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The Game Remains the Same
By Melony Cooper
Last edited: Thursday, August 27, 2009
Posted: Thursday, August 27, 2009
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Everything in life has a price. Some things just cost more than others
from True Defintion of Karma, (Urban S./Justice Pub.- fiction- 12/2009)
Jake was the type of dude that ran the street. Don’t get me wrong he was very good to me. He made cash illegally but that’s how he was supporting us. I respected but didn’t agree with fact he chose that life. I respected it in the context that I couldn’t really complain about a lifestyle that gave me a better life than what I had before. I was no longer struggling to pay for my one bedroom apartment. Jake got me a condo. He kept me laced in the best of everything but the game kept me up late at night worrying about if he was ok. Jake and I grew very close. He proposed to me. I said yes but that’s when reality set in. I didn’t want to live my life wondering where he was, was he locked up, or worst yet dead. I got tired of worrying. I asked him to leave the game and he didn’t. I couldn’t leave him because I loved him. I needed to be by his side. I didn’t think that another girl would watch his back like me if I let him go besides I couldn't imagine him with anyone else. Jake knew that he could trust me. I would tell him when I sensed danger or if somebody he was doing business with seemed to shady. He promised that when he made enough money he would buy a legal business. He said he wanted to open a barber shop. He promised that he would never put me in harms way, a promise he could never really make cause the game will never change. A few more months past and he bought me my first car. I never imagined that my first car would be a BMW. A new one with legal registration and the title. That’s right, no car note. It was paid off. I wanted to give it back but I couldn’t. I knew how he bought it. My conscience was messing with me. It seemed like every time I turned around Jake was like Angel I bought you something else that I didn’t need and really didn’t want. I told him that he should stop shopping so much and try to be a little more humble.Jake was always so flashy. I thought that he might attract attention from the DEA or the FBI. It didn’t matter which one. It could have just been the police. Either way the attention would have been bad. He wouldn’t listen. Jake would say Angel I love you and nothing is going to happen. If they come and lock me up I have money put away. Use it to bail me out and if the charges are that deep and there is no bail; use it to start over. It will take care of you for a long time after I’m gone. I used to save money that he gave me too. I had plans on buying a beauty salon on my own if he never changed his life. Another couple of months went by and everything seemed to be going so good especially financially. I told Jake to get out of the game because we had more than enough money to buy his barber shop and my beauty salon. I found out that I was pregnant. I said that I wanted to move away and start over. Finally he agreed with me. Jake wanted to give our baby a good life with a father that had a respectable job in a safe household. He said he needed a week or two to clear some things up. We started looking at houses in Virginia. We were even planning our wedding. We joined a church. Jake really had his heart in the family life thing. The game had other plans for us. Apparently Jake had beef with someone that he was doing business with. That dude couldn’t find Jake so he decided to get street justice. That’s right, you guessed it right he got the person closest to him. Me. I was brutally assaulted. I almost lost the baby. When Jake found out what he’d done to me he lost it. He shot that man in broad daylight. I lost everything that mattered to me in one day. In seemingly a blink of an eye my life changed. Jake was going to jail and I was going to be a single mother. I still had the money that we stashed but as far as I was concerned it was meaningless. Eventually I started over and made something of myself for my child. It just bothers me so bad when I watch the news because the game will end and it will remain the same. I guess if you’re in that life sometimes you have to take one for the team, sometimes you just take one, and sometimes you have to charge it to the game.
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