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Keisha yelled at her homeboys, and then without warning, she disconnected her call with Niya.
    When Keisha calmed down to listen, Big Pope Dog told her that they still had more than enough time to make it over to Houston. “Cameron has a layover in Phoenix, so that gives us additional time. I can have my connect fly us in.” Big Pope Dog contacted his connect and told him to meet them at the airport in an hour.
    Approaching the time to leave, Gutty went to check on Keisha. He hadn’t heard a peep out of her since she had gone into the bedroom.
    Inside the small bedroom Keisha occupied, she medicated herself, popping three Xanax pills, and then she snorted her newest habit up her nose. The mixture of drugs not only numbed her but they kept her calm and alert and put her in full survival and beast mode.
    When Gutty walked in on Keisha snorting a white substance that he assumed to be cocaine, he was utterly surprised. “What you doing, Lady G?”
    Startled and mortified at the same time, Keisha wiped the remains off her nose before facing Gutty. She wasn’t proud that she had secretly resorted to cocaine over the past several weeks, but it made her feel as numb as her gums f elt whenever she tested the purity of her drugs. Keisha was at the lowest point in her life; she had everything to lose and at times it became too hard and painful to face. Cocaine offered that relief. “My head is fucked up right now and the bars and coke are the only things that are keeping me balanced. I’m not doing this for leisure, loved one,” Keisha told Gutty truthfully.
    Gutty was floored. “Rule number one: don’t get high off your own supplies.” He reminded Keisha of the rule she had advocated throughout the hood.
    “I know, Gutty, you’re absolutely right, and after this is all over with - on my daddy, rest in peace - I’m done with this shi t. I can’t sleep, so I gotta stay wired the fuck up. Everything that matters to me is on the line, and Piru, I feel like I’m about to lose my muthafucking mind. So understand me, fam, this ain’t no Pookie Pike type shit.”
    Just as Gutty was about to speak, Big Pope Dog walked through the bedroom in a hurry. “Time to head out. Our time is limited,” he emphasized. What the fuck is Keys on? Big Pope Dog couldn’t help but zoom in on Keisha’s eyes. Her pupils were dilated and they told him a story that he dreaded to see. “I ain’t the one to lecture where my money isn’t concerned, Keys, but you know that you know better. You fucking up, homegirl - and big time too,” Big Pope Dog stated seriously, studying her eyes. He couldn’t believe that Keisha of all people was getting high. “Yeah, you high as a kite right now too,” he stated and then started to the door. “But it’s your life; fuck it up as you please. In the meantime, grab your things. We got a jet waiting on us,” Big Pope Dog said before exiting the room. 
    Keisha yelled after Big Pope Dog, “I ain’t fucking up, my G, I’m soldiering up! I ain’t doing this shit for leisure, Pi-muthafucking-Ru!”
    Dressed in a pair of jeans, a burgundy hoodie, and Nike Air Max, Keisha followed Gutty out of the room as he carried her duffel bag to the van. After Gutty opened the door for Keisha to climb inside, he hugged her and then kissed her on the cheek, feeling that she was in need of some affection. “I believe you, Lady G.”
    “Thanks, loved one, I needed that.” Keisha climbed in the van with a warrior mentality. Tre, you not getting yo’ hands on my son, blood, and Cam, fuck yo’ life, bitch nigga! She frowned as Big Pope Dog maneuvered the van out of the driveway and headed to the airport.
     
Cameron
    “Cameron where are you?” Monique cried through the phone. She had been up for days attending to her baby, trying to keep hold of herself. Feeling like she had no one to turn to, no one to express her true feelings to, she decided to call Cameron. She had two options for him: either he told her the truth,