Page 2 of Gang of Roses: Kash

Despite us being at each other’s necks, these bitches weren’t going anywhere. Anytime I called, I could expect both of them to answer. This was just a tragic moment for us that we were all trying to endure. Our world had come to a complete stop, and we had no clue on what to do.

As we strolled up to our bikes, I turned around with glossy eyes. I never wanted to fight with my sisters because they were all the family I had left. If I had to bite my tongue to keep our family together, then so be it. However, I was getting the hell up out of here.

“So, you just gon’ leave? That’s that selfish shit I be talking ‘bout. We trying to put Rose to rest and you walking away like she ain’t meant shit to you!” Dice shouted.

“Fuck you, Global!” I shouted addressing her by her government name. Since she wanted to have a shouting fest, I was up for it. “Rose meant everything to me. I loved her,” I said letting my words trail off.

Rebel chuckled at our dysfunction with tears racing down her face. I had no idea what was running through her mind at the moment. Being an only child meant my emotions for others were misplaced. However, when it came to Rose, Rebel, and Dice, I would tear down a fuckin’ building behind them without question. Rebel shared her blood but dammit we were just as close. I grew up with Dice, but when me and Rose met, it was an instant connection. That was my ace, and it wasn’t shit nobody could tell me.

“Yeah, I can’t do this shit. If y’all want to stand here and do all this goofy crap, then so be it. I don’t give a fuck what y’all do from here on out. Since y’all ‘bout respect so much today, is meeting here for my sister birthday too much?”

Both Dice and I dropped our heads while nodding in unison.

“Cool. Get the fuck on man.”

Rebel continued to walk away, and something tugged at my heart so bad I just couldn’t let her. I yelled at her back to try my best to get her to stop. She ignored me until she couldn’t.

“Rain. Rain!” I called out.

“What Kash? What?” she threw back with nothing but rage on her tongue.

“We don’t leave sisters,” I stated choking up.

Being here was causing more distance between us than anything, but I knew for a fact hurt was something we all had coursing through our veins. Depending on her response, I’d know if I still had a sisterhood. I could see Rebel fighting back more tears. Anybody with eyes could tell that she was done with this sisterhood shit, but her heart wouldn’t allow it. I needed her to fight her inner thoughts and think about everything we’d been through.

“Not on the road,” Dice chimed.

“Not in prison,” I added.

Rebel’s head fell back to the sky as her chest heaved. When she finally gave me and Dice eye contact, she had the waterworks flowing double time. My little sister was breaking down right before my eyes and there was nothing I could do.

Rain was indeed the rebellious one out the crew, but she was also the most emotional. Rose comforted her in ways we didn’t know how. She understood her in ways we didn’t as well. Not being funny but Rose was our interpreter for everything Rebel.

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” Dice voiced.

If Rebel wanted to truly end this shit here, then that was something we’d have to deal with.

Sighing deeply, she finished with, “And not in the ground. Pretty as a flower.”

“Solid as concrete,” Dice and I spoke in unison.

A weight was lifted off my shoulders as the reassurance of still having my sisters settled. I straddled my bike, placing my helmet on my head. I was done with this as a whole. I needed a minute to myself where I could be vulnerable without judgement.

Once again, I was grabbed by the wrists from Dice. “Solenne, I know you ain’t leaving for real. We’re not only here for Rose but Rain, too. She needs us right now. Stay and put them first for once.”

“You got the nerve to come at me crazy ‘bout some shit you fucked up. Rose would still be here if it wasn’t for you, Dice. You don’t move a muscle if you ain’t got a pair of stilettos and red lipstick on. You can remember that but when it came to double checking the fuckin’ plan, you dropped the ball.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to get started on rituals, bitch.”

Throwing her hands up, she stopped herself from going down that route.

“You know what… fuck you.”

With that she walked away finally leaving me alone.

After double checking my gear, I started my bike. She was an emerald Yamaha YZF-R7. I called her the Green Goblin simply because my girl came through putting shit down. She could terrorize any biker that thought they could hang with her. And not to brag, she got me out of a lot of shit before cuffs became my new fashion.

Before I knew it, I’d hit the road and was hit with memory after memory of Rose. I’d held up as best I could in front of the girls, but this was a pain that could never be duplicated. I lost a best friend, a fuckin’ sister. Shit, if I was being honest, a soulmate. Rose saw me in a way even Dice couldn’t. Rose was my better half, and I lost her due to one small mistake.