The Little Kid From Detroit and The Lawless Land

By Weathersby The Savage

Samuel Mason IV. He's not cool, he's not rich, he's just a kid from the concrete jungle known as Detroit and he's tired of hearing police sirens every ten seconds. Through a set of peculiar and tragic events he gains the means to change his city. The only problem is the man covered by darkness, a ruthless crime lord likes the city just how it is, under his complete and total control. Going through all the average teenage motions, Samuel must do battle armed with wit, grit, and a not too shabby armor. Let the games begin!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Weathersby The Savage
• Release date: Aug 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463487594

Weathersby The Savage

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THE LITTLE KID FROM DETROIT

& THE LAWLESS LAND

By

WEATHERSBY

THE SAVAGE

Copyright © 2018 Weathersby The Savage

All rights reserved.

Distributed by Smashwords

Ebook formatting by www.ebooklaunch.com

CONTENTS

I. The Life And Times

II. Aftermath

III. Kingswood Blues

IV. The Tech Savy Prostitute

V. One 8 Seven

VI. Gimme The Loot

VII. Speed Racer

VIII. The Haircut

IX. Forsaken

X. And When Morning Comes

XI. Major Plays

XII. The Repition Of Trial

Thoughts

I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing. Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that. So, no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out, keep ya head up…. and handle it.

-TUPAC SHAKUR

I. THE LIFE AND TIMES

The streets of Detroit. Dying. Corrupt. So notoriously filled with violence. It was the type of place where even the firmest believer questioned God. There was not a fairy tale nor happy ending to be told in this land. Cops were crooked, politicians didn't care, and Detroit was left defending itself while it rotted from the inside out. In a house, right off of seven mile, 16-year-old Samuel Mason IV had just been suited and booted for hell. He wore a white button up shirt, a black tie, and beige cargo pants with beat up Nikes. He took a deep breath as he looked in his bathroom mirror. A dark brown young man stared back at him. With his brush he gave a few strokes to his waves before he threw his hood over his head and turned out the lights. Down in his kitchen he tried to grab some breakfast.

Where is it? a voice stopped him from reaching for his cornflakes. It was Eric, his degenerate of a step father, who stood menacingly in the doorway.

Where's what? Samuel prepared himself for anything.

My money, you idiot. Now it made sense. Eric didn't look too good. He had the shakes and that signature junkie itch.

How should I know?! he shrugged his shoulders.

You got ten seconds to come up with my hundred or you're going to regret it.

Samuel took a cautious step back.

I don't have your money! You were just gonna buy drugs anyway.

What did you say to me?! Eric stepped toward him. The guy seemed to tower over young Samuel. He balled his fist, finding the nerve to stand his ground. It was too early in the morning for this type of stuff. Eric smiled, his cigarette stained teeth a sour sight.

You tough now, huh?

Samuel didn't say a word. He just met his oppressor’s gaze.

Okay, Eric shook his head. You don’t have it? Fair enough. Right when Samuel thought he could breathe, he was back handed with the force of God. Only the sink could catch the kid.

Take yo dumb ass to school, the model stepfather demanded. Samuel started breathing heavily trying to hold it all in. In an act of impetuousness, he lashed out shoving Eric to the ground. Quickly the degenerate scrambled up. Samuel snatched his book bag and made it out of the house by the skin of his teeth. It was only in front of the gas station, a street and an alley way over, did he stop running. There he took a knee to catch his breath. It was so dim out. He usually didn't leave the house until a half hour later. For Samuel, there was nothing to do but put his ear buds in and move forward in the mid-September wind. A ten-minute walk past a strip of churches, barbershops, and abandoned buildings got him to his bus stop. Samuel stood there all alone letting Joey Badass bang in his ear. After a while the bus finally pulled up. With a swipe of his card he headed straight to the back and sat in his seat. His heart rate still hadn't come down quite yet. He was so tense. Samuel bowed his head in his hands.

Fuck my life, he whispered to himself in a what-have-I-done kind of tone. Between his fingers, Samuel's eye spotted something red. It looked like a piece of glass until he focused on it. It was this jagged shard like object. Samuel looked around weirdly to make sure no one was looking at him. No one was even paying attention to the boy. Quickly, he picked up the shard, cutting his finger in the process. He winced at the superficial cut. Known to no one, not even its new owner, the shard started to flash dimly.

With a second bus ride, he was on the grounds of Motor City High no later than 7:45. It was funny, in a school like this, it seemed the focus was everything but education. You were judged the moment you walked in and your status either swam or sank. This was based upon a multitude of things: your looks, the clothes you wore, the clique you were in, who you went with, and your willingness to give in to stupidity.

Walking in, he removed his hood and got in line behind some girl. As usual the male support staff hung out in the corner where they sold snacks in the mornings. Burton, the heavy-set security guard stepped up to the table. Samuel went through and got his things checked.

You clear lil man, just need to see yo I.D., he said. Samuel became confused.

I don't have an I.D. We didn't even take pictures yet?

You were supposed bring your old one. Didn't you get the letter?

Obviously not. I been fine up to this point. Why a problem now?

The guard took a quick look back at the principal, who was walking around harassing students about tucked-in shirts and whatever else.

Let me guess. The principle is crackin the whip and you wanna be a good boy so you can keep ya job and have money for Twinkies and cupcakes.

Burton chuckled. You got jokes?

Samuel smirked. Well, I got a better one. You S.O.L. Can't let you past this point without an I.D. Sign that detention log, too.

I’m sure this isn’t the first time somebody made fun of your weight. I’m just the only one you have any type of authority over.

Well aren’t you a smarty? Now sign that detention. A frustrated Samuel muttered curses as he went over to sign his name.

How are you in trouble already? a voice so familiar asked. It was as if time slowed to a crawl as his head turned to see his best friend, the beautiful Genesis Martinez. She was a perfectly thickened-out young woman with a girl-next-door feel to her, 5'5" and gorgeous as all hell. Her golden-brown skin glowed. Her natural long, brown hair had been cut long ago into a more compact style, kinky and curly in the front, and shaved and brushed down to waves in the back. Her right ear had three helix piercings and one lobe with a stud on the left side of her nose. She wore a white polo shirt, fitting beige pants and black suede ankle heels. He managed to snap himself out of the big hazel whirlpools that were her eyes.

I don't have my stupid I.D.

Since when do they ask for I.D.?

Exactly.

Well Burton loves me.

And how exactly does that help me, stupid?

Genesis took him by the hand and led him to Burton.

Excuse me Burton. Can you please let my friend through? Sorry if he was being an asshole. He’s and asshole for the record. He thought about it for a hot minute.

You lucky to have a friend like Gennie over here. You need to be more like her. Genesis smiled batting her eyelashes. Need to teach this young punk some manners. She moved Samuel along before his mouth got him back into trouble.

See how it's done?

I hate you, Samuel said.

You love me.

The first hour of hell was anatomy with Mr. Mills. He was giving one of his infamous hour long lectures in his thick middle eastern accent. It was nothing but another day Samuel spent with his head in his notebook scribbling the distracted thoughts of a mad man. Ending the hour that seemed to never end, the bell rang. In the hallway between the bunches of moving people he saw his friend Gordon, the ladies’ man, Smith. Gordon was showed love each and every way. Any dude that passed him had to stop and give him a five and every girl just had to give him a hug. Being tall, dark, and handsome only helped his case. Plus, he was the only person Samuel knew that could pull off that classic nineties juice haircut. Gordon walked through his girls to give Samuel a five and bring him close.

Waddup?

What’s good, Black?

You just love talkin about my color.

I can't help the fact you look like my shoes.

Bite me.

I see you got yo little crowd witchu,

Yeah, you know how it is, Gordon said trying to play humble.

Only in my dreams.

Yeah. The wet kind.

Shut up. One of the girls strutted her way to Gordon.

We'll see you OG. You starting to attract lames if you know what I mean. The girl walked away, taking her friends with her. Samuel watched them go. He'd be stupid to think that comment wasn't about him. Gordon smacked his lips.

Man, they just thots. Dime a dozen. Don't even worry ‘bouem, Gordon told him.

Ain’t nobody worried about them. They crust anyway.

That’s the attitude. Now, c'mon, cuz I got homework, and I definitely need that brain of yours.

You just want me to do it, don't you?

You really are a genius.

A few periods later lunch was just starting. Samuel sat at the end of an empty table and slid his tray of what the Detroit public school system deemed good food to the side. It was about time to kill his curiosity he had with that thing he found this morning. Taking it out of his bag, he made sure no one was watching. His eyesight pierced through the transparent object. Carefully, Samuel ran his fingers along the razor-sharp edges. It was quite the little piece, like some sort of disfigured ruby. Where could it have come from? All too soon, Samuel's focus faltered as he felt something dripping down his back. Out of his hoodie he scooped a handful of diced peaches. All he could hear was the laughter coming from the table behind him. Samuel looked back to see MCH's star Quarterback, Taylin Ford, aka Genesis’s boyfriend. Taylin was dark skin with the physique of a mature runner. He had a dark brown nappy fro with a taper. Dimples and braces put his face together. His clothes were designer everything and he reigned supreme as main man of the school.

Was that right? the empty-headed pretty girl asked Taylin after happily being his puppet.

Perfect, he said still laughing.

Thanks, said Samuel with all the sarcasm in the world, while giving a thumbs up.

Genesis walked up and happily greeted Taylin with a kiss. After a moment with her boyfriend she motioned in Samuel’s direction, but there he was making an exit with a drenched back. He wasn't the most well liked guy around school. With a life like his, he was lucky nobody thought to pull out a camera. Always the joke, he angrily mumbled on his way to the office. He had to make up some lame excuse as to why his shirt looked like he had been working in a hot factory, just so somebody would give him a shirt from lost and found. Today was getting to him more than most. Samuel was happy to find an uninhabited computer lab. He blew off sixth hour to put some energy into something he actually cared about. Page by page, he scrolled througGoogle looking for types of diamonds, gems, and whatever this red little thing could be. Of course, he found nothing that even resembled what he had. For all Samuel knew it was a piece of rock candy. The search became wasted time. His eyes darted to the corner of the computer screen to check the clock. There was no way he could explain being 45 minutes late for class. He tapped his fingers on the desk trying to figure out what was next. Burning some time, Samuel started to play with the shard. Over next to a window, there was an empty table with a trash hole in it. He flicked it from every angle trying to get it in, almost like a game of pool. The shard would always miss. One last time, Samuel angled it just right. He flicked the piece hard enough to get it moving. It slid a soft breeze away from falling in. Right at that moment a weak beam of light hit the jagged shard. A beautiful light of all sorts of colors was refracted. Samuel stood gazing at its brilliance.

That's too cool, he said to himself. The bell rang snatching him from his moment. Ms. Clark, the principal, came over the PA.

Young people, as usual we strive for excellence here at Motor City High. I hope we've all had a productive day so far. In recent events our tardy rates seem to have doubled since last year, and the number of fights has gone up quite significantly. Since this is the way the student body decides to carry itself, there must be consequences. From now until further notice, there will be a hall sweep after every class, in addition to the lunch room no longer selling snacks. Remember you brought this upon yourselves. Have a nice day. Even from inside the computer lab he could hear everyone either smacking their lips or groaning. It was funny because the second punishment didn't even matter. There were so many people carrying around huge duffel bags of candy, chips, pop, and a bunch of other stuff for sale that it wasn't even funny.

ONE MINTUE TIL HALL SWEEP, he heard fFat Bboy Burton yell at the end of the hall. With haste, Samuel started to pack his things. This guy was going to have it out for him because of this morning. His next class was on the 5th floor and he was only on the 2nd. Burton peeked his head in the computer lab during his rounds.

Everybody out?! he yelled inside. Samuel ducked down below the desk. Slowly but surely, he creeped his way to the other door. He came to the part of the room where the carpet ended. Out of his pocket the shard fell and clinked, hitting the ground. Burton turned around just as he was about to walk out. He started to search the room. For a guy who could be usually found in the teacher's lounge, he was sure taking his job seriously. Burton got closer and closer. Throwing care to the wind, Samuel took off.

HEY! Burton yelled, only catching the sight of his back. Like a huge bat out of hell he took off after the kid. Samuel ran, startling the good people of the halls. Burton ripped through them, even almost knocking down a few. All this for little old Samuel; he was touched. Burton started to speak on his walkie talkie. Samuel hit a sharp corner. Even out of breath, Burton was too petty to stop. This was about as bad as a stupid episode of cops. As big as he was, he was right on Samuel's heels. He couldn't believe he was so close to getting caught by a man that never ran a day in his life. Coming up was a wet floor sign. Samuel hopped over it while Burton slipped. Looking back, he laughed, pleased with his getaway. It was too bad he had to crash into the vice principal, making him fall and lose all his papers. No doubt, the rest of his day was spent in the office and another day of high school hell was complete. Back on his block, he dragged himself up the street. Sadly, as one daily challenge ended, another one had to begin all over again.

Samuel sat on his porch trying to decide what to do. Eric was most definitely inside and hadn't forgotten about this morning's bravery push. A dangerous thought popped into his head. He hopped over his porch railing and descended into his neighbor's backyard. Now, Samuel loved dogs, but what they owned wasn’t a dog. It was a blood thirsty beast. As quietly as possible, he tiptoed his way in. He was looking for their ladder. The guy had to own one since he worked in construction. Samuel wanted to scream when he saw the ladder by the deadly sleeping pooch. Inaudibly he screamed. Slowly, he reached his hand towards it, careful not to wake the dog. Inch by inch, Samuel pulled the ladder away.

Yes! he celebrated. The dog's eyes opened. Damn it, he thought.

His legs almost ripped away from his body, he ran so fast. He threw the ladder over the fence, and in the least graceful way possible, he managed jump over, nearly breaking his neck on the landing. The dog and he were not even a foot apart. Only a fence divided them. Through hard breaths he laughed, sticking his tongue out at the pooch. The defeated animal went back to its resting place as Samuel dusted himself off. In his backyard, he leaned the ladder up against his house and climbed through the back-room window. Samuel discovered his room to be trashed. He was never the tidiest person anyway. It didn't matter. He couldn't be here any longer. He knew a day like this would come. Samuel kneeled at his dresser drawer, carefully taking out all the clothes. He took out the false bottom, revealing the cash he broke his back for over three hard summers. He stuffed it all in his book bag.

You’re dead!

Samuel's stomach dropped. He snapped into motion, yanking the laundry bag full of clothes from his closet. Back in the back-room he wedged a block of wood between the knob and the floor. Eric, the big bad wolf, tried his hardest to knock it down. Samuel tossed his bag out the window, and to his distress, the ladder fell with it. The block wasn't going to make it much longer. He looked back at the door and then out the window. He was two floors up. Samuel strapped his book bag to the front and jumped, hoping for the best. The round white plastic table broke his fall. Samuel laid there lifeless for minute. Eric rammed through the door with one final kick. When he got to the window all he could see was a shattered table.

A pitiful Samuel limped across Wyoming. Genesis lived on the first block in the corner house. He had been more than welcomed ever since they first met. On the way over, he did his usual prep. Samuel had to perk himself up to leave his dark reality at the door. TindalPark was right next to her house. It was there, behind the abandoned recreational center that he stashed his laundry bag. Walking up from a distance, he could see Genesis's little brother and sisters playing in the yard. Michelle, twelve years old, sat on the porch reading a magazine. Katlin, age six laid on the sidewalk playing with chalk, and the energetic Miguel Jr., age four, chased one of the family cats around.

Hi, Sam, each of the younger ones said. They were just about always happy to see him.

Hey, little people, he said charismatically, walking up on the lawn.

Uh Sam. Why are you limping?

Because secretly my name is House.

What? she asked confused.

Never mind. Nobody ever gets my references.

It wouldn't be like Samuel not stop at the porch and mess with Michelle. She looked up from her magazine.

What do you want? she asked, depressingly.

Girl! Cheer up! Life is not that serious. Michelle was always trying to be older than what she really was. Generally, she loved Samuel, though.

After not being able to get a rise out of her, he went straight in the house and to the back porch. He opened the door to let Nika, Genesis' stepmother, know he was here.

Hi, Sam, she said in an even a higher pitched tone than the children. He could tell her weed man had already visited today. Samuel laughed at her, and said hi and bye. In her room, Genesis laid on her bed in a Keep Calm tank top and black leggings. Taking a break from her less than easy Algebra II homework, she ate popcorn and watched Different World on Netflix. Samuel barged in.

Hello, lovely, he said.

Hi.

That's all I get is hi? he asked.

HI SAM! she yelled. He smiled real big. I'm glad you’re here, friend. Here's my problem. When I look at that Algebra II book, my brain turns to mush. I need you to tutor me or something. She noticed he was leaned against her wall with his hands behind his back, quietly staring upward. Did you hear a word I said?

Let’s go to the store, he said out of nowhere.

Boy, I'm broke. I ain’t cut hair at the shop in like a week.

I always pay, anyway.

That's not true! she exclaimed. Samuel straight-faced her.

Okay, she admitted. Walking along the fence of the park, the two made their way to Family Dollar. They were there so much, the place should've made them statues or, at the very least, hire them. Samuel walked with his headphones on and his signature half-mad-half-thinking face. Genesis pulled the right headphone from his ear.

You look like that because? she asked.

Like what?

She exaggeratedly imitated his morbid facial expression.

All gloomy, and down, and depressed. With the look in his eyes, she knew his response wasn't going to be just anything. He wasn't playing. Samuel chuckled.

You know how a kid packs his toys and leaves? he asked giving her no eye contact. Well this kid is leaving. I'm tired of Eric and his bullshit.

What happened? she asked. She always had a motherly tone. Samuel took off his bag and showed her the money.

Damn! How much is that? Genesis asked.

Last time I counted, fifteen hundred. I gotta rent an apartment somewhere. Anywhere.

Sixteen-year-olds can't rent apartments.

I know that. That’s what lying is for. I’ll get around it somehow. She couldn't feel the confidence in his voice, at all, but out of nowhere, he gave the faintest smile. I always figure it out.

Yeah, Genesis smiled. You do. Like a good friend should, she comforted him. Not too long after, they were back from the store. The kids ran up to them like a pack of hungry dogs.

Did you get us anything? they asked. Genesis hit them with a quick nope.

But I wanted some snacks, Katlin whined.

I swear y’all cry when the wind blow hard, Samuel said. Katlin started to stomp off when Samuel called her name.

What?! she turned around, all nasty. Samuel threw her a box of Sour Patch Kids. He gave them all their favorite candy. Each thanked him and went right back to what they were doing.

Aren't you nice today, Genesis remarked as they walked in together.

Shut up, he pushed her. Back in her room, she threw her bags on the bed and took off her jacket. Samuel came in and did the same. Turning around he saw Genesis poorly hiding a face of unease and worry. With his hands behind his head, he fell flat on her bed next to her.

Okay, my turn. Why do YOU look like that?

Where are you staying tonight? she asked.

Samuel chuckled. That is a very good question, Ms. Martinez

For real?

Truth? he asked.

Anything less is disrespectful.

Truth is I have no idea. Under a bridge sounds real cozy. I could get a forty-ounce and pass it around with my fellow bums.

I’m trying to be serious, Sam, she tried not to laugh. Way I see it, those kids got those stupid, big ass tents down stairs that my dad bought. If you don't make a bunch of noise you can sleep in there, and I can sneak you out early in the morning. He took a long moment to think.

Don't be stupid, she added.

Thank you. Her