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Des had gotten to hang over the fireplace. She walked to the eat-in kitchen and the table was gone. There was only one bar stool pulled up to the counter with one-watermelon placemat. She stepped into the dining room - cleaned out! She proceeded to the bedroom--nothing left! Only Yarni's clothes were hanging up in the closet and her jewelry box. There was a note attached to the jewelry box with duck tape. Written on a brown paper bag with a black magic marker in big bold letters was. "YOU WILL NOT BE FUCKING
    NO OTHER NIGGA ON MY SON'S SHIT".
    She couldn't believe Joyce was behind all of this. Yarni screamed out, "That dirty bitch!" She broke down crying hysterically.

BACK IN DA DAY
    REFLECT BACK 2-YEARS:
    Yarni was 17 years old when Des got locked up. She met him when she was only 15, a sophomore at Henrico High School.
    One Friday night, back in the day, her girlfriend Melanie spent the night at her house. Yarni was on punishment because she had gotten a Saturday morning detention for arriving late to Mrs.
    Walden's class one too many times, so she and Melanie couldn't go to Skate Land or anywhere else for that matter. It was a sure gift that she could have company at all, especially company as resourceful as Melanie.
    Melanie was bright skinned with dirty blonde hair. She was a little overweight for her 5'2 height. She had big pop hazel eyes.nBeing the baby of seven brothers made her quick on her feet. She loved staying the weekends over Yarni's house because there was a loving mother and always a refrigerator full of food.
    Plus, there was peace and quiet away from the crack infested, brick bungalow style projects she lived in. Yarni's house was a mansion filled with all the latest technology. They even had a guest room, although she never slept there. She'd always bunk in Yarni's room.
    Melanie loved Yarni's large bedroom. It was the perfect girl's living quarters. The comforter set was a maize, bright orange and hot pink print with a white wood bedroom suit. The large rug on top of the hardwood floors was a maize print to match the comfort set. She even had a hot pink telephone. The lighting in the room was hot pink and orange disco lights. The walls were covered with posters out of "Right On" and "Fresh" magazines. One wall had a bulletin board filled with pictures of her family and all of her friends from school at dances and games. Yarni had her own desk and walk-in closet filled from top to bottom with clothes, belts, boots and shoes. But most importantly, Yarni's room had her own television, VCR, and all the latest books and tapes on her bookshelf.
    Melanie had stolen her older brother's phone book, a book with the numbers for all the "big boys" who were major players in the drug game. Most were pager numbers, so they couldn't call those numbers since it was after 11pm and Yarni's mother, Gloria, had taken her phone line out of her room as part of her punishment. So, they had to sneak and use Gloria's line. No one called Gloria's line after 11pm. Melanie and Yarni continued to make calls and either got no answer or the "big boy" was not at home. It was midnight by this time, and they had called all the numbers in the book except one. That number belonged to Des, A.K.A. Ghetto Super Star, big time drug dealer and a treacherous killer.
    Melanie had been skeptical about calling the number because she knew Des would not take a phone prank lightly. He had a notorious reputation according to Melanie's older brother, as well as everybody else in the hood. Des was not to be played with in any type of way. Melanie didn't know him personally, but there were stories all over town of his heartless acts. Maybe it was just a rumor that he had killed a boy over a Blow Pop one time. It was also said he'd killed a man for telling his mother to
    "kiss his ass" because she pulled into a parking space that he had been waiting on. Nobody would dare testify against him because his whole family, including his mother, were