If I Did It Prove It
By
Valarie Deshazier
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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to organizations, people; living or dead, events, establishments are strictly the product of the author’s imagination. All was used fictitiously.
Contributing Author: Valarie Deshazier
Cover Design: Kreations K
Editor: Shawnna Robinson
Synopsis
Revenge can be the power of any source. Family can be the drive to any mission. In this case, revenge and family is the root to Cookie’s purpose in life. When she returns home under a different alias, she is dead set on making a few people pay for their actions. One by one they begin to fall. Even though she’s the last one to see them alive, can it be proven that she’s the reason for their deaths. As you turn the pages ask yourself, “Did she really do it?”
Prologue
There I was sitting in the fucking police station being questioned about a series of killings that had taken place. They were asking me shit like it was going to help them find out who did it. I didn’t know a damn thing. I was only in town to start up my center for kids that were being bullied. I did know one thing though; I wasn’t sorry to hear about the passing of either of the deceased. They didn’t mean anything to me. As far as I was concerned, they got what was coming to them.
“Okay, Ms. Lane, let’s get down to it,” a male Detective spoke as he walked into the interrogation room.
“Yes, let’s so I can go home because I have things to do.”
“Well, you might want to get comfortable, because you’re not going anywhere for a while Ms. Lane. Or is it Ms. Wright?”
“Either or is fine,” I smirked.
I wasn’t going to even entertain that with a comment. I just sat there with a smile on my face and shrugged my shoulders. If I want to go by another name I felt I had the right to do so. It’s not like I had more than one social security number.
“When it’s all said and done, I’m sure you will not be smiling,” he stated.
“We shall see now won’t we.” I knew they didn’t have anything on me. I was in the mood to watching them try though.
He places some photos in front of me like I really cared to see some pictures of a few dead females. Shit, what was I supposed to do cry or something? Well, it wasn’t going to happen.
“So, do you know who these young ladies are?” he asked.
“Yes I know who they are, but what does me knowing them have to do with anything?”
He knew damn well I knew them; we all went to school together. Plus, the town wasn’t that big, so everybody knew everybody. They were nothing but some over the top bitches anyway.
“I’m going to step out for a little while and allow you to look over these photos, and hopefully when I return you will have some information about what happened to these women,” he stated before leaving the room.
I could have looked at those photos all day if they wanted me to. At the end of the day, they weren’t going to get a reaction out me. I knew how it all worked. I watched the ID Channel, First 48, and everything. Plus, I wasn’t then nor now a dumb bitch. I went to school for all the foolishness they were about to come at me with. I didn’t even need a lawyer because I knew they didn’t have anything on me. I knew the bullshit was about to start when the Detective walked back in with his partner.
“So, let’s start over. I’m Detective Kane which you know already, and you know my partner Detective Way. Is there anything that I can get you before we get started?
“No, I don’t want or need anything but for this to be over with, because I have things to do. Plus, I don’t know your partner because he never told me his name. So can we hurry this up so I can get home. I have things to do.”
“It’s going to be a long night for you Ms. Lane. Or would you like to be called Ms. Wright?” Detective Kane asked with a smile.
“At this point it really doesn’t matter,” I replied crossing my arms with a smirk on my face.
“Why did you do it?” Detective Way asked.
“You might want to ask the one who did it, because I didn’t do anything.”
“It took me a while, but it finally came together. You didn’t make it easy, but here we are. We already know that you knew them from school,” Detective Kane stated.
“Okay and that proves what?”
“They bullied you in school,” Detective Way interjected.
“And again, that proves what?”
“Was getting back at them the reason you came back here?” Detective Kane questioned.
“My coming back here had nothing to do with them.”
“I just want to know why you befriended them after what they did to you and your cousin?” Detective Way asked.
“Why change your name? Did you at some point tell them who you really were?” Detective Kane inquired.
I leaned forward and placed my arms on the table and interlocked my fingers. I raised my right eyebrow, smirked, and then shrugged my shoulders and leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms again. However, before I could say anything the door swung open, and a woman walked in.
“This interview is over. If you have any further questions for my client in the future you will need to come through me first,” the woman spoke.
I looked at the detectives and they looked at me, then I smiled and politely stood up and exited the room with my lawyer right behind me.
“What was all that?” I questioned once I was outside the police station.
“You didn’t think I was just going to leave you in there, did you?”
“I could have handled them you know. They don’t have anything on me, so I wasn’t worried.”
“Oh, I know but I couldn’t help myself. Plus, the look on their faces when I walked in was priceless.”
“Indeed, it was.”
We both laughed and got into her car and drove off. However, the next six months was crazy. Every time I turned around the police was right there. Like I said, I wasn’t worried because I knew they had nothing on me. However, I guessed they thought they had enough probable cause to arrest me because one day they just walked into my place of business and arrested me.
It was funny to me because I wasn’t in there two hours before I was free to go. I walked out with a smile on my face while they were looking sick in the face. I was only there for questioning. They couldn’t charge me because they didn’t have any proof that I had done anything.
Hold up…hold up, let me introduce myself before I go on. My name is Cookie Wright a.k.a. Porsha Lane. I’m from a small town called Crawfordville in Florida. I’m going to take you from the beginning of just how all this came about. Once I’m done, I want you to tell me if I did it or can it be proven that I did it.
Chapter One
I always wondered why the girls at school enjoyed fucking with me so much. I never bothered anyone. I just went to school and did my work and stayed mostly to myself. I had only one friend that I hung with and that was Shannon my cousin. She was the only true friend I had back then. We did our best to stay out of everyone’s way. However, somehow we still got picked on. No, we don’t have the finer clothes or shoes, but at least we had clothes on our backs, shoes on our feet and food on our table. Just because they were well off didn’t mean that they had the right to bully other kids. Now that I think about it I shou
ld have fought back, but then again I’m not sure if things would have changed or made it worse than it was for me and my cousin.
It all started when I was about six up until the age of sixteen. I was way overweight with true nigga hair and for some reason my mother would only put my hair into a ponytail. So yeah, my hair sat on my head like a damn birds nest, but it was all that my mother was able to do. It didn’t make it any better to have dark skin along with really bad dark spots on my face. My cousin Shannon wasn’t too much better. She was light skin with freckles and buckteeth. Her hair was longer than mine, but it wasn’t combed half the time. For her to be mixed you would have thought she would’ve been among the pretty girls, but she wasn’t. She was knock-kneed and clumsy. It seemed like every time she walked she was stumbling and damn near about to fall. She was just a little taller than me and a lot slimmer as well. Her parents were just as poor as my mom and I were. My dad wasn’t around when I was younger, but I will get into all that later.
I can remember when it all first started; the bullying that is. It was in the wintertime and it was cold as hell outside. Like I said earlier, I was about six years old, and my cousin Shannon was about seven. We were standing at the bus stop waiting on the bus to come so we can go to school. There was a group of girls, the Too Fly Girls; Lisa, Asia, Jasmine, and Nikki (who was the ringleader). They started in on us for no damn reason.
“You must be a burnt Cookie because you black as hell,” Nikki blurted out.
“No, she burnt toast,” Jasmine added laughing.
“Instead of Bert and Ernie, it’s Burnt and Buck,” Lisa said pointing at me and Shannon.
“Yeah, cause her teeth so buck you can open a bottle with them,” Nikki said causing everyone to laugh.
I told Shannon not to worry about what they were saying. Shannon was a little more sensitive than me, so for someone to come for her put her in her feelings. I tried to shake it off, but I couldn’t. I just stood there not saying a word. They wouldn’t let up on us at all. They picked on us until the school bus came. The bus driver that we had wasn’t with all that talking on the bus, so the ride to school was okay. However, when we got to school it was back on for them.
They talked about the clothes we had on, our hair and how fat I was. They even talked about how my mother was nothing but a drunk. It was true that my mother did drink, but I didn’t feel as if she was a drunk. She did her best to make sure we had a roof over our head, food to eat and clothes on our backs. My mom would work odd jobs here and there, but without having a high school diploma she really couldn’t get a good job. Like I said, my dad wasn’t around, but he would send money from time to time.
Anyway, Shannon would cry every day because of them. I would try and tell her not to worry about them. There were times that I got into fights with each one of them when I got older, but of course they kicked my ass. I remember one time me and Shannon was walking home from school when Lisa and Jasmine saw us. We tried to walk fast so that they couldn’t catch up with us, but I guess we wasn’t walking fast enough.
“What do we have here? Little Miss Piggy and Freckle Face Pippi Longstocking,” Jasmine teased.
“Where are the two of you off to?” Lisa asked.
“We are just trying to go home with no problems,” I stated.
“Yeah, just let us be,” Shannon chimed in.
“Pay me and I might let you go by,” Jasmine said with a smirk on her face as she stood in front of us.
“Yeah, pay us,” Lisa added with her hand out.
“We don’t have any money,” Shannon informed them.
“Well in that case,” Jasmine paused and looked at Lisa. They both smiled. “Give us what you have on.”
“You want our clothes? Are you serious?” I quizzed.
“Damn right she’s serious,” Lisa confirmed.
I couldn’t believe it. They were really going to make us strip down to just our bra and panties. We only had one more block before we would be home. Now we were standing there looking like two bad body ugly ass females. I wanted to cry but I wouldn’t let them see me break. Shannon on the other hand was balling out of control. You would have thought someone had died the way she was carrying on. Jasmine and Lisa were laughing at us. We just took off running nonstop all the way to my house. People were coming outside looking at us. There were some people that was pointing and laughing. When we got home my mom tried to comfort us, but there was nothing that she could say that was going to make things better for us.
When we went to school the next day it was like everyone in school was talking and laughing at our shame. It didn’t matter that we were on the honor roll and helped many of them pass their classes. The worst part about it was the football team started talking about us. We were the joke for everyone. Our teachers tried to tell us to look over it, but there was no way that we could.
There had been so much that was done to us that you might have thought we would have gotten used to the bullshit, but we never did. From grade school to high school, we were the joke for everyone. It was hard growing up like that. No matter what we did or didn’t do we could never stop being the Too Fly Girls target.
It was our junior year in high school and not much had changed. We still were the joke on campus. It seemed every year they found more ways to make our lives hell. It had gotten to the point that there were days that Shannon wouldn’t come to school half the time. Her grades started to suffer. I wasn’t going to let them stop me, but they ended up winning because my mom sent me to stay with my dad in Miami. I really didn’t want to go because I didn’t want to leave Shannon, but I had no choice. Shannon was so hurt when I left. Hell, I was hurt too, but it was what it was.
I promised Shannon that I would call her every day and I would be back. Leaving my cousin was one of the worse things I could have done. She was more than a cousin to me; she was my sister.
Chapter Two
I was now in Miami and it took me some time to get used to being here. School was a lot different than it was back home. I stayed to myself as much as I could. Until one day in health class we had to partner up to do a project, which was 90% of our grade. So, I ended up partnering with Shantrice Jones. Even though she was one of the most popular girls in school, she was smart as hell and cool as fuck. We even became friends. I told her how things was for me back home which was the reason why I ended up at Washington Senior High. She let me know off top that I didn’t have to worry about that anymore because she had my back. She was big on working out and I started working out with her. I was starting to lose weight and feeling good about myself. Things was starting to look up for me and my junior year went well.
My senior year started off good. I was making new friends and guys were trying to get at me. I had become one of the popular girls. It didn’t get to my head, but it did feel good to be liked and around people that didn’t put me down all the time. My self-esteem was growing every day. It was Christmas break, and I was due to go home to spend Christmas with my mom. I was looking forward to seeing Shannon because I hadn’t been home in almost a year. Plus, we hadn’t been talking as much as we did when I first moved. I knew she was still going through it with the bulling. So, for me to go home and spend some time with her was going to be important for the both of us.
However, the day before I was supposed to leave, my mom called me and told me that Shannon had killed herself. I couldn’t believe it. My heart was hurting and for the first time I broke down and cried my eyes out. I started not to go home, but I had to go and say my goodbyes to Shannon. I also needed to know what happen for her to take her life.
When I got home my mom sat me down and told me that after I left things got really bad for Shannon. Lisa, Asia, Jasmine, and Nikki made life for my cousin hell. At the funeral I looked around and saw them dirty hoes had the nerve to be there. They didn’t know who I was because I had changed so much. I was a lot smaller, and my hair was laid. Hell, my mom almost didn’t know who I was walking into her house. Yeah, I was f
ine, and I knew it.
Anyway, I wasn’t feeling up to dealing with everyone, so I went into my room. My mom had left my room just the way it was before I moved away. I was sitting there looking at all the photos that me and Shannon had taken throughout the years. It was like the more I looked at them, the more I was starting to get mad. It was like something had snapped in me. I turned into someone else just that fast. I knew something was wrong when I walked out of my room and someone tried to ask me something.
“Cookie…are you okay baby?” some lady asked me.
“Hell naw, I’m not okay. My cousin is dead and the motherfuckers that caused it had the nerve to come to her funeral.
“Cookie!” my mother yelled.
“What?” I yelled back as I turned around to face her.
“I know you are hurting, but that doesn’t give you the right to talk to people like that,” my mother expressed.
“I’m not trying to hear all that right now ma. All these people here acting like they gave a damn about Shannon. If they really cared she would still be alive. It’s not like they didn’t know what the fuck was going on.”
My mother just looked at me. She didn’t know what to say. She knew I was right. I hate when people act like they care after it’s all said and done but didn’t give two fucks while shit was going on. I just went back into my room and slammed the door. I didn’t want to be bothered by no one, not even my mother. I was ready to go back to Miami. I knew one thing and that was them bitches was going to pay for what they did. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew I was going to do something.
* * * * * * * * * *
I was now back in Miami, but I wasn’t the same and I guess Shantrice could tell because she would ask me from time to time if I was okay. She said that something in me had changed. I knew she was right, but I didn’t know what it was. I was starting to snap on any and everybody. If you said something or did something that I didn’t like, you were getting the business. Hell, you could just look at me wrong and I would go in. My dad told me that I needed to go to counseling so I could talk about Shannon’s death, because I had a fucked-up attitude. I wasn’t feeling that shit though.
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