If I Did It Prove It
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I walked up to the room door and knocked on it.
“Why are you knocking? Don’t you have a key?” the person said as they opened the door.
“No, I don’t have a key,” I replied.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Were you looking for someone else?” I asked as I walked into the room.
“You need to leave cause I’m...”
“He’s not coming,” I said cutting her off.
We stood there looking at each other for a few seconds.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“What do I want? What do I want? I want you to pay Jasmine. I want you to pay for my cousin’s death,” I informed her as I pulled out my gun and pointed it at her.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about Shannon…Shannon Green. The one you helped cause to shoot herself fifteen years ago.”
The look on her face was priceless.
“Close the door and have a seat in that chair right there,” I instructed.
She did what she was told, and I sat down on the bed.
“I knew it was something about you that didn’t set well with me. You’re Cookie,” she uttered softly.
“Yes I am. You and your friends made life a living hell for us. But y’all took it too far and now you must pay for what you did like the other’s did.”
“Don’t do this. Please don’t do this,” she begged.
“Don’t do what? Don’t make you feel like you have made me and Shannon feel? Don’t make you accountable for your actions? What exactly you don’t want me to do?” I questioned as I walked up on her and put my gun to her head.
She couldn’t say anything or was too afraid to say anything. Either way I didn’t give a fuck. I backed up and sat back down on the bed.
“We were kids and didn’t know what we were doing,” she stated.
“Yeah, I heard that one already. It didn’t affect me then and it’s not now, so save it.”
“What are you going to do shoot me? It’s not going to bring her back,” she cried.
I took a deep breath before saying, “You are right, it’s not going to bring her back, but it would make me feel better.”
I tossed the package to her and she caught it and then looked up at me.
“Open it,” I demanded.
She opened it and looked inside, then looked at me like she didn’t understand what was about to happen.
“Take everything out.”
She followed orders.
“Now take the syringe and stick it in your arm.”
“No, I’m not going to do that.”
I shot one time close to her head. I had a silencer on my gun, so no one heard the shot. She started crying and shaking and shit, but I wasn’t seeing all that. I repeated what I said to her and she did it. I had to wait a few minutes because she was high as fuck.
“Now put the bullet in the gun. Don’t be stupid and try to shoot me.”
She looked at the gun and then back at me. She acted as if she didn’t understand what I said so I hit her across the face, and she quickly understood me. I made her put the gun to her head and pull the trigger. Just like that she was done. I politely walked out the room and got into my car before anyone saw me.
I went home and fixed me a glass of wine and listened to some music. I slept like a baby that night.
Chapter Sixteen
I guess it was about two weeks later when Detective Kane came knocking on my door.
“What is it now?”
“Now I need you to come to the station. I have some questions that it seems that only you can answer,” he replied.
I started not to go but I thought why the fuck not.
“I will meet you there. I need to get dressed.”
He nodded and agreed that I could just meet him there. I got dressed and headed on down to the Police Station. On my way there I made a phone call.
As I said at the start, they had me at the station asking me questions that I wasn’t giving answers to. Then my lawyer came and got me. Okay I was outside and was about to get into my car, when I looked up and saw Detective Kane standing there looking at me. I knew he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. I smiled and waved before getting in my car and driving off.
I stayed in town for another two weeks. However, the day I was about to leave Detective Kane pulled up.
“Going somewhere Ms. Wright!” he yelled as he was walking up the driveway.
“What can I do for you Detective?” I smiled as I crossed my arms.
“I just have one question.”
“Okay what is?”
“How is it that the same gun that was used in Shannon Green’s suicide is the same gun that was used in Nikki Moore and Jasmine Brown’s “suicide”? he asked using air quotations.
I stood looking at him waiting on me to reply. I had a few thoughts of what to say, but I chose to say these words, “That’s something that you would have to ask someone else because I don’t have any clue. I truly hope you get the answers to all your questions, but right now I have somewhere to be,” I articulated very nicely as I patted him on his shoulder.
He looked at his shoulder like really bitch. I smiled and got into my car and drove off. Before I left town I stopped by my auntie’s house. I told her that I wanted her to be more active with the center. I also informed her that I had someone to run it, but it would be good for her to sit and tell her story every now and then. I gave her a hug and a kiss and walked out. I stopped by my mother’s and we chatted for a while. I gave her a hug and a kiss as well and went on my way. However, right before I hit the highway I stopped and said a few words to Shannon.
Let’s just say that it’s been well over twenty years. I’m sitting on my porch in Miami, Florida drinking some iced tea, watching my grandkids play out in the yard smiling from ear to ear.
THE END