by Nicety
“Don’t worry about me. Go get her she ran out the back door.” Momma Pearl stated as two detectives entered the door followed by two blue and whites.
“Ma’am we came to deliver you some news on your daughter and find a domestic disturbance happening. Is everything okay?” Detective Rich said as he walked in.
“Does everything look okay, officer? No everything is not okay. The bitch that did this to my grandson ran out the back door with a black hoodie on. Go get her!” Momma Pearl snapped as she rose from the floor.
Detective Rich sent the blue and whites in the direction of Mink, out the back door. They ran out the back and disappeared. The detectives stood there eyeballing me like I was the one who put the stick up their asses last night. I knew they wanted to pin some shit on me so damn bad, literally itching to place the handcuffs on me. But as my eyes shifted from them to my son, once again nothing else mattered.
“So what news did you all have to come and deliver to my face about my daughter that you couldn’t call me about?” Momma Pearl said, as the room grew silent.
The only thing that could be heard was the sound of her cell phone, ringing an old school tune in the background near the coffee table.
Chapter 14— Mink
The grass felt like putty under my black high top Converse Chuck Taylor’s. Yard after yard, I hopped the neighbors’ gates trying not to leave a set path behind me for motherfuckas to follow. I knew that bitch would send the hounds on me with no problem. That’s just how vindictive she was. It killed me that she didn’t know where I got it from but I was the only one willing to admit that I was bad. She just like playing the field. Cesar was probably fucking her too and that’s why they got along so greatly.
Ahh, shit! My body went down like hard like a building collapsing from an explosion. That’s exactly what it felt like too, an explosion. The sharp end of one of those raggedy cheap metal gates not only tore a hole in my favorite leopard colored leggings but it also ripped a nasty gash in my leg just below my right knee. I didn’t have time to stop and nurse it though. I knew those motherfuckas were on me and even if they weren’t I didn’t want to give them time enough to catch up to me.
There was virtually no one around. It was kind of odd since it was damn near rush hour of the evening when people would flood the streets scrimmaging to find their ways back home. I could not help but think that if they had never found Flava’s body, the sudden turn of events that occurred today would never had happened and I probably would have had more time to get the fuck out of town. The plan was to leave silently without a trace not running down the street watching my back hoping to make it to Union Station before anyone saw me.
I had a long way to go to get to Union Station since the shit was downtown, at least twenty minutes from Evergreen Park if I was driving. Seeing as though I was on the bus, that time nearly quadrupled to an hour or a little over. It was no way to travel being on the run but I had no fucking choice with the little cash I had on hand. As soon as I got to another state I could easily find me a nigga to swoon and play for his pot of gold. So taking care of myself was the least of my problems. I just needed to get the fuck out of Chicago, fast.
Blood oozed down my leg nearly soaking half of my pants leg. I rolled it up to not only cover the wound but also conceal the mess so that people would not notice and try to help or ask questions. Motherfuckas were so nosey nowadays and walking down the street with my pants full of blood would only draw unwanted attention. Especially with me being a female. That’s all I needed was some self-righteous bitch asking me if I knew I was on period cause I was bleeding all down my damn leg.
I was almost to the end of the alley and I could hear the sound of heavy traffic in the distance. The only thing was that the buses coming off 95th by the mall only ran every thirty to forty five minutes, which meant I would be standing on the fucking bus stop for an ungodly amount of time and would for sure get picked up trying to wait. Sweat droplets began to form on my face and roll down my neck. I looked like a damn fool turning the corner in a damn sweater in the middle of the summer. It was the only thing that I could think to grab in my haste that would conceal my identity on the streets.
As I pounded the pavement trying to blend in even though I must have looked hot as hell in my hoodie, I could not help but replay the events in my head. What that bitch of a mother did not know was that I heard her dime me out to the fucking feds just before they came running out the back door looking for me. I was much quicker than their all day donut eating coffee drinking asses. She told them to come get me like I was nothing to her, like she was throwing me away in a dirty trashcan out back.
I had to admit though, when she had me on the floor choking me I felt humiliated and torn to pieces that she could even put her hands on me like that. Made me wonder if that’s what CJ was feeling when I did it to him. He is a boy though and a kid nonetheless. He should have known better not to disrespect his mother. But my mother treated me like shit all my life and once I got grown I guess she thought I would continue to take her shit. She may have never put her hands on me but her words about how much of a fuck up I was really hit home every time she said it. I may have never shown my feelings but deep inside I was heartbroken and it seemed like I could never forgive her.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” I heard a voice call from behind me.
I couldn’t bring myself to turn around to see who it was. If it were the cops they were not going to get me with that lame ass excuse to stop me in my tracks. Whoever it was behind me was still there. I could hear their footsteps coming in closer like they were speeding up or something. I tightened the straps of my backpack on my back so that I could run without it dangling from side to side or weighing me down.
“Hey, you. Excuse me miss.” The voice called after again.
I sped up walking even faster, if it were the police looking to see if it was me or not, I should have been in handcuffs on my knees surrendering. But because I didn’t know whether or not it was some kind of trick, I refused to turn my ass around to find out. The closer his steps became the faster mine got. The only thing I was missing was a shank of some sort so I could fight my way out of whatever situation this was. I was on the main street, but there weren’t a lot of people walking. The few people who were out there were only a few old folks and I wasn’t able to hide behind or blend in with them at all.
“Ma’am, Wait. Stop.” The voice called after again. “Ma’am, you have blood running down your leg.”
There it was. The one thing I was trying to avoid and this asshole behind me had the audacity to chase me an entire block just to tell me some shit like that; too damned nosey. I didn’t even entertain his poor excuse to help me. Instead I kept walking headed to the bus stop. He continued to follow me though. If he didn’t leave me alone he would find his feelings hurt coupled with a broken jaw.
I was on a mission. The bus stop was just a few blocks away on Western and all I had to do was make it there and check the bus schedule on the wall of the bus stop bunker to see if the bus was coming in a timely fashion. If not I would have to walk to the next bus stop until the bus presented itself so I wouldn’t be caught standing stagnant in one place. Two more blocks and I would be almost home free from the cops and my mother’s bullshit. A few more miles and I would never have to speak or see their ugly faces ever again.
“Ma’am, there’s blood on your—“
“Don’t you think I fucking know that already?” I snapped finally turning around slapping the man’s hand off of my shoulder. “Now buzz the fuck off asshole.”
“If that’s how you treat strangers, then I for damn sure don’t wanna be your friend.” Cash said as he backed up a bit from my slap.
“Oh! Oh my God am I so glad to see you. My bad I didn’t know that was you. I’m just a little on edge right now.” I responded breathing heavily and feeling lightheaded.
“I bet, heard about your sister yo. I hope she’s doing good.” He said stuffing a wad of cash down i
n his jeans pocket.
“Uh, yeah. I guess. I mean sure she’s gonna be alright. I wouldn’t worry too much about her. She’s a fighter. Ya know?” I said trying not to dwell too much on her. “I’m mad you’re talking to me now and you didn’t answer any of my calls.”
“Well I really didn’t even want to fuck with you anymore cause you play too many games, Mink. You know that baby girl. Ain’t nobody gotta tell you that.” His lips looked even sexier than I remember, which sent me into a small trance making me miss everything he was saying. “But anyways I got my girl in the car and I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry about your sister.”
“Wait, huh?”
“Your sister…I’m sorry she’s hurt.”
“You mean to tell me that you tracked me down for blocks trying to reach me and all you had to say was that you’re sorry for my got damned sister?” The blood in my veins was ready to pop out and skeet all over his fucking face. “That’s all you have to say to me?”
“Well I guess some things don’t change. Same ol’ Mink, I see.” Cash replied looking back at the Chase bank parking lot where his car was holding his new bitch. “It was good to see you though.”
He turned his tall sexy chocolate ass around and began walking away from me like he barely even knew me. He walked away like he never sucked my pussy dry like he was draining the last drop from a straw. His voice among other things was as cold as ice. I couldn’t even believe this nigga could look at me and feel absolutely nothing for me when he gazed into my eyes. It only proved my point that niggas don’t have feelings and can’t feel shit. They play you like they be hurting when in reality they only want to fuck. Sex is the only feeling niggas recognize and that’s why I treat them the way that I do.
“Take your ass on then. You could have saved that shit you just said, wasting your breath and my time; fucking loser.” I retorted before turning back around and turning the corner to the bus stop.
There were quite a few people waiting at the bus stop indicating that the bus was probably only a few minutes away. I checked the time on the schedule hanging on the wall. The bus would come in fifteen minutes. All I needed to do was lay low in back of the crowd and pray that no one recognized me in the mist of the crowd. It was entirely too hot to walk especially the way I was dressed and there were enough people for me to blend in here so I wouldn’t stand out much.
Ten minutes to go before the bus got to the stop and all I could do was think about Cash and his newfound bitch living the lavish life. It stained my soul and if I needed to admit it then yes I was jealous. It wasn’t supposed to be some bimbo spending all his money and riding around in his specialty cars. It was supposed to be me. I was supposed to be the one that he worshipped and cared for so damn deeply that he would give anything just to keep me. Now that nigga claimed not to know me from a can of paint. Lame ass niggas.
Eight minutes and every car that passed by seemed to resemble a cop’s car or an unmarked. The people on the bus stop, three females and two older males, all looked as if they were changing on me in the blink of an eye. They looked as if they were trying to set me up. I could just be becoming paranoid but I started to feel as if they were watching me, waiting on the right time to flag down them peoples and turn me in.
Five minutes and I could have sworn Cash rode by in a candy painted box colored Chevy. It wasn’t his style of car but what the hell did I know about the nigga anyway. I thought I had him in the palm of my hands and all the time he played me like a fiddle in the country marching band. He was off living the good life and I was on the run for murder and attempted murder with barely thirty bucks in my fucking pocket. Going to jail was the furthest thing from my mind. I could not even conceive of me being locked up in some four by four cell while some slut named Bertha demanded I be her bitch while they force fed me worms for the rest of my life. I had no concept of what jail was like on the inside but I had a image from the stories Cesar used to tell.
The bus was in the distance, no more than five blocks away. I could see it drive from block to block slowly inching up the street to pick up passengers. I hated public transportation because they always drove like they were driving Miss Daisy when they were running early on their schedules. But catch them when they were running late and you couldn’t pay them to stop not even if you were standing on the bus stop. They would just ride right past you. My fingers itched as the bus neared feeling as though my salvation was about to come.
I took my money out getting prepared to board as the stoplight on the other side of the street caught the bus. The people on the bus stop were getting prepared too, some of who were already close to the curb so they could be the first in line to board. I tried to muscle my way through the crowd so as not to be the last one getting on. My feet danced slightly as an anxious feeling came over me. I was ready to get the fuck out of dodge having stayed in the area too damn long and as the bus pulled up in front of us, I felt a bit of relief.
My feet touched the floor of the bus as I slid my two dollars in the fare machine. I was the third one on and I didn’t even bother looking up into the driver’s eyes greeting him as everyone else did. No, I wasn’t that damn friendly and I didn’t have time for people to remember my face all because I was trying to be nice. The less people I let into my life from here on out the better off I will be. I should have done that from jump in my life and I’d be sitting pretty by now. Nonetheless, I moved all the way to the back of the bus where the last three rows were empty and it was only me in the far left corner slumped down looking out the window.
I put my hoodie over my head and folded my arms trying to look as hard as a dude would look so motherfuckas would know not to fuck with me if they came back there trying to sit down. I kept my head down and the hood just over my eyes only leaving my full brown lips visible. It seemed to take forever for the bus to pull off but I was not going to lift my head to see what slow poke was taking up the time. Those busses had cameras on them too and I knew if they were smart they would look for surveillance anywhere they could get it. Showing my face would only tip them off to what direction I was headed in.
Once the bus took off, I took another deep breath and felt at ease for the first time in days. I was about to get away with this shit. It was oh so pleasurable and I couldn’t wait to be sipping Mai Tais in Miami before I headed to Cuba. I had always wanted to visit there and I heard they have strict extradition laws so that was a plus. All I had to do was get some fine hot Latin stud to buy me whatever I wanted including a cruise there and I was back on top. I smiled to myself just thinking about my plan. It made me feel like I was untouchable. Nobody could fuck with me. Nobody. I had my shit together one way or the other and even when I was losing I was still winning baby. I felt sorry for the motherfuckas who were losers and still losing. Everybody can’t be as slick and as cold as a bitch like me.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” There were those words again, except this time they didn’t sound as if they were coming from Cash’s sexy as lips. “Ma’am.”
I refused to answer. This person had aggression in his voice as if he wanted the seat next to me but my bag was in the way. There were a million and one seats available so I knew that theory was out of the question. I sat there stiff as a board unable to move, not even able to breathe. Whoever was standing, hovering over me had breath ten times as strong and fish smelling as the old rotten lagoon on 79th Street. My heart thumped as loud as the bass from a speaker beating off in a nightclub.
“Ma’am, I know you can hear me. You’re gonna have to come with us.”
Damn. If only I had packed a pistol.
Chapter 15— Lasha
I was completely naked from the waist down and my shirt was lifted to my chin. My tits were sprung from my navy blue padded lace Fredrick’s of Hollywood bra as it was shifted above them, while his mouth devoured each one of my nipples. He reeked of vanilla liquor and some kind of strong cigar. It invaded my nostrils as I fought aimlessly to get the robust man up off of me. My head
was still throbbing and my vision still shaky but I knew exactly what was going on. I just didn't have the strength I normally would have to stop it.
His grimy rough skinned hands were all over my body. His fingers searched every nook and cranny of me, beginning with my opening and moving towards my backside. I wanted to cry, but I refused to let any water fall and give his ass the sweet satisfaction of having victory over me. I struggled and kicked as hard as I could, swinging my hands up in the air, pushing his face but none of it was enough to get him off of me.
Yolo gripped my hands pinning them above my head and down to the floor forcefully. He had my wrists bound so tightly with one hand that I thought my circulation was about to cut off. With his other hand he undressed his self. I could tell by the unzipping sound of his pants. Besides the rustling that he and I were doing it was so quiet that you could literally hear a needle drop.
“Get the fuck off of me you son of a bitch.” The words mumbled from my lips like I was in a drunken stupor.
