“You haven’t been here in a few days. I thought you finally left me alone,” she says softly. “I guess I was wrong.”
“You know I’ve been watching you?”
“Yvonna, it’s hard not to see you. Looked how you’re dressed,” she points out.
Yvonna takes notice to the silk black Robert Cavalli dress, with the embedded silk scarf belt she is wearing.
“I guess the dress is a bit much huh?”
“The Cavalli? I’m talking about the red sequin Nina Ricci shoes!” she laughs.
At that moment Yvonna’s heart skips. She was actually having a conversation with her baby sister and she wasn’t running.
“Wait a minute, what do you know about fashion?”
“After running from you all my life, I had to learn something about you,” she says with disappointment. Her head drops, she readjusts her book bag and says, “look…please don’t follow me. I like it here, Yvonna. I have friends and I’m really good at singing. My life has changed.”
“You sing? I didn’t know.”
“I’m working on an album and everything.”
“That’s great! I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you. But are you really happy for me?”
“Yes, Jesse. I am.”
“Good. So please don’t come back. If Jhane finds out you’ve been following me again, she’ll move me. I’ll lose everything.”
Yvonna’s face becomes angry.
“Please don’t hurt her, Yvonna. I love her. She’s taken care of me and I feel happy with her. Okay?”
All Yvonna wants to do is murder the beastly woman known as Aunt Jhane. In fact, she had plans to see her later that week.
“I’m not like that anymore, Jesse. I just came to see you.”
“Good,” she smiles. Jesse turns around to walk away but she stops and turns around to look at her sister. “How are you?”
Yvonna’s stomach flutters and one tear forms in the wells of her eye. Her sister actually cared enough to ask how she was.
“Uh…I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”
“Good.” She smiles. “I’m happy to hear you’re doing good.”
Without another word, Jesse walks away leaving Yvonna alone. Yvonna is tempted to run behind her, to convince her to play hooky from school. There is so much that she wants to know. Like does she have a boyfriend? Was she in any trouble she could help her with? And did she miss her a little?
Just speaking to Jesse causes her to think about being a better person. But when she walks out of the building, and toward her cab, hate consumes her all over again. Because outside of the school sat five police cars. And they all had one goal, to take one crazy ass bitch into police custody.
Not This Shit Again
The interrogating room in Washington DC is hot but Yvonna remains cool. She’d learned along time ago that if you’re under investigation, your interview starts the moment you walk through the door.
The two officers on the other hand were losing their cool. It had been over an hour and still, Yvonna stuck to her guns. They tried to break her down using old methods and all failed. Someone should have told them that Yvonna Harris was not the normal suspect.
“So let me get this straight, you expect us to believe that you don’t know where your husband is? You expect us to believe he just fell off of the face of the earth?” Officer Jenson asks. Peter Jensen’s white complexion flush red and his large nose was dripping with sweat giving him a glossy glow. Although he wasn’t all that attractive, compared to his partner Guy Peterson, he was a male model. If nothing else, Peter’s body was in supreme shape.
“Peter, if you’re going to ask me a question over and over again, at least change it up a little,” she says crossing her legs. “’cause to tell you the truth, I’m getting bored with it all.”
“I don’t care if you’re getting bored or not! I want answers.” “And I gave you one. I’m sorry if it’s not to your liking. I have not seen him since he left me.”
“You expect us to believe that?” Officer Jensen says sitting in a seat directly on the left of her. He is overweight and breathing heavily. His dark skin was ashy and he looks dusty. It didn’t help that his thick mustache makes it almost difficult to understand what he was saying.
“I know you look at me and say to yourself, ‘if I ever got a chance to sleep with her dirty panties under my nose, I’d rather cut my dick off than leave’. But what you have to realize is this…a man like you didn’t leave me because a man like you never had a chance with me. Dave was different,” she smirks.
“Was? You sound like he’s gone forever,” Samuels says.
“Yes. He was with me now he’s not.”
“You think you’re smart don’t you?”
“Officer…what do you want? You’re wastin’ my time.”
Officer Samuels opens another folder and says, “What do you know about the disappearance of Bernice Santana and Treyana Piler?”
“I’m not interested in either one of them. I thought you were questioning me on my husband so why are you still bringing that up? I don’t know anything about them.”
“So you want us to believe you haven’t been in Treyana’s presence?” Jensen asks.
“I didn’t say that. I said I’m not interested in either one of them. And I don’t know anything about their disappearances and it’s obvious you don’t either. Now look…if you fellas are not going to charge me, I have a beer to drink and a dick to fuck and would like to go about my business.”
“With your husband?”
“I just said we’re not together, mister.”
“No you didn’t. You said you hadn’t heard from him.” Jensen continues thinking he’s on to something.
Yvonna laughs, shakes her head and says, “You do the worse job of trying to entrap somebody I’ve ever seen in my life. Let me give you a few pointers, before you can began to entrap someone, you must ask the right questions at the right times.”
“Lady I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not trying to entrap you. I’m simply doing my job. And that is, trying to find the whereabouts of three missing people. And you’re sitting here lying saying that you didn’t hear from them.”
Yvonna leand in toward him, licks her lips and says, “Now when did I say I didn’t hear from them?”
“You said it when we…,”
“When we what? Do you even know what you’re saying?” She interrupts him.
“Yes, you said it earlier when we…no…you just said it right before I asked you the initial question.”
“So I said it when you asked me the initial question? What was your initial question?”
“I asked you, uh…did you hear from Pliers. And you said you hadn’t heard from her.”
“Are you sure I said I didn’t hear from her…or did I say I’m not interested in her? Which one is it officer?”
“It was when…wait…I asked you after you said…,”
“After I said what officer?” she interrupts. She leans back in her seat and smiles at how unraveled he has become.
“Look…I said I hadn’t talked or asked you the initial question before you came in.”
“Do you even know what you’re sayin?”
“I know what I’m saying, you’re just trying to mess me…”
“I’m trying to mess you what,” she interjects.”
“I know what you’re doing young lady. And although my partner might be tripping over his own feet a little, I know exactly what I want to know. And what I want to know is this…where the fuck is Dave Walters, Bernice Santana and Treyana Pliers?”
Yvonna smiles at how Samuels stops her from making his partner look like an idiot.
“Like I said, I won’t be able to help you because I’m not interested in either one of them. And as a contingency of my release, I’m not even allowed to be around Bernice Santana.”
“Breaking the law never stopped you before.”
“You don’t know me. So don
’t believe everything you read in the papers.”
Officer Samuels was just about to dig deeper into his investigation when an older black man opens the door and says, “Samuels, I have to talk to you for a minute.”
“Not now, man. I’m in a meeting.”
“This is serious,” he says lowering his voice. “You told me to let you know right away when we got a break. We have one.”
Officer Samuels pushes his chair back, stands up and says, “Think about what I said, young lady. This is serious. And we can’t help you if you don’t help us.”
Samuels meets the other man at the door. The man’s face is bunched up and he obviously has something urgent to tell him that can’t wait.
“They found her.” He tries his best to whisper but Yvonna’s ear hustling skills are impeccable and she hears everything.
“What do you mean they found her?” he asks moving in closer.
“They found her. In her house. In a makeshift storm shelter below the house.”
“But we tore her house upside down! It’s impossible for her to be inside!” he yells. Spit escapes his mouth and he looks like a wild animal about to attack.
“Apparently you didn’t tare it up too good. The man said they found her.” Yvonna interrupts. He turns around and looks at Yvonna who wears a smirk on her face.
“I wouldn’t laugh just yet,” he says before focusing back on the officer. “Was anybody with her?”
“Yes.”
“Who? Plier?”
“No. It was a man.” Samuels’s holds up the wall for support. He felt foolish that his investigators not only missed Bernice’s body, but also another victim. His head is spinning so fast that he is afraid to ask another question for fear he’d get the answer. “Who is he?”
“We don’t know. They’re trying to get his identity. But there’s more.”
Jensen walks over to the commotion and listens.
“What else is it?” Samuels asks.
“Her head…uh…was…chopped off, and,” the bearer of bad news turns away from the men. He is about to vomit and wants to spare them if he can. “He was on the floor, completely nude. With his penis in the victim’s mouth. He looked like he suffered a drug overdose. There was a lot of blood under his nose.”
Both men look at Yvonna who is laughing so hard she almost falls out of her seat. They know she has everything to do with it but with the way the murder scene was set up, it places her in the clear.
“I’m glad you think it’s funny,” Jensen says angrily. “But don’t forget, we still haven’t found Plier.”
“That sounds like a problem that belongs to you, not me, officer. But unless you have a case against me, I suggest you let me go before you have a problem you won’t be able to afford.”
The men look at each other knowing what they have to do. Neither of them wants to admit it, but she is right. Without evidence, there is nothing they could do. So they do the inevitable and let her go.
Here I Am Again
Yvonna sits in the large leather recliner as her feet rests in the bowl that was full of warm soap water. Ming is busy mixing a special purple nail color just for Yvonna. She didn’t want anybody in the world having shades like hers.
“Ming, hurry up and bring your chinky-eyed ass over here! My water’s getting cold!”
“Shut up! You ask me to do something and than fuss! I’m coming you impatient, heffa!”
Yvonna laughs at the way Ming curses. She was teaching her the proper way to lay a bitch out but she still wasn’t getting it.
“You gettin’ better, bitch. Still need work though.”
Ming laughs. “Fuck you!”
Yvonna tunes her out and focuses back on her letter. She finally finished composing it and wanted to make sure it was perfect. After all, she was planning a murder and torture. With Bernice dead, she could move on to Swoopes. You gonna wish you ain’t fuck wit me! She thinks to herself.
Ming sits in front of her and says, “Give your feet! But don’t wet up my outfit.”
“I’m not thinking about your outfit.”
“So, Yvonna. I give to you information. What are you going to do now?”
“You don’t wanna know all of that.”
“I do. I’m very interested.”
“I got my ideas.”
“So when you give to me my fantasy?”
“Soon, Ming.”
“How soon?”
“Soon! Look, I hope you don’t think we together or know shit like that just because of our arrangement.”
“I’m not thinkin’ about you. I just want you to make good on deal.”
“I got you.” Yvonna focuses on the letter again. “Ming, let me read something to you. Tell me what you think.”
“Go ‘head,” she says as she carves the cuticles around her toenails.
She clears her throat and reads the poem.
You are I.
And you are what I want.
I am her who can’t live without him. You are my heart beat.
I’d rather be raped
And
I’d rather be tortured.
Until I say when.
Because it’s
Not going to do me any good at all To be without you. I said
That until it’s all said and
Done
That you are what I
Want.
You…not him
When you left I felt killed.
Ming stops working on her feet and says, “That’s it?” “Yeah. What you think?”
“That’s no poem! That’s stupid! That means nothin’!” Yvonna laughs. “It ain’t hardly stupid. And trust me, it definitely means something.”
Sure the poem was not her best work, but she was sure that if
Tree listened and followed her instructions by reading the last word of each sentence it would read, “I want him beat, raped, and tortured. When it’s all said and done, I want him killed”.
After she is done with the letter she folds it, places it in an envelope and licks it shut. A smile comes across her face because Swoopes is one of the main people she wants to kill personally. She still remembered how he and his friends raped and beat her only to leave her for dead in an abandoned house. So, she desired nothing more than for the same fate to happen to him. Had it not been for her deceased husband Dave, she would not be alive.
When Dave enters her mind, she is overwhelmed with loneliness and horniness. Murder always does arouse her. It tugs at her even more when she sees Ming kissing one of her jump off dudes she fucked from time to time, at the sink
“Ming hurry the fuck up! I got somewhere to be!” she hates looking at the fine ass nigga she’s face sucking.
Ming put her middle finger up in the air.
“If I listen to that weak ass poem, you can give to me five minutes.”
“Flat ass bitch!”
Yvonna sighs and throws her head in the headrest. It had been so long since she had a man’s company. A man’s companionship. A man’s dick. And then she remembered…Bradshaw. She pulls out his card and decides to give him a call.
The phone rings twice before he says, “Yvonna, I was waiting on you to call.”
She smiles and says, “And how did you know it was me?”
“Because I gave you a number I just got the day we met. I hadn’t even given it to anyone yet. When it rang for the first time, I wanted you to be the first to call.”
Yvonna takes notice at his tone and conversation. He sounds a little too soft for her liking. She was used to rough necks and Bradshaw put her in the mind of the good doctor Terrell she lived with in Baltimore who she couldn’t stand.
“Are you at work or somethin’?” she asks turned off by him already.
“Yeah. Why you ask?”
“It figures,” she says rolling her eyes.
“Where are you? Let me take you out.”
“I’m in the nail salon in Hyattsville.”
“Cool. Meet me at the b
ook store in Eastover Shopping center.”
Did this nigga just say, Cool and Book Store in the same sentence? She thinks.
“Book store? That’s not my idea of a first date.”
He laughs and said, “I know but trust me, they have a nice set up in there. We’ll be able to drink some coffee, sit back and relax. What do you say?”
Although she wasn’t the reading or talking type, she did have to admit that his idea was original.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes. You did say Eastover right?”
“Yeah. It’s Cartel Café & Books in Oxon Hill, Maryland. I’ll see you in a minute.”
She hangs up the phone and looks at Ming. For some reason, she was growing jealous of the attention she was giving her male friend. It wasn’t that she was in to her, she just hated that Ming wasn’t focused on her.
“Ming! Come on!” she yells.
Both the fine ass nigga and Ming look at her. You can tell he doesn’t like that she keeps calling her despite Ming being at work. She decides to fuck with him also.
“Wait. Two more minutes.”
“If you come now, I’ll give you what you’ve been asking for.”
Ming looks at the guy, says one word to him and walks away. He looks at Yvonna shakes his head and walks out of the nail salon.
“You not play are you?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
Yvonna laughs and sinks into her seat having claimed defeat when she realizes she hadn’t split into Gabriella in a day. This is odd because whenever she expresses deep emotion, or concern for anybody her personal hater Gabriella appears. Something was definitely going on.
She looks at her watch and notices it was 4:30. That means she’d have about two hours to spend with him before she had to rush home and take caution to keep her little secret…Treyana, in Penny’s basement. She couldn’t risk Penny finding out that she was in her home.
She had been with her ever since they left Bernice’s. It made her angry to discover that Treyana was recording Yvonna’s conversations with a recorder. The only problem was when Gabriella drenched her with the water from the yellow cup, the cheap recorder broke immediately It was far from the wire Treyana bragged about. And for her consistent betrayal, she made her pay greatly.
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