by Nicety
“Fuck you, son of a bitch.” Then my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I passed out.
Two
Saturday, August 27th, 2011
“You Are My Sunshine”
Shine
The storm brewed outside my windowpane rougher than boiling water left churning too long, on this Saturday night. I turned, allowing my eyes to feast upon it, allowing it to fuel me; as if it were making me stronger. I pushed the bedroom door closed, then quickly dropped to my knees near the king sized bed. Sliding the long wooden box out from underneath, I opened it retrieving two of the baddest Jet beauties of the week, .22 caliber style. The rumbling at the front door pounded at the same rhythm as my heart. My eyes hit the floor before returning them to hers. She sat there underneath the blanket with it pulled all the way up to her chin. Her skin was a sweet dark chocolate, but she looked as white as a ghost with all the fear in her heart right then. Her plush curly midnight hair rested wildly on her shoulders as she twirled a tendril around her pinky finger. With every bang on the door, her breathing became more erratic.
"Calm down baby. I'm not gonna let nothing happen to you." My lips trembled as I loaded up the guns, one right after the other, setting them on the dresser.
Tiny sweat droplets formed on my forehead as she jumped out of bed tugging at my white tee. "I wanna help. Let me help you, please."
"No. I can't have anything happening to you. I'd die first. I'd fucking die. You hear me?" I assured her shaking her by the arms. "Who are you?"
"I am you're Sunshine."
"That's right. And, the earth can't live without the sun. You remember that." I gave her forehead the sweetest gentle kiss.
She plopped down on the bed annoyed that she didn't get her way. A ride or die chick from birth, she got it honest and I couldn't even be mad at her. Her eyes were as wide and watery as the sea. I stared into her button nose beauty while snatching the guns in hand heading towards the door. Even if I wanted her help, I couldn't use it. She didn't know the type of shit I was up against. She didn't know the bullshit I had gotten wrapped up in and I hoped she never would. I loaded my pieces on my back, tucking them in my jeans. I was deadly with those motherfuckas so whoever brought heat to my doorstep would most definitely be leaving in a body bag.
"Be careful," she quavered, clutching a stuffed white pillow tightly in her arms.
"Do not leave this room until you hear my voice to do so." My arm whisked the door open before my eyes could catch a glimpse her worried puppy dog eyes.
I was a ninja, leaning up against the wall, peaking around corners and shit. It wasn't until I journeyed down the elongated hallway and made it all the way up to the start of the living room, that I realized the beat in on the door had stopped. I watched as dozens of men lurked quietly around the room, lurking through my shit and searching with their guns pointed up. There had to be about twelve or thirteen of those bastards, creeping in my shit, studying my life. I had ten seconds to put together a strategy before my presence was known. My hands reached slowly around to my back. I didn't want to die tonight but if I did, somebody was going with me. My eyes closed as I took a deep breath.
"You motherfuckas done came up in the wrong house." My black beauties whisked from behind my back, as I rounded the corner with a smirk planted on my face.
"Shine Webb, get your fucking hands in the air, boy. Let's see those hands."
If they were hitters, I wouldn’t have heard anything. I would have been dead a long time ago. Naw, these suckers were dressed in all black with FBI tatted in bold, white letters across the back of their bulletproof vests. They had assault rifles pointed at me with thin red laser beams dancing frantically across my body. I could hear them order me to drop my weapons, but for some reason their yelling was only drowned out by the sound of Sunshine's angelic voice. I couldn't allow her to see my blood splattered all over the floor accompanied by brain matter and bulging eyes. That couldn't be the last image of me that she remembered.
"Don't make this hard on yourself, man. Put down your fucking weapons. Last call, dipshit," they shouted warning me of their shoot to kill protocol.
Shooting me would've made their dicks hard, I'm sure. It was what they yearned for. One of those motherfuckas was itching to be the first to put a bullet in my ass. My eyes shifted from left to right realizing something was off about these cops. There were no bright lights outside or helicopters hovering overhead. There were no detectives or police chiefs nearby. No one was even ransacking my house, which was a not protocol of search and seizure. If they were looking for the shit I stole they sure weren’t looking hard enough.
"Alright. I'm lowering my fucking weapons. Don't shoot." My hands opened as I kneeled to place the guns gently on the ground.
Remaining on my knees, I raised my hands placing them behind my head. They wrapped my hands behind my back forcefully, slapping the cuffs on them in the same manner to take me into custody. The wise ass tightened the cuffs just for the kicks of watching me squirm in discomfort. He helped me to my feet as his associates roamed my two story house freely. All I could do was lower my head, knowing they would find exactly what they were looking for. I was a bad man, but only for the right reasons; to take care of my family. It was all that mattered to me. So what, I was thief. Stealing from other bad people wasn’t stealing. It was Robin Hoodin’. I robbed from the hood rich to give to the dirt poor. I didn’t give a fuck who I hurt in the process. In my mind, if you sold big dope to little kids then you didn’t deserve to prosper from that profit. So I stole it. It was easy as hell too. The street niggas were always the dumbest ones in the organization. Or, could it have been the politicians, who were dealing under the table cutting educational funding and stealing from the middle class? Could they have found out who stole their blood money while it was in transport? It could explain while the Feds were at my door instead of the hitters. Fuck them all though.
“You think you’re so slick. Don’t ya? You thought after 2 years of running your little operation here, that no one would catch on to your bullshit?” One of the pigs attacked, entering my space as if he was invited there.
“Who do you work for?” I asked snarling up like an angry mutt.
“Doesn’t matter. We’ve got the order to put you away for a long fucking time. You can kiss this south suburban life goodbye, dog. You’re going to Shawnee for as long as them boys want that booty hole for.” His black ass gums matched his face, and all I could think about was how the fuck could I get free to make his eyes match them too.
“Yeah we’ll see about that.” I wasn’t worried.
These sorry sapsuckers reeked of dirty cop status. I had one dude in my back pocket that I could always trust to hold me down. One phone call to him and all this shit would be thrown out of court. These motherfuckas didn’t show me a fucking warrant. Nor did they announce themselves before they so rudely entered my home. See, I may not have went to college and gotten some fancy degree and title, but I sure read enough books to fill an entire prison deck. That coupled with my high school diploma was more than enough to certify me an educated individual. Another dark skinned pig walked over snatching up my guns, smiling heavily as he passed me heading back to the back of the house. That’s when I remembered; I wasn’t in the house alone.
“Aye, Aye. I don’t give a fuck what you do to me. But make sure my girl is alright,” I breathed nodding my head in the direction the pig went.
“Oh, your girl is here? Does she have a nice set of tits on her too?” The men laughed at the coward’s remark.
“You stupid motherfucka.” If he was just a few feet closer I would have head butted the jerk right in his fucking dome.
“What we got back there, Ace?” The scum yelled.
“Aye, dog. You gotta see this,” his counterpart responded.
Everyone raced to the back of the room, dragging me with. It was confusing what the hell was so special about what they found back there. Nothing I had ever stolen was back there. Nothing was bac
k there but the one thing more precious than gold to me. The crowd of men was all standing around cheering as if they were watching their team win a football game. I tried to force my way through but the motherfucka holding my cuffs wouldn’t allow that to happen. The worst case scenario flowed through my mind but I didn’t want to believe that these assholes were that grimy.
“What the fuck is going on? What are they doing?” I barked, still trying to force my way past the cheery punks.
“Push him through y’all. Let the man witness the show.” The scum yelled from behind me, as if he had already knew what was going on.
Their laughter filtered through my ears and filled my brain, as my eyes observed the most horrifying sight I could ever have seen. Her eyes were bulged and watery as tears ran profusely down the sides of her cheeks. She attempted to scream and beg for mercy, but her pleas were muffled. There was a piece of scum with his piece in her mouth and another one holding her hands down so she couldn’t move. Through every whimper, I heard her gag. His dick was deep down her throat, she was helpless; I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. My rage made me feel invincible. I jumped up throwing my body onto him knocking him over. He pushed me back as another pig grabbed my arms, locking me down to my knees. I struggled to break free, kicking and head butting anyone who put their hands on me. I fought my way over to her, hoping to cover my body with hers to protect her. It was no use. It took five men to restrain me but they did it nonetheless. They laughed, repeatedly beating me in the face and kicking me in the stomach to comply with their actions.
“You nasty motherfuckas. Stop! Stop hurting my baby,” My cries went unnoticed.
They continued on with their acts. Another piece of shit walked over feverishly, lowering her Dora The Explorer pajama pants and undies. I could look no more, still struggling to break free and injure me a nigga. I was kicked in the face, back, and stomach some more. The pain I felt from their beating was nothing compared to the pain she endured. She was only five years old. Five. Her little mouth and fragile privates were being violated one after another and there was nothing I could do about it. These weren’t men who invaded my house. They were monsters. No real man would ever disrespect a child in that matter. I felt despair overcome me, nearly forcing me to pass out.
“Daddy,” She screamed, prompting me to jolt my body upward from the floor wanting to help her.
“Baby, I’m sorry. Hang on. Hang on ba—“
One single gunshot rang out throughout the room, sending everyone ducking for cover. The scum who had addressed me earlier, sauntered over to the side of the bed, pointing my gun right at her head. There was a horror in my eyes unlike the one that was there while they were raping her. Blood splattered all on the wooden headboard and on the white linen sheets. It oozed down the nightstand and dripped onto the floor. It was a brutally messy and gruesome scene. The men backed off of her, leaving her legs in the cocked open position it was forced into. The jerks were busy arguing with the scum about ruining their fun and cutting it so short. Ruining their fun, they declared. It was all they were concerned about. I rose to my feet staring down at her lifeless corpse, her eyes still opened and fixated on the ceiling. Tears formed in my eyes, as the blood oozed down the side of her tiny arm and onto the blanket.
“Cover her up,” I muttered silently, still struggling to get away. “Cover her up.”
“Yeah, yeah we’ll get to that. Bruh, I wasn’t finished yet,” A pig approached the scum, zipping up his pants.
“Yeah you were. That shit is damaged goods. You wanna deal with this shit in court with your fucking DNA on the dead corpse? We could have framed this nigga for the murder but now your damn semen is in the bitch.” The scum threw the gun on the bed.
“Well, what the fuck do we do? You're obviously the brains of the operation.” The pig asked.
“Roll her up in these sheets and put her in the trunk. We’ll bury her somewhere nobody will ever find her,” He posed looking over into my eyes, heading over to me.
“Cover her up…please,” I begged again.
“Don’t worry. We’re going to take real good care of her,” He confirmed bending down to give me a first class whiff of the cognac on his breath. “You just worry about how many years you’re gonna get for all the money you stole.”
“You killed her,” I breathed, fighting back tears. “You raped and killed my fucking daughter.”
“Yeah, well prove it. Don’t worry. We’ll put in a good word with her grandparents for you. Old Bond over here, is going to make sure that he stops by their house and let them know she was snatched in a kidnapping and we’re doing everything in our power to find her; although they never will. And you were the upstanding parent who reported her missing but got locked up in the process due to an outstanding warrant,” His chuckle was uncanny.
Her grandparents. If I hadn't begged them for an extra day with Sunshine, she'd still be alive. If her mother, Ambria, weren’t killed in an Iraqi cargo explosion two years ago, maybe she wouldn't have even been with me to begin with. I wasn't a bad father but I wasn't a saint either. She shouldn't have been caught up in my bullshit, simply because I couldn't see myself going to college and sitting behind a desk for the rest of my life. I should have kept her far away, only visiting and sending money for her welfare. I had no business keeping her in my possession. Sunshine's death was as much as my fault as it was theirs. Pointing the blame was doing no good. The facts remained that she was gone forever. Her blood was on many hands and now nothing, not even God Himself, could bring her back.
"What the fuck? Y'all had this whole thing set up from the jump. Didn't you?" My lips curled over in disgust.
"Eh. Like I said. Prove it."
“You fucking killed her, motherfucka.” It was all I could muster. "I swear I'll kill you. Take me out these cuffs and I bet I'll fuck you up."
"Yeah, yeah. Dead men don't kill nothing," he retorted.
"Bet your ass ain't so bad without that pistol," I growled, as he chuckled and walked off.
They wrapped her body up like one of those long rugs and hoisted her on out to their car. I was pulled and tugged out of the house and shoved into the back of a black SUV. I was hoping that I was on my way to death as well. How could I have let that shit happened to her? I promised to protect her. I promised. My face filled with a rage only known to the devil himself. No amount of money, gold, or other worldly riches mattered to me from that point on. Instantly, I began studying their faces. They had no nametags on, probably because their bust was bogus. It didn’t matter though. I had their mugs stamped in my brain and I wouldn’t ever forget the thirteen motherfuckas who trampled all over my baby’s precious life.
“Torch the place.” The scum ordered as he slammed the car door in my face.
It was past midnight, so I couldn’t have expected any of the neighbors to bear witness to any of the shit that had went down. Besides, they were cops. Who’s gonna call the cops on the motherfucking cops? They emerged from their other SUV’s with cocktail bombs, tossing them through the windows and scurrying back into their prospective vehicles, like the cowards they were. I didn’t expect anything less. They pulled off as my house resembled nothing but a ball of fire from Hell. I couldn’t even close my eyes, fearing I would see nothing but the last moments of my daughter’s life again. Two years of stealing and it boiled down to this. Never could I have imagined it. For their sake, they had better be right with God.
“We gotta kill this motherfucka and we’ve gotta do it now,” One of the bastards panicked.
“That shit wasn’t in the plan—“ Another one argued.
“None of this shit was in the motherfucking plan. All y’all done fucked up. For all this shit, y'all better hope we get that dough or your asses are through.”
“Us? You was there, too. You headed this shit up, Kels.”
“And you sorry bitches didn’t listen. Now knock that motherfucka out, so we can end this nigga's life and dump his ass.”
****
I awoke in a hospital emergency waiting room, stretched out across two chairs cradled in the fetal position. I couldn’t tell which hospital I was in. All I knew was that it had to be one of those county joints. It was crowded beyond belief, with loud ass patients complaining and threatening to sue. Groggily, I sat up from my seat wiping my eyes trying to get them to focus. As I sucked the stale air in my nostrils, I wondered why I was still alive. After witnessing the brutal horror of my daughter’s death and seeing all of their faces, I knew that I would have ended up in a ditch right along with her body. Unable to grasp the concept that I was still here, I checked my pockets finding that my wallet and cellphone had gone missing. My hand quickly patted the bloody patch on the top of my head. It stung and throbbed like all hell. I wiped the blood spots dripping from my hand, onto my jeans as I grew irritated by its presence.
“Hey, I bought you some coffee. I didn’t know how long we were going to be sitting here waiting on the doctor.” An older, salt and pepper haired woman smiled as she sat down beside me, handing me a small white cup with a lid.
