Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick

by Nisa Santiago

“Bitch, what the fuck is ya problem?” Guy Tony screamed out as he doubled over in pain, clutching his bleeding wound.

  “Where the fuck is my sister?” Apple yelled.

  Apple was poised and ready to strike again if needed, but Guy Tony’s friend quickly intervened, knocking the jagged tool from her hand and restraining her from doing any more damage.

  Apple fought and cursed, creating a scene. “Get the fuck off me! Get off me!”

  Onlookers gathered to watch the activity from a distance, to see what would transpire next.

  Guy Tony wiped the blood from his face while glaring at Apple. “You fuckin’ bitch! What the fuck you talkin’ about?” he shouted.

  “You took her! Give her back! She ain’t got shit to do wit’ what’s going on wit’ Supreme and me!”

  “We ain’t take ya sister! You done fuckin’ lost your mind,” he shouted back.

  Apple, squirming and fidgeting in her captor’s arms, had tears streaming down her face as she looked at Guy Tony with hostility.

  Meanwhile, as more people gathered around the dispute, Guy Tony started to get nervous. Even though he was the one assaulted, he knew the police would most likely be more sympathetic to Apple and see her as the victim. Not to mention he had his .45 tucked snugly in his waistband. He had a long rap sheet and didn’t want to see Central Booking anytime soon.

  He looked at his friend and said, “Let her go.”

  Everyone looked at him with confusion.

  Guy Tony repeated himself. “I said, ‘let her fuckin’ go!’”

  As soon as Guy Tony’s friend released Apple, she went up to Guy Tony and spat in his face, which was rapidly followed by a hard right-hand smack. “Where is she?” she continued, rage and anger devouring her. She had no proof that Guy Tony or Supreme had anything to do with her sister’s disappearance, but her gut wouldn’t let it go.

  Guy Tony knew to keep his cool. There were too many people around watching. Too many witnesses that didn’t like him and would easily lie on him. He stepped back from Apple and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Muthafucka, don’t lie to me! You took her! You fuckin’ took her!” Apple screamed, her accusations echoing off into the streets.

  Guy Tony knew it was time for his exit. He ignored Apple and turned to get into his truck, but Apple wasn’t through with him. She lunged at him, grabbing him by his T-shirt from the back and stretching it until it tore.

  “Yo, somebody get this crazy bitch off me!” Guy Tony shouted out.

  A few hands pulled Apple free from Guy Tony’s torn shirt, and he kept it moving until he was in his truck and had the ignition started.

  Apple screamed out, “He got my little sister! They kidnapped her! They took her!” She watched as the truck drove off, and her world slowly became a lot dimmer.

  The police soon arrived, but the disturbance was already done with. Apple walked away feeling hopeless. Maybe Nichols did run away, she began to think. She moved through the projects slowly, vowing to continue her search no matter how late it got. Apple was determined to find out what happened to her little sister, and was hoping it wasn’t something she’d done that caused Nichols to suffer.

  An hour past midnight, Apple stood lingering in front of her building, still drying her tears. The hope of her sister being home was a bust when she’d walked through her front door earlier and there was no sign of Nichols or Kola around. Only her mother was there, staring out the living room window, smoking a Newport, clutching a half-empty glass of vodka, her face looking like it had aged ten more years.

  The two looked at each other, but no words were exchanged. Their look said it all. It was hard to even think of the worst.

  Unable to remain in the apartment any longer, Apple went back outside to breathe and think of places where Nichols could be. She hadn’t heard or seen Kola in hours, but Apple was sure she was doing her part somewhere to help find Nichols.

  Apple took a long pull from the cigarette as she looked around the projects. Paranoia had kicked in, so as far as she was concerned, everybody was a suspect. She thought about all of the jealous bitches that hated on her and her sisters for the longest time. She thought about the thirsty guys that wanted to sleep with her, those she’d turned down, sometimes in the worst way. She thought about her enemies from the past, the bitches she and Kola had jumped on, with the hair-pulling, face-scarring, skin-bruising, and clothes-tearing. They both were beasts on the streets when it came to having each other’s backs, even though at times, they were each other’s own worst enemy.

  Apple took a few more drags and flicked the cigarette away. Then she noticed Kola stepping out of a burgundy Range Rover with fancy tires and rims. Kola exited the truck in her short skirt and sexy stilettos. Apple watched Kola come her way from a good distance, but she didn’t move from her spot. She knew Kola had put the word out on the street about their missing sister, and she waited anxiously for any kind of news.

  Kola stepped up to Apple with a straight gaze. “Let me holla at you.”

  Apple followed behind Kola, and the two met in the stairway of their building. Apple’s heart pounded with worry, thinking Kola had some bad news to tell her. She tried to brace herself for anything.

  “What’s up?” she asked.

  “What beef you got wit’ Supreme? And don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Apple. I need to know.”

  “He took Nichols?”

  “We don’t know. But it’s funny how all of a sudden he got you in the stairway roughing you up, and then a few days later, Nichols is missing. What’s up wit’ that?”

  Apple didn’t want to come clean, knowing how quickly things could spiral out of control, even though they already had. But she didn’t want to believe Nichols was taken because of a meager debt she owed. It scared her to know that she could be responsible for her sister’s kidnapping, and it was eating away at her conscience.

  Kola stared at Apple, demanding an answer from her.

  Apple shut her eyes for a moment, leaned her back against the wall, then looked at her younger sibling by only forty-six minutes. “I borrowed money from him, a’ight?”

  “You dumb bitch!” Kola barked. “You know how grimy that nigga is! Why the fuck did you even get in bed wit’ that nigga? What the fuck were you thinkin’?”

  “I just needed it. It was important.”

  “And you couldn’t come to me for it?”

  Apple sucked her teeth and spit out a quick, “Please.”

  “So now you in debt to this stupid muthafucka for how much?”

  “I borrowed five hundred, but he raised it to six-fifty.”

  “Six hundred and fifty dollars? Why? For a fuckin’ outfit for that Summer Jam concert? You tell Supreme I’ll give him his fuckin’ money, but if he touches my sister, he’s dead.”

  Apple was quiet. It was the first time in a long while that she let Kola talk without interfering. She knew Kola was right. She tried to hold back her tears and contain her guilt.

  She now knew that she had grossly underestimated Supreme. Stupidly she thought she would take the money, he’d push up for sex, and she’d turn him down. Never in her wildest imagination did she think he would handle young girls as he did a dude on the street. Even though there was no solid proof that Supreme was responsible for Nichols’ disappearance, she knew he had a hand in it somehow.

  “I can’t even look at you right now, Apple, but I swear, if anything happens to Nichols, I will never forgive you for this.” Kola charged out the stairway exit and slammed the door behind her, leaving Apple slumped against the wall, knowing she had seriously fucked up.

  CHAPTER 13

  Two days after Nichols’ kidnapping, she was still confined to the cold, dirty ground, handcuffed to the radiator, and being raped repeatedly. The abuse was starting to break her down. She would never be the same. She continued to sob, while her hope of being freed died out. Nichols trembled, her stomach growling with hunger, her naked body covered with bruises and welts
. She couldn’t move or stand up, and hadn’t been allowed to shower since becoming captive.

  Supreme and Guy Tony walked into the basement. Supreme, dressed in a Nike track suit and clutching a cigar in his hand, went over to Nichols and looked down at her with fake compassion. He then looked at his three goons and shouted, “This is what y’all do to her?”

  “We got bored, man,” one of the men replied, in an attempt at humor. “She was the only thing around to play with.”

  Supreme smiled at his men, knowing he didn’t care how they treated her, but he wanted her to feel comfortable. He looked at one of his goons and instructed, “Yo, take them handcuffs off. Let her free for a moment.”

  Nichols was quickly freed, and she hugged the cold floor with her naked breasts and sobbed.

  Supreme stood over her and said, “Look, we gonna get through this, a’ight? You hungry?”

  Nichols continued to sob, her body trembling from the chill and abuse.

  Supreme looked over at his goons and said, “Yo, go get her somethin’ to eat. Some chicken and rice from that bodega up the block. And bring her some water.”

  One took off, while the others were baffled as to what he was doing.

  Supreme picked her up from the floor and carried her over to the couch and placed her gently on her side. Then he said to her, “Once your sister pays up, you get let go.”

  A confused Guy Tony looked at Supreme but kept his mouth shut.

  Weak and frightened, Nichols looked up at Supreme with teary eyes and didn’t say a word. Hearing him say that she would be let go was a relief to her. Somewhat. She curled up on the couch and lay there.

  Supreme sat next to her, stroking her hair and admiring her beauty behind the battered face and constant tears. “It’s not your fault that you’re here. I just got some unfinished business wit’ your sisters, and once that is taken care of, you’re free to go,” he told her.

  He continued to stroke her. His touch went from her long hair to her slim neck, and then he touched the small of her back. “You know, you’re beautiful just like your sisters. I always liked your sisters. They’re somethin’ else. Are you like your sisters, Nichols?”

  Nichols looked at him, not understanding his question.

  Supreme slowly massaged the small of her back and pulled her closer. “I’m sorry my peoples had to rough you up like that. It was uncalled for. They’re like children; they just don’t know how to treat certain toys. They get excited and then play too rough. Did they hurt you?”

  Nichols body tensed up from Supreme’s touch. Her insides hurt, her jaw was slightly swollen, and her anus felt raw and violated. She had endured one penetration after the other—no mercy had been shown to her in the past two days.

  Supreme licked his lips as he slid his hand near her backside, which he was admiring. He lusted over how firm her breasts were. Even though she was a virgin just a few days ago, Supreme had no use for her pussy now. Not after his workers had run a train on her. He had a taste for something else.

  While Nichols lay curled up near Supreme’s lap, he slowly began toying with her breasts. He felt Nichols cringe as his fingertips slowly kneaded her soft flesh.

  “Please, no,” she uttered faintly.

  “This is it for you, baby. I promise, after this, no more. They won’t touch you anymore,” he said.

  He began unzipping his jeans while massaging Nichols’ tender thighs. He found pleasure in seeing the distress in the young girl’s face. Supreme then whipped out his dick, which was a magnificent size—long, heavy, and with the width of a steel pipe—then he gripped a handful of Nichols’ long hair and forced her face into his lap.

  “Go ahead. Get yourself a taste.”

  Nichols tried to resist, but she was no match for Supreme. She was weak and lethargic and only wanted to go home. Slowly, she complied.

  As she felt Supreme’s immense penis stretch the muscles in her jaw, Nichols began to sob again.

  Supreme gripped the back of her head and made her gag, forcing the tip of his dick down the back of her throat. He could feel her body shiver from fear.

  “That’s right. Suck on daddy’s dick, baby,” Supreme uttered with delight as he grunted.

  Nichols tried to please him for what seemed like forever. When he felt his eruption coming, he gripped Nichols’ hair tightly, held her face steady in place, and allowed his nut to brew as her lips were wrapped around the mushroom tip.

  “I’m coming!”

  He forced Nichols to deep-throat him again, gripping her neck securely, while his goons stood around idly. Each of them had already had their way with Nichols and was craving for one more turn with the sixteen-year-old. Once Supreme was done, they would be on her next like vultures on a rotten corpse.

  Nichols burst into tears, gagging and vomiting up phlegm. Her jaw ached along with her whole body. She felt the burning around her neck, her eyes red with anguish, and her insides on fire from the pain. Her mind thought about death. Two days felt like two years, and the fatigue and abuse engulfed her like she was drowning.

  As Supreme stood, the man he sent out for food returned, carrying a greasy plastic bag. He looked around the room and knew something had gone on without him.

  “Damn! What I miss?” he questioned.

  Supreme looked down at Nichols’ naked body. A smile loomed as he pictured Apple and Kola in her place. “Bitches wanna fuck wit’ me. They gonna regret that they ever tried to play me.”

  “Supreme, you still want this for her?” his man asked, holding up the bag of food.

  Supreme snatched the bag from his hand and glared down at Nichols. He then removed the Styrofoam container from the bag and opened it up. It was filled with greasy rice and chicken. The aroma of the meal hit him quickly and made his mouth water.

  “You hungry, baby?” he asked Nichols.

  She didn’t respond.

  “I know I promised you a meal. Well, here it is.” Supreme laughed and began dumping the hot food out, and it poured down on her like a shower.

  Guy Tony just looked on without saying one word. It was a fucked-up thing to see. Still, Supreme was his friend and mentor, so he minded his business and walked out the room, not being able to stomach any more.

  “Eat up,” Supreme said with a smirk. “Cunt bitch!” Supreme exclaimed.

  Nichols sobbed loudly. “Please . . . let me go! I wanna go home. I just wanna go home,” she cried out.

  “Oh, you wanna go home, huh?” Supreme said. “Well, your sister gotta pay off her debt to me, bitch. You just interest, that’s fuckin’ all.”

  Nichols lay motionless with the food scattered all around her. She closed her eyes and readied herself for the worst. She knew her chances of leaving there alive were very slim. She had seen all of their faces, and if they were brought to some kind of justice for their brutal crimes—rape, abuse, and kidnapping all being felonies—there was a good chance they would receive a life sentence from her testimony alone. If she knew the punishment for the crimes, they definitely knew as well. Being a smart girl, Nichols knew in her heart it was a chance they wouldn’t take.

  Supreme crouched down near the whimpering Nichols, pulled back her matted hair from her face, and looked at her with his cold eyes. “Apple owes me, but now it goes deeper than a fuckin’ debt. You see, your sisters, they fuckin’ disrespectful bitches, and they need to be taught a fuckin’ lesson. But, to let you know, there was never any ransom. Nah, word gets out and it might start a war that I ain’t ready to get into. But I gotta be subtle wit’ my payback. They took money from me and don’t wanna pay it back, so now I’m gonna take somethin’ personal from them. Unfortunately, it gotta be you, love.” He nodded to his triggerman.

  Nichols went into a hysterical panic. She cried out wildly, scampering across the ground and shouting, “Please! Don’t do this! I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die! No! No!”

  Supreme’s triggerman approached Nichols with a .45 ready in his grip. He walked up to her as she tried
to crawl to safety. He hunched over her, pressed the gun to the back of her head, and quickly fired two shots into her skull. Bang! Bang!

  Nichols lay sprawled out in death, crimson blood thickening around her skull. The room fell silent as each member in the room stared down at the dead sixteen-year-old girl. The triggerman looked at Supreme and nodded.

  Guy Tony heard the two shots from outside the doorway where he stood. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He lit up a cigarette. There was no turning back now. He remembered the look in Apple’s eyes when she’d confronted him on the street the other day. It was a look he couldn’t forget. She was desperate, looking for any hope in his eyes, but he’d refused to show her any. He wondered how things had gotten out of hand so fast.

  Supreme stepped out of the room and looked at Guy Tony. He lit up a cigarette and said to him, “Yo, go help them wit’ that mess.”

  Reluctantly, Guy did as he was told. When he looked at the body, all he could do was shake his head. He knew killing Nichols would create a problem. Without a doubt, Kola wouldn’t let her death go unpunished.

  CHAPTER 14

  It was early morning on another hot summer day. Apple had fallen asleep for a few short hours on the living room couch still wearing the same clothes from the night before. A good night’s sleep was becoming a distant memory for her. She couldn’t think clearly, and sometimes she couldn’t sleep at all. If she wasn’t up all night worrying about her little sister, she was wandering out into the streets, hoping to find some information.

  Now day three of Nichols’ disappearance, it seemed the police weren’t making the missing person case their priority. And Kola hadn’t made any progress at all. So the family’s hope of finding Nichols alive was fading, leaving everyone distraught.

  Apple woke to police sirens blaring outside the window. She got up from the couch and looked around. The apartment was quiet and empty. After walking from room to room, she saw her mother passed out naked on her bed with an empty bottle of vodka on the nightstand. Drinking herself to death was Denise’s way of coping with the situation.