“Mr. Freeman, I repeat—put your hands on your head!” he shouted again.
Hearing the head agent’s request again, everyone began tightening their grip on their weapons. Just then they all saw Treacherous beginning to raise his hands as he continued to turn around, but by the time they realized he wasn’t actually complying, Treacherous already had the drop on them.
Rich stood there with his arms folded in front of the TV as the rest of the dayroom watched along with him.
“As you can see, one of the suspects has opened fire on the authorities. It appears to be Mr. Freeman who is the actual gunman. There has been no sign of Ms. Jackson, but Mr. Freeman continues to attack authorities, as they are under rapid fire. I can’t believe this is actually happening. For those of you who have just tuned in, this is live coverage of the shootout between one of the alleged bank robbers of Bank of America and the authorities. Wait! Something seems to be happening. Police are running toward the Mercedes.”
Treacherous raised his hands in an attempt to fake the officers out. When he spun around in plain view he wasted no time. Treachrous let off the two P-90s like Sylvester Stallone in Rambo. He had caught the police off guard and used it to his advantage. As he continued to spit fire in succession at the crowd he noticed several officers falling down like dominoes, while others tried to take cover. He intended to hold the triggers until each gun was empty, but his plans changed when he felt the first couple of bullets tear into his chest. The shots came out of nowhere, Treacherous thought, as he tried to keep his balance, but more followed the others, ripping through his left shoulder and lower torso, planting him up against the CLS, causing him to drop one of the P-90s. Treacherous’s adrenaline was pumping so much you would’ve thought he was high off the purest cocaine sold. He was not on his feet but his finger still remained on the trigger of the other P-90.
The sound of shots was all Treacherous could hear until death knocked at his door.
The shot of the sharpshooter caught him right between the eyes. Treacherous’s lifeless body slid down the side of the CLS 600 as the other P-90 fell to the ground. The remaining authorities then carefully rushed toward the Benz.
Rich watched all the commotion in the background and knew even before they announced it what had taken place. He held back his tears as the reporter spoke. He had not shed a tear since the last time he had seen his son.
“It’s been confirmed this disastrous incident has ended in tragedy. Six state police and four federal agents were killed in the line of fire, five others were wounded. Mr. Treacherous Freeman was shot and killed during the horrendous shoot. Miraculously, Ms. Teflon Jackson was found unconscious with a bullet-inflicted wound inside the vehicle, but our sources say she is not expected to make it. The money was recovered inside of the Mercedes. What drove a young man to such a tragic ending, no one knows but that man himself. This is Julie Sanchez, live from WAVY TV Ten.”
“Yo, turn that down for a minute,” Rich told his man in front of him as he heard the murmurs and side conversation from the men behind him, each man congregating with who they deal with about how his son had gone out like a trouper, or how they would’ve handled it if it were them, or how they were going to do it the same way if they ever got caught again; each man caught up in his own fantasy world, but not having the slightest indication or clue about what really took place on the idiot box, which Rich referred to the TV as. Before he left the dayroom he intended to take them to school and educate them on the reality of the matter.
“Yo, check this out, right,” he started. “I hear all you brothers who think you gangstas, killas, thugs, or whatever you consider yourself to be, talkin’ about how my boy went all out and how you would’ve handled it if it was you out there. It’s funny to me because if that’s how you would’ve gone out, if it was you, then you wouldn’t be up in here talking about it.” He was now upset and his emotions began to kick in. “A lot of you brothers had the chance and opportunity to let the streets decide your fate, but you chose to pick twelve or took a plea instead of being carried by six, but my son chose the latter. That was all he knew because he was raised like that. I raised him to be that way and now because of that, my biggest fear and worst nightmare has become a reality, and I fault myself. I don’t know if you brothers are fathers or not, but I know you got little brothers, cousins, and nephews who look up to you and probably want to be just like you when they grow up, so just know that whatever you do when you get up outta here, those little brothers that look up to you will be trying to imitate you, so if you with destroying our youth and our generation, then do you, and if you really think you built like that to hold court in the streets, then remember this day because the same way we all stood here watching my son, some of us will be in this very same dayroom watching you, ’cause that’s how it goes down!” ended Rich, leaving every man in the dayroom in deep thought.
Some listened, while others let it go in one ear and out the other, but no matter what they chose to do with what Rich said, they all had heard him and had to respect his words because he was just keeping it real.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Her vision was blurry as she opened her eyes. She had been under heavy observation for the past four days, expected not to survive. It had been a crucial and life-threatening four days, but being the strong individual she was, she had survived, although she felt a little weak. She had no clue as to where she was, not even aware that she was unconscious for a period of time. Upon gaining some of her sight, she began trying to focus on where she actually was. She attempted to wipe her heavy eyelids, feeling the coal on them that made it difficult to clear her vision, but came up with a short hand, now realizing she had been handcuffed to something.
With her free hand she wiped her eyes and as her vision became clearer she noticed she had been handcuffed to a hospital bed. But that was not all. She had a tube stuck in her chained-up arm, which ran from a machine and she saw another one running from a machine up under her hospital gown. For the life of her she couldn’t figure out how she wound up in a hospital, cuffed to a bed, and why. Her memory was a blur, and she had no recollection of what had taken place days ago. She began moving only to find out her whole, entire body was sore. But why? She had no clue.
She continued looking around, searching for clues that would give her some indication how she was in the predicament she was in. As she looked to her left she spotted a newspaper on the hospital nightstand next to the bed. She painfully reached over and grabbed the paper. The date read October 28, and she couldn’t determine whether the newspaper was actually that day’s or yesterday’s because she had no knowledge as to what day it really was. The front page had a headline that stuck out to her, but she didn’t know why. It read in big, bold letters, BONNIE AND CLYDE OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM. Up under the heading was a picture of a black CLS. Even before she began reading the article, the photo of the car triggered something inside her as images of it began to fill her mind, causing her to remember some things. Within the first four lines tears began to roll down her face. Reading her soul mate’s name caused Teflon to regain all of her senses and have her thoughts restored. Everything all made sense now. October 28 was the day they decided to rob the bank; the headline referred to her and Treacherous; the Mercedes was the car she and Treach had jacked and murdered the two young dealers for to use on the bank job; she had taken a shot to the side as they were coming out of the bank, and Treach had taken the police on the high-speed chase in an attempt to get her to the hospital, which was all she could remember. As she continued to read, the rest was answered for her in black-and- white, how Treach had gone all out right there on the Virginia Beach exit while she lay there unconscious.
Teflon’s tears flowed harder as she envisioned the scene. She knew there was only one thing that no one else could know besides her, what would make Treacherous take the route he took. The only thing that would have made her take the same route had the situation been different and she was in his shoes: If the
other thought the one was dead. How could Treacherous have thought she was dead? she wondered. Was her pulse or heartbeat that low that it went undetected? Teflon wanted to know the answers to those questions because they were the answers that caused her to lose her other half; or her better half, as Treacherous would say. She smiled at the thought. She remembered when Treacherous had first told her about the bank and how he had said that after that day every nigga and chick would be comparing themselves to Treacherous and Teflon. He had said they were like Bonnie and Clyde and Romeo and Juliet all wrapped up in one, but harder, and everything he said was coming to pass. Teflon herself had viewed their love for each other as a Romeo and Juliet relationship because they too were young and in love, and just as Romeo took his own life, assuming Juliet had been dead, Treacherous had basically done the same, and just as Juliet woke only to find out that Romeo was dead, so did Teflon.
She began beating herself up, knowing had she not been unconscious she and Treacherous would have gone out together in a blaze of glory. She began ripping the tubes from up out of her in an attempt to find a way to take her own life, just as Juliet did, so she could meet up with her soul mate again.
While she was in the process of doing all of this, the doctor walked in, catching Teflon in the act and rushing over to her.
“Ms. Jackson!” the doctor yelled, grabbing her free hand.
“Calm down. You’re all right. You and the baby are going to be fine. Just take it easy.”
Up until his last statement Teflon continued to resist the doctor’s attempts to restrain her, but hearing what he just said registered enough to get her to instantly stop what she was trying to do.
“What did you just say?” she asked the doctor, making sure she had heard him correctly, as she cleared her throat.
“I said to take it easy, you and the baby are going to be fine,” he repeated.
Right then Teflon noticed the officer, who she assumed stood guard by her room door, stick his head inside.
“Is everything all right, doc?” the white, young-looking officer asked, hearing all the commotion from the hallway.
“Yes, everything is fine,” the doctor replied, not wanting to cause a scene or get the pretty young girl in any more trouble than she was already in.
By now, Teflon had calmed down completely after getting the doctor’s confirmation on his last statement.
“That’s better,” expressed the doctor as he started reattaching the tubes that Teflon had snatched out of her.
“It’s good to see you awake. We thought we were going to lose you, but you’re a strong young woman.”
Teflon watched him as his hand slid under the hospital blanket with the intent of reconnecting the tube that was once stuck in her side. She felt his hand brush up against her bare hips and flinched. No other man had touched her body in over twelve years besides Treacherous and the thought of the doctor’s foreign hand on her brought chills through her body.
“I got it,” she said, moving the doctor’s hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” said the doctor, thinking he had hurt her. “Are you sore?”
“Yeah, a little.”
“All right. I’ll see to it that you get something to help with the pain and for infections as well. You took a nasty hit. It was iffy in the operating room.”
“How long was I unconscious?” Teflon asked.
“Four days.”
“Damn. What about the baby? How long have I been pregnant?” she asked.
“You mean you didn’t know?” the doctor asked, surprised.
“If I did I wouldn’t have asked,” replied Teflon with attitude, becoming agitated.
The doctor caught the hostility mixed with sarcasm and blamed it on Teflon’s condition.
“You’re five weeks pregnant.”
Teflon thought back to the last time she and Treacherous had made love and began to smile at the thought, as tears streamed down her face once again. Their last encounter was the time she had awoke only to find Treacherous masturbating with one hand while he had his other one between her thighs. She remembered all too well and realized that had she not replaced his hand with her love box that day, she would not have a part of him growing inside of her. Adding this new piece to the equation caused Teflon to rethink her plans. There was nothing else she wanted more in life than to join Treacherous, wherever he was, whether it be heaven or hell, but because of the five-week-old life that dwelled inside of her, her plans to meet up with her better half would have to be delayed and their reunion would have to be put on hold; at least for another eight months.
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