“Speak,” I answered.
“Banks, it’s fucked up,” Onyx stated.
“Don’t start that riddle shit. I’ll hickory, dickory, dock, and knock yo ass the fuck out,” I spat.
“This niggah,” Racks mumbled, chuckling.
“No riddles, I did what yo ass asked. Mama Reed passed out, she headed to the hospital don’t know why tho. I went to check on Seaqual like yo ass asked. I knocked on the door, no answer, I tried the knob it was locked. I moved to the back the lock was knocked off. I went on in nothing was outta place. ‘Til I hit the hallway, Sprinkle was laid out bleeding from her head and face. She wasn’t moving, I checked the bedrooms, no Seaqual, a steel bloody bat was laying in the doorway of his room. He ain’t in there at all,” he rushed out.
My breathe got caught in my chest. This fuck shit can’t be happening. Closing my eyes, I was wishing he wasn’t saying this shit.
“Banks, wha’ chu want me to do? Some detective dude came clearing out the police. LSC bout to wake up, people stirring,” he added.
“Stay there, anything looks outta place, snatch it the fuck up. Dem Boyz should have there soon put them up on game. We headed that way,” I let him know.
“Mos’ def,” was all he said, before hanging up.
Opening my eyes while sliding my phone in my pocket. My eyes caught Racks and Stone’s, they stood strong, ready for whatever.
“What is it, Monti? Don’t tell me none of my business. I swear on everything that’s holy, I’ll crucify yo ass in here you say that shit,” Neesha threatened, eyeing me.
“Yo ass is crazy,” I mumbled.
She braced herself.
“Sprinkle was rushed to the hospital. Somebody broke in the apartment and attacked her. Mama Reed fainted and was rushed to the hospital,” I paused.
“And Seaqual? He’s alright? I know he’s worried. She’s been doing so good. I hope he doesn’t work his self into an attack. That can happen, he should have his inhaler tho. I should’ve called him when I said I would. I need to-”
“Neesha,” I snapped, ending her rambling, something I know she does when she’s nervous.
“Seaqual is missing,” I replayed.
Her eyes crossed as her breathing picked up.
“Neesha,” I called, right before she fainted in my arms.
All this damn destruction around us got me ready to kill everybody moving. Somebody’s trying hard to dethrone the kings of the hood by hurting our queens. Little do they know, they digging they fucking graves. We will be the last ones standing when the dust clears.
Kimmy
“Oh my God! Banks, do something,” I cried, watching Neesha lay unmoving in Banks arms.
I don’t remember the last time I’ve been around so much destruction, heartache, and pain. Well, not since the loss of my grandmother. Today though, everything is just hitting back to back.
“The hell you want me to do? Hell, I ain’t no damn doctor,” he snapped.
Although he’s grimacing, I can tell he’s scared. These men are used to inflicting pain to those they don’t know. Now, it’s hitting home, and causing their emotions to show.
“Y’all calm the hell down. When’s the last time she ate?” Mama Godwin fussed.
“Damn, we haven’t eaten sine five o’clock yesterday, right before we went to the club,” I answered, while drying my tears.
I’ve never been this emotional. Granted, I’m not hard as Preshus and Neesha, but I usually hold my tears in better than this.
“Well, that’s the damn problem. Here, shake her little ass, and give her this,” Mama Godwin fussed, pulling a small bottle of orange juice outta her big tote bag.
I swear, she reminds me of my grandmother. She would have everything but the kitchen sink in her bag. If you needed it, she had it, from small safety pins, to a pack of crackers.
“Well, damn, you got an egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich in there too?” Banks blurted out.
“Banks,” Gramps snapped.
“My bad,” he mumbled.
“Neesha, wake yo lil’ ass up, fainting and shit. Black people don’t do this bullshit. Yo ass just hungry,” he fussed, pushing her shoulder.
“This nigga,” Stone grumbled.
“Why is all this bullshit happening? Who the hell would take Seaqual? He don’t mess with nobody, hell, he’s just a baby,” I sobbed out, into Racks’ chest.
“Calm down, we gonna get his ass back, that lil’ nigga ain’t no baby. Shit, he’s related to insane and insanity, ain’t no telling what the fuck his ass done did to them fuck boys. Don’t work yo ’self up. Pass out on me, well, yo ass’ll just be out,” Racks comforted, causing Stone’s angry ass to chuckle a little before glaring at his ass.
“Watch yo’self, Racks, my baby ain’t insane,” he barked.
“Yeah, she’s insanity, insane is down there faking,” Racks clapped back.
“There yo ass go, faking ass,” Banks spoke to a semi alert Neesha.
“Shut up,” she grumbled, before drinking the juice.
She emptied the carton, then tried to sit up.
“Damn, yo ass selfish. Hell, I was thirsty too,” Banks whined.
“I’mma kick yo ass, Banks, say one mo insensitive thing. Help her sit the hell up. Stone, go check on Preshus, talk to the doctor’s, see how soon she can be moved. I’mma have a room at my house set up for her. Smooth, call Slick to pick up Daffany and Lil’ D, bring’em to my house.
Mama Godwin, you and yo man is welcome to stay at my home. If you feel uncomfortable, Stone got a condo that’s close by. Racks, Banks, y’all head to SC. Straighten that shit out, take care of yo ladies,” Gramps ordered.
No one moved, we just looked at him.
“The hell y’all staring at me for? I know I spoke in plain English. Move,” he added, standing to his feet.
I flinched at the tone of his voice. Gramps is pretty damn powerful his self.
“Banks, did you say my brother is missing? Please tell me that ain’t what the hell you told me,” Neesha questioned, sitting up straighter.
“Damn,” he hissed.
I guess he was hoping she forgot just that fast. He has a lot to learn about Neesha. Her ass is worse than Preshus when it comes to remembering shit. I have never seen two people who can run down something yah ass said to them a week ago, and do it verbatim.
“Yeah, baby, um, he was, we headed to SC now,” he added.
She just stared at him for a few beats before the tears began to fall from her eyes.
“Why? He’s too, why the hell would someone snatch him? What about his breathing machine? What about his insulin? He gets stressed, he’ll have an attack. I should’na let him go there. This is all my damn fault. I love him, Banks. That boy is my heart. Something happens to him, I’ll die, Banks. I’ll fucking die,” she wailed.
He squeezed her closer to him.
“He’s gonna be good, I put that on everything. You my heart, girl. Yo ass hears that, that means somebody’s gots to die. Foe every tear yo beautiful ass sheds, that’s how many bullets I’m unloading in a muthafucka. My word is my bond, beautiful,” he declared to her.
His words chilled me to the damn bone. All three of them have different layers of crazy. Put them together, the shit is beyond dangerous.
“Damn, first my mama, then Preshus, now Seaqual. What else can go wrong?” I questioned, in Racks’ chest.
His rough, callus hands, rubbed my back in a soothing motion. I can’t lie, it’s helping. I feel like with him there’s nothing that can touch me.
“Kimmy!”
“The fuck?!” Racks barked, turning his body.
“Oh, shit,” Neesha mumbled, with her teary eyes wide.
“Who the fuck is that?” Gramps questioned.
“Jameson, what the hell are you doing here?” I spat, leaning slightly out of Racks’ embrace.
“Where else would I be? You need me. Why do that white muthafucka got his fucking hands on you? Didn’t I tell you not to be ar
ound him? He doesn’t know you are my woman?” He bellowed, stepping further into the room.
“This nigga just committed suicide,” Banks spat.
Stone just glared at Jameson. His whole moving his eyes without moving his body, is freaking me the hell out.
Racks leaned his upper body away from me. He looked down into my eyes. I stared, not breaking eye contact. He nodded once, like he understood what I was showing him. He’s been able to read my eyes from jump street, shit ain’t nothing different now.
“Jameson, I am not your woman. You are not even supposed to be around me. That’s what the restraining order means,” I yelled.
Everyone fell to a hush.
“Baby girl, you don’t mean that, I knew you weren’t serious. Move, muthafucka,” he barked, touching Racks shoulder.
“He bout to die,” Banks grumbled, shaking his head.
With the quickness, Racks moved me, spun, then,
WHAMP! WHAMP! WHAMP!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
I cringed at the sound of something breaking in Jameson’s face, while Stone and Banks looked on with smirks on their faces.
“Let’s fucking go. Yo ass got some fucking explaining to do,” Racks gritted out, grabbing my hand.
“Y’all got too much going the fuck on, bout to give me grey hairs,” Stone called out, heading towards the door.
THAWACK!
Jameson grunted at the feel of Stone stomping his ass.
“I just had to do that, fuck boy fucked up a got damn sentimental moment and shit. Fuck what he heard, this ain’t what the fuck he wants,” he stated, opening the room door.
“Shit, let’s clear out, we got to hit the interstate,” Banks called out, standing, while pulling Neesha up.
They moved towards the door, with us following.
THAWACK!
“He’ll learn if his ass don’t bleed to fucking death,” Banks grumbled, after stomping Jameson also.
Shaking my head, no one bothered to call for help for Jameson. I swear, he’s one man I really wish I had listened to Preshus and left his ass the hell alone. Jameson put on a well front, but under all of that, his ass is insane. He has really showed me crazy, delusional, and insane, comes in all shapes, forms, colors, and nationalities.
“Aye, let’s all go see Preshus, then leave. Don’t be getting all long winded. Y’all know her mean ass don’t like people to talk a lot,” Stone announced.
“I can’t,” I whispered, halting my steps.
“What you mean, you can’t? Don’t be selfish, Kimmy. Preshus has always been there for you, show her the same love and devotion,” Mama Godwin fussed.
She has never really cared for me, she just tolerated me. She couldn’t stand Kenya. I mean, absolutely hated her, and that hate transferred into dislike for me. I always understood it. Despite the fact it was judgmental as hell on her part. Turning my body, I faced her. She’s braced with her hands on her thick hips, almost daring me to say the wrong thing. Taking a deep breath, before,
“Exactly, Mama Godwin, Preshus is my Wonder Woman. I’ve never seen her hurt. I’ve never seen her down. That’s not how I want to see her now. She’s my shero. How can I step in that room and not hear her voice? It may sound like I’m being selfish, I’m not. You have no idea what Preshus has been to me. She’s talked me off the ledge, so to speak, more than once,” I implored to her, almost in hysterics.
Her stance relaxed as her eyes softened.
“Calm down, you don’t have to explain nothing. Think bout this tho, yo presence will be just what the hell she needs. Yo ass is stronger than you realize,” Racks encouraged me.
Shaking my head, while inhaling his strength, without another word, we all headed down the hall to Preshus’s room. Upon hitting the nurses’ station, we were stopped.
“Excuse me, are all of you here to see the same person? If so, only two persons are allowed in the room at the same time,” some mixed foreign chick spoke, with an accent.
“You wanna bet?” Was all Stone said, walking past her.
We all followed his lead. She started to speak again, but Smooth whispered something that halted her argument. Arriving at Preshus’ door, my heartbeat sped up, my breathing also.
“Take a deep breath, I’ll get a damn oxygen machine and hook yo ass up to that bitch,” Racks warned.
“Shidd, I might have to get one. Neesha ass passing out and shit,” Banks added.
THAWACK!
“Ouch, shit, Gramps. Man, yo ass going to jail. That’s a damn weapon, child abusing ass,” he wailed, holding his leg.
Everybody ignored his ass as Stone pushed the door open. Laying eyes on Preshus’ prone body, she does looks like she’s asleep. The bandage on her neck is fucking me up though.
“Y’all hear that? That’s my warrior right there. Y’all ain’t ready,” Stone questioned, with a hint of awe in his voice.
“My niece is doing the damn thing. Uncle Racks got you,” Racks corrected.
“I’m with you on that, Racks, that’s my grand girl,” Mama Godwin agreed.
“Both of y’all are wrong, that’s our young prince. Brickwood men produce male heirs first,” Gramps announced strongly, with his chest out.
“Regardless, it’s a wonderful sound,” Neesha spoke, moving to Preshus’ side.
Banks kept his hand on her back, I’m guessing for support.
“I’m not even going to speak on maybes, I know what it is. I’ll see you in one week. I have so much to tell you. I love you, girl,” she spoke strongly.
She leaned up after placing a kiss on Preshus’ forehead. Banks stepped forward.
“Preshus, I want to be the first to say, whatever Neesha tells yo ass when yo ass wakes up, it’s a lie. Yo ass the real deal. Believe it or not, I love yo ass. Yo ass good foe my boy. I know what’ll get yo mind right, we gonna leave one for yo ass to torture,” Banks spoke.
“Damn, Banks, yo ass is a genius, I ain’t thought bout that. Shidd, she’ll be sitting up straight, ready foe whatever tomorrow,” Racks joked.
“Shut the hell up and talk,” Stone snapped.
“Sensitive ass, Stallion, you hear his ass? Come threaten his soul, so he’ll act right. He’s missing yo violent ass already. Truthfully, we all are. We saving yo ass some action. Tell my princess, Uncle Racks got some lessons to teach her. I like yo ass a whole helluva lot,” Racks spoke.
“Po’ baby gonna have an identity crisis,” Neesha mumbled.
I nodded in agreeance, as Gramps walked closer to Preshus’ head, he leaned over. Whatever he’s saying, we couldn’t hear any of it. Damn, he can whisper, I thought.
“Why he being all secretive? Stone, you better check that shit, yo ass know Gramps got skills. Preshus wakes up wanting Gramps instead of yo off ass,” Banks questioned.
THAWACK!
“Damn! He got eyes in the back of his head, shit. I need a medic. My leg ain’t right. Neesha, check my ass out, yo ass almost a nurse and shit,” Banks complained.
“Monti, I can do that, but I have a question fa’ yah ass. Why would you talk shit, then stand behind him? Yah ass was posed to get hit,” Neesha taunted.
Banks eyed her like he wanted to say something, but was choosing not to. Gramps leaned up, turning to Banks.
“I done told you bout yo mouth. Lesson learned, lil’ nigga,” Gramps advised, with a smirk.
Mama Godwin and Wilbur moved to Preshus, they spoke in hush tones. Stone actually moved to give them some space.
“I wonder do they know his ass can read lips?” Racks mumbled, causing Stone to focus on him.
Shaking my head at their actions. For them to not share a blood line, they act a whole lot alike.
“Kimmy, get yo ass over there and talk,” Stone barked, causing me to jump.
I focused on everyone, their eyes were on me.
“Yo strength is deeper than you believe. Trust yo’self,” Racks encouraged.
Nodding, I placed one foot in front of the other, until I reached her be
d. Looking down at her, she seemed so peaceful. Tears I didn’t want to fall, began leaking from my eyes.
“Preshus, I love you, girl. I’m sorry for not being more of a woman. I’m sorry for not being stronger. I’m promising you now, I will be stronger. I’mma make you proud of me. When you wake up, I’ll have a story to tell, unlike any you’ve ever heard from me. See you in the daylight,” I spoke, sincerely.
I leaned over, placing a kiss on her forehead. Leaning up, for some reason, a power I never felt overcame me. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me.
“I’m not gonna have a nervous breakdown, stop thinking it,” I sassed, causing them to chuckle.
“Aiight, we out. Stone, yo ass driving to SC?” Banks called out.
“Yep,” he answered, while staring at Preshus.
“Damn, the fucking world finna stop on it’s axis,” Racks blurted out.
Banks chuckled in agreement, as we walked out the room, leaving Stone to have his moment with Stallion. We stepped out the room, and into the hallway, in time to see Jameson being rolled away on a stretcher. Although I know he wanted to, Banks just bit his lip to keep from commenting. Silence consumed us as we stepped on the elevator. I’m guessing everyone is lost in their own thoughts. In under twenty-four hours, all types of shit has gone down.
“Aye, we’ll see y’all asses in SC,” Racks called out, leading me to a money green Hummer.
“No doubt, be safe, nigga,” Banks called out, while leading Neesha to a blood red Hummer.
“Did y’all have these delivered or something?” I questioned, as he helped me in.
“Something like that, we all stay in Augusta. I mean, this is our main stomping grounds, of sorts. So, a lot of our vehicles are here,” he answered, after climbing in.
Nodding in understanding while buckling my seat belt but not before eyeing the interior.
“You got my purse for me? That’s so sweet,” I cooed.
“Shut that shit up. Of course, I got yo shit,” he spoke, playfully, while reaching in the backseat for my bag, then handing it to me.
Clutching it to my chest, I don’t know why I now feel complete. I always have my bag and cell phone. I never leave home without them. Opening my bag, I pulled my cell out, surprised it still has some charge left.
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