“I apologize, young buck, may I come in? We have a common interest,” a deep, hoarse sounding voice, sounded.
I stepped closer towards the door.
“Come in,” Banks spoke, stepping aside.
Ocean and a very handsome man stepped through the door. My breath got caught in my throat as he removed his shades. Ocean was standing beside him like she wanted to run.
“Onyx, take yo nosy ass on. Yo girl gonna shoot yo ass,” Stone taunted.
Onyx flicked him off before walking out the door.
The sounds of hammers being cocked caught my attention. Looking around the room, they all were holding guns.
“I’m not here with ill intentions. I just learned of this situation from Ocean. I want to help get Seaqual back. It would mean the world to me,” he pleaded.
“Who the fuck is you? What’s yo connection to Seaqual?” Stone sneered, raising his gun aiming it at the man’s head.
“He’s, he’s, Seaqual’s father,” I stammered out.
They all looked like the wind been knocked outta them. This shit just went left, fa’ real. In the middle of Seaqual being missing, his father, whom he never met, has arrived on the scene to help find him. Not only that, he has Ocean with his ass. I got a feeling the bullshitting ass floodgates are about to open. Afterwards, I wonder if I will be minus a sibling.
Ocean
If there was ever a moment that I wanted to die, this was it. This off nigga threatened my very being bout being here. Three psycho ass niggas, along with two deranged looking bitches, are ready to end my ass.
Once Timothy gave my ass my phone, ordering me to find out what I needed to, to help his ass, I tried stalling. I told his ass the person I knew who would have all the info wasn’t answering her phone. Before I could complete my lie, a nine mil Glock was pointed at my pussy. In the most demented voice I’ve ever heard,
“I will make sho’ your fast ass never fucks another dick. I’m trying to teach your ass a lesson, while keeping your ungrateful ass alive, isn’t it enough for you to do what’s asked of you? That’s your first strike. This ain’t baseball, where it’s three strikes, and you’re out. No, no, no, two strikes, and yo ass will have a handicapped pussy. You want to try me. Go ahead.”
The look in his eyes scared the hoe outta my ass. I couldn’t move to call anyone. I was literally, scared to breathe. He took notice by hitting me with an evil ass smirk. When he did that a face, I didn’t want to be in my memory banks flashed through my mind, causing me to flinch involuntarily.
“Yeah, he’ll always haunt your evil ass. Now that you understand the seriousness of this situation, make the right call. Get your mind right. You tip anyone off…. Well just don’t,” he sneered.
Blinking furiously, I picked up my phone with shaky hands. I lost count of the number of deep breaths I took, before hitting the contact of the one person who’s a bigger scheming ass hoe than me. Pressing it, Trina’s song, ‘Baddest Bitch’ played, instead of the ringing tone, causing me to roll my eyes into the back of my head. Shanny’s a lot of things, but a bad bitch ain’t one’em.
“Whaddup, bitch, the fuck yo ass at? It’s so much shit going on, and yo ass is M.I.A.,” she answered, talking loud as hell.
Smackin’ my teeth.
“Fuck all that shit, you know how the fuck I do. Wha’s been going on in the LSC?” I sassed.
She giggled a lil’ before,
“Bitch, why yo ass sliced yo sister arm open? The fuck that been about?” She questioned, instead.
“Why yo ass bringin’ up old shit? Yah ass know how her hatin’ ass is. Plus, you know I’m in the teaching, I’m not to be fucked wit business,” I boasted.
“Dumb ass, lil’ girl,” Timothy hissed, causing me to cringe.
“Yass! I know that’s right. Well, after tonight, her ass gonna be bowing down, fa’real. I can’t wait to see her fuckin’ face, not only hers tho, all of’em. They think they the shit, and too good to fuck wit me. They all gonna be kissin’ my ass, while beggin’ foe they pitiful ass lives,” she rambled, talkin’ much shit.
“Shanny, what the hell is yo ass speakin’ on?” I snapped.
“Aye, calm the fuck down, Ocean, yo ass my girl and all, but don’t get fucked up,” she clapped back.
“Yeah, aiight,” I mumbled.
Bitch ain’t shit to my ass, never has been. We just do the same shit. We’ve clubbed together, tricked together, even set a few outta town niggas up together. That don’t make her ass my girl. Smacking her teeth loudly while sounding like she’s moving came across the line.
“Aiight, bitch, here’s the fuckin’ tea. My nigga finna take Stone ass the fuck down. He bombed the club, killing Preshus big ass. Not only that, a few hours ago, he hit LSC, plus, took yo lil’ punk ass brother, while knocking yo raggedy, crack head ass, mammy out. Wit having ya lil retarded ass brother, them muthafuckas finna give up everything, then die. Oh yes, this shit bout to be epic,” she boasted, while laughing slightly.
My breathing picked up. I tried to control it so she wouldn’t hear it.
“Hol’ up, Shanny, who the fuck is yo man?” I forced out.
Sucking her teeth while blowing out a breath like she’s aggravated or something.
“Girl, Turtle, his ass bout to be the king of the hood, but better. I’ll be sitting right there as his queen, where I deserve to be,” she sassed.
Dropping my head at how ignorant she sounds. How the fuck she even fucking with Turtle, and I not know it? I questioned, before something dawned on me.
“I thought yah ass was fuckin’ Shark? Ain’t he in Turtle’s camp or some shit like that?” I question.
“Un huh, fucked Bumps too. It’s all a part of getting what the fuck I want. Don’t worry, I won’t leave yah ass out, since you are the one who gave me the idea. I swear, girl, if you used yo evil fa’ good, you’d be some fuckin’ body,” she informed me, taking shots.
“The fuck yo ass mean I gave yo ass the idea? I ain’t gave yo ass shit,” I spat.
“Oh, yes, the fuck you did. Yo ass hated yo fuckin’ brother so much, yah ass paid them high school kids to jump his ass. Yah ass stole his insulin and hid it, trying to kill his ass. It was yah ass that spoke on kidnapping his ass fa’ money, to torture, then kill his ass. It was yah ass who always spoke on how easy it would be to rob LSC at night, becuz they only have two people in that bitch. Yah ass laid all that shit out. I know yah ass thought no one was listening to yah conniving ass, but, bitch, I was.
Now, since you wasn’t woman enough to set the shit in motion, I did. I can’t wait to reap the fuckin’ reward. Be nice to me, I’ll give yah ass a job,” she went in, causing my mouth to drop open and my heart to stop.
I wanted to run, just so Timothy would shoot my ass. This dumb bitch, along with her weak ass, so called man, bout to die.
“Shanny, you dumb fuck, I wasn’t gonna never do that shit. But, bitch, if I did, I’m smart enough not to get caught up wit the dumbest muthafucka on Earth. That shit gonna blow the fuck up in yo face. Yah ass won’t be sitting on a throne. Yo ass’ll be in the Atlantic, Pacific, Gulf of Mexico, and the Nile River, when them crazy mofos get their hands on y’all,” I went in, putting her stupid ass on hush.
Don’t nobody go against Stone. Moving my eyes round the room, they landed on Timothy, his face was a mask of fury. Seeing that, brought my ass back to reality, and the true nature of this fuckin’ call. Not only that, but the information I gotta tell his ass. I’m fucked all the way up.
“See, I knew yo ass was a jealous, hating ass, bitch. Our shit is solid. Just watch, bitch. You gonna be hating yo dumb ass ever said them fuckin’ words,” she threatened.
“I ain’t gonna be hating shit. So, what the fuck ever. When they catch y’all dumb asses, and torture you, hold on to a lil’ of yo hood creed, and don’t snitch. Leave my name out the shit. See yo ass never, bitch,” I clapped back, hanging up.
Dropping my phone to my lap, I leaned back, like all that just took a
ll of my energy, when in truth, I was hoping Timothy would do some other shit. Fat fuckin’ chance.
“Your evil, hateful, spiteful ass, got my boy snatched. Get the fuck up. We finna find your sister and them dudes. Your ass is telling them every fucking thing,” he thundered, causing me to jump from my seat.
Fuck what his ass is talmbout, I thought.
“Kill me, muthafucka! Ain’t no way I’m doing that stupid shit yo ass is spitting! Yo ass acting all concerned and shit now. Where the fuck yo ass been fa’ the last twelve, thirteen years? Yo ass don’t know what the hell I’ve been through. I ain’t doing this shit no fuckin’ mo! Fuck you!” I bellowed.
WHAMP! WHAMP!
“Muthafucka!” I shouted, picking myself up off the floor.
Bastard got me seeing stars.
“I’ll be that. I ain’t that fuck boy you ran from. I beat your ass, you won’t have to worry about being kilt by them, I’ll beat your ass to death. The only reason I haven’t, you don’t deserve death, well, at least not by my hands,” he seethed, causing me to cower.
I was staring at his ass, trying to show defiance, it ain’t work. He smirked, then with calculated movements, he pointed in the direction of the room I’ve been sleeping in. I followed his movements just as slowly.
“I don’t give a damn what you do, either way, in ten minutes, we will be leaving this house. We will find who we need to, and you will talk,” he added.
I blinked while swallowing, and I walked off. I didn’t have to do shit, but put shoes on. Once I’d done that, we left. He already knew where he was going before he gave that long winded speech. He drove straight to LSC. We pulled up, the eerie silence of the place fucked me up. I wanted to climb outta my skin, that’s how off I was feeling.
He didn’t ask me which apartment, he pulled directly in front of it, alone side three big ass Hummers. I wanted to pray, but I ain’t never prayed a day in my life. Without words, he parked, turned the truck off, and got out. I wanted to lock the doors or something, but I knew it would be no use. I sighed, then accepted my fate as he opened my door.
BAM! BAM!
“Oooaaawww!” I howled out, grabbing my head and face.
“Damn it, Neesha. Yo ass don’t now how the fuck to act,” Banks fussed.
“Damn, I miss Stallion,” Stone mumbled, looking love sick.
Everybody ignored his ass.
“You evil, hateful, spiteful, slut ass, bitch. Yo ass better pray to Jesus, Gawd, Budda, Jehovah, whoever you need to, that my baby, my brother, doesn’t die. He dies, I’mma pull the flesh from yah nasty ass body before setting yo ass on fire,” Neesha seethed.
My legs started shaking so hard, my knees knocked.
“I likes that shit. Damn, Neesha, yo crazy ass is aiight wit me. Aye, the shit we got to do, it can’t be done here. Seaqual’s father-”
“Timothy,” Timothy interrupted.
They all looked at him. I don’t know if it was because of his name or accent.
“Seriously? The hell yah ass from? Yo ass is biblical, huh?” Banks blurted out.
Neesha shook her head.
“Shut yo ass up. Tim, I don’t know yo ass, so I don’t trust yo ass. So, yo ass in the same boat as that ungrateful trick standing beside yo ass. Wit that being said, y’all rolling wit Banks. We hitting anotha place. Lenny, grab that hoe, we out,” Stone ordered.
“Much respect, Mr. Stone. Just know I ain’t no fuck boy. I’m real bout my shit. Whatever it is you want to know, I have no problem informing you of, I just want to meet and get to know my son,” Timothy spoke, eyeing Stone.
“Good to know,” was all Stone said.
That’s one nigga you can’t get a read on, I thought. Scuffling came from down the hall.
“Bitch, if you don’t shut the fuck up. I don’t give a rats ass bout yo nappy headed ass being in pain. Yo ass lucky you can still feel pain,” Lenny’s voice belted out from down the hall.
I flinch unintentionally at the sound of his voice. Deep voices always do something to me though. I wonder why I’ve never met him before. Better yet, who the hell is he talking to?
“You snitching, bitch,” a familiar voice hissed out.
“Shanny, you dumb ass, hoe. I told yo ass,” I yelled out, laughing, although it hurt.
“Fuck you,” she shouted, trying to rush me.
“Shut the fuck up, stupid hoes. Ain’t nobody got time foe y’all ‘Real Hoes of LSC’ reunion bullshit. Both of y’all some dead dumb fucks,” Racks barked, putting my ass on hush, not Shanny though.
“‘Real Hoes of LSC,’ fuckin’ classic,” Banks blurted out, chuckling.
“I told y’all I ain’t do shit. That’s who the fuck set all this shit up, not me. Kill her dumb ass. She wanted all y’all dead. She planned the shit. She tried killing Seaqual mo’ than fuckin’ once, not me. I ain’t do shit,” she yelled, almost pleading.
No one said anything, which was more scarier than threats being issued.
“Now that we know yo ass got mo’ than hoe in yo blood, we bout to leave. When y’all walk the fuck up outta here, do the shit right. My ass is tired. I’m trying to get as much info as possible before I past judgement on y’all useless ass lives. Fuck wit me, I’ll kill yo ass where the fuck yah ass is standing, understand?” Stone spoke like he was having a simple conversation.
Shanny nor I said anything.
“Man, speak,” he snapped.
“Yes,” we said, at the same time.
“Load up,” he called out.
We went to turn towards the door, but then,
“Bambi, yah ass quiet as hell. What’s wrong?” Racks questioned, walking towards Kimmy.
“Bambi,” I blurted out.
“Yeah, Bambi, as in a deer, a female deer,” Racks spat, sarcastically.
Without thinking, I smacked my teeth, while rolling my eyes.
“Damn shame yo ass close to death and still can’t behave,” Timothy hissed, looking down at me.
“Bambi, talk,” Racks reiterated.
Kimmy turned, facing him with a solemn look on her face. All I can think was, what the hell done happened now, and am I bout to die?”
“Umm, Sprinkle, she’s dead. She died from her injuries. Although she was clean, her heart wasn’t strong enough to fight, added with her blood loss. I’m so sorry, Neesha,” she whispered, hoarsely.
Neesha stood frozen, I don’t know how to feel. I’m not sad she’s dead. She been stopped being my mother. The way I am is because of her. She had me at an early age getting her drugs for her. She would clean up for Seaqual, not me. She would spend time doting on him, not me. She actually got clean this time for him, not me.
Banks move to Neesha, hugging her. As bad as I wanted to roll my eyes, I’m fighting not to.
“Man, Neesha, I’m sorry, girl,” Racks spoke, while holding a weeping Kimmy.
I don’t know what the fuck she’s crying for. She ain’t even never been round Sprinkle, faking ass hoe, I thought.
“That’s fucked up, Neesha, my bad, fa’ real. At least she ain’t suffering no damn mo’, she ain’t deserve that shit. Yo ass got my permission to take out the muthafucka who took yo moms out,” Stone stated, while eyeing Banks and Neesha.
I started humming. Shit, she’s in a better place.
“The hell yo ass got to say, Ocean? What? We shouldn’t care that she’s dead? Is that what the fuck yah heartless ass is thinking?” Neesha snapped, causing me to stop humming.
She’s eyeing me, almost daring me to say the wrong shit. She musta forgot I love playing truth or dare.
“Exactly, y’all acting like her ass was a saint. She wasn’t shit but a crack head ass bitch. She would’ve died eventually. I hope you don’t think she was gonna stay clean. If yo yah ass did, yah ass is dumb as fuck. The bitch is sick, so in death, she’s good,” I spat, truthfully, with a shrug of my shoulders.
“Don’t, baby, she ain’t worth it. Let’s go. Call the hospital find out what you need to do. I got cha ass,”
Banks spoke to her, while holding her from me.
“I guess when you take yo last breath, you’ll feel like you deserve it. I mean, since one day you would’ve died eventually, wit the dirty, underhanded bullshit, yo ass does, right?” Neesha spoke, with a deadly calm.
“Banks, yo ass gonna be sleeping wit one eye open, shit, maybe two. Let’s load up. My ass gotta get back to Augusta,” Stone called out.
We all turned to walk out the door. Shanny’s lying ass, talmbout Preshus is dead. That’s bullshit, she’s alive. Stone would’ve kilt everyone standing if she was dead. Lawd, please let them kill me, before she reappears from wherever the hell her ass is at, nothing they can do to me would be as terrible as what Preshus ass will do to me.
An hour later…….
“Don’t make y’all selves comfortable. Hope y’all asses eat pizza. I mean, not Ocean and Shanny, y’all can starve to death fa’ all I care. Now that I got that out the way. Timothy, how bout you tell us bout yo ’self?” Stone suggested.
We’re in a townhouse, somewhere I’ve never been a day in my life. I do know he’s the only one who lives here, and the other four townhouses are empty. They got Shanny and I sitting in some folded chairs, back to back, while they surround us like we’re in some fucked up game of duck, duck, goose.
I’m wound so damn tight with the anticipation of death, my organs feel like they’re shutting down on my ass. On the ride over here, Neesha made the call to the hospital on a new iPhone. Bitch coming up in a major way, I thought, while eyeing it. I only heard her side of the conversation. I didn’t have to ask what the people told her, not like I would, as soon as she hung up Banks,
“What they say?” He question.
She sighed, all dramatically, she can be such a drama queen.
“Her face was broken in more than one place, her skull was cracked, she was anemic. Being so, it contributed to her bleeding to death. The doctor said the person who did it had the intent to kill her. Years of drug use weakened her heart. If she hadn’t passed, she would’ve been in a vegetative state. The decision of pulling the plug would have had to be made anyway. He also said she didn’t die quick, while bleeding out, she fought to breathe,” she explained.
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