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I blew out a frustrated breath and just shook my head. I told Tisha time and time again, if she had to close the shop that she needed to close with somebody. She didn’t need to be doing that shit by herself. But like the bull headed woman she was, she paid my ass no attention.
“Alright nigga, let’s go,” Ty said, coming into the den.
“Where are y’all going?” Lani asked.
“To go get my girl,” I told her, and she nodded her head.
A minute later, we were out the door and in the car. I swear to God if a hair was even out of place on Tisha, I was killing any motha fucka standing. Everybody knew how I was when it came to my fuckin woman, so why would they feel the need to test me? I have no fuckin idea. The drive to Marshae’s crib was a quiet one. All I kept thinking about was revenge, and hopefully Marshae’s ass was the one that had something to do with this, because if it wasn’t her then I don’t know what the fuck it was that I was going to do. Lord give me strength!
Chapter 2: Tisha
Where the fuck am I? I opened my eyes and tried to see where the hell I was, but it was pitch black in this room. My hands and legs were tied up, so there was no way possible I could even get comfortable on the cold ass floor. All I remember was leaving the shop, walking to my car and someone coming up behind me, and then it was lights out for me. I can’t lie, I’m scared as fuck right now. What if I never get to see my baby again? I can’t help but think that if I die in this room, then I will fail as a mother. The one promise that I had made to my daughter, which was to always be there for her and to be the best mother that I can be, I had broken.
“Help!”
“Somebody help me!” I yelled from the top of my lungs. I continued to yell for about five minutes straight. Tears were pouring from my cheeks, because I had frustrated myself to the point where I just started crying. I was working myself up in here, and I needed to just calm my ass down.
A few minutes later, the door opened and the lights turned on. I was hoping someone was coming to save me so I could get the fuck from out of here. I knew Otis was pissed off by now because he couldn’t get in touch with me. I hope that he noticed that something was going on and that he was out looking for me, because a bitch is scared as fuck right now.
“Bitch shut the fuck up,” this Beans look alike said, coming closer to where I was. This nigga looked fuckin crazy, so I shut my ass up and didn’t say shit else. Crazy because not much scared me, but this big motha fucka right here had me about to piss my damn pants–I was that fuckin scared of him. I don’t know if it was because he was so ugly, or the fact that he was so big and he looked deadly.
For some reason, I just knew I was going to die here tonight. I mean, why the hell would he kidnap me only to let my ass go? Niggas wasn’t cooperating like that when they snatched up females! I done read too many Urban Fiction books, so I already know how this is going to fuckin play out. Most times when females get into a situation like this, they ass get raped and then killed. I put my head down and said a silent prayer, asking God to protect me.
“Well well well, we meet again,” I heard a familiar voice say, entering the room.
I looked up and guess who the fuck it was? Marshae! It was the first time that I actually looked at this bitch, and I could tell that something was seriously wrong with this bitch. She took joy seeing me tied up like this. Damn, so this her all along! Wow, I never would have guessed it because it was like she just fuckin disappeared after my girls and I had jumped her. Then when you think about it, I wonder if she was the one all along playing on my damn phone, because I kept saying that I thought it was a bitch who was just disguising her voice. Fuck! All of this could have been avoided if I had just told Otis when she started calling private.
“Bitch for real?” I asked, looking at this bitch in pure fuckin disgust. Yes, I know she has an advantage over me right now being as though I was tied up, but I’m not about to go out like no weak bitch in front of her. God knows I want to start crying, but hell no, I wasn’t gon’ do it!
“Bitch did you really think I would let you and your little friends jump me and get away with it?” she asked, walking closer to me.
When she was standing directly in my face, she squatted down and slapped the shit out of me. Again and again. I would not give this bitch the satisfactory to see me cry, even though I could feel that my lip had been busted. Those slaps were getting the best of me, but I couldn’t go out like a sucker.
“You doing all of this for what? We jumped you months ago and you just now want your revenge!” I asked with a mouth full of blood, because eventually the slaps turned into punches.
“Bitch you took what’s mine, so you got to go,” she said, looking fuckin deranged. This bitch was crazy as hell to think Otis was hers. That nigga was never hers in the fuckin first place. I swear these bitches get some dick and feel like they entitled to some shit. When will these side bitches learn that all they were good for is some pussy?
“Bitch you are stupid as hell to think my nigga want you. Otis told me about you already. You ain’t nothing but a fuckin hoe. Yo ass done been passed around, flipped, and pushed by all the homies,” I started laughing. You know what they say, you got to laugh to keep from crying. God knows I wanted to break down and cry right now, because I knew for a fact that this was it for me. I could see the hate and envy that this bitch had in her eyes towards me. Crazy that this bitch allows me to have all that power over her when she don’t even fuckin know me from a can of paint.
Before I knew it, this bitch started chocking the shit out of me, trying to fuckin kill my ass. The man that was standing in the room walked over to pull her from off of me.
“Alright Marshae, that’s enough,” he told her, which surprised the hell out of me. Shit, I thought he would be cheering her ass on, telling her to choke me harder with his scary looking ass.
When she eventually got off me, we heard a doorbell ring. I prayed to God someone
was coming to save me.
“Who the fuck is at the door?” the man barked.
“Nigga I don’t fuckin know,” Marshae said, looking spooked as hell.
“I’m going to go answer it–if this bitch fuckin attempts to move, I want you to blow her fuckin head off,” Marshae told him.
She left out the room, and it was just me and him left. He sat on the chair with the gun resting on his lap.
“God please let that be Otis at the door,” I said to myself.
Chapter 3: Marshae
