King of The Hood 2 Page 16

  I’ve been doing nothin’, but smoking laced blunts, drinking, and fucking. My weight’s still holding, I know what that white girl can do. I love the high I get from the laced blunts. I ain’t tryin’ to be fucked up. Brushing my teeth, then rinsing my mouth out with mouthwash. Nasty fucker didn’t have none of this shit when he first brought me here. I may be a lot of things, but a nasty female ain’t one of them. Neesha would beat my ass fa’ skipping a damn shower. She didn’t play smelling no funk.

  Opening the door, I stepped out, wrapped in my towel, not caring if his boys are here or not. Hell, I’ve fucked bout three of’em anyway. Moving to the room I sleep in since we don’t sleep together.

  “Aww! Stop, Turtle! The fuck yo ass grabbing me fa’?” I yelled at his crazy ass.

  “Shut the fuck up! You dirty bitch! Yo ass ain’t shit!” He growled pulling my hair.

  Wincing at what feels like a patch of my hair being ripped from the damn roots.

  “Fuck you! Let me go!” I yelled, trying to pull his death grip from my hair.

  WHAMP! WHAMP!

  “Ooaawww,” I wailed.

  “I said shut the fuck up. I knew I fucked up dealing wit yo hot ass,” he seethed, dragging me out the room to the living room.

  Tugging on his hand while trying to fight his ass off.

  “Touch me one mo’ time, I’mma beat yo muthafuckin’ ass in this bitch,” he growled, before throwing me to the carpeted floor.

  My towel unwrapped from my body. Turtle ain’t the biggest bastard, he’s a cock strong one though.

  “Look, bitch! No wonder I ain’t hear shit from my people. Yo lying ass said the big bitch was scary. Does that look scary to yo ass? Bitch, yo ass gonna make this shit right, or else,” he thundered.

  Standing while gathering my towel round my body. I faced the television. What looks like a news report was on.

  “I can’t read lips, nigga. Turn the shit up,” I sassed.

  The volume rose.

  “Ouch, fucker!” I hissed, while clutching the back of my head.

  Ignit fucker threw the remote, hitting me in the head.

  “Watch yo fuckin’ mouth. Yo dumb ass talks too fuckin’ much,” he sneered.

  Rolling my eyes to the top of my head, I focused back on the television.

  “Yes, we are finally aware of the identifications of the seven dead, young black men, who were killed in Augusta, on Old Barn Highway. Two SUV’s were recovered, both were riddled with bullets. Four of the seven young men were pulled from the Savannah River. The prone, lifeless bodies of three others, were found dead under the over past. There’s been speculations that the circumstances surrounding the incident is drug related. A drug deal gone wrong, if you must.

  So far, there haven’t been any leads or witnesses. If you know any of the seven young men whose faces are being shown on the screen. Please call the hotline, the number is listed on the bottom of the screen. Enforcement agencies in Augusta, South Carolina, and surrounding cities, have joined forces, in order to capture the person, or persons, responsible for this heinous crime,” she finished.

  The screen flashed to seven mug shots of the different men. Then, a clip of the first responders on the scene, along with a clip of the bodies, and SUV being pulled from the river. Closing my eyes, I sighed, incompetent muthafuckas, I thought.

  “Don’t be breathing all hard and shit. You see what the fuck yo ugly ass did? Listening to yo dumb ass, I lost my fuckin’ soldiers, eight fuckin soldiers, dead. Fuck, man,” he belted, causing me to flinch slightly.

  “Eight? They only showed seven,” I spat.

  He glared at me.

  “You ignit, bitch. I sent eight, that means that big bitch left one alive to fuckin’ torture fa’ info,” he barked.

  Disregarding that bullshit is dumb ass just spat. My brain went back on his previous statement.

  “Ugly? You Kermit the frog lookin’ bastard. I see why yo damn name is Turtle. Yo muthafuckin ass is the spitting image of one, down to the fuckin’ hump on yo back. Scary summabitch, yo ass is good at hiding, I guess that goes wit the turtle complex too. You the ignit bastard. I didn’t do shit. I told yo ass how to get to her ass. It ain’t my fuckin’ fault yo ass sent eight amateurs. That’s on yo ass. Them ain’t no fuckin’ soldiers. Pussy, weak muthafucka,” I snapped, with my hands on my hips.

  He’s eyeing me like he wants to shoot my ass.

  “Get the fuck out my face. I got my boy comin. His ass got some info fa’ me. Stay yo ass in the fuckin’ room,” he ordered.

  “The fuck? I ain’t yo child or pet. Yo ass don’t be putting me in no fuckin’ room. Nigga, yo ass got me all the way fucked up,” I snapped.

  He rushed me before I could move.

  BAM! BAM! BAM!

  “Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” he growled, punching me.

  WHAMP! WHAMP! WHAMP!

  “Nigga, yo punk ass puttin’ yo bitch ass hands on me!” I yelled, fighting his ass back.

  “Oh, you a bad bitch. Yo ass wanna fight? I’mma teach yo ass yo fuckin’ place,” he sneered, going in on me unmercifully.

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  With the force of his licks, this fucker is trying to kill my ass.

  “I should make yo hoe ass suck my dick. Talkin’ shit when I’m takin care of yo stupid ass,” he hissed, through gritted teeth.

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  THUMP!

  My body hit the floor. I can feel my face swelling, along with my eyes. Blood is running from somewhere my nose and lips, I think.

  “Stupid, slut,” he gritted out.

  “Oooaaww, shit! Stoppppp! Stopppp,” I whimpered, as he dragged me cross the carpeted floor.

  “Didn’t I tell yo ass to shut the fuck up?” He barked.

  THWACK!

  “Umph,” I whimpered, as his foot landed in my mid-section.

  “Crawl yo dumb ass in the fuckin’ room. Bitch, yo ass bet not even breath hard,” he spat.

  Crying as the pain vibrated through my body. Rolling to my hands and knees. It fuckin’ hurts.

  THAWACK! THAWACK! THAWACK!

  “Oooaaawww! Fffuuuccckkk,” I wailed.

  “Shut the fuck up. Yo ass bold, right? You ah bad bitch! Bad bitch, yo ass better hope I get what the fuck I’m after, or yo ass gonna be a dead bitch,” he threatened.

  I tried pulling myself up again. Fuck it I did a fucked up army crawl to the bedroom. That fucker don’t know it, but now he’s on my shit list, with everybody else who thought it was okay to cross me.

  An hour later….

  “Naww, nigga, I didn’t get the fuckin’ security job. I ain’t even seen the fucking owner. Is yo ass sho’ it’s that Preshus bitch?”

  I heard, pulling me from my sleep.

  “Fuck yeah. How the fuck yo ass ain’t get hired? I thought Bo-Bo, yo cuzzin’, was head of security?”

  Scheming muthafucka, floated through my head, while trying to sit up.

  “Yeah, his ass is. He done turned into a brown nosing muthafucka. Fucking Stone’s ass was there, fucker shot my ass. Then told Bo-Bo I fucked a lil’ ass girl. I ain’t fucked no kid. Bitch said she was eighteen.”

  “Damn. Wha’s the bitch name? I gotta make sho’ I don’t run into her ass,” Turtle questioned.

  Ohh fuck, I know that ain’t Bumps’ bitch ass. This nigga bout to blow up my spot, before I’m ready to blow the bitch up. My fuckin’ head feels like lead, while my body feels like one exposed throbbing nerve. Shit, I’ve felt pain, but not like this.

  “Ocean,” Bumps spat, with distaste.

  I bet that bastard got his face frowned up.

  “Ocean? Short, thick, redbone, wit dimples, stay in LSC?” Turtle clarified.

  “Yeah, that’s her. You know her?” Bumps questioned.

  “Naww, I’ve seen her ass, but I don’t know her ass,” Turtle lied.

  “Bet. The bitch only good fa’ pussy, head, and info,” Bumps spat, nastily.

  “Non fuckin’ muthafucka,” I grumbled,
rolling over in the bed.

  I need to get the fuck up outta here. Shit, I got money, my cell, and clothes. Fuck them muthafuckas.

  “Fuck yo ass mean bout info? Yo ass think she know something?” Turtle inquired.

  “Light up, nigga,” Bumps ordered, instead.

  There’s some slight movement, before a lighter strike. I hope Bumps brought his own shit. All of Turtle’s are laced. Fucker even sniffs that shit.

  “Yo ass good now, nigga?” Turtle spat.

  “Fuck yeah. Now, that bitch is the four-one-one of LSC. She’s dirty as fuck, do anything fa’ ah buck. I know she hates her sis and bruh. Yo ass should grab that lil’ fucker,” Bumps spoke, sounding like he’s holding smoke in.

  No, the fuck, he didn’t. I hate Seaqual, yes, but fuck lying, if anybody gonna use and torture his ass, it’s gonna be me, I thought moving a bit mo’ faster. I would wait ‘til nightfall, but daylight is best right now. Turtle’s ass’ll be sleep in an hour. The only fucker I know who smokes, then tunks out. Nigga got weak lungs or something.

  “The fuck (cough) yo ass talkin’ bout (cough)?” Turtle choked out.

  “Man, that lil’ punk (cough) got them hoes (cough) on lock. Yo ass want that Preshus bitch (cough), she’ll fuck the world up behind (cough) that lil’ nigga. Fucker even got Banks (cough) on his side,” Bumps bitchin’ ass choked out.

  The fuck his ass sit around and do? Gossiping fucker, I thought, pulling on some jersey shorts and a baby tee. Bending over which hurts like hell, I pulled on my Vans.

  Moving as quietly as possible, I gathered my things, stuffing them in my duffle bag I ran away with. I got a tad bit more stuff now. Turtle gave my ass some stacks to ball with. I only did a little something. Since, my plan was never to stay with his ass. After he got me my revenge, while dying in the process. I knew I would need some escape money.

  “Aye, they still in LSC?” Turtle questioned.

  “Naww, Neesha’s thick ass moved them up outta there. I can find out to where though,” Bumps answered. Now, I know he’s holding his smoke in.

  “Fuck. Aiight, do that shit. That big bitch gon’ bow down, or die,” Turtle barked.

  “Cough, cough, cough.”

  “Nigga, the fuck wrong wit yo ass?” Turtle spat.

  “Nothin’, nothin’, just, un, her ass ain’t alone no mo’,” Bumps choked out.

  Hold the hell up? Who the fuck is Preshus big ass with? I questioned, freezing in my steps.

  “The fuck that shit mean? Yo ass think I’m scared of some fuckin’ body? I’m muthafuckin Turtle. That bitch, along wit whatever muthafucka her hoe ass dealing wit, can catch this smoke,” Turtle sneered.

  “Stone,” was all Bumps said.

  That bitch with Stone? What the fuck is it bout that bitch? Her ass been a fuckin’ stripper, shakin’ her ass, and fuckin’ for change, no matter what her lying hoe ass said. Her ass was with that Lester fucker. He’s cute, in a preppy, wanna be hard, sort of way. He actually met her ass at her damn job. He dated her, well, committed to her ass, for almost a fuckin’ year. It wasn’t until his punk ass boys got tired of seeing him flaunt her big ass and started lying on her ass.

  Lester dropped her ass wit the quickness. Let me stop lying, Preshus cut his bitch ass off, with some choice words, along with slicing his chest open, when he tried swinging on her ass. The bitch is crazy, and don’t care who the hell knows it. I know how far to push her ass. She hauled off and slapped my ass once. I lost my memory from ages five to fifteen.

  Silence lingered between the two assholes. Turtle’s ass is petrified now, I bet. He bragged on what he would do to Stone, and how he’s taking his shit over. All lies to boast his imaginary street creed. He easily will have other muthafuckas doing his dirty work. Nigga listens to anything someone tells his ass. Opening the window gingerly as possible, I climbed out the bitch. Thank goodness this is a small single family home, a little off the highway.

  “Come on, girl, you can do this. First, to Doctor’s Care, then home, or a motel,” I mumbled, walking as fast as my bruised body allowed me to.

  I ain’t even took inventory of my bruises and shit. Hitting the highway. Damn, I thought, before pulling my phone out.

  “Sometimes, Ocean, you act real slow. You could’ve been called an Uber. But then again, you couldn’t give them that address, so you is kinda smart. Why the fuck am I talkin’ to my damn self in this fuckin’ heat?” I spoke out loud, while hobbling.

  Ain’t no telling what I look like. Now to figure out the damn address. There ain’t a fuckin’ convenience store, nothin’ that I can see that can help my ass out. Shit, I should’ve thought this shit out.

  Thirty Minutes later…...

  “Ma’am, ma’am, are you okay? What happened to you? Do you need an ambulance, the police?”

  “What? I’m fine. What’s the address here?” I snapped, at the convenience store clerk.

  It took me thirty fuckin minutes to finally walk upon this shit. She rushed out the address to me.

  “Thank you. Do you have a restroom?” I sassed.

  She just pointed towards the back of the store. I guess she don’t appreciate my attitude, like I give a damn. Hobbling through the aisle, I picked up a high ass first aid kit.

  “Ma’am, you gotta pay for that,” she called out.

  “I know that! I ain’t no damn thief. Don’t yo ass got security cameras? Bitch leave me the fuck alone,” I thundered, ready to knock her ugly ass out.

  Without a glance, I made it to the restroom, opening the door then locking it. Making it to the sink, my eyes landed on my reflection.

  “Haaaahhh,” I shrieked.

  I look like I went twelve rounds with Ronda Rousey. I don’t recognize shit bout myself. My eyes have busted blood vessels in’em. They’re black, rimmed wit blue, dry blood is under my nose, also my lip. My hair is a tangled mess, looking like a fucked up birds nest.

  Pulling my shirt up. Damn, my mid section is red and bruised.

  “Ssssss,” I hissed, touching myself.

  Moving my hand like my own skin burned me.

  “That muthafucka gonna get his,” I vowed, out loud, before opening the first aid kit.

  Moving to my bag, I pulled out a wash cloth, cleanser, and some other shit, then went to work. I don’t know how I’mma do it. I gotta get back to my sister. My plan just fell the fuck apart.

  Then again, this may be a good thing. I need to distance myself from Turtle. He’s fucked up too many times. First, the shoot out at the bash. I gave his ass the details. I told him one thing. Being a dumb ass, he recruited two of Stone’s soldiers. I’ve been feeding his ass shit pertaining to ‘Creamy Pies.’ Granted, a lot of what I said was a lie. I know nothing bout that damn club. I’ve never been. I just went off things I’d overheard from Preshus and Neesha.

  “Damn, girl, you good. You look a little better,” I observed, finishing up my self care methods.

  Packing everything up, then placing my bag on the sink. I squatted over the toilet to piss. I usually don’t even use public toilets.

  “Ooouuu, fuck,” I hissed, as my pee flowed.

  Clinching my muscles to stop my pee. Holding it while taking a deep breath I let the pee flow again. While tears flowed down my cheeks, due to the pain I’m feeling. I ain’t never felt no shit like this before. Finishing up, I grabbed the tissue wiping. Looking at the tissue.

  “The fuck is this yellowish green shit and blood? Aww, hell no! If that ugly muthafucka gave me something. Fuck everyone else, I’ll kill his ass myself,” I vowed, dropping the tissue in the toilet, then flushing.

  Before pulling my panties up, I grabbed a pantyliner outta my bag, putting it on. Straightening my clothes, washing my hands, drying them, I gathered my things.

  Walking back in the store pissed, I grabbed an Arizona Grapeade, a bag of salt & vinegar skins, a pack of strawberry Bubblicious, a Three Musketeer, along with a bag of shell-less sunflower seeds. There’s a few people milling round getting in line, so I can
cash out.

  “Aye, lil’ baby, I got chu.”

  Looking up at the sound of the voice. I can’t see his eyes, due to his shades and baseball cap. His stature is strong, real strong. He got me thinking some things.

  “Um, not to be a bitch, but I don’t know you like that. I ‘preciate the offer tho,” I declined, politely.

  “Much respect. Take care,” was all he said, before paying for his things.

  I eyed him. He looks professional, like he got a lil’ bank. It’s men like him that cause me to lie. He didn’t ask my name or age but was ready to buy my goodies.

  “Have a good one,” his baritone voice snatched my attention.

  Placing my things on the counter.

  “Anything else for you?” She quizzed, eyeing me funny.

  “Nothing just make sure you include the first aid kit. I would hate to be harassed foe’ something yo low class ass forgot to do,” I sassed.

  Smackin’ her teeth while shaking’ her head. She did her job. Giving me my total, I paid, while asking for a bag. She laid it on the counter while handing me my change.

  “Boo-Boo, that’s yo job. Bag my shit. Yo ass know you need this damn job, so stop ackin’ like yo ass got options. Make me call corporate on yo unprofessional, funny looking ass,” I taunted, causing her eyes to meet mine.

  “Little girl watch ya’self. You walking yo ass round here looking like yo ass had an allergic reaction to a nigga’s fist. Whatever it is you think you are grown enough to do, I’m telling you now, you ain’t. Have a good day,” she went in, while bagging my things, then pushing my bag towards me.

  “Fuck you, Bushwick Bill looking, slut ass, bitch,” I spat, snatching my bag off the counter, before storming out the door.

  Moving my body to the edge of the store. I pulled my phone out to call a much needed Uber. My ass needs to be checked out. Unlocking my phone, clicking on the Uber app. Remembering the address, I typed it in. Four available Ubers popped up. Clicking on the closet one to check out the profile I heard,

  “Excuse me, lil’ baby?”

  Looking up, it’s the guy from inside the store. I know his ass didn’t sit out here and wait one me. Choosing to ignore his ass while ordering this damn Uber.