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Aleesha sat thinking in the Range Rover. When she saw Milasia approaching, she instantly felt sick. She opened the door and started throwing up in the street.
“Aleesha, you okay?” Milasia asked as she jogged to her friend’s side.
“No,” she answered once all the vomit was out, wiping the throw up off her mouth with her hand. She reached in the glove compartment and pulled out a napkin to clean her hand off.
“Bitch, you pregnant!” Milasia exclaimed, getting happy for her friend.
“No, I’m not,” Aleesha said bitterly, shutting the door.
“Damn you rude,” Milasia replied as she walked to the other side of the Range Rover and got in the driver’s seat.
“Sorry,” Aleesha said when Milasia shut the door.
“You good, boo. What is it, food poisoning?” Milasia asked nonchalantly.
Aleesha looked up and as she was about to answer her back, Milasia noticed her lip. “Bitch what the fuck happened? Did Cali do this to you?” Milasia asked with concern in her voice. Aleesha tried to fight back the tears but the waterworks just started coming. “Leelee, what happened?” Milasia asked, rubbing her friend’s back. Aleesha looked up and right as she was about to answer her, they heard a loud boom.
“What the fuck was that?” Milasia yelled, instantly getting terrified. She hopped out of the car and ran toward her apartment, with Aleesha following close behind her.
“Mila, wait!” Aleesha yelled after her.
Milasia ran all the way into the apartment, with Aleesha right behind her. “Ay, Cali, babe, did y’all hear that?” she asked, walking toward her room. As soon as she opened the door, she stood there and screamed.
“Shut the fuck up!” Cali shouted, rushing toward her. She immediately hushed up when she saw the gun in his hands.
“Oh my God,” Aleesha said, covering her mouth.
“Cali, what did you do?” Milasia asked in a low voice as she backed up against the wall in the hallway. She slid to the floor and looked dazed. “Why?” she asked as tears started falling.
“Tell her, Aleesha,” Cali said.
Aleesha stood shaking her head, looking back and forth between the two with her hand still on her mouth.
“Tell me what, Leelee?” Milasia asked, looking up at Aleesha.
“Babe, tell her,” Cali told Aleesha and she kept shaking her head no. “Tell her!” he yelled, frightening both women and making them jump.
“He raped me,” Aleesha finally managed to get out, looking at Milasia.
Now it was Milasia’s turn to start shaking her head. “No,” she said, looking at the floor, not wanting to believe what was being told to her. She knew Ronnie could get a little abusive, especially after he smoked, but she couldn’t believe that he would rape someone.
“Cuh, what you mean no?” Cali asked, getting angry.
“I’m sorry, Mila,” Aleesha said, kneeling on the floor to console her friend.
“You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about,” Cali said, walking back to the body.
“I should have known,” Milasia said as she continued to cry and stare into space.
Cali knew he had to dispose of Ronnie’s body quickly, so the first thing he thought to do was wrap his body up in the sheets. “Mila, where’s this nigga’s keys?” he asked his stepsister, looking around the room.
“His car is in the shop, he walked over here,” she answered, slowly coming out of her trance.
Cali couldn’t decide what to do, but he didn’t want the women to keep looking at the body, so he picked it up, carried it to the restroom, and put it in the tub. “Come on y’all. We need to get out of here until I move this body,” he said once he walked back into the room.
The women followed Cali out and got in his car. He dropped both of them off at his place, so he could go run a couple of errands. While Aleesha was in the restroom, Milasia left without saying a word. Aleesha tried calling her, but her phone kept going to voicemail. When Cali got back and noticed Milasia wasn’t there, he went back to her apartment to see if she had gone back home. She wasn’t there so they figured she went to clear her head, and gave up looking for her.
Later that night when it was dark outside and not a soul was in sight, Cali went back to Milasia’s to retrieve the body. He put it in his trunk and drove until he came to a dark, desolated dead end street. He stopped next to a manhole on the side walk, lifted the cover off of it and sat it on the curb. He then got the body out the trunk, and laid it on the sidewalk. He poured lighter fluid all over the body, lit it on fire, and pushed it into the hole. He then put the cover back over the hole, hopped in his car, and was gone into the night.