Chapter 17
Kaylin
I never in all my life thought that I’d be in a predicament such as the one that I was in now. I once had my life planned out to a T. I was going to marry the love of my life, make an assload of money, and start my own family. Well, I had two out of the three things, but because of my poor lack of judgment, and thinking with my little head instead of my big head, I didn’t have anything but money. I didn’t care what anybody said, money couldn’t buy you happiness. I wished I could say that this was somebody else’s fault, but I knew that I had no one to blame but myself. Had I not been a typical male instead of the man that Mimi needed me to be, I wouldn’t have been in this situation right now.
I woke up from a horrible dream that I was having. I was rolling through the streets of New Orleans with my kids and Stacy, when out of nowhere a car collided with the van that we were in. Next thing I knew, I was hearing a bunch of loud screaming and crying. Then a man opened the door and tried to pull me out. I tried reaching for my gun, but he somehow saw me and punched the hell out of me so hard that I was seeing stars. I turned to try to check on my kids when I noticed that there was blood on the window. That’s when I saw Kailay on the floor, unresponsive.
“Kailay,” I said, trying to reach for her, but dude reached in and stopped me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, turning me back around to face him. I swore dude’s face was so familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen him.
“Look, I don’t know who the fuck you are and I damn sure don’t know what you want, but I’m trying to get to my daughter. She’s in the back seat, and she’s unresponsive,” I said to him. What he said next had me wanting to take his fucking head off.
“I don’t give a fuck if her little ass dies. She’s not my problem, nigga,” he said. He then opened his mouth to spit some more shit, but before he could do that I had punched him dead in his muthafucking mouth. I didn’t know where all that energy had come from, but I was on top of his ass like white on rice. I wasn’t a fool, and I knew damn well that Stacy’s no-loyalty-having ass had something to do with this.
“Bitch-ass nigga. How could you say some shit like that?” I asked, giving him a three-piece combo to his face that drew blood instantly. He tried to push me off him, but that left hook that I sent to his jaw had him in a daze. I knew the shit had to hurt, because I heard when it cracked. Standing up, I proceeded to stomp and kick all over his body. “I bet you’re going to think twice when you come at me again.”
I was about to get up and go see about Kailay when something hard connected with the back of my head. I moved my hand to grab the back of my head when I was struck again. The thing I remembered seeing before everything went black was Stacy standing over me with a gun in her hand.
That’s when I woke up. I opened my eyes but closed them again immediately. The sun was so bright that when I opened them, it was starting to give me a headache. It took a few minutes, but when I was finally able to open my eyes, I had no idea where I was. I moved my arms to try to sit up, but my hands were tied down. “What the fuck is going on?” I asked myself. I tried to recall how I got there, but somehow I couldn’t remember anything.
“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to join the party,” I heard a male voice say, but I didn’t see anyone.
“What the fuck is this shit and who the fuck are you?” I asked, getting angry. I was tied to a bed somewhere, and now someone was playing with me.
I heard him laugh, and then he said, “You’re one tough cookie to crack, man.” Again, I tried to turn to see if I could see him, but I didn’t see anything. I had an idea of who it was, but I silently prayed to God that I was wrong.
“I must admit, you almost had me back there, but as always my little girl had come to my rescue,” he said with a light chuckle. My heartbeat quickly sped up as I heard footsteps approaching me. “I owe you one, little nigga,” he said, and then his fist connected with the side of my face. My head snapped back so hard, I thought I had whiplash. When I turned to get a good look at him, I almost bugged out. It was the same man from my dream.
“Man, what the fuck are you doing here and why the fuck am I all tied up and shit?” I spoke through gritted teeth.
“You and I both know the answer to that question,” he said, walking around to the foot of the bed. “But what I need to know is where the money is.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about and there’s no money. So you might as well just let me and my kids go,” I spoke to him calmly. He erupted into a heap of laughter, as if I had just said something that was funny. He was starting to annoy the fuck out of me, because I for one didn’t see shit that was supposed to be funny.
“You’re a real funny guy, Kaylin,” he said, taking a seat in the chair that was sitting by the bed. “But if I were you and I were in your position, I wouldn’t try to be funny right now. Your kids’ lives are at stake.”
“Man, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Where are my kids? If you touch one hair on either one of my boys’ heads, you’ll regret the day your mother had you!” I said, my voice laced with venom.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. We don’t want your sons to end up like your daughter. Now do we?” he asked, with a smirk on his face.
I was about to answer him when the sound of a female’s voice interrupted me.
“Did he wake up yet, Daddy?” Stacy asked, entering the room. Her mouth flew open when she noticed that I was sitting there awake and alert.
I didn’t say anything. To be honest, I couldn’t. All I could really do was laugh and shake my head. The bitch who I cheated on my girl with was now betraying me. Go fucking figure.
“So I’m getting fucked over by my side piece I see,” I said, looking straight at her. The bitch couldn’t even look me in my eyes. “So what? Is this supposed to make you feel better? What you trying to get back at me for? You was always my bitch, my bottom bitch at that. I never had any plans on making you my woman, because you wasn’t worthy enough of becoming her and this is the number one reason why. You’re a disloyal, untrustworthy person, a snake, and a bitch who would turn on her mama if you had to. You actually think that I want a bitch like you as my woman? A bitch, my bitch is always what you’ll ever be. I hope that whatever it is you’re getting out of this will make you happy.”
She didn’t say anything. She just kept her eyes down to the floor, so I continued, “Not only did you take away a mother, who left four kids behind, but you also took away that little girl’s father. Now you want to take away a father and leave those same three, plus your own son, fatherless,” I said, trying to build as much guilt on her conscience as I could.
“Don’t put that shit on me. I wasn’t the one who shot them; you were. It was your gun that killed Mimi and Tyreek, not mines. So save that bullshit. Speak for yourself, nigga,” she said, taking a step toward me.
“Bitch, please. It was only because of your bitter ass that I even found the shit out in the first place. You couldn’t just stay in your lane. You had to do what side bitches do: cause problems.”
“Nigga, fuck you,” she said and walked out of the room. I lay there wishing that I could rip both her and her fucking father apart. When I looked up, I caught the nigga standing there staring at me.
“What the fuck are you staring at?” I asked, mugging the nigga.
“You. I could never understand how y’all niggas let pussy be y’all downfall. Y’all claim to be that nigga, but the minute a bitch with a powerful pussy comes into y’all niggas’ lives, y’all get as soft as a fucking teddy bear.” He chuckled and then shook his head. “Your generation of men is weak-minded. Had you been born back in my time, you’d have known better. We didn’t get pussy whipped; we did the whipping. Had bitches eating out of the palms of our hands, and then sucking our dicks after. We had bitch after bitch, and we never had a problems, because they knew about each other. Our bitches got along and never caused any problems, and you know why? Because we had it like that. Keep letting your little head get you fucked up and you’ll find yourself in many more situations like this,” he said, laughing. He looked at me, and then walked out of the room, leaving me with my thoughts.
I wasn’t trying to hear none of that shit that wannabe pimp thug was spitting. I was only concerned with finding my kids and getting the fuck up out of here before it was too late. I was sitting there thinking when an idea popped in my head. I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but right now, I didn’t have a choice. I was willing to do anything to get my kids and me up out of here, even if I had to die trying.