Chapter 66

 

I was fucking lost and confused and hurt.

What the fuck?

I’d just laid this hoe to rest almost two years ago. Shit, like that really warps a motha fucka’s mind. First, I thought my dad was dead and it turned out he ain’t. But when I find out that he ain’t dead, then he really is. Confusing, right? Then there is Free, I just knew he was dead but still thought he was alive just to find out he’s dead. And last but not least this hoe. I’d buried her in my heart; I had a memorial service, she was dead. I had no doubt about that and I was moving on and then… BAM! Here she is, alive.

This was some F’ed up S. Okay I’ll just curse, it sounds better. This was some fucked up shit.

Now, it’s King? I tried my hardest to keep him out of my mind. I had to escape and deal with that later.

I know, why am I still fighting?

I’m a fighter, I guess. Though in a split second giving up did cross my mind.

Spin bent down into the trunk and rolled me over.

“Give me the knife,” he said.

“I’ll do it.”

“No!” Spin said.

A few seconds later my legs were cut from my hands but still bent at the knees. Spin cut the binds holding my feet together. I felt him pull my arms and oh my God that shit fucking hurt like a motha. I was lifted out the trunk and sloppily placed on my feet. The blood rushing back into my legs was painful yet welcoming as hell. Spin had to hold me until my weak legs had enough strength to stand on their own. My legs were fucking numb and tingling and my arms burned.

I looked around and was surprised to see I was at Spin City. I didn’t ask any questions though they were running around in my mind. Instead I was pushed and started towards the door. Vicky was in front of me and if I had not known Spin had a gun I would have rushed the hoe hands behind the back and all.

Vicky opened the door and stepped up passed the missing step.

“I see you got yo’ brother,” Spin said as I stepped up into the house.

I didn’t say anything, my mind was fast at work plotting the escape I knew I’d never get to make. The house was empty and had a hollow feeling. The feds took everything and I could only guess the property was up for sale. The lights were on and I followed Vicky to what was once Spin’s office. The book shelved walls were bare and the room was empty. Even the carpets were pulled up. In the center of the room was three folding chairs.

I guess they’d been planning this for a little while. As I sat down I realized they were not going to kill me. At least not right away. So I decided I’d have to talk.

Spin and Vicky sat down across from me. Vicky crossed her legs looking smug and I could not believe what was going on. These two hated each other. At least I thought they did. I began to realize that I had as many questions as they probably had. I mean I understood why Spin was there holding me hostage, but why Vicky?

I sat there trying to be as cool as I could. I was trying to act as though I was not shitting bricks. I needed Shiesty Shi back. The problem was I was in too much shock to do so.

Vicky was the first to speak.

“Shi, you are here because and only because Spin has some questions he needs answered and only you can answer them. And so you know, you are going to die.”

I breathed in deep and then looked at Spin. He looked sad. He had the glock in his lap like he did back at my house. The same gun he shot King with. He was looking down at the ground and I was staring daggers at him. He would not look up at me.

“Why?” he asked surprising me with the sound of his voice.

“Why what Spencer?” I asked trying to remain calm.

“I, I loved you. I still love you,” he said. I hated him. I was staring at him wishing that looks could kill. “Is what she say right?”

I looked at Vicky who was looking pissed. He didn’t believe her, whatever she told him. Wow!

“What did she say?”

“I, I… you set me up, and…” I was still staring at him. “And that you don’t love me, you never did.”

Wow! Was this nigga serious? This nigga was twisted. After all he’d done to me.

I didn’t even try and lie. “Yes.” That was all I said, that was all that needed to be said.

He still didn’t look at me and I knew he was hurt. Why? How could he be? Yeah, questions I had and wanted to know. But I didn’t care, shit D-lo I don’t give a fuck about no hoe. Ha, ha, yeah a bitch still making jokes in the face of danger. Danger? I laugh at danger. Ha, ha. See?

“See, what I tell you? This triflin’ ungrateful bitch don’t love you Spin. But I do. Who been tellin’ you what’s been goin’ down. Who’s-”

“Shut up!” Spin snapped. I was hella shocked. Vicky was staring at him and it was serious. “If yo’ ass had of been straight up and told me instead of droppn’ lil’ ass hints and shit cuz, I woulda dealt with this shit befo’e it got this far.”

Vicky’s mouth dropped. She looked pissed and hurt, then angry. “Nigga you wouldn’t of done shit because yo’ ass too wide open fo’ this hoe.”

“Vicky! Just shut up and let me talk to my wife.” His voice was cold enough to give me chills. Vicky was silent though she looked hurt as he turned back to me and was actually looking at me. His eyes had a vacant look to them. He looked far away, downright senile. “So what did you plan to do?” he asked looking me dead in my eyes. “Kill me? Or, just turn me into the rollas? Let me die in jail? Who, you pulled-” he seemed like he was having a hard time forming his last question. “You were going to shoot… me?” He sounded genuinely confused.

I stared him in his cold eyes and said, “Yes.”

Shit at the rate I was going that was all I had to say.

I was trying to think up my own questions. Vicky’s ass was on some otha. I wondered how long had they been fuckin’? She loved him? Wow! How could she do this to me? Why?

“Why?”

I looked up at Spin and my mouth dropped. This nigga just asked me fucking why.

“Spencer.” I was trying to control my anger. I knew anger would not get me free. “You burned my family alive…” I let that sink in. That was a powerful sentence. “Did she tell you my little brother survived? Did you know that?” I was thinking about Poppa in that damn tube, and I was gettin’ heated. “He was one Spencer! I saw his burnt body in that tube when I was twelve fucking years old. You ruined my life before it even started…” He took to looking at the floor again. “For my birthday you gave me a dead family. You even killed my father right in front of me—”

“T-money killed Johnny,” Spin said shaking his head and looking confused.

“Wrong, T-money was Johnny.”

It was silent. I let that sit with him and he seemed to internalize it. When it hit him he said, “You didn’t know he was your father. I didn’t know.”

“Would that have mattered?” He didn’t respond. He wasn’t sorry T-money was dead. I was trying to control my tone, but I couldn’t. I had an outburst and yelled, “You were responsible for them niggaz raping me!”

My heart was pounding, but the fear I’d felt earlier was evaporating. When you have nothing to lose and when you’ve faced death so many times it no longer matters; it no longer scares you. I was expecting to die. So, I did what Dr. Richards taught me to do. I expected the worse and prayed for the best.

“I hate you and you bettah make sure you kill me Spencer because we both cannot live. It’s not big enough for the both of us.”

“But I love you,” he yelled jumping out of his seat. He was crazy. “Just tell me you’re sorry Shi. I’ll do it first okay. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know, I didn’t mean it.”

“Sorry?” I flashed looking up at him. “Nigga you murdered my family and took what I thought was my best friend, the only person I had left in this world. You killed the only man on this earth I loved Spencer. Sorry?

“I ain’t apologizin’ to yo’ punk ass. Fuck you! You punk bitch! I hate you!”

His eyes were huge, and so were Vicky’s. I saw a flash of fear rather than anger in her eyes as she looked at me and then him. She slowly got to her feel to comfort him.

“I got you baby. Give me the gun, let me kill this bitch,” she said reaching for his gun. She turned to look at me still with the fear in her eyes. Then she turned back to him. “Please!”

Spin shook his head and pushed her away as he pulled the gun away from her. The fear on her face mixed with defeat.

“I’ll do it,” he said in a calm voice. “I deserve to. I don’t love no-one who don’t love me.”

I could tell he was talking himself into killing me. Hell, at least it would be quick.

“Be happy I’m gonna end this quick, just like I did yo’ bitch ass brother,” he said looking at me with that dark vacant look. “Then I’ma finish what I started. I’m gonna let you burn in this bitch,” he said with the straightest face. The nigga was demented.

I showed no reaction to his words, mainly because I was tired. I knew this time would have come sooner or later. Everyone has to die someday.

“‘Til death,” Spin said lifting up the gun.

“Hold on!”

My heart stopped as we both looked at Vicky. I could have gotten up and rushed the bitch as my last act, but there was no reason to with my hands behind me. Shit, for all I knew it would just cause me more pain before dying.

“Let me tell this bitch why? You wanna know right Shi?” she asked smiling at me. I just stared at her and she started.

“Ever since we was kids it’s been all about you. I took the back burner, you used me.” I began to realize that what Tianna had told me was right. “You left me Shi. You left me all alone, then you took my father from me.” I knew she didn’t mean I’d killed him or anything because her crazy bitch ass did that. “It’s always been about Shi, when daddy died, I was all alone again. I was broke. I was strugglin’. Where were you? Inside getting’ three free ones and free bed, free clothes. You ain’t had to quit school, work three jobs just to pay the rent. You ain’t have to worry where yo’ next meal was gonna come from.”

Oh, I was gonna let her have it. She had no idea. But I’d let her talk though, no matter what she said, nothing would justify it or make it better. I knew that’s what she was trying to do. Justify her betrayal.

“Then you get out and think the world’s supposed to stop fo’ you. You get with this fine man and set him up. You’s ’a snake, he done put you up and set you up real nice, he placed the fucking world at yo’ feet and look what you do. Shi, it was my turn. I deserve to have that life. I deserve to be happy too”

I had to read between the lines but I got it, I caught on. It was about the money. The bitch did this all for the money. Spin was money and that’s what she wanted. Damn, but Vicky? Shit, I’d of never though. But it wasn’t even that serious. I had money and always put this bitch up, what I had she had. That wasn’t enough though. She wanted to be me, she wanted to walk in my shoes. I guess money really was the root of all evil.

“It’s my turn now Shi,” Vicky held up a finger with a small ring on it. “I’m wifey now bitch.”

“You done?” Spin asked. Vicky nodded with a smile. Spin looked at me, “What? Now yo’ ass got something to say?”

Oh, I shoe the fuck did.

I cleared my throat and said, “You ole-two-faced-good-fo’-nothin’-nasty-ass-hoe. I took a fucking murder case fo’ you. I always carried yo’ ass. I took care of you. Granted I might not have been there physically for a bit but bitch I was there…” Vicky’s look was menacing. “Your father raped me Vicky. I didn’t take shit. When I got back you had what I had plus mo’e. I…” I took a deep breath. I was fucking pissed, this ungrateful hoe ass bitch. “You know what? Fuck you! I don’t even need to waste my breath.”

Vicky smiled and Spin laughed a high pitched laugh. “Y’all bitches funny. I love seeing a bitch fight.”

Vicky bent over, leaned in close to my face and looked me in the eyes. She looked like she was searching for something, like there was something she wanted to say. She searched my eyes hard. I thought for a minute she was trying to send me a message but, I was wrong. That Vicky was gone or probably never existed. Her look and her evil smirk did not fit together.

I shoulda head butted the hoe.

“Die, slow!” she hissed in my face. I could smell her jasmine perfume.

As she was standing back up I hocked a loogie and spat in her face. Yeah, I know grimy, I know nasty. I’ma jerk, I know.

She clawed at her face to wipe the spit off.

“Oh shit!” Spin laughed.

Vicky screamed in anger and slapped the shit out of me. She hit me so damn hard I almost got whiplash. My cheeks were burning and yes, it was the same side I got hit on earlier. I shook my head trying to clear my head of all the little bright stars shooting around in there. I knew my face was through, probably swollen as hell. I hated being hit in the face.

I licked around in my mouth feeling the tingling sensation you get when you taste blood in there.

“You lucky I’m tied up, because I’d beat the brakes off yo’ ass,” I said staring at her.

She laughed out loud. “Shi, please,” she said rolling her eyes.

“I gotta see this,” Spin said laughing.

Vicky looked at him and then me. She was wearing black jeans, a black tee and some Tim’s. She sucked her teeth, stepped away from me and said, “Untie the bitch.”