Knock…Knock… Knock… “Hold on I’m coming!” Monique yelled from inside the house. “Hey girl! Who car you driving now bitch?” Monique joked when she opened the door.
“Oh, that aint nothing but a crack rental. You know how I do.”
“Yeah, it looks like one too.” Monique laughed as she closed the door.
“As long as it gets me from A to B, I don’t give a fuck what it looks like.”
“I know that’s real girl. I’m glad you came over though. It’s boring as shit out here by myself. What you been doing today?”
“Not shit girl. Trying to make a dollar outta fifteen cents. Shit girl, get us something to smoke. I’m tired and I’m trying to get high!”
“Girl you know I’m pregnant! Banks would skin my ass alive if he knew I smoked something.”
“Bitch please! What is you? Five six weeks? That shit aint gone hurt nothing. If anything, it’ll make his, or her lil ass smarter. What Banks don’t know won’t hurt him. Some shit we gotta keep between just as girls. Shit, what the hell does he think you suppose to do out here in the boonies?”
“I know that’s right. Fuck it. One blunt won’t hurt nothing.” Monique grinned as she dashed over to the closet, opened it and then bent down to enter the safes combination. BOOM!!! The sound of the 40 Caliber exploded inside my ears as the impact of its hollow tipped bullet threw Monique halfway across the room! “Ahhhggh! Keisha! Oh, my god, you shot me!” Monique screamed as her face filled with tears and confusion, gripping her leg with both hands as she tried desperately to stop the blinding pain and the continuous flow of blood that seeped through her fingers!
“You stole my man Nique! My soulmate!” I screamed right back at her as my face filled with tears and emotion of my own. The hand I held the gun with shook so badly, I had to hold my wrist with the other, just to keep my aim steady.
“Your man! Oh god, you’re crazy! Ahhhhh!” Monique’s screams of pain became increasingly louder as the blood continued to flow from her thigh wound.
“I’m not crazy! I just can’t let you have his baby Nique! Can’t you see that?! He’s my soulmate Nique!” My tears ran so rampant now, it was becoming hard for me to even see!
“Oh god call an ambulance! It hurts! AAAHHH!” Monique continued to squeeze her leg while rocking back and forth in obvious pain.
“I know girl. I love you Nique. I’m sorry girl.” I told her truthfully as I pointed the gun where I thought the baby may be growing, and blew a baseball sized hole through Moniques stomach! The kick from the large gun, staggered me back a couple of feet. Catching my footing and righting myself, I stepped back up, watching the last bit of life escape from Monique’s eyes, as her facial expression seemed to stare up at me in eternal disbelief. The blood. There was so much blood. The sight and smell of it, mixed with Monique staring guiltily up at me, almost caused me to vomit. I held that shit down though. I’d sat and watched too many late - night episodes of CSI, to not know that vomiting on that carpet would only lead to one of two things. Life in prison, or Death Row. You know, DNA and all that good shit. My friend is gone. I thought as I looked down at her one last time. But what’s done is done. I can’t bring her back, and she brought it on herself. Tucking the heavy pistol back into the waistband of my DKNY jeans, I snatched the Kroger’s shopping bag and winter gloves outta my coat pocket, slid the gloves on and dashed to the closet, filling the shopping bag with all the contents of the safe. The bag was a lot heavier than I’d expected it to be. Feeling as if backed into a corner, I’d bet all my chips, on Monique
having to go to the safe for the weed I’d suggested we burn. If she’d have said no to smoking, then I may have had to result to just killing her and leaving. Being able to empty the safe, worked out beautifully, just like I’d planned. Create a robbery theory. Her first mistake was absent mindedly showing me where the safe was. On that previous day, I’d come by to scoop her up so we could go to a cookout, and she’d finally let me inside, which she’d never done in the past. I only made it to right inside the door though.
“You got some weed? I aint smoking though.” Monique had yelled over her shoulder as she ran down the hall to retrieve her Coach bag.
“Nah girl. I sold my last quarter about thirty minutes ago. I’m waiting on Jay to hit me back so I can cop some more. I got some powder.” I told her with a sly grin.
“Bitch please. Aint nothing.” Monique seemed annoyed as she opened the closet door and went to the safe for some exotic. Right then and there, my plan started to materialize.
Scared outta my fuckin mind now, as the realization of what I’d just done started to sink in, I knew I couldn’t nutt up now, and that I needed to get the hell up outta there! Quick! I wasn’t really worried about anybody having heard the gunshot because the houses were so far apart. Neither was I worried about fingerprints, because like I said, the first time I’d been inside the house, I’d only stood at the front door. This time, I’d sat on the couch with my hands in my lap. Now I was wearing gloves. Base one was covered. I hoped. I knew that if Banks ever found out what I’d done, no matter how much I told him I loved him, I was one dead bitch! But fuck it. That was a risk I’d just have to take. Speeding past Monique’s dead body into the kitchen, I lifted the window, pushed out the screen and dropped the bag to the ground. Following suit, I climbed up in the window, jumped to the ground and nearly broke my fucking ankle! “Ouch!” I yelled before standing shakily to my feet, pulling down the window and re applying the screen. Nervous, sweating, and crying, I limped back to the front of the house. Climbing the front porch steps, I looked around once more to make sure the coast was clear. Reaching back with my one good foot and giving it everything I had left in me, I “crackhead kicked” in the front door, hopped back to my rock rental, and hauled my lovesick ass up outta there.