woman who knows her rapist, her expression immediately changed to terror.
Without warning he back handed the elderly woman to the ground and her blue knit hat flew off exposing her long beautiful gray hair. Then he choked her in the middle of the yard with witnesses watching.
“Where your son, bitch?!” he yelled, manhandling her.
“I…don’t know where he is! What’s wrong?”
“Then where is that fuckin’ nephew of yours?!” He continued, maintaining the hold.
“Please…you’re hurting me,” she said softly. Her voice was growing faint.
I looked at the driver who shook his head in disgust and then focused back on Jarvis. His nephew who had seen enough horror for the day lie quietly in the back seat.
“Well you make sure you tell both of them this. If they don’t have my money by tomorrow night, I’ma come back here and beat your ass everyday ‘til my debt is paid. You hear me?” He smacked her again. Blood escaped her cut lips. “You betta make sure you tell em! Every fuckin’ day!”
He released his hold and rummaged through her pockets. He smiled when he found a little cash. Afterwards he grabbed two pieces of fruit from the bag. A few of the neighborhood dealers looked at him with hate but not one of them helped her out.
“What? Ya’ll want some of me too?” he asked with his arms raised. The yard fell silent. “I said do anyone of you mothafuckas want it wit’ me?!” He pointed to himself. Silence. “I run New York and everybody in it! Nobody fucks wit’ me or my money!”
Prangsta stayed by his side while he ranted and raved. And when Jarvis was done, he said something to Prangsta and he came back to get the kid. Together, they walked off.
Once back inside the car Jarvis’ face was still distorted until he closed the door and looked at me. He must’ve told Prangsta to roll and take his nephew with him.
“Take me back to my crib,” he told the driver before looking at me. “Hungry?”
I nodded yes.
“Doby, take us to Manhattan instead. My lady hungry back here.” He handed me one of the two apples he’d taken from the old woman. “You my lady right?” he asked stroking my leg harder. His question was odd and childlike but I had become aware of his weaknesses. Women.
“I don’t know…what you gonna do to convince me to be your lady? I mean, you hardly even know me.”
“All you need to know is this…I run New York and everybody in it. And if you by my side, you can have whateva you want. Can you handle that?”
“I can handle it.”
“You gonna be happy you said that,” he winked. “You gonna spend the rest of your life with me.” The rest of my life? I thought. Why not ours ? Everything in me told me I should leave, and cut him off but I couldn’t. He was a total stranger who committed enough crimes in front of me today to get him life. He wasn’t stable. He wasn’t normal. Yet I found him interesting and couldn’t leave.
“We’ll see,” I told him. “We’ll see.”
And when I looked away from him to glance through my window, I saw that same car that had been sitting outside of the hotel earlier wit’ the same man inside. I was so nervous my stomach began to churn. I looked away. Looked back. And he was gone.
Who was he?!
Monday, 9:33 pm
****
Just cuz my actions are slow don’t mean I ain’t quick.
-Kelsi
When Kyope and his crew got in, I took a deep breath and sat back into the old wooden chair. The two loud mouth niggas on my left were drowned out. And the music which at first kept me company, I could no longer hear. I was enveloped in silence. Unconsciously…I grabbed the glass which held the remnants of my drink and slid it back and forth on the table. I had to do somethin’. Because what I really wanted to do was wrap my hands ‘round Kyope’s throat. But everything in time. My time.
I couldn’t believe after all the months of plannin’, shit was finally gettin’ ready to pop off. The club was jumpin’ as usual. Niggas
Without warning he back handed the elderly woman to the ground and her blue knit hat flew off exposing her long beautiful gray hair. Then he choked her in the middle of the yard with witnesses watching.
“Where your son, bitch?!” he yelled, manhandling her.
“I…don’t know where he is! What’s wrong?”
“Then where is that fuckin’ nephew of yours?!” He continued, maintaining the hold.
“Please…you’re hurting me,” she said softly. Her voice was growing faint.
I looked at the driver who shook his head in disgust and then focused back on Jarvis. His nephew who had seen enough horror for the day lie quietly in the back seat.
“Well you make sure you tell both of them this. If they don’t have my money by tomorrow night, I’ma come back here and beat your ass everyday ‘til my debt is paid. You hear me?” He smacked her again. Blood escaped her cut lips. “You betta make sure you tell em! Every fuckin’ day!”
He released his hold and rummaged through her pockets. He smiled when he found a little cash. Afterwards he grabbed two pieces of fruit from the bag. A few of the neighborhood dealers looked at him with hate but not one of them helped her out.
“What? Ya’ll want some of me too?” he asked with his arms raised. The yard fell silent. “I said do anyone of you mothafuckas want it wit’ me?!” He pointed to himself. Silence. “I run New York and everybody in it! Nobody fucks wit’ me or my money!”
Prangsta stayed by his side while he ranted and raved. And when Jarvis was done, he said something to Prangsta and he came back to get the kid. Together, they walked off.
Once back inside the car Jarvis’ face was still distorted until he closed the door and looked at me. He must’ve told Prangsta to roll and take his nephew with him.
“Take me back to my crib,” he told the driver before looking at me. “Hungry?”
I nodded yes.
“Doby, take us to Manhattan instead. My lady hungry back here.” He handed me one of the two apples he’d taken from the old woman. “You my lady right?” he asked stroking my leg harder. His question was odd and childlike but I had become aware of his weaknesses. Women.
“I don’t know…what you gonna do to convince me to be your lady? I mean, you hardly even know me.”
“All you need to know is this…I run New York and everybody in it. And if you by my side, you can have whateva you want. Can you handle that?”
“I can handle it.”
“You gonna be happy you said that,” he winked. “You gonna spend the rest of your life with me.” The rest of my life? I thought. Why not ours ? Everything in me told me I should leave, and cut him off but I couldn’t. He was a total stranger who committed enough crimes in front of me today to get him life. He wasn’t stable. He wasn’t normal. Yet I found him interesting and couldn’t leave.
“We’ll see,” I told him. “We’ll see.”
And when I looked away from him to glance through my window, I saw that same car that had been sitting outside of the hotel earlier wit’ the same man inside. I was so nervous my stomach began to churn. I looked away. Looked back. And he was gone.
Who was he?!
Monday, 9:33 pm
****
Just cuz my actions are slow don’t mean I ain’t quick.
-Kelsi
When Kyope and his crew got in, I took a deep breath and sat back into the old wooden chair. The two loud mouth niggas on my left were drowned out. And the music which at first kept me company, I could no longer hear. I was enveloped in silence. Unconsciously…I grabbed the glass which held the remnants of my drink and slid it back and forth on the table. I had to do somethin’. Because what I really wanted to do was wrap my hands ‘round Kyope’s throat. But everything in time. My time.
I couldn’t believe after all the months of plannin’, shit was finally gettin’ ready to pop off. The club was jumpin’ as usual. Niggas
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