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and my brain is begging for sleep. Maybe after I get some sleep I’ll be able to get my mouth to work and explain everything to these dumb people.
    â€œ Please. Please. If I don’t kill her, she’s going to kill me. Why don’t you people understand that?”
    The door to my room bursts open and three men in long white coats stroll in with their noses high in the air. Maybe they have been able to understand me after all and they’re coming to set me free. Another voice inside my head cackles at that thought. Nothing about these dudes reads understanding, freedom, or compassion.
    If anything, they are as dangerous to me as LeShelle.
    â€œ Get away from me,” I warn, but again the words tumbling out of my mouth don’t match those that are in my head.
    â€œCalm down, Ms. Murphy,” the one white doctor with pale blue eyes says. “No one here is going to hurt you.”
    â€œBullshit!”
    He jumps back as if I tried to bite him. Wait. Maybe I did. Fuck it. It serves his ass right. I don’t want to be up in this bitch anyway.
    The good doctor’s face flushes with embarrassment as he shares an awkward laugh with his white-coat friends. “All right. All right. Let’s take it down a notch,” he says, trying again. This time, when his hands come toward me, I jerk my face away.
    â€œA little help here,” he barks at his sidekicks.
    The next thing I know, multiple hands come at me. I bite at a couple of them, but in the end, they manage to hold my head straight while Mr. Blue Eyes flashes light into my eyes. The shit triggers a memory of LeShelle’s gun flashing....
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    â€œNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
    Profit jumped and wiggled around as bullet after bullet slammed into him. His face was filled with rage as he glared at LeShelle. If he could have reached her, he would have torn her apart limb by limb with his bare hands. At long last, there was an audible click when the evil bitch ran out of bullets. However, to everyone’s disbelief, Profit remained standing—but barely.
    â€œWhat the fuck?” one nigga marveled.
    The shit spooked the small crowd as they stared open-mouthed at Profit. Hope blossomed in my chest, but then died when Profit wobbled on his weakening legs. Blood streamed from his mouth.
    â€œProfit.” I took advantage of my shocked captors and scrambled out of their grasp. But by that time, my man dropped to his knees like a stone and his eyes slowly rolled toward mine.
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    The doctor removes the light from my eyes and the memory fades, but not before fresh tears roll from my eyes.
    â€œLet’s get her one more shot of Cogentin,” Dr. Blue Eyes says, pulling out a syringe from nowhere. The size of the needle gets my ass twitching even harder.
    The door bursts open again and Tracee rushes in looking like I felt. “What the fuck are you doin’?”
    Even in my state of mind, I am shocked to hear her use such language.
    â€œMrs. Douglas, we’re going to have to ask you step out of the room.”
    â€œNo! You told me that you wouldn’t give her any more drugs,” she shouts.
    â€œThis is for her own good,” he says, leveling her with a look of superiority.
    â€œNo!” Tracee wedges herself between him and the bed. “No more drugs! REGGIE!”
    Reggie walks into the room. His expression reads that he’d rather not be dragged into a dispute between the doctor and his wife.
    â€œReggie, tell him to put that damn thing away. They will not continue to dope her up.”
    The doctors shift their attention to Reggie.
    He hesitates.
    Tracee’s confidence fades. “ Honey, tell them!”
    After another beat of silence, her face collapses into disbelief. “ Reggie? ” Her voice is edged with a final warning.
    Reggie licks his lips and slides his hands into his pants pockets. “Tracee, baby. Maybe the doctors know what’s best for