he had a good grip, then yanked my head to the side. He was obviously getting tired of my sarcasm, but I thought it was funny how pissed off he was.
“Listen bitch, I’m gonna ask you one more time what the fuck you told that doctor about me. She seems to think that I killed Los, but more than that she told me that you admitted to killin’ Carlie.”
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. There was no way Dr. Ju would’ve known about Carlie, so I really must’ve been talking too much. I hated that I couldn’t remember exactly what I said. Me hackling Rich was no longer funny. The look in his eyes told me that he was ready for war and that it was only a matter of time before he would send me to my creator. Nobody fucked with a snitch. Even more than that, if he really knew that I’d killed the baby, I would definitely never make it out of this hospital alive. Suddenly, I was nervous about what I’d revealed.
“I didn’t tell her anything like that!” I yelled in defense mode. “You’re tripping.”
“Well, how the fuck does she know about the warehouse? If you told her all that, then why shouldn’t I believe that you killed my daughter?”
“You and Dr. Ju are making shit up. Why would I kill my own daughter? Carlie died of SIDS. And why would I incriminate myself by telling her about Carlos?”
“Bitch, because you’re crazy, that’s why.”
“I’m not crazy! Stop saying that!”
If I had a knife I would’ve stabbed his ass right in this chest for calling me that.
“How does she know about the warehouse?” Rich repeated.
“I don’t know, they…they drugged me up.”
“So, you’re admittin’ it?”
I shook my head back and forth. “No, I didn’t say that.”
At that moment, Rich let go of my hair, but grabbed one of the pillows from behind me and attempted to place it over my face. If it wasn’t for the terrifying scream I let out, he probably would’ve suffocated me without a second thought.
“Get the hell out of my room. You need to be in here, not me!” I belted.
“You’re gonna pay for killin’ my daughter and runnin’ your fuckin’ mouth.”
“So, now you’re threatening me.”
“No, that’s a promise. I’ve given you way too many passes. You should’ve paid for what you did to Denie a long time ago,” Rich stated. “Consider yourself lucky to be breathin’ op w.”
All of a sudden my fear turned into bravery. “Rich, tell me what the fuck I have to live for anyway? If you kill me, who’s gonna come to my funeral. Nigga, just do what you gotta do.”
Just before he was about to respond, Dr. Ju walked in.
“Oh, hello Mr. Sanchez. Mrs. Carter stopped by before she left to let me know that you were here. I didn’t know you were coming so soon. Are you ready to sign those papers?”
Rich quickly dropped the pillow. “I sure am.”
“Wait, what papers? He’s not even my husband anymore. He shouldn’t even be talking to you!” I yelled.
“Dr. Ju, do you think I could ever sign Lisa out on a day pass or somethin’? Her birthday is comin’ up, so I wanna celebrate like we used to,” Rich said.
I hoped Dr. Ju could see the devious smile plastered across his face.
“He’s lying. He just wants me out of here so he can kill me!” I roared.
“Lisa, please. Stop makin’ up lies. Dr. Ju is on to you by now,” Rich spoke as he ushered Dr. Ju out of the room.
As soon as they left, I knew I was on borrowed time now. There was no way Rich was gonna believe me now. It was a matter of time before he sent me to heaven with my son.
Chapter 8 Marisol
I made my way to the wine cellar and grabbed me something nice to calm my nerves. Normally, my dining room was only used for special occasions, but if things went as I hoped they would, this was certainly gonna be a night to remember. Popping open a bottle of white wine called Freaky Muscato , that my St. Louis partner sent me, I played with my mother of pearl .380 pistol I’d named,
“Listen bitch, I’m gonna ask you one more time what the fuck you told that doctor about me. She seems to think that I killed Los, but more than that she told me that you admitted to killin’ Carlie.”
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. There was no way Dr. Ju would’ve known about Carlie, so I really must’ve been talking too much. I hated that I couldn’t remember exactly what I said. Me hackling Rich was no longer funny. The look in his eyes told me that he was ready for war and that it was only a matter of time before he would send me to my creator. Nobody fucked with a snitch. Even more than that, if he really knew that I’d killed the baby, I would definitely never make it out of this hospital alive. Suddenly, I was nervous about what I’d revealed.
“I didn’t tell her anything like that!” I yelled in defense mode. “You’re tripping.”
“Well, how the fuck does she know about the warehouse? If you told her all that, then why shouldn’t I believe that you killed my daughter?”
“You and Dr. Ju are making shit up. Why would I kill my own daughter? Carlie died of SIDS. And why would I incriminate myself by telling her about Carlos?”
“Bitch, because you’re crazy, that’s why.”
“I’m not crazy! Stop saying that!”
If I had a knife I would’ve stabbed his ass right in this chest for calling me that.
“How does she know about the warehouse?” Rich repeated.
“I don’t know, they…they drugged me up.”
“So, you’re admittin’ it?”
I shook my head back and forth. “No, I didn’t say that.”
At that moment, Rich let go of my hair, but grabbed one of the pillows from behind me and attempted to place it over my face. If it wasn’t for the terrifying scream I let out, he probably would’ve suffocated me without a second thought.
“Get the hell out of my room. You need to be in here, not me!” I belted.
“You’re gonna pay for killin’ my daughter and runnin’ your fuckin’ mouth.”
“So, now you’re threatening me.”
“No, that’s a promise. I’ve given you way too many passes. You should’ve paid for what you did to Denie a long time ago,” Rich stated. “Consider yourself lucky to be breathin’ op w.”
All of a sudden my fear turned into bravery. “Rich, tell me what the fuck I have to live for anyway? If you kill me, who’s gonna come to my funeral. Nigga, just do what you gotta do.”
Just before he was about to respond, Dr. Ju walked in.
“Oh, hello Mr. Sanchez. Mrs. Carter stopped by before she left to let me know that you were here. I didn’t know you were coming so soon. Are you ready to sign those papers?”
Rich quickly dropped the pillow. “I sure am.”
“Wait, what papers? He’s not even my husband anymore. He shouldn’t even be talking to you!” I yelled.
“Dr. Ju, do you think I could ever sign Lisa out on a day pass or somethin’? Her birthday is comin’ up, so I wanna celebrate like we used to,” Rich said.
I hoped Dr. Ju could see the devious smile plastered across his face.
“He’s lying. He just wants me out of here so he can kill me!” I roared.
“Lisa, please. Stop makin’ up lies. Dr. Ju is on to you by now,” Rich spoke as he ushered Dr. Ju out of the room.
As soon as they left, I knew I was on borrowed time now. There was no way Rich was gonna believe me now. It was a matter of time before he sent me to heaven with my son.
Chapter 8 Marisol
I made my way to the wine cellar and grabbed me something nice to calm my nerves. Normally, my dining room was only used for special occasions, but if things went as I hoped they would, this was certainly gonna be a night to remember. Popping open a bottle of white wine called Freaky Muscato , that my St. Louis partner sent me, I played with my mother of pearl .380 pistol I’d named,
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