Hooked On His Thuggish Ways, page 14
“Let me out of here,” I screamed so loud.
My throat was dry and all I wanted was for my brother to come and save me. I had no clue what time it was or what day it was. All I remember was Whoodie hitting me in the face with his gun.
“Somebody help me,” I yelled as the salty tears began to stream down my face, burning the gash that I didn’t even know that I had.
Tossing and turning, I was trying my best to wiggle out of whatever was tied around my wrists and my ankles.
“Let me out of here?” I screamed.
“Shut up you bitch,” the bitch that was hugged up with Whoodie at the party, entered the room and said.
I didn’t know how to feel seeing this. I didn’t know if I was supposed to be angry or if my heart was supposed to break.
“Why are you here?” I asked. I held my breath as I waited for her answer.
“Why do you think?” She waltzed her way inside of the room, with her long burgundy weave down her back and tight clothes on that would pop if she bent down the wrong way.
She filled the room with an evil laugh as she held a knife in one hand and a green apple in the other.
No lie, the sight of the apple made my stomach growl. I then realized that I hadn’t ate nothing.
“I’m here because my man wants me here. The question is, why does he still have you here?” She sliced a piece of the apple off then placed it into her mouth.
“I don’t want to be here. I want him to let me go,” I spat.
“Well bitch, you’re not going nowhere. He is going to kill you,” she taunted as an evil smirk appeared on her face.
My stomach dropped on hearing her words. Whoodie loved me, he would never want to kill me. If anything, he was just upset that I pointed a gun at him.
“Whoodie wouldn’t kill me. He loves me, you stupid bitch,” I roared, and she laughed in my face and spit the peel of the apple on me.
“You lucky I can’t get up or I would whoop your ass.” I grew frustrated because she was trying me. She knew that if I was free, it would be none of this disrespectful shit.
I was already filled with so much anger and hurt that I was bound to rip her fucking head off. The fact that I was tied up here after being hit in the face by the person that I loved hurt, but what pained me was the fact that Whoodie didn’t believe me when I told him Sims raped me. That was the shit that truly hurt me to my core and to add insult to injury, this bitch was in front of me, claiming the nigga that was mine.
“He’s going to kill you because your fine ass brother killed his people,” she stated.
“What?” I looked at her like she was stupid as I used what little energy I had to get up, even though it was a struggle. What in the fuck did she mean my brother killed his people? That couldn’t be true. There was no way in hell.
“Oh, so you didn’t know?” she asked as she squatted down in front of me.
“Poor little girl didn’t know. Well, your brother killed his people and he wants revenge. I hate to break it to you, but he doesn’t want you. The only reason why he even took you back at the party was so that he could go through with his little plan. So count your days, bitch,” she spat, and all I could do was look at her.
I looked at her with such a mug on my face, that I knew she felt the anger that was burning inside of me.
Tilting my head back, I used all my might and head butted her, causing the knife to fly on top of the bed and the apple to fall on the floor.
While the bitch was on her back holding her head, I quickly inched my way to the knife and positioned myself in the bed in order for me to grab it. Once I had it in my hands, I was crying and struggling to cut the piece of string that was tied around my wrists. I just knew that I wasn’t going to be able to slice through in time.
Ugh. I exhaled once I felt the string fall off. With panic, I looked to my left and she was still down there holding her face as blood leaked out. I quickly used the knife and sawed at the string that was tied around my ankles.
Finally, I had cut it off of me. Jumping to my feet, I went over to the girl and grabbed her by her hair.
“Don’t you ever disrespect me, you bitch.” I kicked her in the face causing her head to hit the floor and bounce up off the wooden floor as it made a big thud sound as it collided back against it.
I was now out of breath and my heart was racing as I looked around the room. I knew that the chick wouldn’t be waking up no time soon, so I went over to the window and peeked out to see if I could see anybody’s car outside.
Seeing that no car was outside, I went over to the door and eased it open slowly. I tiptoed out of the door, praying that the wooden floor wouldn’t make a creaking sound.
I took a run for it. I ran down the stairs and I was right at the door when I was grabbed up and tossed to the floor.
“Where the fuck do you think you going?” Sims asked as he held onto his bandaged arm that I had shot him in.
“I just want to go home Sims. Please let me go,” I begged him as he looked down at me with so much hate in his eyes.
“Why should I let you do that?” he spat.
“Because if you do, I won’t tell my brother what you did. You know he will find me and when he does, I will make sure that your name isn’t tied to this,” I pleaded with him.
I was trying to negotiate with him. I knew that he was the weak one out of him and Whoodie. I also knew that he was jealous of Whoodie so I was about to use that to my advantage with hopes that he would let me go.
“Come on Sims, just let me go and I will tell my brother where to find Whoodie then you can take over. Please,” I cried hard as I begged him to let me go.
“I can’t, I’m sorry ma.” He mugged me as he stormed towards me and yanked me off of the ground.
Remembering that I had the knife on me, when he yanked me up, I pulled it from the back of me and stabbed him right in the neck. Yanking it back out, I watched as blood began to squirt everywhere.
My eyes were now wide open and I began to panic. I didn’t know if I had killed him but I wasn’t staying to watch. Dropping the knife, I ran out of the front door. I didn’t know where I was going but all I knew was that I needed to get as far away as I could from there.
With tears running down my eyes, I ran so fast out of their house. Looking back to make sure nobody was coming after me, I ran out into the road without looking.
BEEP! BEEP!
Stopping like a deer looking into headlights, I looked at the car in front of me as he came full speed in my direction. It was like I was frozen and even though I was trying to move my feet, I wasn’t fast enough.
BAM!
TO BE CONTINUED……..
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