this song is so good.
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Q Grey
As soon as I spotted Eli's car, I went for it and opened the passengers seat. Then I closed it behind me. He stared into space not even acknowledging me. Then he broke down out of NOWHERE.
"O- one minute. We were driving. Chillin. Straight vibin. Next minute she start doin C and I'm thinking shit sweet. Cause she always doin C, right? But then she started acting weird and slurring ha words. Foaming at the mouth and shit. When I tell you she threw up EVERYWHERE Q, the back seat was covered in nun but ha vomit. She started drownin in her own shit. I almost threw up too. Then she mumbled two words. 'Hi mommy.' And from there she was unresponsive. Not breathing and there was no pulse." He rambled, talking a mile a minute.
I was confused until I looked in the back seat of the car. There she was. Salima's seemingly lifeless body, sprawled across the back seat. Mouth wide open and eyes half closed.
I seen dead bodies before. Hella times. But this shit was ungodly. Her face was already turning blue and the blood vessels in her face had already bursted. It was only a matter of time before she bloated and every last liquid pooled to the top of her face.
"Well fuck..." I huffed.
"She's dead bro. I think she overdosed." He panicked.
"How long was she like this for?" I questioned.
"I- I don't know. I just figured she fell asleep after she said 'Hi mommy.' When I pulled up to the party, I tried to wake her up but she'd been dead already."
"Well how long ago did she say 'Hi mommy?'" I questioned, reaching in the backseat to check her pulse one more time. She was fasho dead.
"Ion know...like 2 hours ago." He answered. "What are we gone do Q! Usually when we deal with a dead body, we just leave it. It be some meaningless ass street nigga who ain't have no family. But this girl...she come from sum. She got people who want her back home. She got a rich ass daddy who could find us. Since we sold ha the drugs. I ain't goin out like this."
"WELL NIGGA. I HOPE YOU THINK NEXT TIME YOU ACCEPT A MONEY OFFER FROM A COMPLETE FUCKIN STRANGER." I yelled. 'NOW LOOK WHERE YA IMPULSIVE ASS GOT US."
"THIS AIN'T THE TIME TO BE POINTING OUT MY FAULTS. I GET IT, I WAS WRONG. BUT LET'S NOT PRETEND YOU AIN'T HAVE AS MUCH TO DO WITH THIS AS I DID." He yelled back. "WE NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WE FINNA DO!"
"HOLD ON. JUST LET ME- LET ME THINK!"
All this screaming was giving me a headache. I couldn't even think. My surroundings were too loud and the smell of Salima's throw up was so pungent right now...
"Aight. I have an idea...but it might be a shot inna dark. Turn on ya GPS and follow me in Jen's car. I'll drive yours. You drive hers."
Following my orders, Eli turned on his GPS and hopped out of the drivers seat.
Walking around, I hopped into the drivers seat and opened up a window.
"Where we goin?" He questioned.
"Don't worry bout it. Here just...take Jen's keys. Her car is 'parked' at the end of the street. I'll circle around and cut through the trees so I could avoid traffic. Just meet me at the end of the street and we'll go from there."
"Aight." He huffed, taking the keys and damn there running down the block.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. What I would do for a blunt right now. Or some head. Just to relax my mind.
Putting Eli's keys in ignition, I put in the address to a church I saw on my way here. It was closed but we had a shot. I had an idea and it just might work.
***
We'd finally been on the main roads and the church was about 15 minutes away from us. Eli followed behind me and the rain had finally stopped. It was nothing but quiet. I mean...other than Salima's natural gasses and shit expelling from her dead body, it was quiet.
Eli was gone have to throw this car away. I'll tell you that much.
I swear I ain't never been in a situation like this. Never had to hide a body. Never had to cover up nothing. I always got off scott free. But this situation was different. Salima was an actual person.
She was known. And she had real thoughts and feelings. I was almost sad her life ended like this. With two niggas feeding into her addiction, ultimately causing her death. She was a crack head, an airhead, an over privileged white bitch, but she ain't deserve none of this.
She had a life ahead of her. She could have stopped the drugs and got some help. She could've found the right nigga. Maybe pop out a few kids. But it was all too late for that. She was gone.
That's how life worked apparently. And it was sad to see.
That's why I was gone take what Jen said into full affect after this. I was gone control my future after we paid back Shoota. I was gone make moves to have the life I wanted to have. The drug dealin had it's moments but...it wunt who I was deep down. At all.
Taking a deep breath, Eli and I finally reached the church. We pulled into the back where the parking lot had been and parked both cars. Then we got to helping Salima out the back seat.
"What typa church open at night?" Eli chuckled, whilst hoisting her dead body out of the seat.
"Nigga...I don't know. Do you have her phone and wallet?" I questioned.
"First thing I grabbed." He answered.
"Aight. Then let's go." I responded. "We gotta be quick and make sure nobody sees us."
"Copy. But you still ain't tell me what we was gone do."
Taking a deep breath, I began to explain the plan. "Listen. It might sound crazy but...I feel like we got a shot at this. We leave shawty in one of aisles in a praying position. We'll leave her phone and ID with her AFTER we deleted our numbers out her phone and call log. Then leave a bag of C. Cops will think she came here to overdose on purpose, rule it as a suicide. Me and you off the hook and can go back to NOT PICKING UP RANDOM BITCHES FROM CLUBS."
"Okay. I like the plan. And...I'm with you. No more bitches." He nodded as we entered through the back of the church.
Thankfully nobody had been in here. It was quiet as fuck and the sanctuary had been empty. Not counting the little homeless girl praying at the front.
"Fuck." I whispered.
Eli gave me the same look and I knew he was thinking what I was thinking.
"Slide the lil girl a stack or two and get her out the church. I'll set Salima up at one of the pews."
"On it." I nodded, letting go of Salima and walking quietly to the little girl praying.
"Hey..." I spoke, sitting down next to her.
She gasped, a little scared by me.
"Wh- who are you?" She panicked.
I watched Eli behind me, setting Salima up. If this little girl turned around and saw him, there was no way she wasn't going to the cops.
Pulling two grand from my pocket, I counted it in front of her. Her eyes widened as I flashed the money.
"Don't worry bout it. Just know ya starving days finna be over. Take this to ya family and...spend it wisely." I nodded, watching Eli carefully.
Her face lit up as she took the money. A smile spread across her face as she looked up and thanked God before she did me. Then without even acknowledging Eli, she ran out them church doors with some pep in ha step.
And now I was down two G's. I was finna give that to Pri fa not making it to ha party on time. But here we were.
"Okay!" Eli whispered. "How she look?"
Eyeing Salima one last time before we said goodbye, I couldn't help but feel some kinda way. The way she actually looked like she was prayin looked too real. The C was spread across the surface of the pews perfectly and it looked way too believable not to work.
Her phone and ID had been beside her placed as if she dropped them. Then I nodded my head, turning towards Eli.
"She looks...good. We could go now." I answered.
It was like something inside me broke. It wasn't the fact that I liked Salima. It was just that...I had compassion for people sometimes. Call me soft but...I felt bad.
"Where we headed to now?" He questioned.
"I'm finna stop home and shower again. Change my outfit and head back out to my girls party. You can make ya way back home and worry bout that dead body, shit and vomit smell you got in yo car."
"Q...I can't go home after this. I'm goin with you." He said.
"What?"
***
Capri Martin
I never felt this helpless before in my life. No matter how much I tried to scream and cry for help, no one heard me. And I felt like I was close to giving up. But I kept fighting. I kept squirming and trying to wriggle out of this boys grasp.
I had enough strength to spit in his face, but that didn't stop it. He liked it with his sick and twisted ass. I couldn't believe I was with his boy in the first place. Made me wonder how many other girls he could've done this to.
But God must have been answering my prayers because before Micah could take my clothes off, someone came bursting into the room.
"THERE THEY GO! SEE. I FUCKIN TOLD Y'ALL!" She shouted. Sounded a lot like...Nisi.
"CAPRI OH MY GOD. MICAH GET OFF OF HER!" Sam shouted.
I could see everyone, pulling him off of me. Jay, Sonny, Nisi, Sam, AND Zillah. I felt saved. I felt relieved. But I also felt angry. Angry I had to go through that in the first place. Angry no one was around to help me sooner. Angry that I wasn't more careful with my drinking and got sloppy.
I couldn't help but burst into tears as they dragged Micah away. "I think he put something in my drink."
Sam ran over to the bed, holding me tight. "I'm so sorry Pri." She cried. "Let's get you out of here."
"NO I'm good. Just get me some water and let me whoop Micah's ASS." I cried, wiping my tears as Sam stood me up.
"Capri you need to go home NOW."
"NO! SAM I'M GOOD. LET ME FUCK THAT NIGGA UP. OR AT LEAST WATCH SOMEONE ELSE DO IT FOR ME." I bellowed, trying to walk on my own but falling to the ground.
Picking me back up off the floor, Sam guided me downstairs and out of the house. "NO!"
"Sonny take her home." She sighed.
"I can't drive Sam. I'm just as fucked up as you are."
"CAN ANYBODY TAKE HER HOME?" Sam shouted.
I watched as people from inside, came outside to watch this circus of a show. I couldn't have been anymore embarrassed.
"I DON'T GET THIS SHIT MICAH." Nisi yelled, storming out of the house with him.
Pushing his drunk ass to the ground, everyone crowded around to watch what was going on. "YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME, BUT I STILL FIND YOU WITH OTHER GIRLS. SO I MUST BE CARRYING YOUR CHILD FA NOTHING HUH? THAT'S RIGHT Y'ALL. MICAH SINCLAIR GOT ME PREGNANT. I AM IN MY FIRST TRIMESTER THANKS TO THIS FUCK NIGGA WHO WANTS TO CHEAT AND ATTEMPT TO FUCK HIS EX AGAIN." Nisi bellowed.
I covered my mouth in shock watching as she cleared this nigga.
Standing up, Micah finally fixed his lips to speak. "WE WAS NEVA TOGETHER. YOU A DELUSIONAL ASS BITCH. AND I TOLD YO ASS TO ABORT THAT SHIT."
"I'M KEEPING THIS BABY."
"Oh this is ghetto." Sam commented.
Real ghetto.
"ABORT IT!"
"NOOOOOOO!" Nisi shouted, jawing him right in the face.
I knew if I didn't get the chance to, someone would. I hated the bitch but I was lowkey cheering ha on.
The crowd had the same reaction as me. Laughing and recording this shit so it could all go on FaceBook later tonight.
And right in the NICK OF TIME, a car that looked very similar to Q's aunts pulled up. Real smoothly too. I watched as he hopped out of the car alongside some tall dude. He kind of resembled him so I could only assume this had been the infamous...Elijah Grey.
As Q and Eli walked up to the situation, I could see the confusion written on their faces.
Sam was the first one to approach Q.
"NIGGA YOU HAD ONE JOB." She exclaimed.
"Fuck out my face with that. I was busy." He huffed, looking over at me.
"The fuck wrong with ha?"
"If you was here sooner, you would know Micah slipped something into her drink and tried to fuck her unco-"
Pushing past both me and Samaria, Q cut through the circle that surrounded Micah and Nisi. Then we all watched as Q pounded Micah into the ground. No hesitation. Just blow after blow.
"YEAH QUENTIN!" Nisi cheered. "FUCK HIM UP! FUCK MY BABY DADDY FORREAL."
Eli was tryna pull Q off of Micah but Q had blacked out. There was no stopping him now.
Just then Cole, ran out of the house pulling his pants up and buckling his belt back together.
"PRI!" He shouted.
Sam raised her hand, signaling that I was over here. Then he ran towards us, watching Q fuck Micah up.
"THE FUCK GOING ON?"
"Micah tried to force himself on Pri and-"
Before Sam could even FINISH, Cole cut through the crowd joining Q and fucking Micah up too. Shit was crazy. This couldn't have gotten any worse. There was no way it could have. Everything was happening so fast though...there was a possibility that it could.
"CLEAR THE FUCKIN AREA." Q shouted with fire in his eyes.
This wasn't the time or place but...that was really hot.
"Y'ALL HEARD ME. CLEAR THE FUCKIN AREA. GO BACK INSIDE."
Taking me away, Sam and I followed the crowd back inside of the house. But I couldn't help what was about to go on now.
***
Q Grey
I swear I just wanted to have a good day. That's all I wanted. But apparently that was too much to ask for. From dealing with my uncle to covering up a death and leaving no traces of me or Eli ever knowing her, this had to be the worse part of my day.
My girls ex nigga tryna fuck ha unconscious. I just had to beat his ass one good time. But he had more coming fa that ass. Both me and Cole beat that nigga just enough so that he was hurt but still awake for what I had planned next.
I swore I couldn't have one normal day.
"Aight. Eli...go inside...check on Capri." I grumbled. "Cole you too..."
"Nigga nah. She my sister. Whatever you finna do next, I'm bouta tag along."
Taking my gun from my waist band, I pulled it out and cocked it back. "Youn wanna tag along."
Widening his eyes, Cole took that as queue to leave. And Eli mindlessly made his way into the party with not a clue about what was going on.
Once they were gone and the door was closed, I stared back down at Micah.
"Oh so you gone kill me now?" He questioned, spitting blood and tooth out on the ground. Like on some movie shit for real.
"I ain't no bitch. I'm not finna kill a nigga. But that don't mean I don't want to." I sighed, squatting over his body.
Dragging my gun up his chest and to the middle of his head, I thought I'd scare him a lil bit.
"So you like puttin shit in people drinks and fuckin em unconscious, huh?" I questioned.
"It was only a small dosage. She'll be back to normal in 25 minutes tops. Maybe less." He explained.
"So you admit it?"
"Yeah. The fuck are you gonna do about it anyways nigga? You ain't finna kill me and you already fucked me up. What else you gone do? I could have you arrested you know?"
"And I could tell the school you roofied my shawty and have you kicked off the team and expelled. Say bye to yo funky ass scholarship." I chuckled.
"That's cool cause I could say you sold me the shit. Along with all the other people you ever sold to mista drug deala." He smiled with bloody teeth.
Not gone lie...he had me there. But I could see I was gone have to take this further.
With no hesitation, I shot him right in the ankle. He could say bye to that football career now I guess. His whole life was fucked.
"AHHHHHHHH FUCK!" He screamed, holding the wound.
And the funny thing was, no one could hear him. The music on the inside of the house was too loud to hear anything.
"You tell ANYBODY what I did, I'll blow ya brains out. Including everyone you love. I promise to God."
"Okay, okay." He cried, holding his foot.
"Now I suggest you hop over to yo fuck ass car and drive off like nothin happened. Tell niggas you stepped on glass when you go to the hospital tomorrow morning okay?"
Nodding his head, he used all his might to stand up. Then he did as I said, hopping all the way to his car and pulling off from in front of this party.
Now to deal with Pri.
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