Looking out the tinted window, Anthony watched as a curvy darkskin women made her way up the stairs of her apartment. She struggled with a few grocery bags and looked to be in desperate need of assistance. She looked young for her age with her finger waves that were colored a bold shade of red. The lack of wrinkles she had shocked anyone when she let her age be known.
Anthony emerged from the car not making to much noise in the dark streets. He shut his door before making his way towards her. He didn't want to creep onto her to have her make to much of a scene, but he also didn't want her to think that he was jusg being kind and helping her. Pulling his hoodie more onto his head, he approached the lady. "Let me help you wit' that ma'am." He stated as he placed his gun onto the back of her head.
She halted her movement as she stood planted in her spot with fright written all over her. Her eyes clenched shut as she had now dropped the bags and her her hands up. "Don't make a scene ma', I really aint to fond of dramatic people."He said to the women as he burried the silencer further into her head. She bit her lip as she suppressed the desperate cry of help that she was debating on letting out. She knew if she did go against his orders her brains would be splattered right against her doorstep.
"It's cold out hea' you ca' open the door now."Anthony smirked as her unsturdy hands fiddled with the key. Due to her being so afraid, she missed the keyhole a few times, but once Anthony let out an impatient breath of frustration she finally unlocked the door.
Anthony allowed her to make her way inside first before shutting and locking the door behind him. "Someone else home?" Anthony looked around as he continued to hold the frantic lady at gun point.
"M-my daughter."She creaked.
"Call her out here."Anthony ordered before he dropped the gun from aiming right at her head. The cold metal left her scalp as she created a few feet in distance between the two. This caused Anthony to shake his head with a slight chuckle. In his mind, he still hadn't processed why she was so afraid of him, he had yet to make a threat about killing her or her daughter. As the women was attempting to make the movement of going to retrieve her daughter, Anthony stopped her with a shake of his head.
"Uh uh my love, I said call her, not go get her."He assured the women with a taunting yet stomach churning smirk.
With a sinking feeling weighing down on her thumping heart, she wiped her clamy plams off on her khaki capris. Walking towards the hall with Anthony not to far behind her, the women called after her daughter. "Pascale baby, come out here for a second."She tried her best to keep her composure at bay and not risk her and her daughter's life.
Anthony shoved her back into the living room area and forced her to take a seat on the neat and well kept white plush couch. Anthony stood in front of her, looking down upon her. As much as he wanted to think that he was doing this all for Aven, he couldn't. It was more of a pride thing for him, for his father and eldest brother most of all. Leo's people took not only one but two of the Taylor's so it was only right for Anthony to knock one more of theirs. He didn't take it as revenge, it was more of a fair situation. Completely fair, on both ends.
After a moment of waiting for Pascale to arrive to her frightened mother. The bedroom door finally creeked. Anthony disbanded his alert eye contact from the lady and onto Pascale who was making her way over clearly unaware to what she had awoken from her father's untamed past.
Anthony lifted his gun and cocked it back causing Pascale to go frantic. Her face went pale as her eyes widened, her jaws stayed stunned as her mouth stayed ajar. Her breathing hitch out of her chest and it was preatty evident that scared was and understatement for her.
She was petrified .
Her heart seemed to skip multiple beats as her hands trembled at the sight of the jet black piece being waved before her. "Sit yo' scary ass down."Anthony scoffed at her honestly disgusted by the sight of her. How could she not know this was coming? She really thought she would have gotten away with spiking Aven's shit just with a few squeezes of her neck. Aven may have let her slide with a slap on the wrist. But, with where Anthony's webbed mind was at this very moment, he still didn't know how he managed to let her make it out of her bedroom without blowing her brains.
Pascale rushed her steps over to her mother, Savel. She sat closely to her letting her mom wrap a tight arm around her. This slight show of care between the both frightened mother and daughter caused Anthony to roll his eyes. He couldn't help, but to take the two easily frightened women as a joke. Deep down inside, he whised he was dealing with two men, it would have been more of a challenge for him. He wouldn't just have to wave a damn gun in their faces and have them startled.
With tears of fright cascading down both of the women's faces he took a seat on the sturdy coffee table that was placed before them. He looked at them with disgust and hatred built into his eyes. His lack of remorse and sympathy displayed in his nonchalant behavior. Just as much Leo didn't care about his father and how Pascale didn't care about his youngest brother, so he damn sure wasn't about to spare nor care for them.
"Quit all that cryin' shit, yall makin' it way easier to have blood stains on this white couch."Anthony didn't sympathize with the two ladies at all. This resulted in the both of them correcting their faces and wrapping all of the tears.
"Now Pascale did you know who my father is?"Anthony asked her a legitimate question.
Savel grew curious as to why he was questioning her daughter with such an odd question. "Why does that matter?"Savel spoke instead of her daughter.
Anthony derived his eyes from Pascale and onto her mother. "You know I could've shot yo' ass long before this so just shut the fuck up and speak when spoken to, cool?"
"Now Pascale, do you know who me and Aven's father is?"Anthony asked with a bit more bass trembling through his voice.
Pascale remained clueless although both her and Anthony knew she was bullshitting. Pascale knew if her mother found out that she was dipping in the past of her father, marking for revenge, she'll be willing to give Anthony her head herself. Savel wanted Pascale to have no parts in what had went on in the past. She thought Pascale was clueless to the real reason her father died. Savel sufficed with the utter lie she told her daughter about the death of her father, but little did she know, Pascale was seeing through all her lies.
Pascale swallow a huge lump that was forming in her throat."No, I dont."She shook her head.
"I hate fucking liars and right now, you lyin' to me."Anthony shook his head. "It's cool though, I'm just gone enlighten you and yo' momma."Anthony shrugged carelessly.
"My pops name was Alias Austin Taylor, but he use to go by A1. Yo' dad shot my pops in front of yo' lil boyfriend, Aven at thirteen years old. I mean yo daddy was a hood ass nigga, but that shit still aint justify why he killed my dad infront of my young ass brother."Anthony told the ladies. "Aven go through a lot of pain, he still feels like he's the blame for my father's death and I actually feel sorry for him and you." Anthony held his gun up at Pascale's mother sending a scorching hot bullet right between her eyes. Her blood splattered all over Pascale while she let out an ear screeching scream. Her sobs flared out as she looked at her dead mother in ultimate fright.
Pascale didn't know she'll cause her mother her life when she was out seeking for revenge for her father's life. And now at this very moment, she felt exactly how Aven felt, guilty and regretful.
"Man yo' pops shot my dad five times, he died slowly and painfully so be grateful she had a quick death."Anthony spat at her gruesomely.
With her mother's blood still staining her white tanktop, she fidgeted under Anthony's authority. "Did you really think that you was gone get away with trying to kill my damn brother with no fucking concequences? It's an eye for a fucking eye bitch, Leo caught my pops, my brother got Leo and Leo's people caught my brother, but the shit aint even stressin' me no more. I got yo momma now and I can honestly have yo shit gone in a matter of seconds if I wanted to. Now that I got you dead mentally like Leo had Aven, it's time for you to be dead physically like yo' momma right there."He rised from the seat that he took on the coffee table.
Pascale's tears began to flush her face. She pleaded and begged that he wouldn't take her life. She was still young amd had a whole life ahead of her. Although she didn't have much to live for due to now having both of her parents dead, she still rather be alive. "I'm sorry okay! Please don't do this." Hot tears sprang from her glossy brown eyes.
Anthony looked down at her in a disgusted manner. How could she possibly be begging for mercy when she pinned this upon herself? "Get up. Like I said, you making this way easier for me."
With sobs, Pascale got up from the side of her dead mother who was still loosing blood out of her head. She followed Anthony throughout her home arriving in the kitchen.
Although Anthony couldn't give his big brother much before he died except for a loving niece, he felt like he owed this to Aaron. It was only right for Pascale to have the same death as he did. Anthony ordered Pascale to stand in the center of the kitchen. As she begged and pleaded Anthony stood behind her at a clear distance aiming for the exact spot Aaron was shot in.
Taking a stance Anthony took his gun off safety before cocking it back. Pascale clenched her eyes shut as she heard the sound of the metal tool getting pulled back. "My brother, Aaron got shot in my momma kitchen right in the head by this nigga named Stooly, Leo's right hand man. Since I can't kill Stooly since he dead already, God rest his soul. I gotta take this heat out on you."Pascale's heart didn't even get the chance to sink before a bullet punctured through her skull, emerging through the tissue of her brain before halting in the front of her head. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she fell weakly on her knees then toppling down on the clean tile floors.
Anthony tucked his gun back into the waistband of his black jeans before pulling out his wallet. Pulling out four crisp hundred dollar bills he tossed it to Pascale's lifeless body. "Give this shit to yo' daddy when you get to hell bitch, it was chump change any ways." He spewed before exiting the kitchen then the apartment all in all.
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The halls held a gloomy feel in it. Tears stained many people's faces while others were just in full blown sobs. I had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on.
Usually, I'll be the one down in the dumps and feeling depressed, however today, it was the complete opposite. The usual bright eyed and overly active student body sulked in unison causing me to be left utterly confused.
"The fuck goin' on today?"Aven said as his eyes did the same free lance glance mines did over the saddening halls.
"It looks like everyone's dog died in here." Sam furrowed his brows.
Morgan who was next to him with his arm wrapped around her shoulder chimed in. "No not everyone. Just Aven's."She clarified.
"Mine?"Aven pointed to his self for verification. "Nah' Morg, ion' even have a dog and I'm real sure that if I did and it died it wouldn't have everybody in this bitch sobbin' and snottin' all ova' the damn place."
Morgan groaned a bit causing the three of us to give her a weird look. "I swear if it aint for me yall would be so lost."She pulled her phone out of her back pocket. This halted us from walking. We stood in the center of the hall while the sad depressing feeling continued to weigh down on everyone else. Majority of the girls were already in full blown tears or consoling their peers who were crying their eyes out. A few staff members were a bit too caught up in personal emotions to try to aid students, they were to busy getting their self together from the crying they have done.
After a few taps and scrolls, Morgan handed Sam the phone and Aven and I huddled around it.
The screen flashed with the image of the news anchor of WWL news. " I'm Jackie Winston with the lastest news on the tragic shooting of a mother and daughter in their New Orleans apartment. Late night Sunday, both eighteen year old Pascale Patterson and forty year old Savel Thompson were announced dead to the public after a neighbor reported strange noises to the local police department. NOPD arrived to the home and knocked on the door an ample amount of times before they averted to their final resort of bursting through the home. Finally having access, officer Damiel Cruiz found Thompson unresponsive and dead on her living room couch shot execution style from the front. Further entering the home eighteen year old Patterson was found shot in the same manner, but from behind on the kitchen floor. The apartment showed no signs of forced entry while the women showed no signs of resistance. These two homicides still have no leads nor prime suspects. If you have any information on who could have done this crime, don't be afraid to call our crime hotline number that will be at the bottom of the screen. I assure you, any accurate and useful tip will remain anonymous and unknown. Now to Lenny with the political update. "
The video was cut short with photos of Pascale and her mother in a brief slideshow. Both Sam and I looked up at Aven who had shocked written all over it. "Yo' are you good?"Sam asked Aven for reassurance.
Aven looked out in the far distance not offering anyone eye contact. "What the fuck they mean she dead?! I just seen her last week!"He was correct. We all seen her last week matter of fact. Although the couple didn't end on good terms, it still seemed to inflict a slight ounce of pain on to Aven. That just shows that he still had a sensitive spot for Pascale. And now that she's dead, I know deep in his mind, he's battling thoughts of how regretful he is for ending things off on such horrible terms
Sam handed Morgan her phone before he attempted to distinguish Aven's riled up mood. "Ven, just calm down bruh. She's dead, there's nothing you can do about that. God did it for a reason, it may not seem right now, but it definitely is."Sam held Aven in a tight grip after stopping his action of punching the lockers continuously out of anger.
At this point, Morgan and I were totally afraid of nearing him. We backed up as he inhaled and exhaled heavy breaths as Sam wrapped his arms around his so he wouldn't be able to punch anything. Sam looked back at the two of us. "Yall go to class. I have first hour with him. We'll be fine."Sam assured him as he pushed Aven towards class. His mix of emotions all bottled up into anger causing his fist to clench and his veins to pop. I've seen Aven upset on a few occasions, but I've never seen this type of upset wear off on Aven. This was past upset. It was more like—
hurt.
Was it because he was sort of emotionally invested into her or was it because of how quickly she vanished out of his life?
Not really in much mood to talk. I strided a few steps further than Morgan. Sticking to our prior arrangements of skipping PE and heading off to Mr Johnson's class, both of us galloped up the stairs from the first floor heading to the second.
Reaching the second floor, more sobs and consoling could be heard more than it was heard from the first floor. Morgan had now caught up to my pace before she stopped infront of me opening her arms wide initiating a hug. "Don't stress about it, he'll be fine, he's just a little shooken up."She spoke in her soothing calm tone while she wrapped her arms around me.
I nodded my head, assuring her that I understood. Finally reaching Mr.Johnson's room, I pulled on the door allowing Morgan and I to enter. "Goodmorning Mr.Johnson." Both Morgan and I greeted him.
He looked up from a composition notebook lating his eye on us. "Goodmorning ladies, just take your spots over there. My first hour will be here in no time."Due to it being a block schedule today, the class sequency was just a mess. It often confused many new students, but I've gotten the hang of it.
Before I could take a seat Mr.Johnson called me over to his desk. Dropping my bag off, I followed him to the corner of the classroom. Standing before me he looked at with a raised brow. "You okay? Haven't spoken to you much."
I smiled lightly. "I've been fine. How have you been? Did you finally propose?"Mr. Johnson and I's friendship was a bit odd for a student and a teacher, but we were comfortable with that. He shared some of his personal life with me and I did the same. I gave him advice on women and he gave me advice on life over all. His long time girlfriend Akeila has be the toughest thing he's gone through in a while, the woman's life was like a soap opera, but she was a kind loving soul. He had been debating on popping the question to her and of course I gave him all the encouragement I could.
He held up his hand showcasing a wedding band. "Yeah pretty much and she's not the traditional girl so she offered to buy me a band before we even officially get married." We both cracked a laugh.
"Well thats nice. Remember to invite me to the wedding. I want a front row seat."I joked.
"Definitely."He agreed."But another thing I wanted to talk about is Pascale. Did you two hang out alot after Aven and her began dating?"It was evident that Aven and Pascale were dating. Pascale was sort of the PDA type girl, she wanted kisses throughout the hall and hugs throughout class. Everywhere they went together their hands were enlaced with one another. They were a good match because Aven had no problem showing off his girl, he actually loved that about her.
I shook my head no. "Pascale and I only spoke on a few occasions. Her, Aven, Morgan and I, did go out to lunch one day, but after that we never spoke again. Aven did tell me she was upset with the friendship he and I had so I made sure I kept my distance. Why you ask?"
He nodded his head."I'm sure you've heard the news. And I'm pretty sure you know that detectives and cops will be scattered around here in no time. I just don't want you to feel bombarded once and if they question you." He explained to me.
"Why would they question me?" I frowned a bit.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Once they come here the first person they're going to try to weave out is of course Aven. You're Aven's best friend so they might come to you or Morgan since you two associate with him more. If it does happen just tell the truth."
I nodded my head. This really had me thinking. Pascale's murder was way more serious than I thought. And dealing with the fact that Aven and Pascale ended things off physically, Aven may be the first person they come talk to. I know Aven didn't do it due to how shocked and oblivious he was to the news, but many people may not believe him. This whole situation was just getting out of hand and it just begun.
After Mr.Johnson's first hour, Morgan and I decided to stay until lunch. Departing from the classroom, Morgan and I met Sam and Aven through the halls. Morgan hugged up against Sam while Aven kept ice on his swollen knuckles and I walked beside him. "You okay?"I asked him.
He let out a chuckle. "Yeah, I'm straight. Why everybody askin' me that?"He looked at me questioningly.
I shrugged my shoulders cluelessly. "I don't know. Just thought I'd asks since you were the closest to her. I just wanna know where your head is. If you need to talk you know I'm there."I asserted to him. He needed to understand that he won't be battling this alone like the few other times someone close to him passed away so quickly. I was going to be there regardless.
"Thank you, I appreciate that Jhen."He wrapped an arm around me before pulling me in to kiss the top of my head.
Before making it into the lunch room, our group of four was stopped from entering. Our dean, Mr. Satire stood infront of us looking at Aven. "Taylor, I called you out of your second hour, why didn't you report to my office?"Mr. Satire was a built guy who always seemed to have a white button down shirt on, navy blue chino pants that stopped above his ankles, and a pair of brown Sperry's. He seemed to be in his mid-thirties and he looked well for his age. His loud mouth could be heard from anywhere thats why he fit best as a discipline dean.
Aven shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Cause I already know what the fuck yall gone say to me."He rolled his eyes.
Mr. Satire shrugged. "Just report to my office. Now!"He shouted causing Aveen to cock her eyebrows up.
"Yo', who the fuck you call yourself yellin' at? I aint yo' child so don't be comin' down on me like you my fuckin' daddy. When I wanna come to the bullshit room you call a fuckin' office then I'll be there. Other than that, move out the fuckin' way, I'm really tryna get some lunch." Aven was known for his horrible attitude when he was upset about a situation so that was the worst time you could speak to him with bass in your voice. The way he spoke to Mr.Satire made me cringe. I know he'll be in for a concequence after this.
Mr. Satire chuckled. He dealt with this from many students so he was pretty much immune to it by now. "Enjoy your lunch Taylor, I'll have detective Jean escort you out of your next hour, on his time."With that, he walked away towards the front office.
"Aven maybe you should just go—"Before Morgan could even get out her full suggestion Aven cut her off.
Aven pressed the zip lock bag full with ice down on his knuckles again. "I really don't give a fuck 'bout what Satire or bitch ass detective Jean gotta say. Like I said, when I'm ready to talk, I'a go see them."
We decided to drop the conversation so Aven won't get any more vexed. Walking into the lunch room gave off the same gloomy vibe as it did walking into the halls. Not much enthusiasm was being spread by the studemt body. Upbeat music played through the speakers of the cafeteria in hopes to cheer a few people up, but they were failing miserably. Everyone was dragging and no one really gave a damn, they were all just sad about the lost of their friend. This may be a sad situation, but it didn't affect me as much as it did everyone else. I guess Pascale was that popular, and I assume she was a loving girl by how her murder had everyone enduring some type of emotional pain.
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The dreading day had ended and to say, I was so happy it was over would be an understatement. Morgan made her separate ways with Sam as I saw Anthony scrolling through his phone waiting for me. I walked towards him a bit happy to see him due to us not seeing each other in a while.
Approaching him, I snatch his phone out of his hands causing him to jerk his head up quickly. "Damn, I deadass was about to jaw yo' ass." His face softened once he noticed it was me.
I laughed at him before teasing him with his phone. "Can I atleast get a hug?"
He smirked down at me before wrapping his long arms around my waist."Depends on if I get some lips or not."
"You're being selfish."I pouted taking his arms from around my waist.
"Ight, ight. Let me give the baybeh' what she want."He wrapped his arms around me again this time pulling me closer to him. He squeezed me tight. He bent down to give me more leverage to hug him as well. He kissed the side of my face a few times before pulling away.
"Thats better."I smiled satisfied.
He turned me around holding me by my waist. "Yeah now lets get the fuck outta here before I catch a damn charge for messin' with yo' young ass."He joked half seriously as we made our way towards a new car that I haven't seen him drive yet.
I knudged him with my elbow. "Stop playing. You still look like a highschooler yourself."
"Nah baybeh', but hurry up and get in the car."He rushed me a bit before unlocking the car. Strapping into my seat, he drove off campus and onto the main streets.
While he drove, he had a sense of paranoia written all over him. He continued to keep an eye on the rear view mirror and look back every so often. It caught my attention, but I decided not to speak upon it.
Keeping a curious eye out on the rear view mirror as well, I watched a black Dodge Charger merge into the same lane as we did. I noticed the car ever since we left school campus, but I just thought it happened to be a coincidence that the were traveling the same route as us. Assuming, by the way Anthony was ever do badly trying to loose them in the midist of traffic, it was no longer a coincidence.
Anthony huffed out in frustration before he attempted to take a left lane. I switched my eyes from the mirror and onto Ant oblivious to what was really going on. "Anthony, why is that car following us?"I clenched onto my seat belt as he excelled on the gas while quickly swerving onto the far left side of the highway.
Putting much more pressure onto the gas, he tried to speed away from them. Due to the fact that the Dodge Charger had an ample amount of horse power, it was able to keep up in pace with Anthony's Mustang. "Just put yo' seat back."
My eyebrows furrowed and I gave him a crazed look. "No why? Who the hell is following us and why are they following us?" It would only be right to tell me what's going on due to me being in the car. I'm obligated to know whether or not I'm safe and right now he's just leaving me clueless. This had me wondering back to the dream I had prior to today. Was Anthony actually good for me? Clearly he doesn't worry about my safety as much as he should.
"Just fucking listen to what the fuck I say! Recline yo' fucking seat back now!"He ordered from me. I jumped in pure fright as his voice boomed throughout the car. Without any more questions nor attitude, I pulled the lever underneath the chair and reclined my seat all the way back.
No longer being able to see out of the passenger or windshield window, I sat back worrying about who in their right mind found it okay to follow us. Only having the option of hearing, the sound of Anthony's vehicle swerving in and out through traffic sounded through my ear.
Soon after I was jerked foward and Anthony had to utilize his quick reflexes to attempt to gain control of the car that was spinning out of his hands. "Jhenea sit back!"He shouted over the screeching of the rubber tires as imact from another vehicle impacted the Mustang we were in. My heart throbbed from my chest sending me into a panic. I pulled on the seat belt I had on as Anthony and I jerked from side to side as he attempted to halt the vehicle with the emergency brakes.
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