𝙄𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚

Revenge

Natille's POV •

"Hello?" the maid from Regina's crib answers.

"It's Natille. Meet me by the park in downtown."

I hang up and wipe my shaking hands on my pants. Xiomara and I are dressed in all black and she dropped the little one off at her parent's.

"We're really finna rob Regina's bitch ass," she giggles. She was high on adrenaline while my body shook in fear.

We drove a stolen rental car through downtown, passing by the police station as we sped to meet up with Regina's maid. "What if she tells Regina we want to meet up with her?" I ask.

"You said that she tried to tell you about the drugging and that she willingly shared Regina's debt status with us. That has to mean something here, Natille, and that's what we're banking on. And I mean, it's not like we told the maid our full plans. She has no idea we plan on breaking in."

A throat cleared from my pocket and I blushed.

Xiomara gave me the hardest death glare I could have ever seen. I quickly hung up the phone for real this time with the maid. "If we go to jail, you better send every hard earned piece of cash you come across to my parent's to care for Zabelle," she says through gritted teeth.

Xiomara steps on the gas, pushing the car faster as we approach the park. She skids into the gravelly lot and glares at me again. "How was I supposed to know it was still on?" I say in a shrill voice.

"Whatever, Nat. What do you think she would pull up in?"

"Maybe we should give her like an hour to get here. Give her some time to wash her ass and put on some winged eyeliner," I smirk.

"Nigga, I'm giving her fifteen minutes and then we heading for shawty's crib," Xiomara says.

"You gon pull up on the maid's crib?" I cry.

"No dumb nigga. On Regina's," she says.

Xiomara points to a street sign. "What that say? I needa get a feel of where I am and what direction we can best get to Regina's." Xiomara had the address memorized and was planning on pressing the gas all the way there. I squint but I only see weird letters and the outcome of a confusing not-word.

"Xiomara, I can't read it," I gulp.

She rolls her eyes, typing away on her phone. "I don't have enough storage to download the GPS app again, and neither do you. Get out and go look at it. You're dressed in all black anyways."

"No. I mean, it's hard for me to," Xiomara shoots me another death glare, and I get out of the car.

I go closer to the sign and stare at it. It might be a "b" or a "p" but what if I'm wrong? And then is that a "w" or an "m"? I don't have time to unscramble this like I usually do. My hands start to shake and I could feel myself getting overwhelmed.

Think of this like a test, Natille. You have a certain amount of time to figure out the words so that you can finally get to the problem it's asking. You're not in a parking lot trying to see where we are so that you can go rob someone who took a tape of you. You're back in high school, staring at the word problems in math so that you can understand what's it's saying.

Xiomara honks her horn and pulls me out of my soothing thoughts. Times up and I still have nothing on my figurative paper. I blink and I'm back in the parking lot. I turn around and come back to the car. I don't want her to think that I'm dumb. I don't want her to know that I'm weird.

"What was it?" she asks me, typing away on her phone.

I suck in a breath and whisper "I don't know".