My baby sister is in so much pain and shame and I can't help her. Her cries are like bullets to the dome, its killing me every time she call to talk to me I feel her pain. I always promised my parents and my siblings that if anyone ever try to harm them I'd be there to protect them. As I'm sitting here I realized I failed Malaysia.
I restock the tattoo inks and needles at the stations. I sit down at the lil desk and just doodle on the paper. As I'm sitting here my mind drifts off to a blank dark space.
My phone rings. I answer it without even lookin at the name or number. "Hey papi you busy" Pillar ask. "Naw just at the shop stocking and what not waiting on my next appointment" "can you swing by the storage unit, don't go to it just drive around, the guy that works there said somebody has been coming by everyday asking about the owner of the unit. I told him I was on my way" She says. "Aight I'll head over there now" I say as I hang up.
My phone rings again and its Lay. "Hey baby how you feeling" "sick, can't stop throwing up, can't hold anything down, I just really been stressed" "you need anything" I ask her. "Yes" she says. "Was up, anything you want I got you" "I want my car back. I know where it is and the person that has it, had me" she says. I sit there and hold the phone in silence. Stupid fucks, rapes somebody then take their car like aint nobody gon come lookin for it "You mean you want" "yes" she says. She then hangs up. I get her extra car key from out my draw where I keep all our extra car keys at for emergencies.
I get a text on my other phone and its an address and a photo. I then dial the only number in my phone thats saved, God.
"Hey you free" I ask, "always for you" "I'm on the corner of the shop" I tell them, they then hang up.
They finally pull up at the red light and I get in the car. I show them the address and we head towards it. "So what we doin" they say. "Gettin Lays car back" "really, they have her car" they say. "Yeah stupid" I say. We ride in silence after that. Not much convo or planning. We just roll with it and let it be that.
We pull up not to far from a warehouse and sit and wait. "She say they all leave out round 12 and the truck number is 27132" As were sitting in the car lookin at the trucks leave I'm just thinking bout my baby. They gon feel her pain and I'ma make sure of it. The truck pulls out and we follow behind them. Once they stop at the stop sign I hop out and run and stab the back tire with a hunting knife. We pull over in an abandon warehouse parking lot and wait till we see them coming our way.
As were sittin here I keep lookin in my rearview mirror and seein Tasha face. Come on not now, this can't be happening. I lean back and close my eyes. We wait bout 10 minutes then we pull off. As were slowly driving in the direction of the truck we see it on the side of the road. Its a person standing outside of it. We slowly pull up and pull over.
God and myself get out the car. "You need help sir" God ask. "No I have it just have to call my dispatch to send help" he says. He finally looks up at us. "Yes you do need help" I say as I pull my gun out and shoot him in his knee cap. As he falls God grabs his phone as it falls out his hand. "What the fuck!" He yells.
"You need help my son. You need help!" I yell. "For what, I don't even know you!" He yells as he holds his knee. "You don't know me but see Mr. Dre aka Mr. I like to rape and beat women, I know you, and I know you fucked up when you put your hands on my lil sister" I say as I shoot him in his other knee cap. "Oh don't worry you're not going to live but God might convince me to take it easy on you. What you say God" I say as I turn and ask the person standing next to me. "No God forgives no one and God saves no one especially a rapist" they say as they point their gun at his dick. "No, no, please not not" he yells. "Is that what Malaysia said when you were raping her" God says. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, tell her I'm sorry" he yells. "Sorry is the bitch that gave birth to you and God don't give a fuck" they say then pull the trigger and shoot him in his dick and then again in the middle of his forehead.
He just falls back on the ground and lays there lifeless. Not how I wanted him to go but hey I guess this is the best I can do with the situation at hand and God beside me.
I go over to him and go in his pockets. I feel a car key, I pull it out and it's a Kia car key. I put that in my pocket and God and myself head to the second address I was texted. Hopefully her car is there.
We finally pull up to a apartment complex and I see Lays car in a parking spot, I get out and get in and pull off. I head to the storage unit to see what the fuck is the problem now. If it ain't one thing its another. I call Lay. "Hey, I love you and no one will ever hurt you again" I say. "I love you too Kamani and thanks" she say. We then hang up.
As I pull up to the storage place I see a car at the gate putting their password in, good, cause I don't wana put Pillars code in and dude be calling who ever the fuck inquiring about her shit. I pull in behind the car so the gate don't close. As I'm driving slow I see more cars here than usual maybe they having an auction. I get to the stop sign to turn left and drive past the unit and theres 5 police cars and 2 F150 trucks in front of her unit, I also see a go cart with 2 employees sitting In it and one at the unit door with a lock cutter.
I get out the car and go to the first unit on the corner and proceed to open it. "Excuse me" an officer says as he puts police tape up in front of where I'm standing. "This is going to be awhile, you can wait or come back another time" the storage employee says. "Well I have to be to work in a little bit, I don't have time to wait" I say as I go get back in the car. As Im turning around to head out I grab my phone and call Pillar, I see the officers taking boxes out of her unit and putting evidence stickers on them then placing them on the ground. Damn I hope she ready to head outta town, this shit getting real that must have been undercover that went by her shop that day looking for Doug and shit.
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The Monroe's
القصة القصيرةThe Monroe's, 5 lesbian sisters with the city as their playground. But one event in each of their lives puts their play on pause as they each face their problem it becomes not just theirs but one of the other Monroe sisters problem as well.
