Memphis Streets 3: Revenge

Chapter 2- Brielle

"DIE, BITCH! DIE!" Enraged, I plunge the large knitting needles deeper into my sister Le'Shelle's chest.

Blood sprays everywhere. I want this bitch erased so I can piss on her fucking grave. If she thinks she's the baddest bitch walking because she's the leader of the Queen Gs, I got something for that ass. We may have the same blood coursing through us but I can play this fucking gangsta bullshit with the best of them. Le'Shelle's bloody hand slaps against my face as she tries to push me off, but I ain't going nowhere. I stab again and growl in her face.

"I hate your fucking guts!" Her eyes bulge.

All this shit was because Le'Shelle felt that I violated the law of the streets when I fell in love with Dice, a member of the Vice Disciples's sworn enemies: the Cartel Lords. In Memphis, VD's and CL's don't mix. I was never a part of that world and their fuckin' rules shouldn't have applied to me. Until she dragged me into this shit.

"DIE, BITCH! DIE!" Snapshots of that awful prom night flash in my head.

Le'Shelle ordering her thugs to hijack our limo and then take us to some abandoned part of town. There, she had those niggas beat and rape me. I'll never forget how she stood there and watched as one dirty nigga after another climbed on top of me. I can still hear Dice, yelling and fighting to break free from the muthafucka that held him down and forced him to watch. They even carved the initials VD into the side of my ass like I was some fucking animal. The pain was more than anything I can describe.

When I thought that it was over and I was covered in blood, cum, and bruises, Le'Shelle turned toward Dice and unloaded an entire clip. Time stood still as I watched him sink to his knees and then collapse. A waterfall of tears flows over my lashes as I snatch the needles out of Le'Shelle's chest and plunge them back in.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." I lean down and gnaw on her ear until the lower lobe falls into my mouth.

"Aaaaaargh," Le'Shelle roars.

I sit up with her blood dripping from my mouth and then spit that muthafucka in her face.

"How do you like my fuckin' balls now, big sis?" Shock covers Le'Shelle's face as the needles go back in deeper than before.

"DIE! DIE! DIE!" Le'Shelle's eyes glaze over, but it tickles the shit out of me.

Big bad Le'Shelle is finally getting what she has coming to her. I laugh-and once I start, I can't fuckin' stop. I sound like a crazy person-but I don't give a shit. I want justice. For me. For Dice. High-pitched hysterical screams whirl around me as a herd of people rush into the room. Before I know it, several hands and arms grab and drag me off Le'Shelle.

"Noooo! She's not dead yet! She's not dead!" Still wielding a weapon, I stab the closest arm in hopes to win back my freedom.

"AAAARGH," a man howls.

"Get those damn things away from her!"

The second the needles are snatched out of my hands, I fuckin' lose it. Kicking and screaming, I claw my way through the piles of bodies that are trying to hold me down, but these muthafuckas got me pinned.

"Brielle, baby. Please, stop. You're hysterical," Tracee, my foster mother, screams. Fat tears race down her face. There's love there, I can see it, but that shit don't matter right now. She can't and will never understand the rage boiling in my veins. How could she? Tracee and her perfect husband, Reggie, with their perfect jobs and perfect suburban house, had done all they could to shield and protect me. They had planted seeds of hope and endless possibilities in my head on how I can rise above my parents' abandonment and the horrors of the State's foster care system and it was all bullshit. I'm never going to get out of this fuckin' city. I'm never going to become a doctor. I'm never going to escape Le'Shelle and her street politics. Not as long as she is still breathing.

"I want her dead! I want her dead!" I shove Tracee away and send her stumbling back over the edge of the bed.

Launching forward like a locomotive, I fight to get at Le'Shelle's bleeding ass again, but another team of quarterback-looking men dressed head to toe in white tackle me.

"Let me go, goddamn it! Let me go!"

"I thought you guys had her pinned?" another man yells.

"We're trying. Look what she did to my arm!" These big niggas grab my bruised body and intensify my rage.

In my mind's eye, they are Le'Shelle's goons, ready for another round at my bruised pussy.

"LET GO!"

"Please, please," Tracee wails.

"Don't hurt her."

"LET GO!" I jack up my knee and hit a nut sack so hard that he can forget about having babies.

"Awwww, shit."

At least one pair of hands fall away and I redouble my efforts to break loose, but I don't get so much as an inch off of the floor before being tackled back down again. They're going to rape me! God, no. Please not again. Terror seizes me. I can't let Le'Shelle win. I can't!

"Brielle, sweetheart. They are just trying to help you," Tracee yells above the scuffling.

"Please don't fight them."

"No! No!" I don't believe her.

She's a liar. They are all liars. There's a painful prick on my right arm. I wrench my head around to see a nurse inject me with something.

"What are you doin'? What is that?"

"Don't worry. This is going to calm you down," the woman says, smiling.

I open my mouth to tell her that I don't want to calm down, but the words get lost in the journey from my brain to my mouth. A second after that, my tongue swells to the point that it feels like it's too big for my mouth. My vision is the next thing to go as the bitch in front of me blurs. I blink several times, but then my eyes grow heavy. Before long, I can barely keep them open. What the fuck?

"Get the jacket," someone shouts.

Jacket? What jacket?

"Be careful. Don't hurt her," Tracee sobs.

"Sorry, ma'am, but we're more worried about her hurting someone else," an attendant tells her.

"Brielle, baby. Everything is going to be all right," Tracee wails as I'm being strapped into something.

There is no need for it now since the horse tranquilizer shit they gave me has kicked in.

"How's the other one?" a woman asks.

Even though I'm sinking into a black hole, I wait with bated breath for the answer.

"We have a pulse!"

Le'Shelle is still alive.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! My scream ricochets inside of my head as I tumble into darkness in despair.