Hakeem. . .
Here we are in court. I’m nervous as fuck because I haven’t heard anything about our case what so ever. My lawyer said everything looks good though. What the hell does that mean. We were in the middle of court when they called the witness to the stand. I held my breath. God help me. A police officer approached the judge. Her face turned to disgust when as she listened to the whispers of the pig speaking to her.
“It seems that the witness was found in her home this morning dead. We will have to continue without the witness.” Throughout the rest of the day it was proven that there was not enough evidence to take neither me nor CJ to a trial. We were going to be released.
As me and CJ walked out of the jail and I felt a sharp nudge at my heart. Something wasn’t right.
“Something is up.”
“What you mean? We free what could be wrong?”
“It’s something with Niecey. I just know it is.” I left my phone with her when I turned myself in. Omar was right around the corner where he said he would be. We jumped in the car.
“Give me your phone, O.” He threw his phone to me. I tried calling Niecey but she wasn’t picking up at all. “Omar, take me straight home. Niecey ain’t picking up.”
“Let me call Fran to see wassup.” He took the phone and dialed for Frankie and put it on speaker.
“Hello?”
“Fran, wassup?”
“CJ, you out Baby?”
“Yea, I’ll be home in a little bit. Is Deniece there with you?”
“No, she went home a long time ago. Why?”
“Why you let her go home? Have you heard from her?”
“No Baby. Why? What’s going on?”
“Just call Shawny and see what’s up.”
“OK Baby.” She sounded like she was about to cry. She hung up.
Omar sped to my condo. As soon as we got inside something wasn’t right. There was a tub of cookie dough ice cream on the floor melted in a puddle. I heard the shower running in my room.
“Stay here and watch out, O. CJ, follow me,” We walked to the closet to each get a strap. I opened my bedroom door slowly. I heard a low moan then a deep groan coming from the bathroom. Oh hell no.
CJ grabbed my arm stopping me from storming in the bathroom. “Stay cool, man.” I snatched away and proceeded to the bathroom. If she was doing what I think she doing, I might just have to fuck her up after she have my baby. I kicked open the door and saw my worst nightmare. My fiancé was laying in the tub curled up in a fetal position. The shower curtain was pulled down over her and she was in a puddle of blood. The water was still running and she was soaked. There was so much blood.
“Fuck! CJ go call 9-1-1 and tell Omar to get the car or something.” He stood there kind of shocked for a second. “CJ, GO!” CJ ran out. I felt tears coming to my eyes. I rushed over to her side. I unwrapped the shower curtain from her body.
“My baby. Hakeem, help me please. My baby.”
“I’m here Deniece. What happened baby?” I rinsed her off and lifted her out of the tub. A tear wet my cheek. “How long have you been in here? Deniece?” She had her eyes closed.
