Ms. Carter

Chapter 8

{10:00AM, Wednesday Morning}

I laid by Jaiden’s crib side, listening to the beeping noise of the machines the doctor had her hooked up to, her breathing was quiet and a bit wheezy, she was sleeping soundly, luckily the man below the building had broken her fall. I turned slightly, looking over my shoulder at my sleeping sister, her breathing was a little worse because of her asthma, I’d never seen her look so…weak…and helpless. I hated seeing the both of them in this state. The doctors said Jaiden had only a small amount of fractures in her side because of the way she fell, that also meant that some of the wind had been knocked out of her, so she would have a hard time breathing for a little while. I figured that this was a sign that I needed to break up with Marcus, for real this time, and knowing him, he’d probably try to beat me senseless if I left him by myself, so I called up Jay for a little assistance.

{11:00PM, Wednesday Night}

POV—Jay

I cocked semi-automatic, firing it a few times just for a tester, I had the sniper in the back just in case he tried to make a run for it, but I wanted to make this shot nice and personal. I hated Marcus’ bum ass, I knew he was trouble as soon as Lay started fuckin’ with him. He was all smiling in her face but I knew what he was up to, but Lay just wouldn’t listen, talkin’ about how much she loved him and all, when I knew damn well the feelings were not mutual between them. I set the sleek back hand gun beside me, cutting up a gram of weed and rolling it into a perfect blunt, lit it, and brought it to my lips. Taking out a small map of Queens, I circled the main places that Marcus could be at, putting a large red ‘x’ over his high points of business, which was the club he owned, and of course his place of residency. I gathered up my artillery, putting all my things into a small bag and slung it over my back, tapping my blunt out in the ash tray as I headed out the door. Sliding into the car, I rolled my tinted black windows up, cruising down the streets in a slow manner, but not slow enough to draw attention to myself, just enough so that I could get a good scope out of what I was looking for. Driving down every marked street, I continued to search for Marcus’ black truck, every spot I checked, he wasn’t there. It was almost as if he knew I was coming for him, so he made sure to keep himself hidden, until I finally took another circle around is part of town and pulled up to his apartment, waiting in a shaded black corner, behind the alley. There I waited, hours began to pass, it was almost three in the morning when he finally pulled up, he stumbled out of the car as I began to think how I would take him out. I could easily get him right here, a simple shot to the back would put him out could, but then again from this angle. I wouldn’t be able to torture him, or get a good look at his face before I killed him. A couple more minutes passed, and I waited until he was in the apartment before I began to make my moves. Scooping up the metal bat in the back seat, and the small semi, I quietly sauntered over to his door, tucking the gun away in my thick black coat, my hair was in a sleek bun at the top of my head, I couldn’t have it getting blood on it now, could I? Rapping on the door lightly, I waited for him to answer, Marcus opened it groggily, a small smirk on his face until his eyes widened, noticing the bat in my hand. Twirling it in my fingers slowly, I stared at him blankly, puffing smoke into his face as he began to back away slowly. He panicked, already shielding himself from my soon to be blows, “J-Jay, c-come on ma, you don’t gotta do this, I said I was s- ” I cut him off, swinging the back to the side of his head at full force, he fell the the floor with a thump, I reached down and smacked him across the face using the butt of the gun, blood began to trickle down the side of his face. He was a small guy, so this job would be fairly easy. Tossing the bat in my hand lightly, I swung it again, hitting him in his stomach, causing him to hunch over in pain, groaning as I heard the sound of a rib cracking. Without hesitation, I repeatedly swatted him with the back, hitting him in all places possible, while a multitude of his bones were quickly deteriorating, the final blow to the head sent him slowly into unconsciousness. His eyes were barely open; he was blinking trying to keep them on me, but I’m sure his last sight would definitely not be his killer. I pulled the gun from my coat pocket, clicking off the safety; I shot at his hands, then his feet, listening to his groans, which gave me more motivation. Shooting all around his body I finally came to the last bullet, pressing the cold barrel up to his forehead, I whispered to him through clenched teeth, “Any last words, bitch?” He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but I pulled the trigger before he could utter a sound. Blood splattered everywhere in the room, making a beautiful nightmare all over the apartment’s tacky wallpaper. Tucking the gun away, I walked out, closing the door behind me, pulling out my phone I called Aaliyah, speaking coldly as I stripped the coat away, putting my weapons back in their bag, “It’s done.” The phone clicked, and I was only two minutes away until I heard the sirens bellowing down the streets, zooming past me.

Click, clack, bow, man down.