Earlier that day Cathy was sitting at home, when she heard banging on her back door. *BANG BANG BANG* "OPEN UP BITCH!", she heard someone scream out. As she went to go find her piece she kept in the kitchen drawer it was too late. The door was already kicked down and three men were making their way in. "Oh shit its Eazy T and his boys.", she thought to herself.
She tried to creep her way up the stairs but was spotted by one of his boys. "Come here bitch.", he yelled. "You ain't going no where." he said as he drug her down the stairs by her hair. "Get off of me.", she yelled. "Tie her lying ass up, and make sure she can't get out.", Eazy said to his boys.
Eazy was what you would call a regular in these streets. He sold dope, killed if he had to, and all just to make the boss happy. Cathy on the other hand she was the Queen Bee. She was in charge of everything and was the Captain. Nothing moved without her say so.
Sometime that year Eazy crossed Cathy's path and messed around with the wrong crew that got him beat half to death. To find out the person over the whole thing was Cathy herself. To gun point she stood over him, with his life in her hands.
Eazy was sent to Cathy for a drug transaction. She gave him the dope he needed to sell. It was all of $10,000 in dope that he needed to get rid of. Yet he seemed like it was so hard to sell in the city of Brooklyn. Eazy himself was a dope head on the low. Got high on his own supply and never put forth the money to the dope he had been smoking.
Eazy had come up short a couple thousands and was sent to Cathy. Which pissed her off to know that Eazy was fucking up. "Where's the other thousands you're supposed to have?", she asked to Eazy while waiting on her girls. Justine and Haley were Cathy's closest friends. They met back in the day when the girls first got into these streets. Justine and Haley were out getting the stuff Cathy had asked for.
They came back and in their hands they held rope, tape, a wipe, a gun, lighter fluid, and some matches. "Sit your ass down.", she said in a calm yet angry manner. In her hands she held the rope and tape. "Wai..t wai..t.", Eazy stuttered with a confused look on his face. "Did you not hear me? SIT YOUR ASS DOWN!", she yelled in his face. He was scared of what he knew she could do to him. He sat in the seat. *POW* she punched Eazy dead in the face. "Why you do that?", he screamed out fixing his jaw. "Tie his ass up.", she told Justine. "Haley get me my tool.", she called to Haley. Walking over to pick up the tools Haley stumbles over Eazy's bag. "Catch.", she yelled to Cathy. Cathy opened the bag to find the rest of the dope that Eazy had been holding out on her. "Ohhh, so you holding out on me?", she said to Eazy looking in his eyes. She could tell he was scared of her. He had come up short and he had to pay.
Cathy beat the living shit out of Eazy. Blood bleed out his mouth like a river. He was mumbling on and on but she wasn't stopping until she felt she was done. "Think about what we've done for you.", he whispered. That seemed to be the only thing to catch Cathy's attention. "What the fuck you say to me?", she asked as she picked his face up. "Think about what we've done for you.", Eazy spoke up. "Trust I ain't gone kill you. Even though I should after what you've done, but I'm gone let you go. If you tell anyone you're dead.", she threatened.
That day Cathy left Eazy to die. He was just back for revenge. She didn't know when but she knew it was coming. Eazy was hesitant about if this was want he wanted or not. He gathered two guys who he sold dope to years back. They had cleaned up and quit smoking dope. They wasn't tripping on making some extra cash on the side helping Eazy. He gathered them up from the fish store down the street, told them it was $1,000 a piece, and they were down. It wasn't much money but it wasn't hard to talk those two dumb asses into doing anything you wanted. Since Cathy had stopped messing with these streets and retired years back. Eazy seen his chance, and he took it. They gathered up and went to pay Cathy a visit.
Once they got there they banged on the door. They saw in the blinds that she was running for something, so they kicked the door down. Eazy seen her going for the stairs and told one of his boys to get her. After being drug down the stairs they tied her to a chair. "Karma's a bitch. Huh Cathy?!", Eazy said to he as he looked in her eyes with a hopeless look on his face. "Eat me bitch!!!!", she yelled as she spit in his face. *POW* "You fucked up now bitch.", he says as he punches Cathy in the face. "Watch the door.", he tells one of his boys as he starts to beat Cathy. Throwing punches left and right, hitting Cathy in her jaw. Until her words faded away and blood came out her mouth. *PU* She spit the blood out and looked up at him. She looked him in his eyes. She couldn't speak, but she knew she had to get him one way. As she looked in his eyes she started to think to herself, "You know you're not going to get away with this? You do better off killing me, because if I live your life is over. Shit I should have took your life that day I had it in my possession. Kill me bitch. You're a tough man. Kill me. You can't do it punk. You ain't like me. You will never be like me."
He knew in his mind he couldn't beat her or win. But he was going to damn near try. He wanted her to feel his pain and he wasn't stop until HE felt she did. Cathy getting beat still thinking to herself, "You piece of SHIT. Look at me, you coward, sorry excuse of a man. It's gone cone a time to let me go, and Ohhh when you go your ass is grass." They pain of the hits to the face and ribs covered her. "Cathy this is your only chance.", she thought again. "Make this shit count.", she kept thinking since she didn't speak. Eazy stopped hitting her. No he wasn't finished. Well that's what Cathy thought. She looked in his face and caught eye contact. She didn't say a word. All she did was spit out the blood that filled her mouth that she was choking on. "You ate weak and you know it. Let me go. You might as well let me live.", she thought while looking him in his eyes. It was like he could read her mind.On everything she was thinking. Now all he wanted to do was back down and leave. And that he did.

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Where Will My Soul Go
Teen FictionBeing head in charge sometimes gets you hurt. Street life is not a life for everyone. Sometimes you have to know when to fall back and watch as things fall into place.