What Doesn't Kill Me...

Chapt. 50 - Taj

Ugh where am I?!

I wiggled around with my hands and feet tied together. I can feel the bumpiness of the road so I know Im in a car but where am I going?

There's something wrapped around my head covering my eyes. It must be night time, I can see no lights or nothing just pitch black.

"You alright back there? Finally woke up?" I heard the chuckles of voices I know. My ex Tara and her homie Chinx (picture at the top).

"Really Tara? The fuck going on? Where yall taking me?" I heard Chinx suck her teeth. "We just trying to get paid lil bit, that's all. You know we love you." I felt my emotions rising. "Sure got a fucked up way of showing it yo." I felt my arms cramping up behind my back, this some bullshit. "Don't worry lil bit, you slept the whole ride, we bout to pull up."

All I could do was worry. Even though I could be headed towards my death Im just worried about my brother but I know he's flipping shit worried about me. Everything is just fucked up.

I felt the car stop and doors open before I felt hands grab me and carry me. "Let him know T and Chinx here." I stood there for a minute before I felt hands roughly roam my body. "Im clean." "Bitch did I ask if you was fucking clean? Take ha ass in." I was basically dragged in and down what seemed to be a long hallway. "Aye O, we here !"

O?
Omar?!

My blindfold was taken off my head but my arms and legs were still tied while Chinx held me up. Omar walked in with a smirk on his face. "You tried to run from me darling." He sat on the corner of his desk and glared at me. "You ate cause of my club.. You had a job cause of me, Passion. Why would you run?" I stood there trying to keep myself together. "Im sorry about what happen to your mother... I also apologize for what's going to happen to your brother and for what I did to your father."

Tears ran down my face as Chinx tightened her grip on my arm. "You killed my father?" I bit my lip in anger. "My brother gone fuck you up." His hand went across my face before I knew it. The tears continued and stung as every tear fell. "Bitch yo brother gotta get to me first ! I got so many niggas after him he lucky he made it to today." I spit blood across the floor onto his shoe.

The fuck was I thinking? My body ached in pain as that same shoe repeatedly stomped and kicked me.

God help me !!

As I was dragged across the floor I blacked out. Body full of pain, clothes covered in blood. I couldn't protect my head or anything. I just had to take it and pray. I know my brother coming to get me, he'll die trying.

Come on Quan !