Rescue Me

Chapter 6.

Bahja's POV.

"Where are we going?" I huffed as I pulled on my seatbelt. "Just shut up, and don't get out the car when we get there." Kaleb instructed as he entered his key. By his serious tone, I knew I was being dragged along with him so he could sell. As we pulled off, I glanced at the backseat of the car. Guns. Loads and loads of guns. I gulped, letting all my fear go down my throat. All these guns in the car... Kaleb won't hesitate to kill me of I do something wrong. I'm guessing. He's brutally beaten me several times, going over the edge. I could've died then. Why'd I have to come with him though? This is some bullshit. I groaned and pulled out my phone.

I was beginning to fall asleep, right up until the car slowed down. I fluttered open my eyes, to see we were pulling up to a trap house. I sighed as he parked and unbuckled his seatbelt. "How long is this gonna take?" I whined. "As long as it takes." He said sarcastically. I discreetly rolled my eyes. "Just stay here." He said before getting out the car. I rolled my eyes discreetly, as he walked inside the broken down house. I looked around, cautiously. There were a few gangs around and they were staring. I glanced across the street and there was another gang watching me. I cleared my throat, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. As one of the gangs approached the car, I rolled up the window and made sure to lock the door. I shut my eyes tightly, and crossed my fingers. I heard a light tap on the window, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I slowly opened my eyes, to see a tall man with dreads. I couldn't really see him very well according to how dark it was. I was more then scared. I was frightened. Infact, I think I peed my pants a little bit.

"Roll the window down." He demanded. Without putting thought into it, I quickly rolled the window down. You can't hesitate with these gang members. They'll kill you with no hesitation, thought, or heart. I swallowed, as he grinned when the window came all the way down. "What's your name?" He licked his lips. His breath. It stunk so bad. Like weed, and garbage. "I'm Bahja." I tried not to sound intimidated. "Hmm. You cute ma'." He whispered in my ear. I shivered a bit, from fright. I looks through the rear view and saw Kaleb making his way back to the car. I know Kaleb will protect me. He might be abusive but he'd never let someone else do anything to me. Knowing that Kaleb would see, I pushed the man off of me. "Get away!" I shouted. Kaleb saw and made his way over faster, shoving the man. "Ay! Stay away from her!!" He screamed on his face. "Nigga, who are you!?" The other man knotted his eyebrows. "Kaleb. And if you touch my girl again, I'll blow your fucking brains out." He clenched his jaw, holding a gun up to the side of the mans' head. The man threw his hands up, letting Kaleb know he surrenders. I watched as he walked away, and Kaleb got in the car.

I tapped my nails against the screen of my phone, out of boredom and inpatients. I had been sitting here for 20 minutes, doing nothing. I'm just waiting for something interesting to happen in my life, because right now, my life is one humiliating mess. The door knob on the front door twisted, and in walked Jordyn. She caught sight of me and rolled her eyes. "Where's Kaleb?" She slipped out of her Nike slides. "Out selling." I replied. I still don't like this hoe, she annoyed the hell out of me. "What are you doing?" She knotted her eyebrows, and placed her things on the coffee table. She flopped down on the couch and kicked her feet up. I stared at her in disbelief. Who puts their feet on a coffee table? That shit is disrespectful. "Nothing, obviously." I finally answered. She laughed. "Just wait until I tell Kaleb your not cleaning up. He's gonna whoop that ass." She smirked. I stood up and walked over to her. "I don't like you." I snarled at her. "Fine by me." Her shoulders slumped, and she grabbed the remote. I scoffed.

Once I opened the front door, the cold air hit my face briskly, causing my cheeks to feel like ice. I strolled out of the driveway and onto the sidewalk. Once I come out into these streets, I become one of the bums on the streets. I don't care though. I began on my walk, not really paying much attention to where I was going. I kicked a few empty soda cans in the street, and a few small pebbles. I dug my hands into my deep jacket pockets and looked up at the street sign. It read 'Peach St.' That's typical. I looked around at a few people. There were groups of men gambling, and selling. And a few girls selling themselves out to them. I knotted my eyebrows. I then sighed when I came to the realization that I had reached a whole different neighborhood. A dangerous one at that.

"Aye ma'!" One of the men called out to me. He was a light skin tall guy; around 5'9. He had shoulder length brown dreads, and a tattoo under his eye. A tear drop. Typical. I've seen men with the exact same tattoo. They've all been involved in gangs. I tensed up as he approached me, leaving his group to their business. "W-What do you want?" I stepped back a bit. "Wassup?" He slightly lifted up his shirt, letting me know he was packing. He was also letting me know, that if refuse, he won't hesitate to shoot me. "Wanna hang?" He smiled. Even though it came out as a question, he wasn't asking, he was telling. I had no choice, so I nodded.

I became a little afraid as he stared at me a little closer. "Do I know you?" I glared at him. "I don't think so." I shook my head. "Yeah, yeah! You were that girl in the car last night while Kaleb made a drop!" He nodded. I shut my eyes tightly, and a tear fell between my eyelids. "You thought you were tough huh?" He chuckled. "Bahja." He smiled. I was shocked he remembered my name. "You're coming with me." He grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me inside the trap house.

ZONNIQUE'S POV

I was at lunch sitting with Bre. We were just talking and such. I'm now 1 month pregnant but I'm barley showing. Yes, it hurts. It hurts that I'm only 17, and I'm pregnant. It hurts that I have no boyfriend to support me. It hurts that my mother, my father, and my Mamaw don't support me either. The only person I trust is Bre. "I hate this." I mumbled while resting my head on my hand. "What's the matter?" Bre asked me. "Do I even have to answer?" I looked up at her and raised my eyebrow. "These mood swings man." Bre mumbled under her breath. "I can't help it, Bre. Sorry." I sighed and picked up a chicken tender from my tray. "I wonder how Bahja is doing?" I muttered. "Man, fuck her!" Bre ranted. "She left us! She betrayed us for some deadbeat nigga! She doesn't mean anything to me anymore. If anything, I hate her with all my might." Bre shrugged. "You're right." I sighed. But feel down inside, I do feel bad for Bahja. And I miss her.

BAHJA'S POV

He dragged me into the house, and sat me down at a table. He sat across from me, and I let out a sigh of relief. He put his hands on the table and smiled at me. "I-I thought you were gonna, rape me or something." I stammered. I hope I didn't just give him an idea. "What? No!" He laughed. "I just wanna ask you some questions." He pulled out his gun and placed it on the table. I swallowed a lump in my throat, and pulled my chair up. "About what?" I asked him. He grinned. "So. You know Kaleb?" He twisted his lips to the side. "Y-yes." I sighed. "You do huh?" He raised his left eyebrow. "Listen, if you're after him or whatever, I'm not a drug dealer. I'm not associated with him and his crimes. I don't want anything to do with this." I cried. "But you do know him right?" He gritted his teeth. "Yes but-" "But nothing!" He slammed his pistol down. "He deserves to die." He grinned and picked his gun up. "And since he's not here, I guess I'll have to kill you." He pulled the trigger.