Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Seven

Tori

“So what you gonna do?” I asked after sitting in the hospital for hours. The sun was now out and I hadn’t been home since I left earlier. “I don’t know, man,” Tokyo said as she sat beside Pernel’s dog ass. She had the nerve to be crying and holding his hand. Though I never wished anything bad on anyone, he had this coming. Nigga stuck his dick in everything with a vagina attached to it. Hell, he probably was fucking with punks too at the rate he was going. “Will he be a vegetable if he lives?” I asked as I flipped the channel to the TV. “They saying he’ll be paralyzed from the neck down. But then again… they say he might not. It’s just the waiting game now,” she said as tears began to fall from her eyes. I rushed to her side and held her. “Everything will be okay, sis. I got you… promise.” After I had kissed her on the forehead, my phone began to buzz. I had it on vibrate because I wasn’t even supposed to have it up there. But I had a son, so fuck them. “Yes, baby?” I answered when I saw that it was King. “Baby, where you at?!” It was a lot of commotion in the background. “Still up here with Tokyo and Pernel. Why? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Get home right now! Some shit just went down, and shit ’bout to get crazy!” He hung up the phone. “What happened?” Tokyo asked as she rose up and put her jacket back on. “I don’t know, but I have to go. Will you be okay here? I’ll be back later,” I said, rushing to the door. “Nah, fuck that. I’m coming with you,” she said as she kissed Pernel and walked behind me. “It’s okay, sis. I don’t want you to miss anything. Just stay here,” I said, patting her on the hand. As I walked into the hallway, I had to pinch myself to make sure that all of this was really happening. I couldn’t run to my car fast enough. Hell, I almost tore up the parking lot trying to get out of there. My house wasn’t far from Parkland, but it felt like I was on my way to Africa. On top of that, I kept getting caught at red lights. “Come on!” I yelled out the window at the car in front of me. The arrow was green for us to go left, but she wanted to take all day. One more second and I was about to ram into her car. Finally, she went, but she drove really slow so I swerved around her and felt bad when I saw that it was an older lady. I put my hand over my mouth and let my window right back up. After what seemed like forever, I finally pulled up to my place, only to find it infested with police and DEA agents. I couldn’t even park my car in the driveway. Had to go all the way down the street and run my ass back home. Before I could step on the grass, an agent put his

hands out to stop me. “Ma’am, no one is allowed inside. It’s a crime scene.” I pushed his hand aside and told him that I was the owner of the house. Before he could catch up to me, I had already ran into the house and saw the blood splattered all over my walls. I was trying to figure out what the hell happened. There were police everywhere. All I could think about was my son. That’s when I heard him yell my name. Pushing past everyone, I finally made it to his room where he sat with a social worker. “Are you the owner of this house? Tori ?” a detective asked me. “Yes, who wants to know? Where is my man?” I asked, looking around. “Outside in the back of the squad car. We were waiting for you to come and get your son before we went any further,” he said as he nodded for me to step into the kitchen. “Somebody want to tell me what the fuck happened?” I asked. “An intruder broke into your house earlier this morning and tried to rob you guys, so your boyfriend killed him.” I rolled my eyes and snapped my neck. “So why in the hell is he being detained?” I asked, pointing outside. “Because as we were conducting our investigation, we found this,” he said, showing me a half of a brick of cocaine and two pounds of marijuana.

“What’s that?” I asked, knowing exactly what it was. “Did you know that this was in your attic?” He asked as he pulled his hands over his gray hair that looked like a skunk. “What the fuck were y’all doing in our mothafucking attic? Hell nah, I didn’t know it was up there!” Frustration filled my heart. He smirked like I was lying, but he had no proof. Fuck him and his overlapped ass belly. Looking like a slob. “Before we go any further, we need to show you the victim to see if you know who he is.” “Y’all still have him here?” I asked, following the detective to my bedroom. King and the intruder must have been fighting or something because blood was all over my house, and I was mad about it. “Yes. Is there a reason you left right before he came?” the detective asked as he stopped, turned around and looked me in my eyes. “Are you trying to say that I set this up?” “Well… do you have an alibi?” “Sure do. My sister’s boyfriend was shot and I rushed her to Parkland. My name is on the list, and I’m sure I’m on all of the cameras,” I said with much attitude. I’m positive that I saw him cringe because he wanted to haul my ass downtown too. My little yellow ass talked a lot of shit to be so small, and I could admit

that. Finally, he resumed walking and led me to the victim. I almost choked when I saw who it was. This was no robbery. “Is everything okay?” the detective asked. “Yes. Everything is fine,” I lied. What in the hell is he doing here? How did he know where I live? This is no coincidence. “We were hoping that you could identify him before we took him to the morgue,” he said as he took off his gloves. “No. I’ve never seen this man before in my life,” I lied as I looked into the dead eyes of my baby daddy. My real baby daddy.