GUILT

Chapter 20

     Picture frames and vases began to fall off the shelves. Soon, the lock on the door began to jiggle and become loose. The door also began to come off of the sliding track. Shay moved down further towards the lock and bumped super hard against it, causing the door hinges to bend. The door broke open and Shay saw Chantelle tied up with her pants and underwear down, and JT getting up, grabbing the gun. Shay immediately tried to run up on JT but he aimed the gun at her and fired shots. Shay dogged the bullets and crawled to the sink counter to pick up a knife. JT grabbed Chantelle and untied the belt around her wrists, then told her to pull up her pants while he had the gun aimed at Shay. Chantelle bent down to pull up her pants, then used her elbow to punch him in his stomach and then used her fist to punch him in the face. Shay ran up on him and stabbed him in the side with the knife. While he focused on the wound, Chantelle reached for the gun in his hand but it fell towards the ground. Both Chantelle and JT dived to ground and wrestled for the gun. JT fell on top of her to slow her down while she continued to crawl for it. Shay tried to get him off of Chantelle but he ended up kicking her in the face, which cause her to fall back and hit her head on the side of the bar stool. JT's body covered Chantelle's and he used his strength to grab her by the neck while she continued to reach for the gun but it didn't work. JT grabbed the gun and aimed it at the back of her head. 

     Shay rolled over half conscious and saw the terrible scene. She staggered with her back against the counter to try to save her. JT told Chantelle to move and leave the house. Shay fell to the ground as the two left out the front door. Shay crawled towards the door and reached for her phone that was in her bag and quickly dialed Devin's number.

     She had tears from her eyes while he picked up the phone, "Devin, help! JT just kidnapped Chantelle."

     "Shay. Hold on, pause. What?!," Devin said in shock.

     "I came over to her place and he came over, held me and her at gunpoint. Devin you gotta do something, I don't no where he took her. Help!"

     "Shay, where you at now? Are you still over there?"

     "Yes. He kicked me in the face and I'm not all there consciously right now because I hit my head. Devin please come."

     "Shay, baby, hang on. I'm coming." Devin hung up the phone and called Trae to tell him the horrible news.

     The two of them rushed over to Chantelle's house and found Shay laid out with blood dripping from the side of her head. Devin picked her up and placed her on the sofa while Trae ran and grabbed some damped rags from the bathroom. Shay's eyes weren't completely open, but she was responsive enough to tell them what had happen.

     Devin had tears forming in his eyes because of seeing Shay in pain. "Can you try to explain to us, exactly what happened," he asked placing his hands up to his face.

     "I was here, and JT came and Chantelle told me that they were going to talk in private so I left them alone. I didn't want to but I followed her orders. About twenty minutes later, I heard something unusual, like her screaming but it sounded covered. So I ran towards the kitchen and the doors were locked and I kept hearing her scream."

     Trae got up in rage and started punching the broken door that was leaning in the kitchen.

     "Bro, bro, chill man. C'mon, I know it hurts but we need to know what happened," Devin said trying to console Trae.

     Trae chilled out but he kept standing next to the kitchen with his back against the wall. He noticed the bullet holes that were in the door.

     "What happened next Shay," Devin said.

     Tears started streaming down Shay's face. "I don't want to say, but when I busted down the door--."

     "Fuck. Shay, what the hell did you see?" Trae asked, clinching his jaw and balling up his fist. "Did he touch her?"

     Devin stared at how broken she looked. Then she nodded her head, "Her pants were down to her ankles."

     The room was silent while Shay's sobs filled the air. Devin looked over at Trae that looked like he wanted to cause damage to anything in his way.

     "I want him dead," Trae said as the vein on the side of his head popped out.

     "Bro, you gotta be careful. I understand but having you in the slammer ain't going to be worth it behind that nigga. We gotta do something but we gotta be careful."

     Trae shook his head and said nothing.

     Shay continued to wipe the blood from her head and continued crying.

     "Shay, we got this. Don't worry," Devin said.

     "It's not just that," she said looking up at Trae.

      "Is it something else," Devin asked looking puzzled.

      "It's not my place to say it, but," she took a deep breath, "Chantelle is pregnant Trae."

      Trae's heart skipped a beat and he fell to the floor. Devin rushed over to him and propped him up against the back of the sofa. "Trae, you good bro?"

      Trae opened his eyes and put his hand across his chest. "Chantelle's what?" 

     "Remember when she got sick at your house? We went to the doctor this morning and got the results," Shay said sitting up, fully conscious now.

     Devin looked over at Trae, "You good bro?"

    "Hell no, my future is in trouble and she's carrying my child," Trae frowned.

    "So, what the business is," Devin asked.

    Trae sat on the couch and pulled out his phone to call his uncle. "Unc, I need you to do me a huge favor." Trae told his uncle the entire situation, ensuring him to not let his mom know and that he'd tell her on his own. 

    "My uncle is calling his brothers and three of my other cousins to be ready whenever we're on the move."

    "So we packing," Devin asked.

    "Hell yeah, we going back to my place first."

    "I'm coming too," Shay raised up.

    "The hell you not. You need to stay here and rest," Trae said.

    "The fuck? That's my fucking bestfriend, I'm coming!"

    Trae smacked his teeth and looked over at Devin.

    "Let her come bro, just keep her in the back."

    "Alright, c'mon."