Hood Math (HDLY#4)

chapter seventeen

Train's eyes opened slightly. All he felt was a massive headache like he had drunk too much Hennessy and bumped his head off the sidewalk. Damn he never forget that Friday night. That was the night he...

"Ughhhhhh...."

Train moved his head slightly. Now it felt like every inch of him hurt and he felt paralyzed. He couldn't move his arms and his nose was starting to itch.

He started wiggling but he still couldn't move. His eyes still wasn't fully open. He saw blurs of light every time his eyelids inched up. He also felt wetness on his neck and something was leaking from his head as he caught a glimpse of something watery drip past his left eye and run down his cheek.

His eyes opened more and now he knew he was in a room of some sort. He tries to move his arms but they felt held down and behind him. He knew this feeling because he had it before. It was when a girl he knew read this book called Fifty Shades of Grey and wanted to try something new. She blindfolded him and told him to sit in a chair. Then she placed his hands behind his back and cuffed him. Train had remembered going ballistics because he hated the feeling of not being able to control his movements. The female had told him to relax but Train told her a little not so polite that if she didn't remove those handcuffs and blindfold when he did get out it wouldn't be pretty. The woman complied and unlocked Train and removed his blindfold. When he saw all the stuff she had placed on the bed like whips, ball gag, some sort of mechanism that was supposed to clamp to Mister Fantastic and his two sidekicks, Train knew the lady was crazy. "Listen I don't know what Shade of Grey that shit is," Train remembered telling her before he bolted out of the door. "But this shade of chocolate ain't with it."

Now he felt like he was back in the same situation but he had a feeling it wasn't because something freaky was about to happen. Well, then again, he didn't know what was going on.

He was able to move his head a little bit more and saw Tamel in the same predicament, tied up in a chair all bruised up, next to him. Tamel's head was hanging low into his chest and his eyes were still closed. Train saw some liquid drip from Tamel's mouth. Train felt disgusted. His damn brother was drooling and he swear he heard that motherfucker was snoring like it was naptime at school.

Train strained to move his head again. It hurt to do so but he needed to get his bearings. He knew he was some sort of room but there was nothing but a hanging light above him and the rest of the room was draped in darkness.

"Gunnnnk!" Train heard Tamel snorted.

Train heard someone talking in the darkness then the words, "he awake".

Then he heard clapping.

"Look who's up from his nap," Train heard a strong baritone voice say then footsteps.

The clapping made Tamel snap his head and his eyes shot wide open. The last bit of drool escaped Tamel's lips and landed on his jeans.

Trains saw two figures emerge from the darkness. One looked like an older version of that Detective Street guy and the other one looked like he could be related to the baritone man and wearing a police uniform.

"Look man, if you're going to do the torture thing, just do my favor and don't twist my nipples, I'm sensitive," Train said.

The baritone man laughed. "My brother said you was a funny man. I'm glad you still got your sense of humor."

"I like to think I have a sense of realism but that works too," Train replied back. "Hey, you never read that book Fifty Shades of Grey because I don't..."