Hidden (Urban Story)

Chapter 19

                                                                    SEXUAL CONTENT!!! 

Quinton

I woke up feeling like a 40lb weight had fallen on my head. I roused slowly and tried to open my eyes with no luck. My eyelashes were matted together making an impossible situation. I tried to raise my hand to rub my eyes, only to realize that I couldn't. What the fuck? I tried pulling on my hands again and as if to confirm my suspicions my hands were shackled up and extended out like Jesus was on the cross. I started to have a little panick attack at the fact that I couldn't move. I still attempted to pry my eyes open and when I finally did my vision was blurred. Everything was so hazy. I tried to take in my surroundings as best as I could. I noticed the concrete walls first. I would assume I was either in a basement or in a warehouse. I kept looking around and I noticed two lawn chairs facing in my direction but they were vacant. The room was very bare. Besides the dim light that illuminated a bit of the room everything else looked charcol grey. I turned my head to the right and I noticed a steel door that I would guess led out to the rest of this place. I continued looking around and I noticed a little tray like the ones they have in the dentist offices located by my feet with a bunch of little implements like scissors, a hammer, rubbing alcohol, a little flame torch, needles and tiny bottles filled with clear liquids. This shit looked like a bunch of torturous crap. Ahh fuck, it looks like I'm the new muthafucka in the Saw movies. I was completely immobile. I coudn't move anything but my head and that shit terrified me. That left me open and vulnerable. Not only that but this stupid muthafucka removed everything on me except my boxers. This was not looking good for me, but all I could do was stay calm. I will never let anyone see the fear in me.

I heard the sound of two male voices outside of the door. I strained my ears a little bit to listen to if I knew any of the voice but I didn't. I heard keys jingle and shortly after the door creaking open.

"Well look who's finally awake." I heard as the sound of footsteps approached me. I strained my neck to see the person who was speaking. I didn't recognize the face and the man didn't look like he was running shit around here. I kissed my teeth and settled back into my uncomfortable situation.

"Are you trying to cop an attitude with me like a little bitch?" The man said with humour lacing his voice.

"Nigga who the fuck are you? Gon' somewhere with all your bullshit. Ain't nobody tryna hear you speak right now." I said getting pissed.

"Do you really wanna piss me off when you're in the predicament that you're in? Because I will make sure I cut your dick off and shove that shit down your fucking throat. Don't fuck with me little boy." The man said approaching me and squeezing my throat in a death grip. Despite the situation I was in I started laughing. How is this man gunna try and intimidate me? I've been apart of these streets since I was 10, I've been running shit since I was 16. There's nothing I haven't seen, pain I haven't felt or people who think they can fuck with me. I've seen it all and I've done it all.

"Nigga, if you don't get the fuck off me and send in the nigga I wanna see." I threatened. The man laughed.

"Do you really think you gon' do something when you're in the position that you're in? Nigga if I were you I'd lay there and shut up." He said as he let go of my throat and backed up. I looked towards the door as I noticed someone else was entering. Shortly after the person who I wanted to see and the person I didn't think I'd ever see again walked through the door. I stared at the two of them in shock. I turned my head to the sound of laughter coming from Diablo.

"Well it looks like you were wrong Big P, it looks like your son remembers you just fine." Diablos words confirmed what I had originally thought. But how is it possible. I didn't fully register to me. That nigga has been dead since jump street. You don't just crawl out your grave. He ain't Jesus!