Amira
I was tired of crying. Why did God make my life so hard? Why was I always the one suffering when I was nothing but nice to others? My life wasn't the worse but I just couldn't fathom what did I ever do to deserve this?
My throat was so dry it felt scratchy. I felt starved and hunger pains in my stomachs
I was starting to accept that my unborn child would never see a day of life and I wouldn't live another day either. My lip was swollen and aching. Every inch of my skin was bruised it felt. Purple and red spots decorated my skin like Christmas lights.
I held my head into my chest. Whimpering.
Where was the people who claimed to love me? I was desperate to be rescued. Saved. I felt like I was waiting on Prince Charming but he was never coming. Ivory. AK. My parents. Even Denim and Jaimie came to mind. I knew Ivory won his fight. I hoped he came back home. That somehow he was aware of this
my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach when Boss called my father. Hope ran through me like wildfire. My father really was never a dad to me but seeing his face that mirrored mines made me hopeful
"I told you not to contact me anymore. I don't negotiate with criminals. Your son was menace to society" my father voice boomed from the tablet. I could see him on FaceTime even though his eyes were glued to Boss
"And your daughter is going to die by those exact words. You should've thought more about how you not following our agreement would affect you. Look how the tables have turned? Now I have your child destiny in my hands. Hmmmm. What should I do with her? Have my goons gang rape her? Beat her to death? Or just put a bullet in between her eyes?" Boss rubbed his chin hairs and his tone was void of emotion. He meant what he said.
I could see Hassan, Mo boyfriend or whoever he was grilling me so hard it felt like my skin would break
"Don't touch her! I can't reverse what's already happened with your son. But she's incconent in this! She didn't do anything!"
" $500,000 wired will make me change my mind. Untraceable. You have 24 hours. For now Im about to get this film started. I'm sure you seen her mini sex tape clip. To get contract started she need more time than a few seconds clip then what's all over the web. So we bout to make it happen here"
I looked up at him and the four men in panic with ski masks on and at The cameras set up everywhere. The red silk sheet king mattress that mimicked Ivory's from the video. I stopped my silent crying in that instant. Watching men grope themselves like I was nothing but meat
"What? No she has to be unharmed! And if I give you the money how I know you really will let her go? Please just be lenient. she don't have nothing to do with this. She doesn't deserve to be violated! I'm so sorry Amira. I hope you can hear me. I haven't been the best father throughout these years but I love you. And I'm so so sorry" my father had tears in his eyes falling down his freckled brown face
Boss laughed. "You just gotta trust me the same way I trusted you. You better come through or she's dead. I'll drop her off right at the Marriott downtown on holiday st" he grinned. He hung up on my father and turned to look at me
"I got Ricky from the hood. He's dark skinned with dreads. Gotta make this shit believable. Your a cash cow sweetheart. And with my demands already given to Ivory I'll be making a lot of money off you" he winked at me and it made my skin crawl. He reminded me so much of fat Joe just more muscular
"Nah I watched highlights of his fight. That nigga cut his hair off. Why can't we all just fuck her?" Hassan who had this connection with Mo spoke up.
"You don't even look like Ivory in the least Nigga. Maybe in between takes you can get some actions Ricky you gotta get ya shit cut real quick. And I need her bruises covered. I got carried away earlier beating her skinny ass up when my son called me telling me Niggas taxing him over the jail. All because of her Daddy stupid ass" he scoffed
I rather get beaten any day then raped. No matter how brutal Boss punches were. After we left Vivid meeting they said they needed at least 15 minutes of a video to make big sales. I couldn't believe I was in this predicament. I thought of how Boss son was snapping on the phone of how poorly he was being treated in jail and the frustration and anger Boss felt he took out on me.
Nobody touched me since Hassan had orally violated me but even still I was starting to wish death upon myself
Knock! Knock!
"Who is it?" Hassan asked peering out the doorhole
"It's me Nigga! Open up!" The woman shouted from behind the door
We weren't in the hotel anymore. I was in the basement of someone house. Whose I didn't know or care. I just wanted to be free
"Y'all niggas just inviting people here ?" Boss gritted his teeth giving his workers the Death Stare
"Nah we didn't" Ricky the one who barely favored Ivory spoke. They shared the same build and ebony skin but that was about it.
When he opened the door and I saw Mo wearing a sweatsuit and hair braided in long plaits she smirked at me
Unbelievable. I was at a loss of words. Maybe I was dreaming.
"Ma?" I asked confused
She walked over to Boss and he pulled her into him by the waist
They tounge kissed eachother and it made me sick to my stomach. Her skin was clear and she gained weight. For the first time in years I was seeing my mother not doped up
"Amira you just don't know how much your worth baby. Ivorys going pay, your daddy going pay. Vivid going pay. And the hefty life insurance policy. Your a walking money bag daughter. It's been so long since I've seen you. I went to rehab and been clean since. But I'm ready to live the life I've always deserved. Rich and fabulous"
