Next Morning
New Orleans
Beyoncé Knowles
The sound of one of the the van doors slamming shut, jolts me out of my sleep. I still have this stupid sack over my head, so the darkness that usually runs away when you wake from your sleep still surrounds me. Only when the sack is snatched from my head, do I squint as my eyes try and readjust to this sudden flood of light.
"Get up." I feel a hand wrap roughly around my arm, forcefully pulling me up.
"Ok damn! You ain't even give me a chance to obey." I say snatching my arm out of the hand of the man that was babysitting me the entire ride here. "Always putting your fucking hands on somebody." I mumble.
I walk to the open door and I carefully step out onto the street, only to be met with a hard slap to the face.
"Didn't I tell you not to say shit else unless I give you permission?" This nigga has one more time to fucking hit me. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as the sting from his rough ass hand radiates across my face.
"The only reason I haven't killed you is because David wants your worthless ass alive. We ain't staying here all day, so when we go inside the house, get the diamonds and come the fuck on. Don't even think about trying anything. Not that your good enough to do any damage anyway."
He grabs my elbow and pushes me to start walking up the driveway of my grandmothers house.
"Jay, what you want to do with this shit?" Jay suddenly stops, and gives my babysitter the ugliest look. He lets my elbow go and quickly walks over to the van, punching him in the face.
"Are you fucking stupid! Why the fuck did you say my name you dumb ass nigga!" He continues throwing punches and the babysitter tries fighting him off.
While he and Jay are busy fighting over stupid shit, I wiggle my wrists around to try and stretch out the zip tie a little more. Since they were put on my wrists and on the way here, little by little I have been stretching out the plastic so that I can get it thin enough to snap it completely.
I continue to work the plastic as I silently walk backwards across the lawn towards the back of the house. When I get to the side of the house where I can see them but they can't hear me break out of these, I separate my wrists the way I would if my hands were in a rubber band, and I forcefully drive my arms down, slamming the small space that was made onto my left knee, snapping the zip tie in half.
I quickly look up, seeing them still fighting. I shake my head and I pick up the useless plastic and stuff it in my pocket, that way they won't know I freed myself.
I slowly turn and run to the back door. Since my key to the house is in Houston, I crouch down next to the tall bushes that line the deck, and I flip over one of the big stones that litter their base. I grab the spare key, and I flip the rock back over.
"Where the fuck did she go!" Shit!
Before I have time to get to the door, I hear Jay and the babysitter coming around both sides of the house. I stay in my crouched position, watching them walk slowly towards my direction with their guns up and alert. Through the bushes, I watch as Jay silently signals babysitter to continue to look in my direction. He nods and continues to walk towards me while Jay heads towards the shed, in the opposite direction.
Jay really fucked babysitter up. To my complete advantage, his left eye is swollen completely shut, taking away his ability to use his peripheral vision for that eye. Quickly, I grab the stone the spare key was under and I grip it tightly in my hand, waiting for him to ascend the three short steps of the deck. I look through the bushes to see Jay heading into the shed. Perfect.
