Whip's Whisper

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Jennifer's pov

  I hit the wheel with all of my aggression. All day I've had people bothering me and following me around and now SNOOPING IN MY FUCKING HOUSE? I screamed knowing no one can hear me.
  I quickly got out of the car and jogged upstairs. I looked at the boxes in my room and flared even more once I saw that they were tampered with. I left and went to the play room, opening the door and seeing Tristan asleep on the bed. I immediately calmed as I approached him, touching his body. I got the camera and snapped another photo of him. This one was for me.

   I took a shower, cooling myself off so that I could think. I needed a plan and that plan began brewing up in my mind as soon as the water touched me.
I returned to my room and dressed in a black bodysuit and black boots. I placed a stocking cap over my hair and threw a black mask on. It only revealed my eyes. I popped in black eye contacts and put on black latex gloves.
  I got Patricia's phone and called, Jackiel. He was the one that took care of getting me in and out of places. He immediately answered. "Jack, I need a favor."

**

   I changed once I was at the apartments. I now wore a skimpy pink transparent bra and matching pink flare skirt and long white socks. My hair was secured beneath a black wig.
  I was being bought into apartment and tossed onto a couch. The air smelled of alcohol and marijuana.
"This one pretty as fuck", said one of the men who towered over me. His name was Gonzalez and he along with the others in the room trafficked and raped women. This was sort of a personal mission and I promised myself that I would take care of it. It was now or never.
"Look at that body...shit", spoke Kymani squeezing my breasts. To them I was strung out as you can tell from the marks on my forearm.
"Im gon enjoy giving you this dick", Gonzalez whispers to me. He shouted something in spanish and the others left the room. He quickly began unbuckling his jeans and I waited for the right time before stabbing him in his neck. Some of his blood spewed on my face before I could toss him aside. I just knew I severed a vein.

"Fuck-fucking bitch", he gurgled. I got my star from his neck and took a deep breath, waiting for them to enter the room. I took the wig off and fixated the mask over my face.
The door burst open and I immediately threw my star into the face of Kymani. His AK dropped before him and I sprinted to pick up the weapon.
  The others began shooting at me but missed. I moved to the side of the doorway then once they stopped to reload, I shot blindly down the hallway. I didn't even peak. Once the bullets were wasted, I dropped the weapon and took a deep breath.
  With a force, my balled fist slammed into the esophagus of a man running into the room and I grabbed his uzi. I cocked it as he gurgled and began shooting blindly once again. I caught a few of them.
   I heard footsteps rapidly approaching behind me and ducked, dropping the gun and spinning around. I balled my fist and smashed them against 3 major places: his chest, esophagus and larynx. He dropped wheezing.
  I exhaled and picked up a handgun then inhaled again, kicking down the first door down the hall. The three people froze. One of the girls quickly hid under the covers beside this big grizzly looking man.
"Yo who is this bi-"
  I shot him twice before he could finish then finished off his friend who fought to get his gun out. I dropped my current handgun and picked up another. "Go", I told the girl and she didn't hesitate.

10 down.

  I kicked down the second door and it was a room full of women and girls who all gasped in fear when they saw me. I mean thats fair. I didn't exactly look like their savior. "There's probably money somewhere. If you can find it, take it and start a new life. And never look back", I spoke to them. One by one they began leaving.
  Immediately after the last girl left, gunshots began rioting down the hall. I dropped to my knees and calmed my breathing then held my breath. I waited a long minute before I took my shot. I missed because he dodged it and my weapon was slapped out of my hand.
  Without getting up I swept his leg, watching him fall. I got his gun and pointed it at him, pulling the trigger. Nothing happened. He began to laugh as I got up.
  I looked down at him in disgust. His tatted neck, dark lips, that scar across his nose bridge, oh he deserves exactly what he got coming. With all of my might, I placed a foot on his Adam's apple and pressed until I felt the snap.
The sirens in the distance bought me back to life. My work here was done...well 3/4 done.
  I went into the bathroom and after stripping, crawled out of the window with the clothes in my hand. I quickly fit into my leotard and black boots once again. Because I blended into the night, the police completely ignored me standing behind a tree. Or maybe they didn't see me? Either way I was glad that they didn't.
  I closed my eyes and tried regulating my breath, holding back the dam of tears that wished to flow at this very moment. I felt like I did something amazing tonight. I held my breath again and after looking around to make sure that I wasn't spotted, I stealthy crept into my car.

   I breathed freely as I stumbled into the bathroom. Tristan started following me from downstairs asking me questions like if I was ok and why was there blood on my face. I shook my head heaving from the pain rippling from my stomach.
  I sat on the toilet and pulled the leotard down finally revealing the wound. I heaved heavily from the pain.
"F-fuck", I groaned taking the mask completely off of my head. I was sweating heavily.
"Shit you need to go to the hospital", Tristan suggested and I shook my head, pointing to the cabinet and trying to ignore the gushing blood coming out of me.
  He quickly pulled the handle and took out the large medical kit. I opened it and looking-more like feeling around for the tweezers and lighter. My breathing quickened and I struggled to stay away from the black spots surrounding my vision while lighting the tweezers.
  I placed it into the wound, holding in a scream as I fished around for the bullet. I pulled it out and breathed a breath of relief. This wasn't even the hard part.
  My hands trembled as I got the gauze and a mini bottle of gin. I looked at Tristan who watched me. There was so much emotions in his face at the moment.
"You ok?" I asked him.
"I should be asking you that", he replied to me. I chuckled before throwing the gin back in my throat. It tasted disgusting. I got the other mini bottle and placed gauze between my teeth. I screamed as soon as the liquid touched my wound. I cried although it was muffled and dropped the bottle of gin nearly passing out. I dropped from the seat and onto the floor, breathing becoming more heavier. The sweat on my forehead dripped onto my body.
"The kit", I managed to tell Tristan. He didnt miss a beat. I got two needles out of the packet and injected one into an Iv pack.
"Tristan I'll need your help", I told him grabbing his hand. He shook his head. "If you dont help me Im going to die." He hesitated before nodding.
"Im gonna need you to sew me up."
"Jen I ca-"
"You have to!"
  I got the other needle and injected it into a tube of anesthetics then without hesitating, sticking it into my neck. "A-a...attach the IV to my wrist a-a-and...keep...it......up-upwa-" I was out before I even finished the sentence.

**

I thought I was dead.

I thought Tristan failed then I lost too much blood and died.

   That's honestly what I thought until I opened my eyes and Tristan was right beside me on the bed. I looked down and the stitched and touched them which seemed to have woken Tristan up.

"You stopped breathing", were his first words, and there was pure evidence in his voice that he had been crying. I didn't know what to say. "It was good and then it just...stopped. I thought I lost you."
  I couldn't help but to cry a little whiles listening to him. 'So I did die' was all running through my mind. It pains me that I put Tristan through that experience.
"I'm sorry", I whispered and Tristan sat up, looking directly at me. His eyes were red.
"It made me realize that-that I just dont know what I'd do if I lost you", he stated brushing his hair back. "Please don't ever do that to me again."
"I promise", I answered softly. My throat was extremely dry. I slowly got to my feet sucking up the pain skyrocketing through my stomach. Even my legs hurt. I opened the drawer in search of painkillers and groaned when I found none.
"Shit", I exclaimed.
"What?"
"No painkillers", I answered looking at his face. His eyelashes looked so pretty when they were moist.
"Lay down, I'll go down to the store and get them for you", He offered. I started shaking my head but deep down, we both knew it didn't change his decision.
"I have a specific preference so, here: take this phone and call me once you're at the store", I say handing him the phone that I hid under my pillow. I took out the other and placed it on my chest with a smile.
"Alright baby, dont move a muscle ok? I'll be right back", He kissed my forehead and grabbed my keys on the dresser disappearing down the stairs.
   I sighed once I heard the front door close.