Thou Shall Hold No Grudge

Chapter 2

“What’re you gonna do? Kill me? You’re gonna kill me Deja?!”

“Stop  . . .  calling me that!” My hands shook with the heavy gun pointed at the man in front of me.

“Shoot me.” He taunts, grabbing my hand and pressing the gun onto his chest.

I shook my head, tears running down my face.

“Shoot me!”

“I can’t, I can’t.” I drop to my knees, sobbing. I felt disgusted with myself, the crying, the weakness. I asked him for this . . .  I wanted his help and I couldn’t even do it.

“You’re gonna have to get up Dej, ain’t nobody gonna give you time to cry when they’re looking to beat your ass.” And with that his hands were on my hips, lifting me off the ground.

“You look these people in their eyes D, and you don’t fold, you don’t cry baby girl, you just shoot em cause ain’t anybody gon save you, but you.”

“Ain’t nobody gon save me, but me.” I repeat.

I barely got any sleep last night, peeping out my windows, getting paranoid and asking Rumi to sleep in my bed. Every sound I heard, every rustle and I was up, reaching for the knife under my bed.

I stretch, and disable the alarm since I was up before it had the chance to ring.
Padding into the bathroom, I rub my neck and then my eyes. I checked into the mirror first, just to look for any pimples before yawning and then cringing at my morning breath.

I wasn’t unattractive; I’d hate to believe so. I had normal dark brown eyes and dark brown skin. I wouldn’t necessarily say I was curvy but I wasn’t that dull. The baby weight was still there a bit, and hence the slight overhanging pudge.

Maybe I should hit the gym.

Or right, I probably can’t because someone wants to kill me.

After brushing my teeth, I give Rumi a kiss on his cheek as he sleeps. I leave the room and decide to make breakfast. Imagine my surprise when I catch a large, heavily tatted man sitting on my couch.

I jump back at the sight of Murder who just lazily stared at me.

“How did you get in?”

“Good morning Dej, how are you?”

“What’re you doing in my house?”

“Well you’re up early, my men told me you usually wake up at 7, 7: 45 for the latest.”

“You can’t just break into people’s hou-“

“I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

My eyes widen as he stands.

“Xavi . . . “ I shut my eyes, willing myself not to cry.

“My son is asleep . . .  what do you want?”

“You still look so pretty Dee, so beautiful.”

I decide to stay quiet, in hope that he would speak, but he didn’t.

“Xavi. . . please . . ."

“I want ten thousand dollars.”

“Wh – what?”

“I didn’t stutter.” He sat back onto the couch, leaning back and I gape at him.

“Y-you can’t be serious. Where am I going to get ten thousand dollars? What do you even need it for?”