Broken

twelve

Lanae

Soon as we stepped into the club Chrissy had left me. She said she was going to find somebody to buy her a drink. Chrissy was the club type for sure but she got drunk quickly. I'm praying I won't have to drag up out the club tonight or even fight some bitches with her. I had just pistol whipped Sean, I didn't want to come out of character again. I don't know what came over me but he had me fucked up. I was still in VIP with Jordan and his people. Everybody was cool, especially Remy, I could tell he was Jordan's right hand. I was feeling a little tipsy but not drunk just yet, but I knew after a few more shots I would get there.

"I'm about to go the bathroom, and then I'm going to find Chrissy" I said to Jordan.

"Find Chrissy first, then go to the bathroom"

I rolled my eyes but I knew he was only being protective of me, but I'm pretty sure I can handle myself now. Plus, my bladder was about to explode. I walked out of VIP and headed in the direction of the bathroom. After walking in the bathroom and getting in the stall, I heard somebody come in behind me but I didn't think nothing of it. I relieved myself and flushed, I walked out the stall to Mariah grinning in my face. This bitch had the nerve. I brushed passed her to wash my hands trying to keep my cool but I really wanted to whip the grin off her face.

"Aw Nae , I thought we were better than that" , she teased while running her hands over my braids. I winced at her touch. I quickly washed my hands and tried to leave out the bathroom.

"Where you going? The party is in here" she stepped in front me.

"Move Mariah"

"Or what?" She grabbed my boob and I pushed her back reaching my purse I grabbed my gun. I cocked it while pointing it directly in her face.

"Do it" she dared me. I was a seconds away from pulling the trigger before Chrissy burst into the bathroom.

"Lanae?" When she realized what was happened she stopped dead in her tracks but Mariah had already ran out the bathroom.

"Are you okay ?" She asked walking up to me. As she spoke Jordan ran into the bathroom with anger in his eyes.

"Did she touch you?" He asked grabbing me.

"No she only stop me from leaving and she grabbed my boob." I placed the gun back in my purse. Jordan pulled out his phone and sent a few texts typing a mile a minute.

"I wanna go home" I stop, I was in no mood to continue to stay here knowing that she was here.

"Come on" Jordan grabbed my head and was leading me out the bathroom towards the exit. Chrissy followed us. Once we got outside, Remy was standing there waiting on us.

"Give Chrissy your keys and come with me", Jordan spoke and I knew he was serious. I gave Chrissy my keys and told her not to wreck my shit and to call me when she got home. Jordan, Remy, and myself then got in a black BMW. We sped off from the parking lot heading in the opposite direction of my apartment.

"Where are we going?" I asked Jordan. He didn't answer but he reached in the backseat and handed me a duffle bag. I opened to the bag to find a pair of black sweatpants, a hoodie, and a pair of gloves.

"Put it on". I gave him a weird look but I preceded to put the clothes on over my dress. Jordan and Remy were already dressed in dark clothing. I'm pretty sure I'm about to do a play with him but he could have just said that. I tucked my hair into the hoodie so my braids could be hidden. Then I realized I didn't have any sneakers. I guess Remy was reading my mind and handed me a shoe box from the backseat. It was a black pair of Jordan 12's, my size and all. I slipped the shoes on and sat back in the seat, the rest of the car ride was silent. Right time we pulled up in front of this trap house my phone vibrated. Chrissy had texted to let me know she made it home. I told her to leave my key under the mat I'll be by later to get it. Jordan put the car in park and lit a blunt, taking a pull he passed it too me. I took a couple of hits.

"Ready?" He raised his eyebrow and looked me. I nodded and we all stepped out the car. I followed Jordan into the trap house where everybody seemed to know him. He greeted everybody and led us down some stairs into this room. Once he opened the door, I couldn't believe what I saw. Mariah was tied up with tape over her mouth. Jordan sat down across from her and began smoking on the blunt that we had in the car. I just stood behind him. I really couldn't believe he got this girl tied up like this. We had literally just left the club no less than a hour ago. Damn he works fast. He passed the blunt to me then got up walking over to Mariah and ripped the tape of her mouth. She screamed out in pain as tears fell down her face.

"What do you want?" She cried out.

"Nothing, just want to talk", Jordan shrugged. I didn't come here to talk. If we gone kill her let's kill her then. Mariah fidgeted in the chair she was tied too while trailing her eyes between me, Jordan and Remy who stood in the corner. Taking a pull from the blunt, I finally spoke.

"Why did you do it?"

"Oh please, don't act like you didn't want it nor like it" she snapped at me. I could fill my blood starting to boil.

"What the hell are you talking about Mariah, I DIDNT KNOW YOU BEFORE THAT PARTY"

"Did it matter? I seen the way you were looking at me when you were dancing with Chrissy."

"You're fucking sick" I heard Jordan whisper as he took the blunt from me.

"So that means rape me Mariah? ... and how I was looking at you?" Then I realized what she was talking about and I let out a laugh.

"You're talking about when I was smiling and waving, you thought that was for you?" I laughed even louder.

"That was for the Kiana who was standing behind you, she was smiling and waving at me you fucking sick ass idiot". I could tell she was bothered by what I said. She was stupid for thinking I wanted her.

"Either, I still got to have that sweet little box of yours" she smirked while licking her touch out at me. Jordan quickly grabbed his gun and pointed to the side of her head.

"Please let me pull it Nae" he gritted through his teeth.

"For you to be so protective over her you must of had it too, nice right?" She joked at Jordan. Before I knew it I grabbed the gun from Jordan and shoved it into her mouth. I moved it back and forth in the motion as if she was sucking a dick.

"How's that ? Hmmm ? ..... how's the feeling of being force to do something you don't wanna fucking do ?" I continued , then pushed the barrel further until she was close to choking. Jordan and Remy just stood by looking in shocked. I just they didn't expect this from me , and to be completely honest I didn't either. I pulled the gun out and pointing at her again. Mariah just coughed and gagged.

"How many?" I asked. She just looked at me still gagging.

"HOW FUCKING MANY?"

"6", she whispered. Tears began to slowly run down my face. I thought about the six other girls she's done this too. I know they were hurting just as bad as I was. I know she was probably still making their life hell as so she was mine. I took a breathe and then fired two shots, both in the head. I sat the gun on the table and just walked back out the car. I had never killed nobody before but now I was a killer. I killed my rapist and I didn't feel bad about it at all.

Sorry for the mistakes 😬