The Craziest Of Them All

XIV

Amandla’ POV

With a half eaten chocolate clutched to my chest, I watch the road as we zoom past the other cars alongside us. Demon looks a bit better now, he has some colour in his face but the large purple bruise on the side of his face is now slightly swollen. I would be lying to you if I told you that he still looked like a supermodel with the bruise on his face, because he looks deformed and his face seems to look lopsided too. 

I’ve been sitting in this suffocating silence with Demon for over an hour now and I still have no idea where we are going. I’ve tried on multiple occasions to find out where we are headed but Demon is as talkative as a corpse. I release a deep sigh before munching away once again at the chocolate bar. A warm sensation washes over my body as the sweetness of the chocolate lovingly embraces my taste buds. A smile involuntarily consumes my face as I continue eating.

“Does the chocolate really help with the shock?” when I hear the question, I immediately stop chewing and look behind my seat as if the voice came from there. I dramatically turn around to look at Demon with wide eyes, “Did you hear something?” I ask him, half jokingly.

Demon does not answer my question but rather rolls his eyes at my antics. I snort out a small laughter and take another bite of the chocolate before answering his question, “Yeah, I think it does. The chocolate just covers you like a warm hug that is filled with nothing but unconditional love.” I say, while wrapping my own arms around myself as if giving me a hug.

“Are you always this poetic when it comes to food?” Demon asks with his eyes trained on the road ahead of him. I am kind of shocked that Demon is talking to me right now, the whole ride he has been so silent that you would think that he didn’t have a tongue. Maybe the loss of blood and the unbearable pain that I imagine he is in is getting to him. Either way I don’t care, at least I can talk to him now.

“Of course, food in itself is a work of art and only critically composed words can be used to describe it.” I say in my most bougie voice that I can muster.  Demon does not say anything but I see a faint smile decorating his busted face. “So where are we going?” I try my luck again.

Without any hesitation this time around, Demon finally answers my question. “We are going to the Familia House; I need to speak to the boss so that we can find out who was behind all this.” 

“I’m sure y’all have a lot of enemies so it could be pretty much anyone behind the attack.” I say matter of factly before leaning forward to turn on the radio. I need some music in my life right now.

The first radio station I turn to has Money by Cardi B playing. The beat at first plays softly, but I immediately raise the volume. I start rapping along to Cardi’s lyrics.

“I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck.” I throw up some gang signs as I sing along. “I like boarding jets, I like morning sex, but nothing in this world that I like more than cheques.” I bop to the beat while saying ‘money’ repeatedly. Just as I’m about to jump into the second verse, the song is suddenly changed. I shoot Demon an evil look, then dangerously glare at his hand that is on the knob to change the radio station. Before I can rip Demon’s hand off, an excited smile lights up my face as I recognize the next song.

“Fuck being good, I’m a bad bitch. I’m sick of motherfuckers tryna tell me how to live. R-“ the song is immediately changed again. “ come on now! That was Megan Thee fuckin Stallion! Why you changing the station?” as expected Demon just ignores me.

The next radio station seems to be a reggae hall station because Mr Boombastic begins to resonate throughout the car. Putting on my best Shaggy voice, I jump into the song with as much spunk as I can muster. “She says I’m Mr Ro-o-o-mantic. Call me fantastic. Watch me on da backseat, cause I’m Mr Ro-o-o…smooth. Just like a-“the nigga done changed the damn station again!