“Why did you lock the door?” I turned and asked Marcel, astonished.
I wanted to yell, “Stupid, if we can get a chance to run let’s take it! If you don’t want to risk it, I damn sure will! He can’t get both of us.”
Now that the door is locked we’re not running anywhere.
“I told you to kill that bitch, didn’t I? What the fuck is she doing standing here looking at me? Damn Marcel, why can’t you ever just do what
the fuck I ask of you? I should kill your dumb ass for not following directions!” Kenny yelled at Marcel.
I turned, glared at Marcel, and without thinking venomously spat, “You dirty mother fucker!”
Immediately I felt goose bumps rising on my skin. I was totally confused now and a look of awe and utter disgust was planted on my face.
This bastard, Marcel, had the nerve to look baffled, as if Kenny hadn’t just barked at him and put him out there like the pussy he is.
“I took her over to the house so I could show Murk what she looked like from the window, but I saw her on her cell phone so I rushed back
out to the car to see who she was talking to. She was getting antsy so I knew if I had taken any longer, she would have driven off with the
car and headed back here.” Marcel interrupted the moment of silence.
“That’s your only defense? If you would have taken the keys out of the ignition like any normal person does when they get out of their car
then she wouldn’t have been able to drive anywhere.” Kenny barked at Marcel again.
“I didn’t want her to get suspicious.” He claimed.
“The only way she would have been suspicious is if you began to act like you were hiding something.” Kenny told him.
“Well I fucked up, sorry.”
“How are you going to make this right?” Kenny asked Marcel.
“You’re ‘bout to kill me and my baby? What have I done to you to deserve this Marcel?” I interrupted their heated discussion. Marcel lowered
his head and looked down towards the floor. He couldn’t even look me in my face. What a fucking coward?
“Okay nigga, since you didn’t answer my first question let me ask you another question that may be easier. Didn’t I tell you to kill her funky
ass? So how are we going to make this right?” Kenny asked again as if Marcel was ignoring him. Kenny appeared to be focused on what I had
just asked Marcel. I don’t care what Kenny may think, I know Marcel isn’t built for this type of shit.
“Yeah, you told me to kill her but she wanted to come back here. She said that she had some foolish belief that Born had a chick in here. I
didn’t think you would’ve gotten here that fast.” Marcel explained to Kenny. I guess Kenny was the boss.
“But what the fuck did I tell you?” Kenny yelled out.
“You dirty mother fucka!” Born furiously spat at Marcel.
“Fuck you nigga!” Marcel retorted.
“I treated you like family you son of a bitch! You are my son’s godfather! Loretta tried to tell me to drop yo’ dirty ass but I always defended
you! You are a punk-ass bitch Marcel!” Born spat, standing up from the couch.
“Sit the fuck down.” Kenny pointed his gun towards Born. “Sit the fuck down!” He repeated himself when he realized Born wasn’t budging.
Kenny knew that if Born was able, he would make a move to jump Kenny to get his gun. Kenny knew that Born would try him. Kenny wasn’t
going to chance that, even though he knew Born had his eyes set on Marcel’s ass.
Kenny then walked over to the stereo on the other side of the living room and turned it on to drown out any noise we were making. When
the stereo came on, it was blasting the voice of radio personality Brian Dawson. Brian had just opened up the contest phone lines to give
away tickets for the annual Women’s Empowerment conference being held at the RBC Center in Raleigh, North Carolina.
Born continued to ignore Kenny and kept his focus on Marcel. “I did nothing but treat you like family.” Born was in a trance. He kept walking
towards Marcel.
“I said, sit the fuck down!” Kenny yelled sounding more annoyed after having to say it for a third time.
“Did you get his gun off of him?” Marcel asked Kenny with alarm since Born wasn’t obeying.
“Of course I did fool. It’s lying on the kitchen table.” Kenny nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen.
“That’s where he was when I snuck in through the back door.” Kenny continued.
“I’m going to kill you, you mother……” Born snarled, through gritted teeth, as he rushed over to Marcel.
BANG!
I wanted to yell, “Stupid, if we can get a chance to run let’s take it! If you don’t want to risk it, I damn sure will! He can’t get both of us.”
Now that the door is locked we’re not running anywhere.
“I told you to kill that bitch, didn’t I? What the fuck is she doing standing here looking at me? Damn Marcel, why can’t you ever just do what
the fuck I ask of you? I should kill your dumb ass for not following directions!” Kenny yelled at Marcel.
I turned, glared at Marcel, and without thinking venomously spat, “You dirty mother fucker!”
Immediately I felt goose bumps rising on my skin. I was totally confused now and a look of awe and utter disgust was planted on my face.
This bastard, Marcel, had the nerve to look baffled, as if Kenny hadn’t just barked at him and put him out there like the pussy he is.
“I took her over to the house so I could show Murk what she looked like from the window, but I saw her on her cell phone so I rushed back
out to the car to see who she was talking to. She was getting antsy so I knew if I had taken any longer, she would have driven off with the
car and headed back here.” Marcel interrupted the moment of silence.
“That’s your only defense? If you would have taken the keys out of the ignition like any normal person does when they get out of their car
then she wouldn’t have been able to drive anywhere.” Kenny barked at Marcel again.
“I didn’t want her to get suspicious.” He claimed.
“The only way she would have been suspicious is if you began to act like you were hiding something.” Kenny told him.
“Well I fucked up, sorry.”
“How are you going to make this right?” Kenny asked Marcel.
“You’re ‘bout to kill me and my baby? What have I done to you to deserve this Marcel?” I interrupted their heated discussion. Marcel lowered
his head and looked down towards the floor. He couldn’t even look me in my face. What a fucking coward?
“Okay nigga, since you didn’t answer my first question let me ask you another question that may be easier. Didn’t I tell you to kill her funky
ass? So how are we going to make this right?” Kenny asked again as if Marcel was ignoring him. Kenny appeared to be focused on what I had
just asked Marcel. I don’t care what Kenny may think, I know Marcel isn’t built for this type of shit.
“Yeah, you told me to kill her but she wanted to come back here. She said that she had some foolish belief that Born had a chick in here. I
didn’t think you would’ve gotten here that fast.” Marcel explained to Kenny. I guess Kenny was the boss.
“But what the fuck did I tell you?” Kenny yelled out.
“You dirty mother fucka!” Born furiously spat at Marcel.
“Fuck you nigga!” Marcel retorted.
“I treated you like family you son of a bitch! You are my son’s godfather! Loretta tried to tell me to drop yo’ dirty ass but I always defended
you! You are a punk-ass bitch Marcel!” Born spat, standing up from the couch.
“Sit the fuck down.” Kenny pointed his gun towards Born. “Sit the fuck down!” He repeated himself when he realized Born wasn’t budging.
Kenny knew that if Born was able, he would make a move to jump Kenny to get his gun. Kenny knew that Born would try him. Kenny wasn’t
going to chance that, even though he knew Born had his eyes set on Marcel’s ass.
Kenny then walked over to the stereo on the other side of the living room and turned it on to drown out any noise we were making. When
the stereo came on, it was blasting the voice of radio personality Brian Dawson. Brian had just opened up the contest phone lines to give
away tickets for the annual Women’s Empowerment conference being held at the RBC Center in Raleigh, North Carolina.
Born continued to ignore Kenny and kept his focus on Marcel. “I did nothing but treat you like family.” Born was in a trance. He kept walking
towards Marcel.
“I said, sit the fuck down!” Kenny yelled sounding more annoyed after having to say it for a third time.
“Did you get his gun off of him?” Marcel asked Kenny with alarm since Born wasn’t obeying.
“Of course I did fool. It’s lying on the kitchen table.” Kenny nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen.
“That’s where he was when I snuck in through the back door.” Kenny continued.
“I’m going to kill you, you mother……” Born snarled, through gritted teeth, as he rushed over to Marcel.
BANG!
| Chapters 5- Blind Sided |
The Author S. C. Dickens
Didn't See This Coming
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