Raunchy 2 (42 page)

MAD
SICK SHIT

My nose was cold and my fingertips felt frozen. Why did they have the air condition up so fucking high? Fuck was he doing, trying to freeze us to death? We were driving in silence for fifteen minutes before I realized I didn’t know where the fuck we were going or what the fuck we were doing?

From the back seat I looked at Kali. He looked like me. His complexion was slightly darker than mine but the way he looked at people matched my look. He wasn’t hard on the eyes when he was quiet and he seemed to always be deep in thought.

“You still see them behind us?” Kali asked Vaughn.
“Naw, we lost ‘em a while back. What you want me to do?”
He looked out of the window. “Nothing. Keep driving until I come

up with a plan.”
“Can you tell me where we going? I mean, I thought we were hang
ing.” I asked from the backseat.
He turned to look at me. “What you ain’t happy to be with your
pops?”
Vaughn looked at him and then at me. “Hold up, this your son?” Kali frowned. “This my daughter, nigga. Look again.”
Vaughn looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Damn, so you
family, huh?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “He told me he wasn’t my pops the other
day. So I can’t be sure if I’m family or not. I do know I’m trying to get a
bottle of Henny before I go back home though.”
“You drink?” Kali asked.
“Everyday.”
“Ain’t you too young to be drinking?” Kali said.
“Nigga…don’t act like you weren’t drinking damn near everyday
when you was a shawty.” Vaughn said.
“That’s ‘cuz my mother was a fuck up.” He said looking out of his
window. “And I didn’t have nobody to keep me straight. This my kid and
I don’t want her doing the shit I did.”
“I know your mother was fucked up, man.” Vaughn said. “That’s
why I still can’t believe you…”
“Don’t talk about that shit in the car with her, Vaughn.” Kali said seriously. “What you about to discuss is my business. Remember that.” “You got it.” Vaughn said. Then he looked at me again. “So this really your father huh?”
“Like I said, he told me I wasn’t his kid.”
“Well I gotta put you through the test first.” Kali said. “Any kid of
mine gotta be good at following orders. You good at following orders?” “Depends on the plan.” He laughed. “What’s so funny?” I asked him. “Cause anybody with an attitude like yours gotta be related to me.” “You right about that shit.” Vaughn said as he and Kali started talking to each other about shit I didn’t understand. It was something about a
dude name Massive, some money and buying weight. When they were
done Vaughn said, “So tell me what the fuck happen at the mansion.
How they hold you up that long?”
At that point we reached a red light at an intersection and all I could
think about was getting some Hennessey. While Kali and Vaughn continued with small talk, I saw a black four-door Ford sedan with tinted out
windows slowly roll across our path at the intersection. Kali and Vaughn
weren’t paying the car any attention because they were talking about
what happened at the mansion. When the back window rolled down on
the Ford, some dude in the back threw some metal shit on the ground.
Then he placed his finger over his mouth to tell me to be quiet and rolled
the window back up. With that the truck pulled off and when the light
turned green, Vaughn pulled into the intersection and ran right over the
shit on the ground. The tires made a loud popping noise and he lost control of the wheel. The shit happened so quickly, that even if I wanted to
alert them, it wasn’t enough time.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Vaughn yelled trying to handle the car. “WHAT HAPPENED?!” Kali replied going for his weapon. “WHAT
YOU HIT?!”
When he said that two cars pulled up on the right and left and eight
niggas jumped out and one of them, smashed the driver side window, and
put Vaughn in a head lock before shooting him in the leg.
“AAHHHHHHHHH, SHIIIITTTT!” Vaughn screamed in pain. “What the fuck is going on?!” I yelled.
The nigga who shot Vaughn ignored me and aimed the gun at Kali.
But there were guns aimed in all directions of the truck. “You coming
with us or you want me to kill this nigga?!”
I was trying to take everything in when Kali aimed his gun at me
while the men continued to cover the truck.
“What you doing?” I asked. I saw a dead body once in my life, the
night Mr. Nice guy got killed and even to this day that memory haunted
me. I wasn’t trying to end up like him.
“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck about that bitch.” The gunman said, with
his weapon on Vaughn. “If you don’t get the fuck out of that truck we
lighting this nigga up.”
Kali grinned and said, “You give a fuck about her, because if you
didn’t I would be dead by now.” He smirked. “Bitch ass niggas,
should’ve killed me at Concord.” All of a sudden I started crying. I could
deal with some shit, but I ain’t never seen this much gun play in my life.
“Stop crying!” Kali said. “And toughen the fuck up.”
I heard him but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to die like this. “You think we playing?” He said shooting Vaughn in the arm. “Get
out of the truck and put your gun down or we killing this nigga.” “So it’s like that, Kreshon? We been knowing each other forever and
it’s like that? You gonna kill my cousin?”
The gunman I knew as Kreshon shot his cousin in the other leg and
Vaughn screamed again. “Kali, please!” Vaughn cried. “I don’t wanna
die. They may not even kill you, man. But if you don’t go with them,
they gonna kill me. Please!”
“I know it’s fucked up, man,” Kali said holding the gun to my head.
“I know, but I can’t go with them. I can’t.”
“Please, Kali! Please don’t do this shit!” Vaughn said. “I got kids.” “So, what, you want me to just give myself up just cause you got
fucking kids? I got a kid too, nigga!”
“Yeah but you holding a gun to her head!” Vaughn said. “I got a
family I’m trying to go back home to. Just go with these niggas.” “If you come with us it’s gonna be cool, Kali.” Kreshon said. “You
know the nigga Jace got love for you. Just come with me so we can talk.” “I can’t do it!” Every time he spoke the gun pressed firmly against
my temple and I was afraid to make a move. I was so nervous he’d shoot
me that I threw up on my legs and his arm. Kali didn’t seem to be phased
one bit and held the gun steady.
“So you not coming with us?” Kreshon said. “You gonna let me kill
your peoples?”
“I can’t do it. Sorry, cousin.”
“Please, Kali. This nigga serious!” Vaughn pleaded.
“Fuck this nigga!” Kreshon said before shooting Vaughn in the stomach. Then he aimed the gun at Kali. They all aimed at Kali. “I swear I’ma let one off in her head.”
When he said that Jace got out of one of the cars and walked up to
the truck. Looking at me he said, “Let him go. We’ll catch up with him
later.”
Jace’s eyes found mine and Kreshon put his gun down although the
men around the car were still aimed in our direction. “You gonna see me
again, nigga.” Jace said looking at Kali.
“Not if I see you first.”
The men piled back into their cars and I could hear police sirens in
the distance and I hoped they caught up with us. I didn’t want to be with
Kali anymore at this point. Kali went around the driver side and threw
Vaughn’s dead body in the back seat with me and said, “Get in the front.”
He walked back to the passenger side.
“What? I…I can’t drive that good,” I said, smelling my own throw
up on my clothes. I jumped into the driver’s seat anyway. Even though I
use to steal the cars of the dudes who use to come over and fuck Harmony, that was a long time ago.
“You gonna learn today.”
With the gun on me I turned the key and put the car in drive and it
jerked hard. “I can’t drive!” I cried. “Why don’t you just do it?” I put the
car back in park.
“Because you the only reason I’m alive and until I get another plan I
can’t risk you running on me.” He continued holding the gun in my direction. “Now, put the car in drive and remember that the gas is on the right
and the brake is on the left. I don’t give a fuck what you hit just move!” It took me fifteen minutes of dipping on back roads before he let me
stop for a while. We couldn’t even go that fast due to having a flat tire.
Looking behind him he said, “I don’t think they following us.” He lowered the gun enough so that it rested on his leg. His finger remained on
the trigger. “We may be good.”
“I wanna go home.”
“You ain’t going home until I get to where I’m going.” He pulled his
phone out and made a call. Then he said, “Let’s dump this body and
change this tire. We going to my people’s house after that.”