She grabbed French’s unconscious face and let it fall to the side.
“I dont know what’s wrong with you Toronto bitches, always coming over here wanna fuck sum’n. Fucking on people’s niggas, like you know somethin’. Get exactly what you deserve.” Minnie said, hovering over French.
Packs left me and went over to room 2, “you straight?” He asked as he slowly opened the door and walked in. He saw French’s body laying on the floor, grinned and walked over Minnie to give her a kiss.
“Yeah baby, I was just making sure she’s out”, she said, tonguing him back.
“Aight we gotta move these bitches now, while homies at the border. I texted you the code right? Make sure you get their bags, passport and shit. If he is there, play it cool and let him know they’re sleeping at your spot. You had to go on the road, so you offered to grab their stuff. You good with thinking on your feet.”
“I can’t believe this hoe gave you the code to the man’s house. And I thought you said he wasn’t going to be there?” she asked, concerned.
“She wasn’t paying attention, but you better be. Ion think he’s there now baby, shawty said he’s out of town and ain’t coming back till later today. You’ll be good just be quick and make sure you don’t leave prints. Once you got their shit, then hop over to the border, I’ll text you which terminal to go to. He’ll be there to make you get over nice and easy, okay?”
“Aight boo”, she said, kissing him up, “I’ll be quick.”
“Text me when you leave homeboys spot and keep ya eyes up, I know you man.”
She laughed, “I got it babe”, you sure these bitches finna be out for a day though?”
“Yeah, they aint waking up anytime soon ma”, he said as he used his foot to push French’s leg. “Still be smooth at the border, put on that smile and show them titties, aight? I’ma get Q to put em in the car now, get ya shit and meet him down there”, he said.
She went to walk towards the bathroom, but he pulled her arm back and kissed her. “Be careful, I’m serious.”
He left the room and went downstairs; French and I were both still laying there, limp, lethargic, helpless on the bedroom floors.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, my heart banged around inside my chest like a caged beast. I didn’t understand what was happening, only that I could hear what was going on around me. But I couldn’t move my body or open my eyes, all I saw was darkness. I didn’t know what death felt like, but this might be its cousin. I screamed, I yelled, but it was all inside my mind.
“Am I dead? Did I die? Or did they drug me? I can’t be dead if I’m thinking. But who’s to say this is thinking? I don’t know what I’m doing. Okay wait, slow down. I’m laying paralyzed on the floor, how did this happen? What’s the last thing I remember? French and I, oh my gosh French! Holy fuck, where is she, what did they do to her?”
I was trying to recall what happened last. We left each other and went into the rooms. But before we left, we had champagne from that girl! She must’ve drugged us…Packs had to have set this up.. He said for his “potna” right?. And then it dawned on me, this was all because of Pablo. A flood of different images of the night played out in my mind. That’s why he came and spent all that money on me in the club, that’s why he invited us here. That’s why we are the only two girls on this level. And that’s why I never heard from Pablo, because he set all of this up.
I didn’t know if tears were actually dropping down my face, but it felt like I was crying. I really didn’t want to die like this, this shit became so much bigger than me. It’s not even about our love anymore, it’s about ego and pride. He doesn’t want me back, he just doesn’t want Bam to have me. It’s not even about our relationship, it’s about theirs. My life lies on the thin thread of his manhood, and the worst part is I set myself up for this. I wasn’t sure what Pablo was planning, because he couldn’t come over to the States. We also didn’t take our passports to work with us; so they’re back at the house. I didn’t know what was going to happen, just that it couldn’t be good.
At that moment I heard the door open and footsteps walk over towards me. All of a sudden, I was being hurled into the arms of a stranger. They felt very strong, they had big muscles and didn’t speak. They walked us down the steps, I could hear us shift through the party. The energetic environment went from chaotic to calm as we entered the hallway. I felt my body dead in his arms, as we waited for the elevator. The chilly breeze wrapped around me as we went to what I presumed to be outside. I heard a car door open and my body was thrusted into a seat. The seatbelt was put over me and my head was made to lay scooped against it. And then the car door closed and it was silent.
It felt like some time had passed before I heard the car door open and someone hop into a seat. They turned on the car and put on some music, then the car thrusted forward. Based on how my body was placed it felt like I was sitting on the left side in the backseat. My senses were going off, the thin hair on my skin stood erect with fear.
We drove, somewhere, anywhere, I didn’t know up from down. We eventually stopped and the driver got out. The stalking cold of the night swept through the car.
Then silence again, the silence is the scariest part. It’s a portal for your imagination, to create and bring to life all of your deepest darkest fears. The silence allows you to imagine the monster. I had a million and one thoughts racing through my mind, I was spiraling in the unknown.
It felt like forever before the car door opened; then what felt like bags were thrown near me. The door was shut, the person walked around to the driver’s side, opened it and hopped in. They turned on the car, put on some music and then there was a long pause before we drove off. We drove for a little while, the upbeat cheerful music filled the car. Until it was turned down and that’s when I finally heard someone speak again.
“Hey, passports please?”, asked a male, who I realized was probably a fucking border patrol officer. Which meant, we were at the fucking border, they’re bringing me over TO Pablo. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. Wait, how the fuck did they get my passport? It was at Mike’s house!
I prayed with everything in my body, that the agent would be an ass. That’s he’d ask for me to wake up, or they didn’t really have my passport; I prayed for divine intervention.
“Here you go”, I finally heard the driver’s voice. It was fucking Minnie, I shouldn’t have been surprised but I kinda was because she was suppose to be with French..And how the fuck did she have my passport!
“Late night?” said the officer, he kinda sounded like he was flirting.
“Yeah and these girls are drunk and I’m the designated driver so..” She laughed and
that’s when I realized French was in the car with us, they got her too.
She played it off so smooth, the fact that she was aiding in an active crime. She’s so fucking pretty and has such a strong charasma about her, it’d be hard not to be swayed. My best bet now was to hope they do a search and there’s something in the car. Or they don’t accept that we’re two drunk girls being driven over the border in the wee hours of the morning. My fate was in between Minnie’s breast, that had the officer occupied. There was a long silence, my heart felt like the next pulse would propel it out of my chest.
“Canadians love to come over here and party too hard,” he chuckled. “Make sure you get them home safe and you get back safely”, he said.
Each word jumped and cascaded to the bottom of my stomach. That was it, that was my last chance and it’s gone. I wondered about my non-existent family I never spoke to, if they’d ever find out. My absence isn’t out of the ordinary, so if I die will they even know?
She turned back up the music and we drove for what felt like eternity. Every inch forward the car made me feel like I was going to throw up. I didn’t know what part of Windsor we were, but we pulled up somewhere. I could hear Minnie’s nails tapping against her phone.
Some more time passed, the cocktail of anxiety and tension swallowed the air in the car. A few moments later, my door opened and my body was pulled over a muscular shoulder.
“Who the fuck is this and where are they taking me?”, I asked myself, my mind raced. “Where the fuck are we going?”
I assumed it was a man carrying me, by the way he carried me up and then down stairs with ease. My head hit the wall as he plopped down my unconscious body. I laid there, limp and pathetic. His footsteps faded away as he walked back up the steps.
“He can’t kill me”, I thought to myself. “If he kills me, he loses his leverage. This whole war is over me, so he has to be holding me for ransom.” I coached myself.
It wasn’t long before I could hear someone else coming down the stairs. They walked over towards where I was, and dropped what sounded like another body on the ground. My mind raced, that must be French. The person walked back upstairs and closed the door. I felt so bad for getting French into this mess, this is exactly why she hates pimps.
I eventually got tired of running through different scenarios and had fallen asleep. I really don’t know how much time passed, but I woke up to French talking to me.
“I’m so sorry, honestly” she wept and kept repeating.
“Frenchhhh!”, I groaned, as my consciousness returned back to my body I instantly felt aches and pain. I blinked trying to erase the darkness until I realized my eyes were covered. My stiff achy body was laying on the floor, my tied up wrist screamed with pain.
“Royaal! I’m so sorry okay, I never thought-“
“This isn’t your fault, this is my fault”, I said as I was slowly phasing back into reality. “I’m sorry, all my pimp shit put us here. And I’m so sorry I put you in danger. But I’m going to figure out how to get us out of here I promise, do hear me?” I asked, trying to reposition my body.
She started crying some more, “I didn’t know I swear”, she cried uncontrollably. “I wanted to tell you, he wouldn’t let me tell you.”
“What? Tell me what?”, I was confused. My pulse was accelerating, my body was preparing for an attack, my palms got sweaty.
“The first time I started working there without you, Packs came up to me and started talking to me. I didn’t know he knew Pablo, when I found out I wanted to tell you. But then he said not to, cause I was just being messy since it didn’t affect us. And it didn’t affect us until Pablo went crazy over you and started a war against Bam. I didn’t know he would do something like this. I swear I was going to tell you but everything happened so fast. Royaal please…You have to believe me”, she sobbed viciously. I almost couldn’t make out what she was saying.
Then it hit me, “you fucking bitch! You did this, you killed us you know? So YOU gave Minnie our passports?”
“Noo, I didn’t-“
“You told Pablo where we were and now we’re fucking dead. All because you wanted to fuck his friend? You stupid bitch, why wouldn’t you just tell me? WHY WOULD YOU JUST TELL ME?!” I screamed and cried, my insides were throbbing, my throat was sore and tightening. There seemed to be no more oxygen in the room for me to breathe.
“Because she’s a sneaky little bitch, that’s in love with someone else’s man. Kind of reminds me of someone don’t you think?”
Ari, had walked down the stairs in all the commotion and was standing by me. She pressed her heel against my calve, “But you do need to shut to fuck up little girl. I told your friend to keep you quiet before I had to come down here again. “The only reason you bitches aren’t gagged is cause I don’t need any accidental death on my hands or to ruin my manicure every time I have to feed you dogs. So we’re doing the “you scratch my back, and i’ll scratch yours” thing. You guys shut the fuck up and I’ll make sure you dont starve or piss and shit yourselves. Oh and keep you alive.”
I was quiet, I was in killer mode. If I wasn’t tied up, I’d kill French right now myself. Because how could she do this to me? All that smoke towards me choosing up to Bam, meanwhile she’s running around the city with Pablo’s nigga. That’s probably why she didn’t want me to choose up to him. I thought she was my best friend and she betrayed me for dick. Everything I knew and thought about her being a strong independent woman was a joke. She was just like the rest of us, looking for a man to love her. Looking for someone to validate her specialness. I think it was more painful to kill the verison in my head of who I thought she was.
“I’ll take the silence as an agreement. Anyways miss Royaal, you probably want to eat and pee huh?”, she clapped as she stooped down to me. “Well hopefully you can go, let’s get you to the washroom.”
“WASHROOM!” she yelled upstairs, before I knew it I heard a large set of footsteps came down the stairs. With one swift motion I was up and into a set of arms again. carrying me up the steps. I could hear Ari’s heels clicking against the stairs behind us and French sniffling before it got drowned out by the tv. The door was closed shut and the smell of weed and alcohol immediately hit my nose.
They carried me to the washroom, Ari pulled my pants over my bum before the person sat me down on the seat. With my ankles and wrist still tied, I leaned back against the toilet seat to try and brace myself.
“I can’t pee in front of an audience”, I said sternly.
“BItch, you’re a stripper, we’re not going anywhere”, I could hear Ari pulling her to sit on the counter.
“Poor little Royaal, you still haven’t learned you really can’t trust these hoes”, she laughed.
Her phone started vibrating, “hello? Hey baby… Yeah and she’s peeing right now. Well actually she isn’t”, she said as she snapped her fingers in my face.
“AIght”, she said as she hung up the phone. “Awww your lovers coming to see you, how exciting!”
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