Snatched : An Original Short Story by Dupacalypse Now!
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Jeff knew it was only a matter of time before Rico caught up with them. He thought they would have more time but Shy was way too reckless. Jeff was able to convince Shy that there was no point in holding Shanae anymore. Rico wasn’t paying. The plan was a bust. He figured with the music video being shot by Struggles that day, there would be no way Rico be able to have time to work over his babymother till she gave him something useful. If there was a chance that Shanae could give an accurate enough description that would lead back to them, it would take a while, and the brothers would be long gone.
But Shy saw no need to run. Yea, it was clear that Rico wasn’t going to pay, but Shy felt there was no way to track the kidnapping back to them. The girl’s own family didn’t even grill him about seeing anything that day. Shy thought they were in the clear. The only two people who even knew Shy was involved were killed by Rico and his boys at the mall shooting. Shy was smart enough to not be there himself, but he lost a good friend in Karl. Karl knew the risks though. He was only working for 10k, but had they pulled it off that 10k woulda been easy money.
Jeff on the other hand knew the plan wasn’t going to work. Unlike Shy, Jeff still spent a lot of time in the Pit. He came around shortly after Rico hit them for the 2nd time in as many days. Rico had a whole crew of stone cold killers scared to death. People who had nothing to do with the kidnapping or the game in general were getting outta town. And here Jeff and Shy were directly involved, but they’re still around every day like it’s nothing.
Jeff was better off than Shy however. Jeff stayed nowhere near the city. He came down two or three times a week, but he lived closer to the truck stop in Deleware that they dropped Shanae off at. For over 10 days Shanae was Jeff’s house guest with his girlfriend Shannon and her 4 year old son Tyson.
Jeff had met Shannon a few years back when he found out that there were a lot of guys getting money outside the city. There were little communities in every major county that had areas ran down by drug activity. It was nothing like the problem in the city, but it did exist. And where ever people are using drugs, someone is selling them.
The drug dealers in the counties were amateur at best, but they were making pro money. To wolves like Jeff and Shy, these county boys were an entire flock of unwatched sheep. They ate well. When Jeff met Shannon, she actually started helping the two line up dealers she knew through school friends and other acquaintances. They started off with just stick-ups. It wasn’t until Shannon’s baby father came home from jail did she see what Jeff was really made of. Jeff was worried showing Shannon that side of him would chase her away. It was actually the contrast as she now felt that she had someone around who would truly protect her from the savage nature of the real world.
Shannon knew her place in the relationship and did everything she could assist when needed. She was smart enough to put money up to stash. And she was very quick to hop into action when Jeff called her one random afternoon telling her to get the guest room ready for a “visitor”.
The first “Visitor” Jeff brought by was a horrible experience. Jeff and Shy had brought some guy by and needed to find out where he kept his stashed money at. Shannon knew the guy was a pretty big deal out in her small town, but she also knew Jeff and Shy were much worse. Jeff confessed later it was his first time having to torture someone. Shannon was supposed to just ignore them and stay in the room with Tyson. But after the baby went to sleep she was too curious to stay away.
The room was a total mess. Blood was everywhere. It was clear this guy was going to bleed out and they weren’t going to find out anything. Shannon grabbed an icepick and stabbed in the man’s knee as both Jeff and Shy flinched at the graphic visual. She hammered the Ice pick deeper and deeper at a slanted angle until the man finally gave. Jeff quickly executed him afterwards. They never really spoke much about it afterwards, but everyone knew what the other was capable of. And this strengthened their relationship greatly.
When Jeff and Shy arrived with a very pregnant Shanae, Shannon was a little shocked, but she quickly suppressed it. Whatever Jeff’s reason was for bringing a pregnant woman by force to the home, she sure it would pay good. She asked what she could do to assist.
Jeff wanted Shannon to befriend Shanae. Gain her trust. Make her stay comfortable. Jeff had read an article about how kidnap victims often don’t try to get away because they become comfortable with their captors. Jeff knew it would be a lot harder to keep a pregnant woman around his girl and her kid if Shanae was flipping out every day. And Shannon completely understood. Shannon was also bored most of the time and didn’t have much in common with other females. Both Shannon and Shanae were with men who were deep in the game they got along great.
Unfortunately for the two women, their growing friendship didn’t have time to truly develop. The stay was only supposed to be temporary until Rico paid up. But when it was clear no money was coming, and Shy was running out of ideas. Shanae had to go. Jeff had promised Shannon from the start he wasn’t going to kill Shanae. He thought asking Shannon to make friends with the pregnant woman only to kill her at the end would be too cold. They decided to drop her off at the Trucks Stop a few miles east From where they were staying.
As well as Shanae and Shannon were getting along, it was Shannon’s idea to take all of Shanae’s clothes. There were times when Shanae was allowed to walk almost freely around the house, and there’s no telling what she could have picked up and stashed away in a pocket or something.
After dropping Shanae off, Jeff stayed out of town. He and Shannon were getting ready to leave for the south with some of Shannon’s peoples when they saw the report of the hit on the news.
Jeff loved his brother Shy, but the hit was a thing of beauty. He knew right away that Rico was on their trail simply by way it was pulled off. The previous evening Shy hit Jeff’s phone telling him that he was going to the strip club with one of their boys they both grew up with. He was a working man who was getting married the next day, and they wanted to celebrate.
According to witnesses around 11:20 that evening a bunch of kids pulled up to the parking lot and started throwing firebombs at 2014 Dodge Challenger. The same kind of car Shy drove. When the owner came outside to confront the kids, he and 3 of his associates were taken out with what appeared to be sniper fire.
But Shy saw no need to run. Yea, it was clear that Rico wasn’t going to pay, but Shy felt there was no way to track the kidnapping back to them. The girl’s own family didn’t even grill him about seeing anything that day. Shy thought they were in the clear. The only two people who even knew Shy was involved were killed by Rico and his boys at the mall shooting. Shy was smart enough to not be there himself, but he lost a good friend in Karl. Karl knew the risks though. He was only working for 10k, but had they pulled it off that 10k woulda been easy money.
Jeff on the other hand knew the plan wasn’t going to work. Unlike Shy, Jeff still spent a lot of time in the Pit. He came around shortly after Rico hit them for the 2nd time in as many days. Rico had a whole crew of stone cold killers scared to death. People who had nothing to do with the kidnapping or the game in general were getting outta town. And here Jeff and Shy were directly involved, but they’re still around every day like it’s nothing.
Jeff was better off than Shy however. Jeff stayed nowhere near the city. He came down two or three times a week, but he lived closer to the truck stop in Deleware that they dropped Shanae off at. For over 10 days Shanae was Jeff’s house guest with his girlfriend Shannon and her 4 year old son Tyson.
Jeff had met Shannon a few years back when he found out that there were a lot of guys getting money outside the city. There were little communities in every major county that had areas ran down by drug activity. It was nothing like the problem in the city, but it did exist. And where ever people are using drugs, someone is selling them.
The drug dealers in the counties were amateur at best, but they were making pro money. To wolves like Jeff and Shy, these county boys were an entire flock of unwatched sheep. They ate well. When Jeff met Shannon, she actually started helping the two line up dealers she knew through school friends and other acquaintances. They started off with just stick-ups. It wasn’t until Shannon’s baby father came home from jail did she see what Jeff was really made of. Jeff was worried showing Shannon that side of him would chase her away. It was actually the contrast as she now felt that she had someone around who would truly protect her from the savage nature of the real world.
Shannon knew her place in the relationship and did everything she could assist when needed. She was smart enough to put money up to stash. And she was very quick to hop into action when Jeff called her one random afternoon telling her to get the guest room ready for a “visitor”.
The first “Visitor” Jeff brought by was a horrible experience. Jeff and Shy had brought some guy by and needed to find out where he kept his stashed money at. Shannon knew the guy was a pretty big deal out in her small town, but she also knew Jeff and Shy were much worse. Jeff confessed later it was his first time having to torture someone. Shannon was supposed to just ignore them and stay in the room with Tyson. But after the baby went to sleep she was too curious to stay away.
The room was a total mess. Blood was everywhere. It was clear this guy was going to bleed out and they weren’t going to find out anything. Shannon grabbed an icepick and stabbed in the man’s knee as both Jeff and Shy flinched at the graphic visual. She hammered the Ice pick deeper and deeper at a slanted angle until the man finally gave. Jeff quickly executed him afterwards. They never really spoke much about it afterwards, but everyone knew what the other was capable of. And this strengthened their relationship greatly.
When Jeff and Shy arrived with a very pregnant Shanae, Shannon was a little shocked, but she quickly suppressed it. Whatever Jeff’s reason was for bringing a pregnant woman by force to the home, she sure it would pay good. She asked what she could do to assist.
Jeff wanted Shannon to befriend Shanae. Gain her trust. Make her stay comfortable. Jeff had read an article about how kidnap victims often don’t try to get away because they become comfortable with their captors. Jeff knew it would be a lot harder to keep a pregnant woman around his girl and her kid if Shanae was flipping out every day. And Shannon completely understood. Shannon was also bored most of the time and didn’t have much in common with other females. Both Shannon and Shanae were with men who were deep in the game they got along great.
Unfortunately for the two women, their growing friendship didn’t have time to truly develop. The stay was only supposed to be temporary until Rico paid up. But when it was clear no money was coming, and Shy was running out of ideas. Shanae had to go. Jeff had promised Shannon from the start he wasn’t going to kill Shanae. He thought asking Shannon to make friends with the pregnant woman only to kill her at the end would be too cold. They decided to drop her off at the Trucks Stop a few miles east From where they were staying.
As well as Shanae and Shannon were getting along, it was Shannon’s idea to take all of Shanae’s clothes. There were times when Shanae was allowed to walk almost freely around the house, and there’s no telling what she could have picked up and stashed away in a pocket or something.
After dropping Shanae off, Jeff stayed out of town. He and Shannon were getting ready to leave for the south with some of Shannon’s peoples when they saw the report of the hit on the news.
Jeff loved his brother Shy, but the hit was a thing of beauty. He knew right away that Rico was on their trail simply by way it was pulled off. The previous evening Shy hit Jeff’s phone telling him that he was going to the strip club with one of their boys they both grew up with. He was a working man who was getting married the next day, and they wanted to celebrate.
According to witnesses around 11:20 that evening a bunch of kids pulled up to the parking lot and started throwing firebombs at 2014 Dodge Challenger. The same kind of car Shy drove. When the owner came outside to confront the kids, he and 3 of his associates were taken out with what appeared to be sniper fire.
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But they didn’t stop there. Jeff shook his head. It was rumored that one of Rico’s boys Wayne was a sharpshooter in the army. And Jeff knew from his own contacts that both Wayne and Rico were very fond of military styled rifles. It wasn’t a stretch at all that Wayne was posted somewhere waiting for Shy to come outside.
Niggaz in the hood ain’t used to sniper fire. 8 were killed, and 14 were injured before the shooter or shooters were finished. It was all over the news. There was a $500K reward for anyone who could provide any information that would lead to an arrest. That amount was sure to go up. Everyone seemed to know it was Rico, and no one was going to come forward.
It took only two phone calls for Jeff to find out that Rico definitely killed Shy in retaliation for the kidnapping, and there was already 100K on Jeff’s head. Everything was fucked up.
Jeff knew he could just leave and get out of town now. Everything was set. Shannon had been ready to go. The only hold up was Jeff trying to convince Shy he had to leave as well. But now Shy was dead.
And the streets were impossibly hot. 8 killed by sniper fire was terrorist shit. The news was all over this. The way Jeff looked at it there was essentially $600K on his head. IT didn’t matter who someone turned him into Rico or the police, someone would come looking for Jeff if he didn’t move now.
Shannon had the car packed, and was coming back in to get the baby off the couch when she ran into Jeff. The look on his face let her know right away he wasn’t coming with her.
“So what you gonna do Jeff? You coming now or are you gonna do some dumb shit first?” Shannon asked. She didn’t mean to have an attitude, but the way she looked at it Shy brought this on himself. There was no reason for Jeff to throw his life away too.
“Look Shannon, I know Shy was wild, but that’s still my brother. I owe it to him off the strength of that to at least try finding the nigga Rico before dipping off” Jeff reluctantly responded. He knew he was going against his better judgement. But there was part of him that would never live this down if he didn’t make at least one attempt on Rico’s life first.
“You got money?” Shannon asked
“Yea I got like 800 on me. I got some more in the city that I can pick up before coming down to South Carolina with you” Jeff answered her
“I got 12,000 on me now. I’ll leave 2K here for you if you can’t make shit move in the city. But don’t take long. If you not down there by Tuesday, I’m coming back up” Shannon promised.
“There’s no need for you to come back up here. If I’m not down there by Tuesday something happened. You just gonna have to move on without me” Jeff spoke the words very slowly. He knew they would hurt her, because they hurt to speak. Shannon looked at Jeff in the eyes when he was speaking. She knew he was getting emotional. She was burning inside with a fleet of emotions as well. She wished she could just let them all spill out. But this wasn’t the kind of relationship they had. Jeff always told Shannon what was understood didn’t need to be said.
She knew he loved her, and she knew she loved him. They weren’t the kind of couple that had to be affectionate and constantly declare their love to eachother. She wasn’t the kind of woman to scream at her man and try to guilt him for risking his life in something stupid. She knew what he was about, and she accepted him totally for it. She wanted to leave even before Shy ran into Rico. But she knew Jeff would wait for his brother.
She also knew that Jeff wasn’t going to make it down south. He would surely lose his life if he went up against Rico. She hoped that she would see him again, but it wasn’t likely. This was their last time seeing each other as far as she was considered. To prevent herself from crying in front of him she just kissed Jeff and took Tyson to the car. Shannon waved as she got in the car herself and pulled out of the driveway and out of Jeff’s life.
Niggaz in the hood ain’t used to sniper fire. 8 were killed, and 14 were injured before the shooter or shooters were finished. It was all over the news. There was a $500K reward for anyone who could provide any information that would lead to an arrest. That amount was sure to go up. Everyone seemed to know it was Rico, and no one was going to come forward.
It took only two phone calls for Jeff to find out that Rico definitely killed Shy in retaliation for the kidnapping, and there was already 100K on Jeff’s head. Everything was fucked up.
Jeff knew he could just leave and get out of town now. Everything was set. Shannon had been ready to go. The only hold up was Jeff trying to convince Shy he had to leave as well. But now Shy was dead.
And the streets were impossibly hot. 8 killed by sniper fire was terrorist shit. The news was all over this. The way Jeff looked at it there was essentially $600K on his head. IT didn’t matter who someone turned him into Rico or the police, someone would come looking for Jeff if he didn’t move now.
Shannon had the car packed, and was coming back in to get the baby off the couch when she ran into Jeff. The look on his face let her know right away he wasn’t coming with her.
“So what you gonna do Jeff? You coming now or are you gonna do some dumb shit first?” Shannon asked. She didn’t mean to have an attitude, but the way she looked at it Shy brought this on himself. There was no reason for Jeff to throw his life away too.
“Look Shannon, I know Shy was wild, but that’s still my brother. I owe it to him off the strength of that to at least try finding the nigga Rico before dipping off” Jeff reluctantly responded. He knew he was going against his better judgement. But there was part of him that would never live this down if he didn’t make at least one attempt on Rico’s life first.
“You got money?” Shannon asked
“Yea I got like 800 on me. I got some more in the city that I can pick up before coming down to South Carolina with you” Jeff answered her
“I got 12,000 on me now. I’ll leave 2K here for you if you can’t make shit move in the city. But don’t take long. If you not down there by Tuesday, I’m coming back up” Shannon promised.
“There’s no need for you to come back up here. If I’m not down there by Tuesday something happened. You just gonna have to move on without me” Jeff spoke the words very slowly. He knew they would hurt her, because they hurt to speak. Shannon looked at Jeff in the eyes when he was speaking. She knew he was getting emotional. She was burning inside with a fleet of emotions as well. She wished she could just let them all spill out. But this wasn’t the kind of relationship they had. Jeff always told Shannon what was understood didn’t need to be said.
She knew he loved her, and she knew she loved him. They weren’t the kind of couple that had to be affectionate and constantly declare their love to eachother. She wasn’t the kind of woman to scream at her man and try to guilt him for risking his life in something stupid. She knew what he was about, and she accepted him totally for it. She wanted to leave even before Shy ran into Rico. But she knew Jeff would wait for his brother.
She also knew that Jeff wasn’t going to make it down south. He would surely lose his life if he went up against Rico. She hoped that she would see him again, but it wasn’t likely. This was their last time seeing each other as far as she was considered. To prevent herself from crying in front of him she just kissed Jeff and took Tyson to the car. Shannon waved as she got in the car herself and pulled out of the driveway and out of Jeff’s life.
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NoOneImportant
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I need to read this...
JUDAH
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Already caught up bruh. Waiting to see if Jeff bout to boss up
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i know right....@ the icepick scene
Nae was blown. Rico had her locked in a house with no groceries, no one to talk to, and nothing to do. Truth be told she was better off when she was kidnapped. After texting and calling him for the past 3 hours that she was going to die of starvation, he finally pulled up outside blasting the horn to his SUV.
When Nae came outside she could smell the marijuana coming from the truck before she even reached it. When she opened the door the cloud of smoke almost knocked her out.
“Can yall put that shit out please? And um, hop your ass in the back please” Nae said to Struggles who was riding shotgun with Rico.
“Naw he good, you can hop in the back tho.” Rico responded.
Nae rolled her eyes in disgust and opened the back door. She was immediately startled by the large pitbulls that began to growl and bark when she made a move to get in.
“MAHL-CHYAT!!” Rico boomed at the dogs. Not so much as a whimper came back from the animals.
“What the fuck?!” Nae screamed at Rico. Struggles started laughing in his high pitched voice. Nae was holding her chest trying to catch her breath.
Rico looked back at Nae as to say “You getting in or what?”. Nae knowing that he would leave her without much consideration hopped in. She tried to sit as far away from the dogs as possible.
The dogs were in a cage in the back of the SUV behind Nae. They were quiet after whatever command Rico shouted at them, but Nae was still uncomfortable with them breathing down her neck. The SUV reeked of weed. Struggles had put the blunt out, but it was still smokey enough to cause Nae to cough. Rico winded the back windows down allowing some fresh air in.
“You iight back there?” he asked
“I’m fine” Nae answered
“I was talking to the dogs” Rico said back to her. Struggles laughed, and the dogs whimpered. Nae hated Struggles.
Struggles was busy recording himself talking into a hand held camcorder. He was bragging on how him and Rico were riding around while police were looking for them for questioning in multiple shootings. He was showing off his money and jewelry and going out of his way to be as obnoxious as possible Nae thought.
As they drove to the grocery store, Nae stared at the passing neighborhood with a very sad look on her face. She was unhappy. She felt trapped. She had no idea if she would ever be able to get away from this life that she felt no attachment to. She often thought about just leaving, but there was nowhere to go. No one would take her in fear of crossing Rico. And then there was the baby. She would be due in the next 2 months, and there was no way she could take care of a child on the run from Rico. She just wished someone would kill him. Shanae never wished death on anyone before, but she never hated anyone this much.
When they got to the market Nae just hopped out grabbed a cart, and proceeded to go inside without even waiting for the other two. She went over to the produce section first. Her grandparents always taught her to start each meal with fresh vegetables. She was trying to see what veggie she had a taste for, and would build her meal around that.
She took pride in her abilities as a cook. She often joked that the only reason Rico kept her alive was because he would miss the home cooked meals. She was trying to make a decision on which head of cabbage she would select when she was distracted by a familiar voice.
An eerily familiar voice.
The voice sounded as friendly as it had been for the past two weeks, but it still sent a chill down her spine. There was no mistake. Shanae looked to the direction she heard it coming from and there she was. Shannon was in the same produce section talking to her 4 year old son Tyson.
Nae was frozen solid. She didn’t know how to react. The first discernible emotion was fear. Not Fear for herself, but fear for Shannon and Tyson. Shannon was nothing but nice to Shanae. It might have been weird, but Shanae looked at Shannon as a friend. When she first recognized her voice, the memories associated with it were pleasant ones.
Shannon assuring Shanae everything would be okay. Shannon offering to help Shanae with her hair. Shannon washing her and making sure she felt clean. Shanae even taught Shannon a few recipes as the two women cooked a few meals together. Even now it looked like Shannon was shopping for things Nae might have given her for a list from the store.
But then Nae had another thought. Was Shannon put up to it? Was it all an act? Nae could tell early that Shannon and the guy who was obviously her man were going out of their way to be nice to her. But why? What purpose would it serve to be nice, unless that was just how Shannon was?
Shanae was so conflicted. On one hand here was a woman who was clearly with the people who kidnapped her. Shanae knew she should be angry. But on the other, this was her only friend for the past two weeks. Not only that, she was here with her son. Shanae knew full well what Rico would do if she told him who Shannon was. Shannon didn’t deserve that. Her child didn’t deserve that.
Rico was an animal. He had already killed that guy that Joy pointed out for him. And that was very likely one of the guys who kidnapped Shanae. But she wasn’t sure. And she didn’t know if the other guy was with him too. Would Shannon blame Shanae for that?
There was already enough blood on her hands. There was so much wrong with this. The whole reason Rico wanted to use a safe house in this area to begin with was because he was hoping something would jar Shanae’s memory. He wanted to find the exact house Shanae was being held in. And Shanae had no intentions of helping him.
Rico didn’t need encouragement. Despite being 7 months pregnant he had already put his hands on Nae twice since she’s been home after being kidnapped. He had no redeemable qualities. He had poured a bottle of beer on Shanae the previous night while his friends laughed. He threw the empty bottle at her as she ran out the room. Shanae knew if she said anything both Shannon and her son would be murdered. Possibly right here in this supermarket. Shannon wasn’t going out like that. Not if Shanae had anything to do with it. Shanae felt in a way she kinda owed Shannon her life.
Nae had made up her mind to just smile and speak to Shannon in passing as if she was just anyone else in the store. But the second their eyes met Shanae knew that she had misread Shannon horribly.
Shannon had no mixed emotions. She had no dilemmas to weigh on. She had no morals to consider. When she saw Shanae, she only saw one thing. The end.
Both Shannon and her son had been carefully coached by Jeff for situations like this. Shannon took a knee and whispered something into her babies ear. Tyson was incapable of grasping the situation, but he knew when his mommy told him to hide, it was time to hide.
Nae had been in plenty of fights in her life, enough to recognize the look Shannon was now giving her. As Shannon looked to be attempting to make her move, Shanae was trying desperately to plead with her to reconsider. But Shannon was not to be deterred.
As soon as Shannon was within arm’s length of Shanae she swung a blade at the pregnant woman’s face. Nae instinctively tucked her chin to protect her neck from the slashing motion, but Shannon was able to cut the right side of Shanae’s cheek going downwards to her lip. Blood sprayed from Shanaes face onto the fresh produce. Shanae tried to defend herself from another slash, but it was futile.
Shannon was a caged beast on the attack. Her onslaught was relentless. Shanae felt blows landing on the back of her head, she felt kicks to her stomach. She was even sure that she had been stabbed several times. It wasn’t until Struggles jumped in that the attack stopped.
Struggles also made the mistake of underestimating Shannon as she turned her complete fury on the skinny rapper. He found her knife in his shoulder, and felt the pain in his groin as they both fell to the ground in his poor attempt to tackle the small woman. Shannon quickly popped up and managed to get a good kick to Struggles face before Rico stepped in. Rico never one to waste movements put all is weight into a clubbing fist to the back of Shannon’s head. She was unconscious before she hit the ground.
Poor little Tyson came from his hiding spot screaming for his mommy, but Struggles grabbed the kid up.
“Aye man I think it’s time for us to get the fuck outta here Boss” Struggles said to Rico. Rico looked around. There was blood all over the floor, and on the onion display. Shoppers were watching, and someone had surely called the police by now.
“Yea man I think you’re right” Rico agreed, and they made their dash for the exit.
When Nae came outside she could smell the marijuana coming from the truck before she even reached it. When she opened the door the cloud of smoke almost knocked her out.
“Can yall put that shit out please? And um, hop your ass in the back please” Nae said to Struggles who was riding shotgun with Rico.
“Naw he good, you can hop in the back tho.” Rico responded.
Nae rolled her eyes in disgust and opened the back door. She was immediately startled by the large pitbulls that began to growl and bark when she made a move to get in.
“MAHL-CHYAT!!” Rico boomed at the dogs. Not so much as a whimper came back from the animals.
“What the fuck?!” Nae screamed at Rico. Struggles started laughing in his high pitched voice. Nae was holding her chest trying to catch her breath.
Rico looked back at Nae as to say “You getting in or what?”. Nae knowing that he would leave her without much consideration hopped in. She tried to sit as far away from the dogs as possible.
The dogs were in a cage in the back of the SUV behind Nae. They were quiet after whatever command Rico shouted at them, but Nae was still uncomfortable with them breathing down her neck. The SUV reeked of weed. Struggles had put the blunt out, but it was still smokey enough to cause Nae to cough. Rico winded the back windows down allowing some fresh air in.
“You iight back there?” he asked
“I’m fine” Nae answered
“I was talking to the dogs” Rico said back to her. Struggles laughed, and the dogs whimpered. Nae hated Struggles.
Struggles was busy recording himself talking into a hand held camcorder. He was bragging on how him and Rico were riding around while police were looking for them for questioning in multiple shootings. He was showing off his money and jewelry and going out of his way to be as obnoxious as possible Nae thought.
As they drove to the grocery store, Nae stared at the passing neighborhood with a very sad look on her face. She was unhappy. She felt trapped. She had no idea if she would ever be able to get away from this life that she felt no attachment to. She often thought about just leaving, but there was nowhere to go. No one would take her in fear of crossing Rico. And then there was the baby. She would be due in the next 2 months, and there was no way she could take care of a child on the run from Rico. She just wished someone would kill him. Shanae never wished death on anyone before, but she never hated anyone this much.
When they got to the market Nae just hopped out grabbed a cart, and proceeded to go inside without even waiting for the other two. She went over to the produce section first. Her grandparents always taught her to start each meal with fresh vegetables. She was trying to see what veggie she had a taste for, and would build her meal around that.
She took pride in her abilities as a cook. She often joked that the only reason Rico kept her alive was because he would miss the home cooked meals. She was trying to make a decision on which head of cabbage she would select when she was distracted by a familiar voice.
An eerily familiar voice.
The voice sounded as friendly as it had been for the past two weeks, but it still sent a chill down her spine. There was no mistake. Shanae looked to the direction she heard it coming from and there she was. Shannon was in the same produce section talking to her 4 year old son Tyson.
Nae was frozen solid. She didn’t know how to react. The first discernible emotion was fear. Not Fear for herself, but fear for Shannon and Tyson. Shannon was nothing but nice to Shanae. It might have been weird, but Shanae looked at Shannon as a friend. When she first recognized her voice, the memories associated with it were pleasant ones.
Shannon assuring Shanae everything would be okay. Shannon offering to help Shanae with her hair. Shannon washing her and making sure she felt clean. Shanae even taught Shannon a few recipes as the two women cooked a few meals together. Even now it looked like Shannon was shopping for things Nae might have given her for a list from the store.
But then Nae had another thought. Was Shannon put up to it? Was it all an act? Nae could tell early that Shannon and the guy who was obviously her man were going out of their way to be nice to her. But why? What purpose would it serve to be nice, unless that was just how Shannon was?
Shanae was so conflicted. On one hand here was a woman who was clearly with the people who kidnapped her. Shanae knew she should be angry. But on the other, this was her only friend for the past two weeks. Not only that, she was here with her son. Shanae knew full well what Rico would do if she told him who Shannon was. Shannon didn’t deserve that. Her child didn’t deserve that.
Rico was an animal. He had already killed that guy that Joy pointed out for him. And that was very likely one of the guys who kidnapped Shanae. But she wasn’t sure. And she didn’t know if the other guy was with him too. Would Shannon blame Shanae for that?
There was already enough blood on her hands. There was so much wrong with this. The whole reason Rico wanted to use a safe house in this area to begin with was because he was hoping something would jar Shanae’s memory. He wanted to find the exact house Shanae was being held in. And Shanae had no intentions of helping him.
Rico didn’t need encouragement. Despite being 7 months pregnant he had already put his hands on Nae twice since she’s been home after being kidnapped. He had no redeemable qualities. He had poured a bottle of beer on Shanae the previous night while his friends laughed. He threw the empty bottle at her as she ran out the room. Shanae knew if she said anything both Shannon and her son would be murdered. Possibly right here in this supermarket. Shannon wasn’t going out like that. Not if Shanae had anything to do with it. Shanae felt in a way she kinda owed Shannon her life.
Nae had made up her mind to just smile and speak to Shannon in passing as if she was just anyone else in the store. But the second their eyes met Shanae knew that she had misread Shannon horribly.
Shannon had no mixed emotions. She had no dilemmas to weigh on. She had no morals to consider. When she saw Shanae, she only saw one thing. The end.
Both Shannon and her son had been carefully coached by Jeff for situations like this. Shannon took a knee and whispered something into her babies ear. Tyson was incapable of grasping the situation, but he knew when his mommy told him to hide, it was time to hide.
Nae had been in plenty of fights in her life, enough to recognize the look Shannon was now giving her. As Shannon looked to be attempting to make her move, Shanae was trying desperately to plead with her to reconsider. But Shannon was not to be deterred.
As soon as Shannon was within arm’s length of Shanae she swung a blade at the pregnant woman’s face. Nae instinctively tucked her chin to protect her neck from the slashing motion, but Shannon was able to cut the right side of Shanae’s cheek going downwards to her lip. Blood sprayed from Shanaes face onto the fresh produce. Shanae tried to defend herself from another slash, but it was futile.
Shannon was a caged beast on the attack. Her onslaught was relentless. Shanae felt blows landing on the back of her head, she felt kicks to her stomach. She was even sure that she had been stabbed several times. It wasn’t until Struggles jumped in that the attack stopped.
Struggles also made the mistake of underestimating Shannon as she turned her complete fury on the skinny rapper. He found her knife in his shoulder, and felt the pain in his groin as they both fell to the ground in his poor attempt to tackle the small woman. Shannon quickly popped up and managed to get a good kick to Struggles face before Rico stepped in. Rico never one to waste movements put all is weight into a clubbing fist to the back of Shannon’s head. She was unconscious before she hit the ground.
Poor little Tyson came from his hiding spot screaming for his mommy, but Struggles grabbed the kid up.
“Aye man I think it’s time for us to get the fuck outta here Boss” Struggles said to Rico. Rico looked around. There was blood all over the floor, and on the onion display. Shoppers were watching, and someone had surely called the police by now.
“Yea man I think you’re right” Rico agreed, and they made their dash for the exit.
Jeff was sitting in the house with a blunt and his thoughts. He knew that he needed to go after Rico before joining Shannon and Tyson down south, but he had no idea how to go about it. After a shooting like that Rico would no doubt be laying low for a while. And Jeff didn’t know who he could go to that wouldn’t be tempted to give him up for the money on his head. Jeff also knew that he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t at least try to avenge Shy.
Shy was the black sheep of the family. And Jeff thought it was unfair. Shy was written off by most, but he was always the first one they called when something happened. If one of their girl cousins got into it with a boyfriend, they’d call Shy. But if Jeff didn’t call Shy for the birthday party that they ended up snatching the girl from, he wouldn’t even had known about it. And how did that turn out Jeff thought. Jeff invited Shy against the wishes of his own family, and Shy goes there to kidnap someone. How much of this was Shy’s own doing? Jeff needed a drink.
He went over to the fridge to get a beer, and found it out. Jeff would have to go out and get some. There was a liquor store in the shopping center. If Jeff hurried he might be able to catch Shannon and Tyson. He knew his girl would stop at the market first to load the car up with snacks for the road trip. Jeff figured if he did catch up with them, maybe he’d let Shannon talk him out of it. But he knew she wouldn’t. Shannon was harder than Jeff was in some ways. She was hurt, but she understood more than he could ever explain to her.
As Jeff was going to his car, he checked himself to make sure he had everything. He wasn’t about to be caught without his gun, but he knew he shouldn’t be walking around with too much cash on him. He counted out a few 20’s and left the rest on the entertainment stand. He knew he’d be back in a few minutes.
Jeff pulled into the Shopping center parking lot to a scene that he was not expecting at all. Right there only a few feet in front of him was Rico carrying a kicking and screaming Shannon, while Struggles was dragging Tyson through the parking lot.
On a normal day Jeff prides himself on being able to calmly access a situation before reacting. This was not one of those days.
Jeff’s car startled everyone as it crashed into a row of parked vehicles in front of him. Jeff was out the car and firing his pistol in their direction without even putting it in park.
He managed to hit Rico in his neck, but the large man quickly ducked behind another car before Jeff could hit him again.
Jeff screamed out loud for Shannon as he tried to move closer while not exposing his entire body.
Struggles, who was able to get to the SUV first, came back out holding a Tech-9 wildly firing the weapon into the parking lot. Jeff was sure Struggles hadn’t even seen him, but with a weapon firing at that rate he couldn’t take a chance.
Jeff also heard dogs growling and barking, which was confusing. He wanted to badly look up to see what was going on. He moved to a position that he could peek through, and what he saw made him sick to his stomach. Rico was punching and forcing Shannon into a SUV. Behind Shannon a pit-bull was viciously attacking and mauling her from inside the vehicle. Jeff popped up from behind his cover and shot at Rico’s back 4 times.
By this point Struggles had made his way behind the wheel of The SUV. He pulled off with Shannon’s body half way hanging out of the door. Rico’s body slumped to the ground as the SUV sped through the parking lot with the back door swinging open and closed. The door was not able to fully shut because of Shannon’s hanging legs.
Jeff completely tormented by his own senses emptied his gun into the feeling truck as it left the parking lot.
When he was able to finally get to where the SUV pulled off from Rico was still laying there barely breathing. Jeff picked up the Tech-9 that Struggles had dropped and finished Rico off.
He heard someone crying in the vicinity and prayed it was little Tyson.
When Rico looked behind one of the cars he saw Shanae who was balled up between two cars crying her eyes out. Her face and shirt were covered in blood. Her eyes were full of fear. Shanae began to plead for her life.
“Please, I wasn’t going to say anything! I was just gonna let her go! I smiled at her, I smiled, then she jumped at me, and then………”
She was cut off by multiple shots from Jeff. He just didn’t care anymore. His mind was in shambles. Rico was gone, but so was Shannon and Tyson. He didn’t know what to do. There were police sirens in the distance, and he knew he couldn’t stick around long. Jeff sprinted for his car, hopped in, and pulled off.
It took Jeff about a good hour to finally duck the cops. He knew a lot of the back roads, and he kept a car stashed in an old garage just for situations like this. He knew he had to vanish, and debated going back to Shannon’s house for the money before skipping town. There was a chance that Shannon might have been able to get away and find her way back there, but Jeff highly doubted it. Then he thought of little Tyson. If Tyson got away, would the child think to go back to the house? Would he even know how to get to the house? Jeff wasn’t sure. He figured the only way to know for sure was to go back there himself before leaving.
When Jeff got to Shannon’s house, he was stunned to see the SUV parked in the driveway. He had no idea how Struggles was able to find Shannon’s house. But it was clear that he did.
The house was a complete mess. Shannon must’ve been forced to lead Struggles here. There had been a fight and there were drops of blood all over the place. It didn’t take a detective to figure out what happened. A dead dog in the kitchen removed all doubt. It looked as if Struggles had turned the dogs on Shannon and Tyson as they tried to fight them off through the house. The sight of one of the dead dogs let Jeff know that Shannon had atleast gone out with a fight.
If Jeff had thought he had gone numb from all the carnage he was surely mistaken. When he made his way to the bed room, the sight of the two dead bodies on Shannon’s bed were too much for Jeff to handle. He broke down before even making his way over to them.
Jeff felt guilty for bringing this kinda fate to the mother and child. Shannon was very formidable in her own right, but no one deserved to die like this. It was horrific and inhuman. Jeff eventually made his way to the bed and was holding the bodies of his girl and her child when he heard Struggles trademark “It’s ChowTime Bitches!” coming from downstairs.
Jeff immediately popped up and went to his closet. He pulled out a shotgun that he kept, and made sure it was loaded. He also replaced the clip from his 9mm. there was no way Struggles was getting out of this shit Jeff thought.
But what was waiting for Jeff, was far more than he could have ever prepared himself for.
On the TV, Struggles had his camcorder from earlier that evening. And what was playing was the stuff nightmares are made of. Struggles in his high pitched voice was laughing and commentating as he recorded the two dogs attacking and ultimately killing Shannon and Tyson. The two had been beaten up badly and were barely responsive. They were moving slowly throughout the entire attack. Jeff knew how it ended, but he couldn’t stop watching. Every second was pure torture. He kept hoping for an outcome where they would win. He even cheered as Shannon was able to make it to the kitchen and stab one of the dogs. But she was too wounded, the animals were too powerful.
Jeff was so caught up in the video that he never heard the back door open. Nor did he sense Struggles coming back into the home. Struggles was able to sneak up and stand right behind Jeff without being detected. Jeff didn’t even notice as Struggles picked up the shotgun than Jeff had brought downstairs. He never even realized that the weapon was trained to the back of his head.
Jeff was dead inside. He hated himself. No one should have to die like that. Jeff felt an insurmountable weight on his chest. The guilt was overwhelming. Jeff didn’t have any coherent thoughts. But if he did, they would probably be to take his own life.
Struggles did the favor for him.
Shy was the black sheep of the family. And Jeff thought it was unfair. Shy was written off by most, but he was always the first one they called when something happened. If one of their girl cousins got into it with a boyfriend, they’d call Shy. But if Jeff didn’t call Shy for the birthday party that they ended up snatching the girl from, he wouldn’t even had known about it. And how did that turn out Jeff thought. Jeff invited Shy against the wishes of his own family, and Shy goes there to kidnap someone. How much of this was Shy’s own doing? Jeff needed a drink.
He went over to the fridge to get a beer, and found it out. Jeff would have to go out and get some. There was a liquor store in the shopping center. If Jeff hurried he might be able to catch Shannon and Tyson. He knew his girl would stop at the market first to load the car up with snacks for the road trip. Jeff figured if he did catch up with them, maybe he’d let Shannon talk him out of it. But he knew she wouldn’t. Shannon was harder than Jeff was in some ways. She was hurt, but she understood more than he could ever explain to her.
As Jeff was going to his car, he checked himself to make sure he had everything. He wasn’t about to be caught without his gun, but he knew he shouldn’t be walking around with too much cash on him. He counted out a few 20’s and left the rest on the entertainment stand. He knew he’d be back in a few minutes.
Jeff pulled into the Shopping center parking lot to a scene that he was not expecting at all. Right there only a few feet in front of him was Rico carrying a kicking and screaming Shannon, while Struggles was dragging Tyson through the parking lot.
On a normal day Jeff prides himself on being able to calmly access a situation before reacting. This was not one of those days.
Jeff’s car startled everyone as it crashed into a row of parked vehicles in front of him. Jeff was out the car and firing his pistol in their direction without even putting it in park.
He managed to hit Rico in his neck, but the large man quickly ducked behind another car before Jeff could hit him again.
Jeff screamed out loud for Shannon as he tried to move closer while not exposing his entire body.
Struggles, who was able to get to the SUV first, came back out holding a Tech-9 wildly firing the weapon into the parking lot. Jeff was sure Struggles hadn’t even seen him, but with a weapon firing at that rate he couldn’t take a chance.
Jeff also heard dogs growling and barking, which was confusing. He wanted to badly look up to see what was going on. He moved to a position that he could peek through, and what he saw made him sick to his stomach. Rico was punching and forcing Shannon into a SUV. Behind Shannon a pit-bull was viciously attacking and mauling her from inside the vehicle. Jeff popped up from behind his cover and shot at Rico’s back 4 times.
By this point Struggles had made his way behind the wheel of The SUV. He pulled off with Shannon’s body half way hanging out of the door. Rico’s body slumped to the ground as the SUV sped through the parking lot with the back door swinging open and closed. The door was not able to fully shut because of Shannon’s hanging legs.
Jeff completely tormented by his own senses emptied his gun into the feeling truck as it left the parking lot.
When he was able to finally get to where the SUV pulled off from Rico was still laying there barely breathing. Jeff picked up the Tech-9 that Struggles had dropped and finished Rico off.
He heard someone crying in the vicinity and prayed it was little Tyson.
When Rico looked behind one of the cars he saw Shanae who was balled up between two cars crying her eyes out. Her face and shirt were covered in blood. Her eyes were full of fear. Shanae began to plead for her life.
“Please, I wasn’t going to say anything! I was just gonna let her go! I smiled at her, I smiled, then she jumped at me, and then………”
She was cut off by multiple shots from Jeff. He just didn’t care anymore. His mind was in shambles. Rico was gone, but so was Shannon and Tyson. He didn’t know what to do. There were police sirens in the distance, and he knew he couldn’t stick around long. Jeff sprinted for his car, hopped in, and pulled off.
It took Jeff about a good hour to finally duck the cops. He knew a lot of the back roads, and he kept a car stashed in an old garage just for situations like this. He knew he had to vanish, and debated going back to Shannon’s house for the money before skipping town. There was a chance that Shannon might have been able to get away and find her way back there, but Jeff highly doubted it. Then he thought of little Tyson. If Tyson got away, would the child think to go back to the house? Would he even know how to get to the house? Jeff wasn’t sure. He figured the only way to know for sure was to go back there himself before leaving.
When Jeff got to Shannon’s house, he was stunned to see the SUV parked in the driveway. He had no idea how Struggles was able to find Shannon’s house. But it was clear that he did.
The house was a complete mess. Shannon must’ve been forced to lead Struggles here. There had been a fight and there were drops of blood all over the place. It didn’t take a detective to figure out what happened. A dead dog in the kitchen removed all doubt. It looked as if Struggles had turned the dogs on Shannon and Tyson as they tried to fight them off through the house. The sight of one of the dead dogs let Jeff know that Shannon had atleast gone out with a fight.
If Jeff had thought he had gone numb from all the carnage he was surely mistaken. When he made his way to the bed room, the sight of the two dead bodies on Shannon’s bed were too much for Jeff to handle. He broke down before even making his way over to them.
Jeff felt guilty for bringing this kinda fate to the mother and child. Shannon was very formidable in her own right, but no one deserved to die like this. It was horrific and inhuman. Jeff eventually made his way to the bed and was holding the bodies of his girl and her child when he heard Struggles trademark “It’s ChowTime Bitches!” coming from downstairs.
Jeff immediately popped up and went to his closet. He pulled out a shotgun that he kept, and made sure it was loaded. He also replaced the clip from his 9mm. there was no way Struggles was getting out of this shit Jeff thought.
But what was waiting for Jeff, was far more than he could have ever prepared himself for.
On the TV, Struggles had his camcorder from earlier that evening. And what was playing was the stuff nightmares are made of. Struggles in his high pitched voice was laughing and commentating as he recorded the two dogs attacking and ultimately killing Shannon and Tyson. The two had been beaten up badly and were barely responsive. They were moving slowly throughout the entire attack. Jeff knew how it ended, but he couldn’t stop watching. Every second was pure torture. He kept hoping for an outcome where they would win. He even cheered as Shannon was able to make it to the kitchen and stab one of the dogs. But she was too wounded, the animals were too powerful.
Jeff was so caught up in the video that he never heard the back door open. Nor did he sense Struggles coming back into the home. Struggles was able to sneak up and stand right behind Jeff without being detected. Jeff didn’t even notice as Struggles picked up the shotgun than Jeff had brought downstairs. He never even realized that the weapon was trained to the back of his head.
Jeff was dead inside. He hated himself. No one should have to die like that. Jeff felt an insurmountable weight on his chest. The guilt was overwhelming. Jeff didn’t have any coherent thoughts. But if he did, they would probably be to take his own life.
Struggles did the favor for him.
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How much better is it to get wisdom than gold!
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How much better is it to get wisdom than gold!
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