Page 91 of Stay Dangerous

I moaned audibly as I squatted and peed. My hands gripped the counter and the wall, but I didn't stop until my bladder was empty.

It didn’t help my head.

After flushing and washing my hands, I put the toilet seat down and sat, palming either side of my head. The music was muted, but my head still throbbed to the beat of the bass.

I felt out of my body.

I felt like I needed to go home.

Commotion leaked from under the door, before screams erupted.

Followed by gunshots.

I jumped up immediately, chanting Auty’s name like a prayer. Our first hood function, and we were separated when the shots came.

Turkey was going to kill me.

I snatched open the door and pushed my way out, but everyone was running in the small space.

I was pushed hard into someone, before knocking into someone else.

The next time I was pushed, I leaned back, and saw it was Kilo.

He turned around, his elbow flying in the air.

It was the last thing I saw before darkness.

“How many girls you got?”

“Including this one’s fine ass sister, we got six. I got them in yo other crib on the top floor.”

“Aight. Lock down the entire tower. I’on want no one in or out until Monday, when the buyer comes.”

“Fasho. What about her?”

“She can stay in here until shit gets situated. I’ll have a lil’ fun with her before we knock that bitch nigga Pooh off.”

“You talking hella freely in front of this bitch.”

“Chyna spiked her shot, then I elbowed her ass. She not gon’ remember shit when she do wake up, but she’ll be horny and ready for a young. Let’s go. I seen her sister. I wanna see the rest of the girls. The buyer wants pictures. And get in touch with Luney and Tune. Might as well knock them off with they pops at the same time.”

“Fasho.”

The door closed behind them.

I didn’t open my eyes until I heard the front door close softly in the distance.

My head was swimming. My eye hurt so bad. And I was definitely feeling all the shit I took and was given to me.

But I couldn’t fucking stay. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t sore between my legs, but clearly, I was on borrowed time.

Auty.

A sob worked up my throat, but I held it down as I tried to clear my head.

There was a window in the room, with bars, but still, a window. There were wires coming from it, which meant it was the type of bars that poked out in case of emergency.

Digging my hand behind the bed, I found the lever and pulled until the bars popped out of the wall. The sill looked almost painted shut, but with some elbow grease and me holding in vomit, I was able to open the window high enough to sneak out.