Chapter 22 - Tyreek Jr #2
Hearing my front door slam, I jumped for fear of who it could be. My hands shook nervously as I clutched the handle of my gun, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot whoever came to my house, looking for an issue.
“TJ! Where the fuck are you?!”
Leaving my room, I couldn’t help the scowl on my face at the sound of Lisa’s voice. I stood at the top of the stairs and glared down at her. I hadn’t seen her since I beat her ass after she got me suspended from my job and told Blossom about us.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I hissed as I reached the bottom of the staircase and hovered above her. “You know damn well I’m not fucking with you.”
“Hmph.” She smirked, crossing her arms as she eyed me. “From the looks of it, whoever did this to your house isn’t fucking with you either. You can’t go around doing people any kind of way and expect good things to happen to you.”
Waving her off, I walked past her to the middle of my living room and looked around.
It was going to take a while to clean this shit up, and I was going to have my mother come over and help me.
She would be down for whatever as long as I threw her a few dollars and some gin.
Dialing her number, I cursed under my breath as it went to voicemail again.
I was going to have to pull up on her since I hadn’t been able to get in touch with her for a few days.
Her ass was probably with Aerial and those other old chicken heads, partying like they usually did in that ghetto-ass neighborhood.
“Look, Lisa… As you can see, I have other shit to worry about.” I turned to face her. “Why the fuck are you at my house anyway? I told you I wasn’t fucking with you, and that I love my girl.”
“Your girl?!” she shouted as she stepped toward me, her light skin already turning red. “That girl doesn’t want you, Tyreek! She’s seen you for what you are: a cheater and woman-beater! You think she’s going to take you back after everything you’ve done to her—to me?!”
Shrugging my shoulders, I stepped past her as I headed toward my front door. I needed to get my mama over here before it got too late in the day. Once she got with her friends, it was a wrap.
“My girl loves me, and she knows I love her.” I held my door open as I glanced over my shoulder and smirked. “Ain’t shit coming between us ever again.”
“Not even a baby?” My face fell in an instant.
Now, it was her turn to smirk. “You think she’s going to be okay with another woman having her man’s first child?
” She reached into her hoodie and pulled out ultrasound pictures.
“She’s a sweet girl, but I don’t think she’ll be a good stepmother to the kid her man made on her. ”
Stepping toward me, she slammed the grainy photos into my chest. I stood in shock as I watched the black-and-white film fall to the floor. The room began to spin as I thought about what she said. I knew Blossom, and she would never forgive me for this. Lisa had officially ruined my life.
“You weak-ass bitch!” I roared, yanking her back from the door as she tried to leave. “You trapped me! You fuckin’ trapped me, you no-good bitch!”
“Let me goooo!” she screamed as she clawed at my hands in hopes I would let her loose. “You’re hurting me, TJ!”
“Bitch, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”
Throwing her to the floor, I watched as she fell on her tailbone before trying to crawl away. Kicking her in the side, I watched as she arched in pain before rolling over.
“TJ, please, don’t do this!” she mumbled through her cries, but her tears didn’t mean shit to me. “Think about the baby!”
Dropping my eyes to her midsection, I saw red. All I could think about was Blossom and what she would do if I told her I was expecting a little one. She would never forgive me, and our relationship would be over forever.
“Fuck you and fuck that baby.”
Raising my foot, I stomped on her stomach as hard as I could. My ears rang as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Bending down, I used the butt of my gun, hitting her in the temple repeatedly to shut her up.
“All that damn crying and shit.” I frowned at her as her body went limp. “You shouldn’t have even come over here.”
Standing upright, I looked over her unconscious body and noticed the blood seeping from between her legs.
I didn’t feel bad for her because if anyone was having my kid, it would be Blossom.
As I stood there and watched her, something didn’t seem right.
Using my foot, I tapped her leg to wake her, but there was no response.
“Wake your bitch ass up, Lisa!”
When she remained still, I dropped to the ground, placing my finger on her neck for a pulse.
My eyes expanded from shock and a whole lot of fear when I didn’t feel one.
Jumping to my feet, I stumbled backward to my front door.
Snatching it open, I all but jumped down the stairs, ignoring the stares from my neighbors.
Starting my car, I floored it all the way to my mother’s house.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed as I beat the steering wheel repeatedly. “I killed her! I fuckin’ killed her!”
I didn’t want Lisa anymore, and I didn’t want her to ruin my relationship once I made things right with Blossom. Even with all of that being true, I never wanted to kill her. The only person I wanted dead was Jaseon McKnight; the junior and the senior.
Even though killing her wasn’t my intention, Lisa wasn’t my first body, and she wouldn’t be the last. Since becoming an officer, I’d committed several crimes, including the death of Jamal Cummings, Chris’s brother.
The day his severed head rolled around Rowan’s office, I was relieved but also worried.
I had killed Jamal in hopes of placing the blame on the McKnights.
It was supposed to fuel the fire within Chris and make it easier for him to agree to help me take them down.
The only thing it did was get his ass killed too.
Killing Jamal was a means to an end. Killing Lisa was a mistake that I shouldn’t have made.
There were too many people who had seen her at my house and could easily point the finger at me.
I knew my life would never be the same once they found her body.
Speeding into my mother’s neighborhood, I damn near ran over the kids in the parking lot, splashing water every which way.
It had been raining so much lately that the storm drains were clogged, causing overflow into the parking lots.
It was still early in the morning, so even though there were kids outside, there wasn’t much else going on.
The hood usually only came alive after lunchtime, which is why I was trying to snatch my mama up early before people started to wake up from the previous night’s activities.
“Mama is going to kill me,” I murmured to myself as I jumped out of my car. “She’s going to—Ahhhh!”
Reaching the top step to her porch, I dropped to my knees as I peered into her living room window.
Bending over, I threw up all the food in my stomach as hot tears blinded me.
Her neighbors began to step outside at the sound of my shrieking cries.
Heaving, I pushed off the ground and took slow steps into the house.
Before I could get inside good, the horrid smell hit me immediately.
“Mama!” I cried as I ran into her home and dropped before her headless body. “Mama, no!”
Slowly, I followed the trail of blood to the window. Crawling on my hands and knees, I made my way to the curtains, pushing them back and causing the broomstick to fall to the floor.
“Oh Goddd!” I sobbed uncontrollably as her head rolled into the corner. “Who did this to you?!”
Covering my face, I cried for my mother. She may have had her flaws, but she was mine! She loved me as best as she could. Who could hurt her like this? Who would take her away from me?
JJ.
My mind answered for me, and the devil inside of me emerged simultaneously.
Chest heaving, I stood to my feet, wobbling, trying to stay upright.
I ignored the cries and screams of her friends who came into the house.
When someone yelled about Aerial being dead, too, I looked over to see my uncle’s mother with a huge gash in her chest. I’d been so distraught about my own mother that I didn’t notice her before the announcement.
Seeing my mother’s head in the window had shaken me, and I had to get out of there.
I pushed past the small crowd that had gathered around to gossip and stare.
Jumping into my car, I shook from grief and anger as I started my car and flew out of the lot.
The McKnights had taken from me for the last time.
It’s their turn to see what it feels like now.
Pulling up outside of the medical examiner’s office, I hopped out of my car with nothing but murder on my mind. I knew without a doubt that JJ was behind my mother’s murder, and for that, he was about to die.
“TJ?” I heard Sheena’s whiny voice from behind me as I hustled toward the entrance of the building. “Where are you going?”
Ignoring her, I pulled on the metal door handles and tried to shake them from the hinges. I banged on the door repeatedly, but no one was answering. That pissed me off even more, and I found myself spazzing out at the doors.
“Let me in this muthafucka right now, Sheena!” I yelled as she walked up beside me. “I’m killing this nigga! Today!”
My chest heaved up and down as she watched me with wild eyes. My mother was gone, I’d probably lost my girl, and I’d committed murder. I didn’t have anything to lose, and if my life was over, ending a McKnight would make me feel a hell of a lot better.
“TJ, tell me what’s wrong,” Sheena asked hesitantly as she dropped her work bag to her feet, taking slow steps toward me. “You look like shit. Is that blood?”
“Where the fuck is Jaseon Jr?” I hissed, slamming her into the door of the building. “Tell me right fucking now where that nigga is!”