Chapter 24 #3
“Fuck. I’m not done securing these hooks,” I mumbled as a whiff of hot air slid into my truck.
“In front of you, blind bat! Get in the back. I have my lunch in the front seat!” Germoney said cheerily, making me extra proud of her.
“Funky ass bitch,” August Senior hissed.
“Put on your best proud face,” I ordered lowly as the hot air was no longer swirling around my vehicle.
“She’s reaching for the door handle,” Germoney spoke quickly as I curled and outstretched my fingers.
“Make them speakers sing when the door close,” August Senior tried to speak without growling as I removed my leather belt. Tightening my gloved hands around the ends of the belt, I held my breath.
The door opened, bringing in enough hot air to suffocate a motherfucka. But the most choking shit that blasted through my vehicle was a fake ass, concerned, too proper for my liking tone bitch. “Oh, my God. What happened to A.J.?”
“Somebody’s idiotic child is what happened to him. Put his legs in yo’ lap,” August Senior voiced coolly as the door closed.
“Yes, sir,” the so concerned bitch voiced as I felt my truck going into reverse.
Nasi Wonder it was against her forehead.
I applied so much pressure that August Senior tapped my hand repeatedly.
I never looked at him. I couldn’t. I was in a dorm room, unable to stop a bitch from putting my son’s dick in her when he couldn’t consent to the shit.
“Gotdamn it, Mona! Come from wherever you at! You ‘bout to snap that bitch’s neck!” August Senior voiced loudly, snapping me into the present.
Seeing the bitch hanging over the back seat, I rolled my eyes, dropped the belt and snatched the hoe into the latch.
Looking down at the skeezah with her legs resting on the back seat, I said, “That wouldn’t be a good thing since I need her to say all she needs to say before our boy.
How far out are we from our destination, Germoney? ”
“A few seconds. Just turned on their street. Any parking instructions?”
“Back up to their gate,” August Senior and I replied, at once, as the moaning and groaning female pathetically looked up at me.
“Why? Why … are you treating me like this?” she gasped.
“You date-raped August Junior,” I spat as fear crept into her eyes.
“I … I … I didn’t do that to him. Why would I? I’m fine as fuck. Every boy wants me,” she cried, pissing me off.
“Except for my son,” I snarled as my truck backed into her parents’ driveway.
“Yes, except for him, but that doesn’t mean I date raped him.
I’m not that desperate for dick, unlike some people in this truck.
The driver,” she sobbed lowly as August Senior cut his eye at me.
I tried my best not to look at him. There was a step I didn’t complete.
A step he always told me needed to be completed—to thoroughly investigate all parties, especially the likable ones.
“Explain,” I demanded, feeling the smooth transition of my truck going into park.
“She always comes last, and she doesn’t like that,” Deminika whispered, fear cradling her eyes.
Didn’t X say something about having the Henry children tailed? Yes, she did. She will be the one to confirm that we have the right bitch, I thought, looking at August Senior as Germoney stared at me quizzically.
Looking at the complex man, smoking a blunt, I said, “You need to get her on the phone. I have a question.”
Shaking his head, he hissed, “You’ve failed. That’s why I always told yo’ ass to slow yo’ fuckin’ mind down an’ cross of all yo’ damn Ts befo’ movin’ quick.”
“I know,” I responded, hating that one quality about myself. I was always in defense mode when shit didn’t add up or ass-whoopings needed to be handed out immediately.
As the phone line trilled, August Senior glared at me and shook his head. I was glad when X answered, “Talk to me.”
“Can you provide me with details about Germoney Henry’s whereabouts since the beginning of school?” I asked, causing the girl’s eyebrows to shoot upward.
“Since her movements didn’t involve me, I ordered not to have them told to me. However, her movements are accounted for. Hold for a second so I can put the person who tails her on the line,” X spoke calmly as something crashed in her background.
“Zerykaaaaa, if you are jumping off the fucking bed again, I’m going to beat your ass all the way to a gotdamn hospital! I’m tired of being in Momma mode with you! You finna see motherfucking Chief! Keep fucking with me now!” X bellowed as August Senior laughed heartily.
“Shut the fuck up, nigga. But it sounds good to hear that,” X said warmly before the line went quiet.
In seconds, a voice so deep graced the line that I had to squint to hear.
“Talk to me, Chief.”
“Germoney Henry. I need all her movements and those in her company starting from August 10th,” X breathed strongly. She was in boss bitch mode.
“In the beginnin’, exactly at 7:20 a.m. Monday through Thursday, she wait at outside her door wit’ books in hand.
Same days at 7:25, August Junior in her presence, grabbin’ her books.
At 7:35, they arrive at the cafeteria, eat breakfast, an’ swap notebooks.
They don’t leave ‘til 8:05. At 8:10, they arrive at their English class. At 9:42, they exit their class. Go on break ‘til 9:50 a.m. They don’t separate. Every day, they playfully bicker ‘bout who buy what from the snack bars. Once break end, he walk her to her science class. At 11:42, she exit the classroom, August Junior’s there, grab her books, an’ they go to the library.
They don’t leave the library ‘til 1:20. They arrive at the cafeteria at 1:25. No schoolbooks. They talk, joke, an’ laugh.
Them guhs an’ niggas come to the table to ask if they datin’.
She say no; he get mad. Boss, they cute together.
I be wantin’ to take pictures an’ send it to his parents… .”
“Stick to the analysis, please,” X said as if smiling.
“My bad. You know how I get when them churren grow up an’ find a love interest. A’ight, so at 1:50, they leave the cafeteria.
They arrive at the bathroom 1:55. She’on come out that bathroom ‘til 2:05, lookin’ flustered.
They leave wit’ August Junior jokin’ ‘bout her shittin’ up them folks bathroom.
At 2:12, he drops her off at her history class.
She’on leave out ‘til 3:46. She an’ August Junior arrive at the gym at 3:57.
She high-five him while wishin’ him good luck at practice.
She leaves. At 4:07, she arrive on the side of the campus where most students sit on blankets, talkin’, studyin’, an’ shit like that.
She greet people, get hugs from guys, an’ read a book.
No devices near her when she on that quilt, mindin’ her business.
At 5:00, she go to her room an’ don’t leave ‘til 7:20. At 7:30, she at the gym. At 7:32, she leave wit’ August Junior.
At 7:45, they arrive at the cafeteria. At 8:30, they leave the cafeteria.
At 8:35, they in the common area wit’ the other students.
At 9:30, she go to her dorm wit’ August Junior next to her.
When they arrive at her room, she gives him a hug.
After he kiss her cheek, she go into her room.
From 9:30 p.m. ‘til 7:20 a.m., she never leave her dorm. On Fridays, she wit’ him all day ‘til he has practice. Then, she go to her room an’ say there ‘til he knocks on her door,” he said as a wet-faced, disappointed Germoney nodded slowly while sitting in the driver’s seat.
“You said in the beginning. When did something change?” X asked as I stopped breathing. I needed to make sure I heard everything correctly.