15. Hakeem
Chapter Fifteen
HAKEEM
Walking into my house, I stepped out of my bloodstained Timberlands and left them at the front door.
Stripping down to my boxers, I left everything there on top of the dirty boots.
Sending off a text, I let my people know that my shit was ready to pick up.
I had a hit that wasn’t that far. It was in Victorville, California about two hours away from L.A.
Since Reaper was gone and Solace was claiming to have the stomach flu.
I stayed on top of my immediate crew business.
The guy that I was hired to assassin today had pissed a lot of people off when news got out to the family that he had been sleeping with his daughters and got one of them pregnant.
It was really some sick ass people in this world that didn’t deserve to live.
I stepped under my multiple jet shower and hung my head allowing the water to beat down my body in every angle.
I needed my hair braided badly I kept it wild and curly until I found another female to braid me up.
The last broad I was fucking with got all in her feelings and blocked my ass.
I thought about Lori and wanted to call her ass to come fuck with me for a little but thought against it.
After staying in the shower for an hour-long, I felt clean and refreshed.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to go check if my dirty clothes had been picked up.
Like clockwork, everything was gone including the shoes.
My mind went to Kachella’s pretty, crazy ass.
I had been ignoring her and it was hard to do so.
While I felt it was best to stay the hell away from her, I still missed seeing and talking to her.
After getting dressed, I tried to call her, but her phone went straight to voicemail.
I sat at the edge of my bed contemplating going up to the club to pop up on her just to make sure she was straight.
I went to my closet to find some clothes to wear.
I should have been trying to catch up on rest, I damn near went two days with no sleep.
After laying my clothes out on my bed, I checked my phone and saw I had a group text with a hundred numbers added to it.
It was from Ream, and the text didn’t say anything but our 911 code numbers in case some shit had happened.
Another text popped up saying warehouse tomorrow at three o’ clock pm.
Some shit must’ve gone left if he was texting from a burner phone indicating that he wanted everyone to meet up at the warehouse.
I smoked a blunt, took a couple of shots and made my way to the club.
I made it to the club at eleven thirty. The club was at capacity making it hard to make my way through the sea of people that had their focus on the stage.
A skinny tall chick with body paint was at the top of the pole.
From a good distance, I could see her shape kind of resembled Kachella.
It couldn’t be her because this chick had a short-cut hairstyle, Kachella’s hair was long and wavy.
Squinting my eyes to look a little harder, I started making my way closer to the stage.
All the caked-up makeup and body paint made it hard to make out if that was really Kachella.
When the lights hit the woman’s face, I noticed her hair was a light pink color.
Our eyes connected and it confirmed it was Kachella.
What I didn’t expect was for her to practically fall down the pole from way up high and practically run to me.
Jumping right into my arms and shaking harder than a feather she held on tight to my neck and sobbed.
“Please get me out of here Keem.” She felt like she weighed nothing and by her being in such a panic I did as she said ignoring the onlookers and pissed-off men as I carried her out of the club to my car.
I dared anybody to stop me cause my gun was on me and I was ready for whatever.
When I placed her in the passenger seat, I asked no questions.
I didn’t give a fuck about the body paint that fucked up my two-thousand-dollar shirt.
My focus was on her as she looked around frantically like she was running from someone.
Whoever it was, I didn’t need to know the full detail.
I had my mind made up I was going to kill somebody behind Kachella.
Jogging around to my driver’s side, I got in and started my car.
I didn’t think twice about taking her to my house.
On the way back to my place I wanted to pull over and console her so bad because she cried and sobbed so hard, I could feel that shit in my chest. I couldn’t make out her words as I bit my bottom lip to control my anger.
Chella’s cheeks looked sunken, her face looked a little contorted, but it still didn’t take away the beauty I saw in her.
Pulling up to my crib I carried her in and headed straight to my bathroom.
I ran her a hot bubble bath, then started the shower adjacent to my jacuzzi tub.
She sat on the toilet biting her nails, I watched her intently and could tell she wasn’t herself.
Walking up to her, I helped her stand up and took off her nipple stickers and G-string.
“I’m so sorry Keem.” She apologized, each tear that ran down her face I kissed away. She was moving me in a way that had my chest tightening. I wasn’t a soft ass nigga but watching her cry and shake like someone had harmed her beyond measures had a tear escaping my eye.
“Don’t be sorry Chella, I got you. We gone get through whatever it is. I’m gone hold you down baby.” I whispered while hugging her as tight as I could to make her feel secure.
“I’m dirty Ream.” She sobbed again, all I could do was lead her to the shower to wash off all the paint and makeup.
While she stood under the shower, I turned on all the other jets and let them run all over her.
I stepped out and undressed, I kept my boxers on out of respect.
I didn’t want her to think I wanted something in return for helping her.
I went to grab a bath towel and more liquid soap that my mom had left behind when she would come to visit me.
Entering the shower, the body paint was still present but smeared.
“What made you get all this paint on your skin baby.” She turned around to face me and my stomach dropped as anger damn near took over my whole existence. The left side of her face was purple and blue. Her eye was still swollen.
“Who the fuck did this shit!” I roared. I couldn’t stop my jaw from clenching tight.
Her eyes dropped as she gave me her back.
I took a seat on the shower bench and told her to come here.
When she turned to face me, she had a look of embarrassment.
I put soap into the washcloth and remained silent.
When I started to soap her body up and scrub, she winced out in pain when I got to certain areas on her body.
Handing her another towel to wash the remainder makeup that still stuck to her eyes.
She stepped back under the water. I watched as the paint started to wash off with the water.
I told myself to stay calm and ease information out of Kachella, she was fragile, and I didn’t want to add to that.
I looked at her naked body and allowed my head to drop.
She had bruises and open cuts all over her like she had been tortured.
“Come here Kachella.” I said above a whisper, all I wanted to do right now was make it better for her.
When she made it in front of me, I noticed blood seeping down between her thighs.
She noticed where my attention was and went back under the shower water and spread her legs to wash the blood away.
“Tre made me take an abortion pill. He said he didn’t want a hoe-ass hard-headed bitch carrying his seed.” She laughed lightly with her back facing me. I noticed bite marks on her as cheeks before she turned back my way.
“I know I had to learn a lesson, but I didn’t think I would learn a lesson like this Keem.
I thought you, my sister, or dad would come to save me.
Each beating and every strange face that he allowed to penetrate me broke me, Hakeem.
I’m so dirty, so tainted, I don’t think I will ever be the same.
” She cried and I stood to console her. Bringing her close, I rocked with her in my arms.
“You gone be fine Kachella, you can stay here with me. I’ll get a doctor to come look at you and I will help you with whatever you need.
You don’t owe me shit, you don’t got to fuck me or anything.
I just want to be a good friend to you and help you heal.
” She placed her arms around my neck and laid her head on my chest. We stood just like that for ten minutes, and I allowed her to get it all out.
I wasn’t here to judge her I was her to make sure she was safe and secure.
When I got done with that nigga Tre, he was gone wish he never looked Kachella’s way.
Tonight, I just wanted to be here for her and get her comfortable.
Tomorrow we would work on whatever steps we needed to take to get her on the right track.
Mattea crossed my mind, and I knew for a fact she would stop at nothing to make sure that nigga Tre paid for what he had did.
I could keep a lot of things a secret, but this wasn’t one of them.
If one of my family members had been violated like Kachella, I would want to know.
I couldn’t keep this shit from my Mattea even if I wanted too.
I scrubbed her down again and let her soak in the tub.
When she was done soaking, I bathed her once more then dried her off.
I was new to all of this shit, but I did the best I could.
Greasing her body and giving her one of my shirts to put on.
She sat on the toilet because her blood flow from the abortion pill, she had taken was heavy.
I ran to the liquor store and grabbed her some pads.
Once I got her in my bed, I went to the kitchen to make her a sandwich.
I couldn’t cook worth a damn so this would have to do.
I mainly ate out and brought take-out dinner home because I was always busy in the streets.
We lay in bed saying nothing, I held her tight and even tighter whenever I noticed her crying. I held her, consoled her, and rocked her to sleep. I watched her rest and kissed her on the forehead a couple of times. In my twenty-four years of living, I never witnessed a woman battered this badly.
“I love you Kachella.” I whispered before dosing off myself. We had a long road ahead of us and the first step was killing the nigga responsible for all her troubles.