Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
JAZZLYN
My head felt like it was about to explode.
The pressure was so heavy that I had to internally coach myself to open my eyes.
I had been in and out of consciousness for a while now, barely able to keep my eyes open for a minute at a time.
Last thing I could remember was the impact.
The car crashed into me so hard that my car rolled twice.
Being alive right now was a blessing. I was scared to move, afraid that if I did, I would fuck up my chances of remaining alive, and I would be dead within seconds.
My ears hadn’t stopped ringing. The only sound I’d been able to register was my shallow breathing. I had been trying to keep it steady. If I panicked, there would’ve been no calming me down.
Finally mustering up the strength to open my eyes, I winced at the bright light that shined above me.
I for damn sure wasn’t in Heaven because the air was too humid and muggy.
Taking a look around, I noticed the walls were old wooden panels that had mildew climbing up them.
My orbs were able to trail down and notice the stained green carpet underneath me.
I was on a thin cot that was supported by rusty springs that squealed with each move I made.
The longer I kept my eyes open, the more I was able to feel the aftermath of the crash’s impact on my body.
I felt like I had been dropped from the tallest building in the city with no parachute.
My ears eventually stopped ringing, and I was met with the intimidating silence that filled the room.
I knew I was in a basement of some sort due to the lack of windows.
Slowly, I lifted my hand up to my head. My fingers graced a wound that had been bandaged up.
“What the fuck?” I croaked out, my throat dry and voice brittle.
I wasn’t in no fucking hospital, so who the fuck patched me up, and why the fuck was I in a fucking basement?
Every muscle in my body felt like it was on fire. I pursed my lips shut to keep from making any noise. I didn’t know who dragged me here or what they were capable of.
After a while, I managed to sit up. I looked down at myself.
Open cuts and wounds were all over my arms and legs from the shards of glass that went flying from the windows.
I had no clue how the fuck I made it out of that crash alive.
For a minute, I really thought it was over for me.
The last two people I thought about were Ahkeem and Saphir.
I could only imagine how crazy my husband’s mind was going right now.
I had no sense of time, but I knew the fact that I didn’t get to Saphir’s school was a red flag to Ahkeem.
He knew something was up, which meant he was tearing up the fucking city behind me.
The door of the basement creaked open. Because of the way I was positioned on the side of the staircase, I had no clue who was coming down. I held my breath as I heard footsteps sound against the stairs.
“You’re up.”
The rugged voice caused a queasiness to surface from the pit of my stomach.
The only thing that was holding me over was the bagel smeared with cream cheese I had on the jet while flying in from Miami.
I was afraid that it would soon be all over the dingy-ass carpet.
I eyed him up and down. He reminded me of a bag of potatoes, just big and slouchy.
He was dressed in all black, but even that didn’t slim down his physique.
My eyes trailed from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. His receding hair line had me questioning how old this nigga was. I wasn’t familiar with him at all, so I had no fucking clue what he wanted from me.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I croaked.
I spent so much time trying to figure out where and how this nigga knew me that I didn’t notice he had a bottle of water in hand.
He untwisted the cap and extended the opened bottle toward me.
I eyed it. I couldn’t trust his big ass as far as I could throw him.
I reached my hand up and slapped the bottle out of his hand.
That was when I noticed my wedding band and engagement ring were gone.
Panic began to set in. This fat bitch had already crashed into me and had me ducked off in some shitty-ass basement, and now he had taken it a step further by taking my fucking wedding ring!
Anger brewed inside of me as I reached up and touched my neck. My tennis necklace was gone too.
This nigga was a bum and was looking for an easy come up off my fucking jewelry.
His eyes narrowed at the sight of the water that splattered against the carpet. I eyed him while he watched every bit of the water spill out of the bottle. Once it was empty, he cocked his hand back and backhanded the fuck out of the side of my face.
The impact of his slap was so hard, I fell back onto the cot I was on. My body felt like it had just gotten run over by a steamroller, and him pimp slapping me didn’t make the shit feel no better. I yelped in pain as I held the side of my face.
“My husband is gonna fucking kill you, you greasy, fat bitch!” I clamored out with my nose flared.
He chuckled, making the mistake of taking my threat lightly. “You so confident in that nigga. How the fuck he let you get snatched up in the first place?”
I sat back up while narrowing my eyes at him. “He didn’t let shit happen. Your pussy ass rammed your busted-ass car into mine. That’s the most action you’ll ever get because you’re too much of a pussy to get in the field with a real nigga like my husband.”
“You really think your husband somebody? He just a bum-ass nigga who lucked up by fucking you.”
I wasn’t dumb. The minute I peeped he robbed me of my ice, I knew this shit had a deeper motive. The angrier I got him, the more he would reveal. “You wish it was you, huh?”
He reached down and grabbed his crotch in his tight-ass pants that had him walking around like he had a camel-toe. “It could be me. Keep talking crazy, and I’ll shove my dick in your mouth. Stupid bitch.”
“And I’ll bite that shrimp clean the fuck off and spit it out.”
I could’ve been on my death bed, and I still wouldn’t let a bum-ass nigga like him shut me the fuck up.
His jaws clenched as he gripped my black tresses at my roots.
I winced in pain at the feeling of my hair being yanked from the scalp.
He undid the button of his jean and just when he was about to drag his zipper down, the door of the basement creaked, and another set of footsteps were coming down.
“The fuck are you doing?” She twisted her face up at ole dude, eyeing him up and down in disgust just like I had.
I could’ve still been disoriented from the crash, so I blinked my eyes a few times.
Last time I saw this bitch, we were fixing to go to war in the conference room at Abraham’s law firm.
She was the last bitch I would’ve expected to be standing before me, but just like her entrance into my life, she liked surprising the fuck out of me.
Giselle stood near the stairs shifting her brown eyes between me and ole dude.
Even with our faces looking damn near the same, the sight of her disgusted me.
She was also dressed in all black with her hair slicked back.
Hanging from her shoulder was a first aid bag, and she had a set of unused gloves in her hands.
“This a mouthy bitch. I was gonna shut her the fuck up,” he snarled down at me before letting go of my hair.
“You could never shut me the fuck up,” I snapped before cutting my eyes to Giselle. “Bitch, my brother is gonna fucking kill you.”
“You mean our brother,” she corrected with a smirk while walking toward me.
“No, you nutty-ass bitch. I meant my brother. You did all this shit for some money? You’re more like your fucking mother than I thought.”
She narrowed her eyes at me as she squatted down so she was at eye level with me. I watched her pull the gloves onto her hands and attempt to touch me, but I pulled away from her.
“Don’t fucking touch me! The fuck are you doing this for?!”
“These cuts are pretty bad. You should let me patch them up.”
“Bitch, I’d rather let them get infected and die! Get the fuck away from me!” I backed away from her. If I had the strength in my legs, I would’ve squared up with her and showed her why it was in her best interest not to fuck with me. However, my body was in pain, and I felt weak and defenseless.
She completely ignored me and glanced up at ole boy. “Where’s the water I sent you down with?”
“Stupid bitch tossed it on the floor,” he scoffed while pointing at the now empty bottle.
These motherfuckas were just conversing like I wasn’t in the fucking room. I shifted my eyes at them. What the fuck was the motive behind this?
“If you wanted more background on the loose pussy you fell out of, you could’ve just asked. A fucking car crash and kidnapping is a bit dramatic. Don’t you think?”
She cut her eyes at me before standing back up. I made the bitch feel small, no matter the circumstances, so she stood over me trying to assert her dominance in the situation.
“You and Priest weren’t willing to give me what I deserved, so I found out what you were worth and took matters into my own hands.”
“You did this for a couple grand? Bitch, I spend that in a week. You’re about to die behind this shit. You know that?”
Her upper lip twitched before the first aid bag hanging from her shoulder dropped to the floor. She cocked her fist back and punched me right in the lip.
“You really weren’t raised with us. You hit like a whack-ass suburban bitch.” I spit at her boots.
“You really need to humble yourself. You walk around like you’re fucking invincible, but look at you. Your brother isn’t around to save you, and neither is your husband. When it comes down to it, you’re just like me.”