27. Kenya
I thought we could get away with our plan, and now Xavier is dead.
He killed the love of my fucking life, and now I’m sitting here in this cold ass basement chained to a fucking chair.
I have to find a way to get out of here because I know he is going to kill me. They had some big ass guy watching me.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I said to him.
“Well go then,” he responded.
“Are you fucking crazy? I know you don’t expect me to go in my clothes!
” I screamed because he looked as if he was dead ass serious.
He made a call to someone, and I assumed it was Juelz.
That muthafucka better hope I don't ever get out of here because I was going to make his life a living hell.
I remember when I was coming down the stairs of the basement, I had my cell phone in my hand and stuck in my pocket.
Thank God nobody called me, while I was chained up.
The big dude came over and unchained my legs from the chair and then chained my legs together.
“Let’s go, walk straight ahead,” he released my hands, and I had to hop to the bathroom. He opened the door, and I went inside. He kept the door open.
“I need some fucking privacy; I have to do more than piss!” I told him, so he shut the door.
There were no windows in this bathroom. I was fucked!
Turning the sink water on, I waited for a few minutes to see if he would open the door.
When the coast was clear, I turned the ringer off and the volume to my phone down low, then I quickly dialed Kendrick’s number.
“Yeah, what’s up?” He answered.
“Kendrick, it’s me, I can’t talk long. Juelz found out about me and Xavier and he killed Xavier. I’m being held in a basement in one of his houses in Queens. I have no idea where I am,” I whispered.
“Fuck Kenya, how the hell did he find out? Alright, try to keep your phone on as long as you can. I’m going to try to track you. Don’t worry, I’m coming to get you. How many people are in the house with you?” he asked.
“Hurry, because I don’t have much battery time left. I think this guy is the only one here. I have to go before he comes in,” I whispered and ended the call.
I pray he gets here in time, and I’m really praying that the big dude is the only one here. Juelz thinks he has the upper hand, even with me in this basement. I have some information that will drop him to his fucking knees. I can’t wait to share it with him before I kill his ass.
“I’m done!” I yelled out, and a minute later the guard opened the door.
“Let’s go,” the guard yelled. I hopped back to the seat, and he chained me back up.
I sat there for a few hours in this hard-ass chair, falling asleep.
I heard what sounded like gunshots, and I jumped straight up.
The guard jumped up and ran upstairs with guns in both hands.
I was scared shitless but was praying that Kendrick had found me.
Minutes that felt like hours went by, and I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
When I saw Kendrick and three other gunmen appear.
“Oh, thank God! Get me the fuck out of here!” I screamed.
You good sis? There was a security pad on the door, so we weren’t getting in here.
We had to start shooting outside to see if someone would come out, and the dumbass did.
Now let’s get out of here before we have company,” Kendrick spoke, and we got the fuck out of there.
I couldn’t go back to the house I shared with Juelz, so I was going to have to find clothes another way.
My mission now was to make his life hell.
Thank God for my cell phone and my brother.