Chapter 36 #2
“That nigga you had Que tracking he been sitting outside ya house. I couldn’t get a hold of you, so I came over here to make sure shit is good.
This little weird Steve Urkle ass nigga losin’ his fucking mind in his car.
He keep having outburst and shit. I was tryna hold off and let you handle the nigga but the more I watch him I think I should just kill him.
He keep hitting himself in the head and shit.
” The way Gee talked made shit sound funny even in situations where shit was serious.
“I’m on my way now. Hold that nigga off if you can but if he get out that car handle that.” I said pressing the gas pedal to the floor.
Zaylee was at home today. She woke up feeling nauseous, so she stayed home.
I just texted her to let her know I was on my way and not to open the door.
She sent back question marks. I didn't have time to reply to. That nigga Lamelle was really fucked up in the head and had a history of stalking bitches. The broad he was fucking with before Zaylee went missing and still hadn’t been found.
Just like I thought the nigga had Zaylee’s old phone bugged.
He had a location tracker on her phone. A fucking app where a copy of her text messages got sent to his phone.
The nigga was even able to access her camera and microphone from his phone.
Que was able to do some reversal type shit.
I didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about all I knew was he was able to get into that niggas phone.
As I said before Lamelle was fucked up in the head.
He’d been breaking into Zaylee’s condo sleeping in her bed.
Fucking Malika in her bed and her weird ass allowing him to call her by Zaylee’s name.
It was a bunch of weird shit in that niggas phone.
I’d already came to peace about me taking his life.
I just didn’t think it woulda been today, but I was good with it.
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Zaylee Cooper
“Just talk to me please, Zaylee. I’m going crazy without you!” Lamelle screamed into the phone sounding like he was on the verge of a psychotic break.
I didn’t answer Lamelle’s the first few times he called me.
I couldn’t figure out how he’d gotten my new number in the first place.
Then he sent me a picture of the front of Mikael’s house.
I got scared, but I felt better when I Mikael told me he was on the way.
Then Lamelle told me if he couldn’t get to me, he was going to hurt my mom if I didn’t answer my phone and for the first time, I picked up the phone.
I figured Lamelle wasn’t all the way there but not the type of crazy you saw in the movies or on documentaries.
I never thought it was that deep. Now, I feared what he really might do to the people I loved so I answered him.
“Lamelle, you got my cousin pregnant. There is nothing for us to talk about.” I tried not to be too standoffish but at the same time let him down in a subtle way hopefully he’d get the picture.
“I’ll kill her and that fucking baby. Fuck them. I want youuuu! Everything I did for you. Don’t do this to me!” He screamed into the phone.
“You shouldn’t want to kill your own child because of me Lamelle.” I said as I pulled the phone from my face and send a text telling Mikael to hurry up, I was scared.
“I don’t care all I want it you. You can get rid of that bastard you’re carrying, and we can make our own babies. Our babies are going to be beautiful.”
“Lamelle, I’m not getting rid of my son.”
“FUCK THAT BABY BITCH!” He screamed into the phone sounding possessed.
“I’m going to hang up now Lamelle. It was nice talking to you.”
“I swear if you hang up this phone, I’m going to kill that nigga you love so much as soon as he pulls up. You don’t think I know he’s on the way here? I’ll start shooting as soon as he pulls up.” Lamelle threatened through the phone, and I believed every word coming from his mouth.
I didn’t say anything, I just sat breathing heavily into the phone. I got up looking out the window and it was clear as day I could see Lamelle parked in front of Mikael’s house.
“Yeah, I got your attention now?” He sinisterly laughed.
“I should have killed that nigga when your disgusting ass let him finger fuck you in the mall. Do you know how hard it was watching him please you knowing you never let me have access to you like that? HUH? I SWEAR I HATE YOU!! I’m sorry I’m sorry I love you.
” He frantically switched from enraged to pleading.
“Lamelle, you need help.”
“I don’t need FUCKING HELP! I need for you not to be a FUCKING WHORE!”
“Lamelle…”
“Come take a ride with me Zaylee. I just want to talk to you one more time.” He said in an eerily calm voice.
“No.” I refused to go anywhere near him. He’d probably kill me the first time he’d I said something he didn’t like. I had my son to think about, and I wasn’t going to put him in harm’s way.
I heard the sound of a gun cocking, and I ran back over to the window I watched as Mikael, Marlo and another nigga surrounded Lamelle’s car.
Then I heard a pop and I saw Lamelle’s head bang against the window followed by blood splattering all over the place.
I screamed, dropping my phone and backed up from the window.
Lamelle was dead. Instead of sadness, relief filled my body.