Chapter 5 #2
I didn’t want to stress her out. Part of the reason why my ex-wife left me is because I had been paranoid just like this, so in a sense, I was freaking her out even more.
I could hear the smallest sound in the house, and I thought that someone had made their way inside.
I didn’t want to run Cathy away. I truly loved her, and I didn’t have it in me to be left again, and have to run away to another city, where I had to learn to trust another woman again, and fill her in on the harsh details of my past.
It took a while, but I eventually calmed down long enough to get in bed with Cathy.
She ended up picking the movie. To be honest with you, I was so out of it that I really didn’t know what the name of the movie was that she decided on.
All I know is that she turned the lights off in the room, and she snuggled next to me.
We barely were thirty minutes into the movie when she dozed off. I couldn’t say that I was shocked because she had to have been tired. We were in the car for over ten hours today, trying to get here to Pensacola.
I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. Too many worries.
I was able to lift Cathy up, place her on her side, kiss her forehead, and I sat up.
My mind was racing, and so was my heart.
I could feel the rush in my heart, and from that, I knew that I was on edge.
A lot of times when this happened, I knew that a panic attack would follow. Often, hot showers would break it.
Knowing this, I stood from the bed, but before I left out of the bedroom to go in the hall, where the bathroom was, I grabbed the rifle.
I did a quick walk- through of the house, just making sure that everything was good, and where it needed to be.
Tomorrow, I plan to swarm this house with cameras, and upgrade to top of the line security.
Because this was an older home, and technically, it really was in the middle of nowhere, my parents never had cameras surrounding the place.
They didn’t need to. Crime didn’t happen here.
The most crime that took place here was the bullying that I received from my family when I was a child.
I walked into the bathroom, sitting the gun on the counter. I went ahead and pulled the shower curtain back, started the water, needing it at its hottest setting. While the water was warming up, that’s when I removed my clothes.
Looking at myself in the mirror, you could see the stress. Bags were under my eyes, and my eyes were red because naturally, my body was tired, but I was running from things that wouldn’t allow me to get any rest.
Once my clothes were off, I was able to step into the tub.
I kept the bathroom door cracked because I wanted to be able to hear.
Knowing me, this shower was going to be quick anyways.
I was able to stand directly under the shower head, allowing the water to beat against my skin, and it did help in slowing my heart rate down.
I closed my eyes, did the breathing exercises that I learned in the therapy sessions that I’ve taken over the years, and it did help.
Out of nowhere, I felt as if I heard something drop from outside in the hallway. I quickly stepped out of the tub, grabbed the gun, and with so much paranoia running through my body, I checked.
I looked to my left, and to my right, but I didn’t see anything. Nothing seemed to be on the floor from falling, either. I knew that I was in my head deeply.
I sighed, going back into the bathroom, and placing the gun on the counter. I stepped back into the tub, standing underneath the shower head again. Everything was good this time around. I was able to relax. I didn’t hear any more unusual sounds coming from the hallway.
I decided to turn the water off ten minutes later, and when I pulled the curtain back, my rifle was no longer sitting there.
I rushed out of the bathroom, going out into the hallway, and if I turned right, that’s where the dining room was.
I had a few guns resting out here. The second I hit the corner though. .. she was sitting right there.
She was at the dining room table, with my rifle sitting in her lap, and with a poised look in her eyes, she calmly looked over at me.
My eyes went for the front door. The front door wasn’t too far from the dining room table.
It was Delano’s son, Dolo standing there.
Dressed in all-black, with that same poised look in his eyes as Riot.
I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead. My heart was beating even faster than it was before. I knew I was going to die right now. Nineteen years of running, and I knew that this was the moment where I died.
“Do what you have to do to me, just don’t harm my wife. She’s innocent. Don’t touch her. Please,” I said, my eyes on Riot, feeling like she was the one that I really had to watch.
She was the dangerous one. Don’t get me wrong, I knew that Dolo was dangerous too, but Riot was worse in this situation because she was coming at me with avenge. I killed her father, so I had to fear her more in this situation than Dolo.
“You should have told me that five minutes ago,” she casually said to me.
When she said that to me, my heart broke.
I swear, I felt the pain in my chest, just thinking about Cathy.
She was innocent in this. She was so vain in this.
She thought that I was going crazy, losing my mind when I had been walking around this house with a gun, looking out of the window every few minutes because she didn’t know the depths of it.
She kept saying that we were safe, when I knew that safe was the last thing that we were.
I killed a big-time drug dealer out of Miami. Years later, there were still so many people that wanted me dead. I knew we weren’t safe. I should have never dragged her into my mess.
“My wife didn’t have anything to do with this. She’s innocent in all of this—”
“My daddy was innocent that morning too, nigga. Let’s call a spade a spade.
Did you really think that when I caught up with you, that I wasn’t going to take whoever the fuck you had around you?
You, and everybody around you gotta die!
I don’t give a fuck about you or your wife!
” she roared from the dining room table.
Looking at her, I saw her father. She was the male version of him.
Like I said, prior to that morning when I killed Grim, I never had any past run ins with him, but I’ve heard many stories.
I knew he was a ruthless killer, and being here, face to face with his daughter, I could tell that she’d inherited that trait from her father.
“It’s not calling a spade a spade. There’s no similarities. My wife was innocent. Your father wasn’t an innocent man. He kept Miami poisoned with the drugs that he was putting on the streets. He ruined lives—”
“And who the fuck made you God, nigga? You didn’t have to like what my daddy did for a living.
You didn’t even have to respect it, but who the fuck are you to have the final say so on whether or not he deserved to live or die?
That morning, you were a jealous ass cop, that saw my daddy, got intimidated by him, and the gun that you saw in the glove compartment, that you swear he was reaching for, was all the ammo that you needed to kill him!
” she roared again, and she was quick with the way she picked the rifle up that was in her lap, and she fired one shot my way, letting it fly right into my shoulder, causing me pain to the point that I screamed out.
There was a wicked smile on her face, as she stood up, and she slowly walked over to me. My pride was out of the window, so I couldn’t even reach for my dick, and hide it if I wanted to. I was too busy trying to place my hands on my shoulder, where she just shot me.
“You…. you won’t get away with this,” I was weak as I said this to her because I was losing so much blood, and it felt damn near impossible to even say anything.
She smiled again when I said that and took a few steps closer.
“Why I’m not? Nothing that I’m doing right now is new activity for me.
I already made peace with the consequences that I’m going to face for killing you.
I gotta long talk with God head of me tonight that I gotta repent for.
The only one that should be nervous right now is you.
Your life is the one on the line. Not mine,” she cracked, raising the rifle again, and she shot twice.
One on my other shoulder, and the other one she shot at groin area.
I screamed so loud with that one. Tears fell from my eyes, as I dropped to the floor, lying down on my side, curled up like a child.
“Funny you would be in a fetal position right now, shedding tears. You want to know who I saw in this same position for years out of my life? My mama. You took her husband away from her. Plenty nights I walked into her bedroom and caught her in this same position. Crazy how history repeats itself,” she went on, and then she raised her foot, kicking me multiple times in my head, clouding my mind, blurring my vision, and having me feel as if I was floating.
With blood oozing from just about every part of my body, and with the little vision that I had left, I could see her as she kneeled before me. The rifle was still in her hands.
For a few seconds, she didn’t say anything. I was just ready for her to get this over with.
“I guess this is your last call officer Hanks. What is it that ya’ll say in the police world? Damn, what is it? Oh. 10-42. Right? Well, 10-42, nigga. End of duty for you,” she was calm, and within one second, so much gun power filled the room.
Shot after shot was released from that rifle.
My nineteen-year run had finally come to an end.
Crazy how out of all the people that could have come back for me, and killed me, it happened to be the two-year-old little girl that was in the backseat that morning.
She’d grown up, and here she was, coming to collect. Crazy.