Ruthless and Rotten

by Ms. Michel Moore

  “What?” Paris squinted her eyes at Kenya.

  “Give me any more sets of them motherfucking keys you got stashed somewhere to Alley Cats, before your ass decides to come back in that bitch another night and lay another dancer to rest for messing around with that no-good cheating O.T.!” Kenya shook her head.

  “Thanks, Kenya. You saved my life!”

  “Can you just go in there and chill for the night? The shit ain’t over yet—believe that! We gonna have to answer for this shit sooner or later.”

  FACE FACTS

  The rest of the way home Kenya’s conscience started to kick in and go to work overtime. In a short amount of time she’d been involved in dancing, transporting drugs, covering up Swift’s murder, disposing of Deacon’s dead body, and now actually committing the act of murder herself. “I don’t know how all this shit jumped off in the first place. All I was trying to do was make a little extra dough and get out the hood!”

  Pushing the remote, she parked in the garage. Kenya, nursing the worst headache of her life, found her way to the couch and plopped down. The condo was quiet except the on-and-off sounds of Storm, strangely asleep in the basement, snoring. Kenya assumed that London was asleep also because it was so late. When her sister came walking down the stairs wide awake, it shocked Kenya.

  “Oh, my God! I’m glad you’re up. I need someone to talk to! This shit is important. Come in the kitchen with me.”

  London was thrown off that Kenya wanted her to come in the kitchen to talk. For some reason, she thought that the shit was about to hit the fan about her and Storm having sex on the floor by the refrigerator, so she sat at the table and braced herself for what was going to happen next.

  Kenya set a plastic bag on the table and took her time pulling out the contents. The first two objects were both handguns. Especially alarming, one of them had obvious signs of blood on the handle. After what appeared to be a tape of some sort and a set of keys, the last thing Kenya quickly snatched out the bag was a designer purse.

  “What is all of this?” London scanned the table, puzzled, as she watched her sister break down in tears.

  Kenya went on to explain exactly what events took place earlier, from the moment she and Paris left the dinner they’d all shared together to now. By the time Kenya was finished with her confessional story, London was caught up in her feelings. She was pissed, infuriated, enraged, disappointed, and downright mad as a motherfucker at her twin for what she’d done in the name of friendship.

  “Sis, why in the world would you do something so stupid?”

  “Chocolate Bunny was gonna shoot Paris. What else was I supposed to do London, huh? You tell me.”

  “Listen, Paris had no business coming in Alley Cats acting all tough! That would have been on her! She brought whatever was gonna happen on herself!”

  The twins’ arguing went on and on until London, frustrated, got up from the table to make some coffee and slightly lost her balance, falling toward the stove.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Kenya suspiciously asked with her eyebrow raised. “You’ve been real clumsy lately. What’s that all about?”

  PARIS

  “What took you so long to come home?” Paris screamed at the top of her lungs. “Was you out shopping for baby clothes and shit?”

  “What in the fuck is your crazy-ass talking about now?” O.T. stood in the doorway, not in the mood for a shouting match.

  “I already know about you and that trick having a baby, so don’t try to deny it!”

  “What female you talking about now, Paris—which one?” he asked, dismissing another one of her wild accusations.

  “That lowlife tramp Chocolate Bunny, that’s who!”

  “You know what? I wasn’t gonna tell you this bullshit cause it wasn’t none of your damn nosy-ass insecure business, but you won’t leave the shit alone!”

  O.T., after months of being secretive about his late-night activities, filled Paris in. He explained the connection that he and Chocolate Bunny shared. Hearing the full and complete story left Paris in shock over what she and Kenya had done. Paris had no choice but to tell O.T. what had taken place and that Chocolate Bunny was dead, stuffed behind a Dumpster in the rear of Alley Cats.

  His reaction was sheer anger as he sucker punched Paris dead in her mouth and left out of the apartment, telling her that he was never coming home or back to her troublemaking-ass again! A busted-mouthed Paris stumbled to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. She twisted the top off a bottle of sleeping pills, swallowing a handful. After all the trouble she’d caused not trusting her man, O.T., she cowardly welcomed death, feeling that it was the only way out.

  DAMN!

  While Kenya poured the coffee in the mugs, London looked in Chocolate Bunny’s purse to turn off her cell phone that kept ringing. There she found a thick, folded set of papers that were on the top and a few pictures. London read the first page of the legal documents, which were a purchase agreement for a house and couldn’t believe her eyes. “I think you need to see this paper.” She motioned to Kenya. “Now!”

  “Oh, hell naw! It couldn’t be! What the fuck did we do?” Kenya shouted out with remorse after reading the paperwork.

  The papers were a deed to Chocolate Bunny’s new house. They had her government name on them as well as another, Mr. Royce K. Curtis. The picture in her purse was an ultrasound that also had Royce’s name on it. “All this time Royce’s old ass has been the one she’s been fucking around with? Why didn’t she just say that bullshit? What was the big deal?”

  Storm had waked up after getting a call from O.T and had been at the kitchen door eavesdropping and cut her off. “Because after the big fight you and Royce had down at Alley Cats about me, we thought it’d be better for you not to know that the old man was our new connect with some uncut product Javier had given him. Plus, it ain’t really none of your business who Chocolate Bunny fucked with outside the club, O.T. or not.”

  “Storm, I—” Kenya tried to explain, knowing she had messed up once again.

  “You know what, Kenya? From day one right off rip, I should’ve known that you was gonna be trouble. My little brother warned me about dealing with you, but I wouldn’t listen. Now it’s about to be a damn all-out street war because you and your sidekick Paris fucked the fuck up and killed that girl for nothing! The streets of Dallas gonna run red for this shit! I’m done with your ass for real this time! You costing me way too much!”

  Kenya went into hysterics as she started throwing dishes against the wall and begging for Storm’s forgiveness once again. Having no self-respect, the once Detroit diva was crawling on her knees, pleading with him not to leave her. London, stunned, was now pissed as she watched her own flesh and blood lower herself by this pathetic display.

  “Kenya! Get up off that damn floor! His cheating-ass ain’t worth humiliating yourself like this! Get up!”

  “And as for you, bitch! I ’bout done had enough of your instigating-ass too! Why don’t you pack your bags and get to stepping with her bad-luck-ass!” Storm ran up in London’s face like he wanted to swing. “Get your funky-ass the fuck out my house!”

  “Slow down, Storm! This is my sister’s house too!” London fired back, standing her ground.

  “Well, Kenya, you gonna tell this tramp to be ghost or what?” Storm waited with a smirk on his face. “It’s me or her, and I’m not playing around this time!” It grew quiet in the room as all eyes were on Kenya, who was breathing hard, wiping the tears from her eyes. After a long pause she finally mumbled.

  “What did you say?” Storm demanded to hear. “Speak up, we can’t hear you!”

  “I said, London, would you mind getting a hotel room somewhere until me and Storm figure all of this mess out?” Kenya, ashamed of what she’d just asked, failed to look at her twin sister. “Please, sis, it’ll only be for a few days, I promise—until we work stuff out!”

  “Naw—make that forever!” Storm shouted in response to Kenya’s question to
her sister.

  “Oh, it’s like that?” London was heated over what Kenya said. “I’ve put my life on hold for you for months and now you’re taking his side over mine! How could you?”

  “Please, London!” Kenya whimpered, not wanting to face or hear the truth. “Please!”

  Storm started to laugh and couldn’t help himself as he taunted his woman’s sister. “You heard her now, didn’t you? So go pack your shit and leave so I can get back to my life.”

  “Yeah, okay! Not at all a problem!” London headed up the stairs and to her room to gather her belongings. “You two deserve each other! I don’t know how I stayed here in this madhouse this long anyhow!” she yelled as she tossed her clothes and a few personal items in a bag.

  When she came back down Storm and Kenya were sitting on the couch talking. He was still dogging Kenya out, but stopped to sneer at London’s seeming fall from grace. “Don’t worry, I already called your silly, jealous-ass a cab so you can just go wait on the damn curb!”

  Kenya was silent as London passed by and went into the kitchen to get something else before struggling to drag her bags to the front door. Just as she opened the front door the cab was pulling up and blew once. London looked back at her twin, giving her one last chance to change her mind. “You sure about this, Kenya? You’re picking this slimeball dope dealer over me?”

  Kenya lowered her head in embarrassment over what was apparently her decision. After all she and London had been through and stuck together, the sisterly love and bond they shared was now being torn apart.

  “Okay, so you know what it is, bitch! Now kick rocks!” Storm held the door open. “And don’t bother us again! Kenya will call you, so don’t call her, you lonely ho!”

  London was really overjoyed to leave. She’d suffered through just about enough of Storm’s disrespectful mouth, not to mention Kenya’s spineless demeanor. With all her bags on the porch she spitefully turned around to face her sister and the man she’d so easily chosen over their bond. Vindictively, London pulled up her T-shirt, exposing a secret of her own that would shut a boisterous Storm up once and for all. Rubbing her slightly pudgy stomach in a circular motion, looking down, London grinned, delivering the showstopping revelation of the evening thus far.

  “It’s all good this way. Don’t worry about me. And trust, I ain’t gonna be lonely for long, believe that!” London smirked as all eyes were on her, rubbing her belly. “Tell your Aunt_Kenya and Daddy Storm bye!”

  “I don’t understand! What the fuck are you talking about, London?” Kenya broke her silence, running over to the door, following her sister out to the cab. “What you mean, Daddy Storm? What is you talking about?”

  Getting inside the cab, London shut the door and rolled down the window. “Ask his ass what happened in the kitchen that night!” She pointed at the condo where Storm was standing, face buried in his hands, having a flashback. “He knows.” London then instructed the cab to pull off, leaving Kenya and Storm on the doorstep arguing. Smiling, she opened one of her bags, which contained both guns and Chocolate Bunny’s purse.

  “Where to, Miss Lady?” the driver inquired.

  “Yes, can you please take me to police headquarters—the Homicide Division? I need to drop something off!”

  I guess blood ain’t thicker than water!

  Coming Soon

  No Home Training:

  Say U Promise 3

  Damn! I Almost Forgot! The Question Is Did You?

  While Kenya poured the coffee in the mugs, London looked in Chocolate Bunny’s purse to turn off her cell phone that kept ringing. There she found a thick folded set of papers were on the top and a few pictures. London read the first page of the legal documents, which was a purchase agreement and couldn’t believe her eyes. “I think you need to see this paper,” she motioned to Kenya. “Now!”

  “Oh, hell naw! What the fuck did we do?” Kenya yelled out with remorse after reading the paperwork. The papers were a deed to Chocolate Bunny’s new house. They had her government name on them as well as another, Mr. Royce K. Curtis. The picture in her purse was an ultrasound that also had Royce’s name on it. “All this time Royce’s old ass has been the one she’s been fucking around with! Why didn’t she just say that bullshit?”

  Storm had awakened after getting a call from O.T and had been at the door eavesdropping and cut her off. “Because after the big fight you and Royce had down at Alley Cats about me, we thought it’d be better for you not to know that Royce was our new connect. Plus it ain’t really none of your business who Chocolate Bunny fucked with outside the club.”

  “Storm, I . . .” Kenya tried to explain.

  “You know what Kenya? From day one right off rip I should’ve known that you was gonna be trouble. My brother warned me, but I wouldn’t listen. Now it’s about to be a street war because you and your sidekick Paris fucked the fuck up! The streets of Dallas gonna run red! I’m done with your ass! You costing me too much!”

  Kenya went into hysterics as she started throwing dishes against the wall and begging for Storm’s forgiveness once again. She was crawling on her knees pleading with him not to leave her. London was now pissed as she watched her own flesh and blood lower herself by this pathetic display.

  “Kenya! Get up off that damn floor! His ass ain’t worth humiliating yourself like this!”

  “Bitch! I ’bout done had enough of your instigating-ass too! Why don’t you pack your bags and get to stepping!” Storm ran up in London’s face. “Get your ass the fuck out my house!”

  “This is my sister’s house too!” London fired back.

  “Well Kenya, you gonna tell this bitch to be ghost or what?” Storm waited with a smirk on his face. “It’s me or her, and I’m not playing around this time!” It grew quiet in the room as all eyes were on Kenya, who was breathing hard wiping the tears from her eyes. After a long pause she finally mumbled. “What did you say?” Storm demanded to hear.

  “I said London, would you mind getting a hotel room somewhere until me and Storm figure all of this mess out?” Kenya, ashamed, failed to look at her twin sister. “Please it’ll only be for a few days I promise!”

  “Make that forever!” Storm shouted.

  “Oh, it’s like that?” London was heated. “I’ve put my life on hold for you and now you’re taking his side over mine! How could you?”

  “Please London!” Kenya whimpered. “Please!”

  Storm started to laugh and couldn’t help himself as he taunted her. “You heard her bitch! Go pack your shit and leave so I can get back to my life.”

  “Yeah okay! Not at all a problem!” London headed up the stairs and to her room to gather her belongings. “You two deserve each other! I don’t know how I stayed here in this mad house this long anyhow!”

  When she came back down Storm and Kenya were sitting on the couch talking. He was still dogging Kenya out, but stopped to sneer at London. “Don’t worry I already called your silly jealous-ass a cab so you can go wait on the damn curb!”

  Kenya was silent as London passed by and went into the kitchen to get something else before struggling to drag her bags to the front door. Just as she opened the front door the cab was pulling up and blew once. London looked back at her twin giving her one last chance. “You sure about this Kenya? You’re picking this slime ball dope dealer over me?”

  Kenya lowered her head in embarrassment over her decision. After all they’d been through and stuck together the sisterly love and bond they shared was being torn apart.

  “Okay you know what it is bitch! Now kick rocks!” Storm held the door open. “And don’t bother us again! Kenya will call you so don’t call her you lonely hoe!”

  London was really overjoyed to leave. She’d just about enough of Storm’s disrespectful mouth not to mention Kenya’s spineless demeanor. With all her bags on the porch she spitefully turned around to face her sister and the man she’d so easily chosen over their bond. Vindictively London pulled up her T-shirt exposing a secret of he
r own that would shut a boisterous Storm up once and for all. Rubbing her slightly pudgy stomach in a circular motion looking down London grinned delivering the show stopping revelation of the evening thus far. “It’s all good. Don’t worry about me and I ain’t gonna be lonely for long, believe that!” London smirked as all eyes were on her. “Tell ya Aunt Kenya and Daddy Storm bye!”

  “I don’t understand! What the fuck are you talking about London?” Kenya ran over to the door following her sister out to the cab. “What you mean Daddy Storm? What is you talking about?”

  Getting inside the cab London shut the door and rolled down the window. “Ask his ass what happened in the kitchen that night!” she pointed at the condo where Storm was standing face buried in his hands having a flashback. “He knows.” London then instructed the cab to pull off leaving Kenya and Storm on the doorstep arguing. Smiling she opened one of her bags which contained both guns and Chocolate Bunny’s purse.

  “Where to Miss Lady?” The driver inquired.

  “Yes can you please take me to Police Headquarters the Homicide Division? I need to drop something off!”

  And so the bullshit begins . . .

  New Thangs Poppin’

  “You slept with my twin! You two timing, dirty-ass bastard! Tell me she’s lying!” Kenya screamed insane with fury demanding answers. She stood knees buckling-teary eyed on the front porch pounding her palm on the bricks of the condo watching London’s cab disappear into the darkness of night. “Tell me that ain’t ya baby she claims she carrying! Tell me! Tell me!” she lunged at her once seemingly faithful man who eased back barely missing the warranted attack. “Answer me nigga!” The moonlight seemed to shine a direct spotlight on the couple as the reality of London’s last cut throat words took over the night. “You fucked her! You fucked my sister? In my damn house? This shit can’t be happening! What she talking about Storm? Tell me!”