by BlaQue
“Pajay, Neko and I didn’t do anything to hurt you. We don’t deserve to die. You got who you needed to get. Just let us go!” I said forgetting that I wasn’t going to beg her for anything, including my life. I was pleading for the life of my unborn and for my brother who didn’t deserve her shit.
“Who said anything about hurting Neko? If I wanted to harm him I could have a long time ago. He was living with me remember? Or were you too busy fucking my man to even care? I could have taken him out when I killed my “so called brother” Mike. Neko is safe because he is innocent and caught up in this mess just like I was. He was lied to. He never knew who his father was until I wanted it known! You on the other hand, are a whole different story!”
She got eerily quiet. As long as she was talking I felt calm. It was when she stopped talking that I became nervous. It was definite that she wasn’t going to let me live. I started to think that all the dirt I had done was going to come back on me full circle. I was paying for all my sins. I was paying for the sins of others. I knew I was about to join my mother, Papi and the countless others I had hurt. We stared each other down. I was searching her face for some type of resemblance to our family. Maybe she looked more like the aunt I had never met. I couldn’t be sure. I was looking for signs of Daddy in her face. It was obvious she was one of us. It didn’t matter if she looked like us or not. She was as ruthless as any of us, and that alone was enough proof for me.
I felt the overwhelming urge to want to hug her and tell her that she didn’t have to go through with any of what she was planning. I wanted to make things right with her. Neither one of us were perfect. As a matter of fact, we were both fucked up. DNA is a mother fucker! Our corrupt upbringing turned us into killers, and our parental influence taught us to have no regard for human life. Our genetics had us mentally unstable and that instability made us not have a care for who we hurt. Our common bond was murder; not our parents. Who was I to blame NiQue for her hatred towards Daddy? I hated Momma just the same for leaving me and never being the mother I wanted her to be. I smiled to myself just thinking about how everything would play out.
“What the fuck are you smiling about?” NiQue asked.
“I just wanted to tell you that I love you NiQue and that I am sorry.” I whispered. “I apologize for whatever you went through, and I wish we could have figured out a better way of dealing with all of this.” I said.
NiQue or Pajay, or whoever she was at that moment, pounced on me. She was slashing at my face, arms, and neck. I couldn’t even defend myself because I was still tied to the chair. She was screaming about her name not being NiQue, and that is when I felt the box cutter rip through my abdomen and I knew there was no more baby and no more reason for me to live anymore.
As my eyes fluttered closed, I saw everyone I had missed so much. They were beckoning to me to join them. My father, mother, and Oscar were all there waiting for me. I even saw Papi and Corrine waving for me to come to them. They all wore huge smiles; I could tell they were happy they were free and I knew I would be too. Through the pain of her stabbing me repeatedly, I was oddly happy to know I could stop running, and that is just what I did.
Chapter 32
Dread
It was late in the evening when I finally got out of the bed to head to the studio. Imagine how surprised I was to find a note from YaYa on the floor of my apartment where it looked like she had slid it up under the door. I read the note and immediately called her to tell her that I would go with her. If for no other reason, I would go for my seed. She never answered. I called her for three days straight. I thought she was playing games with me until a detective showed up at my door, three weeks later, to ask me a few questions. He wanted to know if I knew anything about the murder of YaSheema Marie Clayton.
That cracker mutha fucka had the nerve to insinuate that I may have killed her because she was pregnant and the baby was mine. That bamma had the nerve to say I was the number one suspect! I tried to let the asshole Gatsby know that I had just found out that she was carrying my baby the day she went missing; but he wasn’t trying to hear it. They had found her body sliced up really bad. She was tied to a chair and dumped by Blue Plains.
What was I supposed to say to Detective Gatsby besides I didn’t know what the fuck happened? YaYa was tangled up in so much drama, I didn’t think they would ever know who did it. It saddened me because ole’ girl had a nigga’s heart from the moment I met her; not to mention she was carrying my baby. All a nigga could do was pray for her soul. It really took me some time to get over that shit with the loss of her and my baby, but to my surprise, NiQue really helped me out. She was right there for me while I grieved. She was the reason the detective left me alone about the whole thing. She gave him a statement saying I was with her the night YaYa disappeared. I didn’t expect shorty to even fuck with me after I had told her we couldn’t get down like that because I was really feeling YaYa. She played her position as my friend and gave me my space while I mourned what would have been my first born.
Funny how shit changes. NiQue and I are seeing each other and she turned out to be a straight rider. I see why she and YaYa were friends. She held me down when I didn’t even want to deal with anyone. She gave me my space and helped me make it through the funeral for YaYa. In the beginning, I felt bad for dating her after all that had happened to YaYa. In a weird sort of way she reminded me of her and she was the only thing I had left to remind me of YaYa. NiQue and I are planning to get married before the end of the summer and she is expecting our baby girl any day now. NiQue suggested we name her YaSheema Nicole. I wasn’t so sure that that would be a good idea, but she insisted. Who am I to argue? I am just excited about having a healthy, baby girl.
YaYa’s little brother Neko, has been throwing all kinds of shade my way since his sister’s funeral. I guess I would be scrutinizing any and everybody too in order to find out what happened to my peoples. He and I exchanged a few words at YaYa’s funeral, and he even let NiQue and I know in so many words, that he didn’t approve of our marriage. He feels like it is disrespectful. I know this shit is crazy how it all happened, but I am rolling with the punches at this point. There is nothing I can do for the love I lost or for my seed. I can only move forward at this point and support my soon to be wife and my daughter. Sometimes, I wish things could have been different, but you can’t change God’s plan. What is meant for you is specifically meant for you. That’s how I look at it. I try not to dwell on the past. I try to focus on the future. Although, it saddens me to think of YaYa and my baby, I wish I would have had more time with her. I know deep down she was supposed to be “the one” from the first day I met her. I still smile thinking of the day we met. My record, “No City for Old Men” is due to drop by the end of the summer. Even though NiQue doesn’t know it, my song, “Exclusive” was created for YaSheema.
Chapter 33
Neko Reynolds
I couldn’t figure out what happened to YaYa that day. I wish I would have never let that silly bitch I had been fucking in my hotel room answer the door. Had she not been there, things may have gone down differently. Maybe my sister would still be alive had I answered the door myself.
I have had a million, “what ifs” since they found YaYa’s body. I haven’t been able to cope. All I have left is NiQue. We have been thick as thieves since this shit has happened and I don’t know what I would have done without her. She is getting ready to get married and she’s expecting her first baby with that nigga Dread. I ain’t really feeling their union because I think he had something to do with my sister’s death. I can tell you one thing; I ain’t gonna rest until I find out what happened to my sister. That’s for damn sure. She was all I had left.
The money that Pop left us hit YaYa’s account the day after she went missing, and I ended up being over two million dollars richer. The crazier shit about that is that whoever that “Pajay” person is collected her money from Pop’s insurance and I haven’t heard shit from her since. Odd ain’t it?
My life has been crazy since the day I met my father and sister. I have been trying to dead this nagging feeling that shit ain’t what it really seems. I know the answers to my questions rest with both my sisters. I got the sinking feeling Dread got something he ain’t telling either. Until I can find Pajay, I may never find out the truth. I can tell you one thing though; I got the best detective on the case to find out who and where she is.
Detective Gatsby seems hell bent on finding out what happened to my sister and finding this mystery sister even if it is the last thing he does. He seems to be sure that there is a piece missing from the puzzle. He feels like this nigga Dread got something to do with it too! For his sake, he better hope I never find out he hurt my sister or he will fully understand our family reputation.
Chapter 34
NiQue Watkins/Pajay Reynolds
I guess the best bitches won in the end. We had to put on our poker face so no one would know we had anything to do with what had happened to our dearly departed best friend and sister. We even cried at YaYa’s funeral! If you ask NiQue, YaYa got just what she deserved. If you ask Pajay, we have no regrets! As long as Neko and Dread continue to do right by us, I guess I will let them live.
Neko isn’t really feeling the fact that we are about to have a baby with Dread, but the heart wants what the heart wants. Besides, he was ours first! Our whore of a sister bedded him and got pregnant, and we almost lost him because of that shit! I don’t think our brother is going to show up at the wedding at the end of the month. He better not do anything to ruin our special day! He just can’t seem to get over YaYa. I have tried everything to make shit right between us. We even asked him to be the one to give us away at the wedding and he declined!
One thing for certain though, that fucking Detective Gatsby has been snooping around lately and if he knows what’s good for him he better stay out of our path! Fucking with us could lead him to an early retirement. Now if you will excuse us, we haven’t been feeling well today, and I swear I hope that I have this baby soon because we hate this pregnancy shit! We didn’t want a fucking kid anyway…but if that is what Dread wants, then that is what he will get. As long as he keeps loving us, we ain’t got any problems!
THE END????
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