Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick (10 page)

Guy Tony and Supreme sat parked in front of Apple’s building. Supreme wanted to confront Apple and beat the shit out of her. He hated to be played and disrespected, and Apple’s disrespect to him was like a slap and spit in his face. Supreme sat in the passenger seat, seething with anger, his .45 on his lap. He had a strong urge to just blow her brains out. He had killed people for less, and the way Apple lied when he challenged her about pretending to be Kola made him almost become a raging lunatic.

“This bitch better hurry the fuck up and give me my money! She thinks this is a fuckin’ game wit’ me,” Supreme said, anger pouring from his voice.

Guy Tony, aware of Supreme’s deadly temper, sat quietly. He knew there was no calming him, so he just sat listening to him rant about the violence he would do to her. And the things he heard made him almost feel sorry for her.

It was nearing nine o’clock, and the two had sat for almost two hours waiting impatiently, knowing that Apple would arrive soon. They scanned the area, making sure they weren’t so easily seen and also keeping an eye out for her.

*****

Apple strutted to her building looking like Kola again. The hood was blaring with rap music, and blinged-out guys with their pants low were lingering about on the balmy Thursday night. She had just come from Ayesha’s place, where the two just chilled, reminisced, and talked about a variety of things, from men to friends, as she braided her friend’s hair. Apple was ready to confess to Ayesha about her problem with Supreme, but the embarrassment of anyone knowing about her borrowing money from the vile loan shark stopped her from saying a mumbling word.

She walked into the lobby, thinking it was clear of any danger, and believing she once again had deceived Supreme, if he was watching her from a distance. She smiled as she approached the elevator. She just wanted to strip away her clothing and take a nice, soothing shower, with the summer heat sticking to her skin.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Apple exclaimed, looking up at the display and seeing that the elevator had been stuck on the sixth floor for the longest. She didn’t want to take the pissy stairway, especially with the shoes she had on.

Apple looked around; it was quiet, and no thugs were around. She liked it that way. She continued to look up at the illuminated display, which changed from six to five.
Finally
, she thought.

The quietness of the lobby was suddenly disrupted by a booming voice that startled her.

“Yo, Apple!” Supreme shouted.

It was like he appeared out of thin air, his size and height towering over Apple like a skyscraper. He looked fiercely at her and approached her with his quick step.

Apple threw her game face on and said, “Didn’t I fuckin’ tell you—”

Before Apple could say another word, Supreme quickly grabbed the petite twin by her throat and forced her into the stairway.

Apple struggled with him, fighting, kicking, and trying to shout, “Get the fuck off me!” But Supreme’s strength was so overwhelming, it felt like she had a pair of large vise grips wrapped around her neck. Apple struggled to breathe. She tried to kick him in his genitalia, but Supreme didn’t budge.

“You tryin’ to play me, bitch!” he screamed. He thrust her against the solid wall, keeping his strong grip around her. The two tussled, but Supreme was winning the battle.

Guy Tony suddenly appeared in the stairway and looked at Apple. He had a deadpan gaze as he stood behind his boss. He didn’t dare interfere with Supreme’s business.

“Get the fuck off me, muthafucka!” Apple shouted, still trying to fight back.

“You playin’ me, bitch!”

“You wanna fuck wit’—”

“Bitch, cut the fuckin’ charades!” he said, cutting her off. “I know you ain’t her. We seen your tramp sister ride off with Mike-Mike earlier.”

The light and fire in Apple’s eyes slowly began to diminish when she heard that. The jig was up.

“Now, where’s my fuckin’ money? Or do I gotta rape you in this stairway to get what’s mine?”

Supreme was so close to Apple, her breasts were pressed into his chest, and she could smell every bit of his breath.

Supreme forced her legs open and moved his hand up her smooth light-brown thigh, resting it near her pussy and feeling the warmth between her legs. “I want what’s owed to me, you fuckin’ bitch! You think you can take from me and play me? Huh, bitch?” he shouted.

“Fuck you!” Apple spat back.

“Oh, you got balls now, huh. Let’s see then.” Supreme grabbed himself a handful of her pussy and molested her with a fiendish smile.

Apple squirmed in his tight hold, but she couldn’t break free. She felt his long, thin fingers pry into her panties and try to penetrate her. She cringed and cried out as Supreme violated her. “Stop it!”

“Nah, I don’t feel any balls, but I feel somethin’ much nicer,” Supreme mocked. He pushed against her more vigorously and began pulling up her skirt, exposing her panties. He was ready to rip Apple’s panties off and bend her over for a forceful fuck, but she fought back, biting him on the side of his neck and drawing blood.

After pushing him away, she dropped her skirt and prepared to fight back some more.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” he shouted.

“Fuck you!”

Supreme was ready to hurt Apple but stopped when the door flew open and Kola charged into the stairway, shouting, “What the fuck you doin’ to my sister?”

Supreme glared at Kola and shouted, “Stay the fuck out my business! This shit don’t concern you.”

“Muthafucka, like hell it don’t! That’s my sister you fuckin’ wit’! Nigga, you musta lost ya fuckin’ mind!”

“I ain’t got no beef wit’ you, Kola.”

“You do now. You think shit is sweet? Or do I gotta call my niggas to ride on ya bitch ass? You know my circle, nigga. Don’t fuck wit’ me!”

Supreme looked at both sisters. He was furious and wanted to kill them both, but he knew his limits with Kola. She was both bark and bite.

Guy Tony had his boss’ back, but he wasn’t ready to war with Cross and Mike-Mike, so he stood in the background quietly, hoping Supreme would step off.

Apple was somewhat relieved that her sister came to her aid. It was the only time she felt happy to have her around.

Supreme smiled mockingly. “You a bad bitch, huh?”

“Try me, muthafucka!” Kola locked eyes with him.

“Nah, we cool. Y’all ladies have a good night,” Supreme replied casually. He then looked at Apple and said, “I’ll see you around, Apple.” He stepped out of the stairway, Guy Tony following closely behind.

Kola kept her eyes on him until he was out of the lobby. She then looked at her sister and barked, “What the fuck business you got wit’ that nigga?”

Apple looked back at her sister with contempt. “It’s nothin’!”

“What you mean, nothin’? I hear you screaming from the lobby, and I walk in to see this nigga got his fuckin’ hands on you. Are you crazy or stupid?!”

“Kola, stay out my business. I can handle it.”

“You in trouble wit’ this nigga? You took money from him?”

“No, a’ight!”

“Apple, if you got some kinda beef wit’ Supreme let me know. I can get my peoples on it and handle him.”

Apple didn’t need her sister prying into her business and protecting her like she was some charity case. She didn’t need Kola holding her hand. Kola had more love and respect in the hood than Apple ever had, and Apple was also jealous of her sister.

“I’m fuckin’ OK. Just step off!” Apple screamed.

Kola looked at her sister up and down. “Yo, I don’t know what your fuckin’ game is or what really is your fuckin’ problem, but you lookin’ stupid wit’ my fuckin’ clothes on. Fo’ real, you need to take my shit off and wash it. Then check your fuckin’ self. What? You tryin’ to be me now, huh?”

“Fuck you, Kola!” Apple shouted then raced upstairs in her heels.

Kola followed behind her, and the two continued their argument inside the apartment. Nichols was on the couch watching TV when she heard the shouting and the door slam.

“Why you in my shit, Apple?”

“Kola, step the fuck off!” Apple screamed, snatching off the shirt and unbuttoning the skirt.

“No. You tell me why that nigga was pressed up on you like that! Huh, Apple? What the fuck business you got wit’ him? He a fuckin’ creep. You fuckin’ that nigga?”

Apple turned and exclaimed, “I ain’t a fuckin’ whore, like you, bitch!”

“‘Bitch’? Remember, I’m the one that saved your fuckin’ ass!”

Apple tossed Kola’s shirt at her and then kicked off the shoes.

Nichols was dumbfounded by her sisters’ argument and wanted them to stop. She stood up and watched her two sisters up in each other’s face like they were boxers in the ring.

“You’s a disrespectful bitch, Apple!”

“I’ll be disrespectful. Just get the fuck out my face!”

“So, what you tryin’ to do? Fight me now? Huh, Apple? What’s good then, punk!”

Nichols was fed up with the nonsense between her sisters. Tears trickling down her face, she burst out, “Stop it! Stop it! Why y’all always gotta be fighting? I’m tired of this shit! Damn it!” She stormed out of the room and hurried into her mother’s bedroom, leaving the twins astounded by her outburst.

Kola took a step back from Apple, regaining her composure. “You know what? I don’t need this shit. You can keep my fuckin’ clothes. You seem to need them more than me. I’ll just buy some new shit.” She walked out the door and slammed it shut behind her.

Apple sucked her teeth. She stepped out of the skirt and left everything scattered about in the living room. Dressed in only her panties and bra, she went into the bathroom, turned on the water, and filled the dirty tub up until she was able to jump in and submerge herself from her reality.

She cried underwater, wishing she was able to drown herself. She needed a change in her life, wanted something different, but it felt like she was living through the same bullshit every day.

CHAPTER 10

A
few weeks into summer, Harlem had become a hot town. A drug dealer had been murdered, found shot to death on 139th Street and Lenox, and the hood was buzzing with police activity. Word on the streets was, it was a rival of Cross, a man named Donny B. He was found sprawled out on the hard concrete with two shots to his head at two o’clock in the morning. Donny B had been hanging out with some friends near the bodega when a dark Chevy crept up while they were drinking and mingling. A hooded shooter leaped from the car and fired at him at point-blank range, dropping him where he stood as his friends ran off.

The crime scene had been taped off, and bystanders hung around talking about the cold-blooded shooting. Police were trying to take statements from them, but nobody wanted to get involved, fearing retaliation for snitching.

The body had been transported to the morgue, while the half-dozen cops still canvassed the neighborhood, trying to collect evidence and statements. Hours had passed since the killing, but the police still didn’t have any clues. Morning soon became afternoon, and gradually, the block was littered with foot traffic and nosy neighbors still inquiring about the shooting.

*****

Nichols walked down Lenox Avenue with her friend Dina. It was a beautiful afternoon, and the two young girls wanted to enjoy the summer day by looking at boys, window-shopping, and maybe, from the right store, shoplift a few items.

Nichols was clad in a short skirt, exposing her young, meaty thighs, and a loose T-shirt that hid her developing breasts.

Dina teased her, saying, “Yo, you gonna mess around and get us raped out here, looking like that. I wish I had your legs.”

“Please. Niggas is lookin’, but they know not to touch.” Nichols chuckled. “Besides, if he’s cute enough, maybe I’ll let him touch.”

Dina laughed. “Uh-huh, look at you. You talkin’ like Kola now.”

“Kola be doin’ her thang. She be gettin’ money and running these dudes out here,” Nichols said, glorifying her sister’s ways.

“And you wanna be next in line, right?” Dina asked.

“Maybe,” Nichols replied slowly.

“Now, you know you’re too much of a square to be like your sister, Nichols. That ain’t you. You’re too smart for that.”

Nichols changed her expression. She hated when her sisters and friends treated her like a bookworm who didn’t know any better. Though she was ignorant of the street life, she wanted to have her fun too. She wanted to be noticed and gawked at by the fellows and treated like she was a top model. Nichols knew she was pretty; in fact, it was the one good thing her mother had passed down to her and her sisters.

The summer was young and hot, and both girls just wanted to meet cute boys and run through Harlem like it was their personal playground. Nichols also wanted to party and experience the things she’d heard her sisters talk about. She wanted to lose her virginity, and she wanted to get out of her mother’s home and experience new things. She felt trapped in that filthy apartment.

Always stuck in Harlem, all Nichols knew was her projects and 125th Street. She was always cleaning and cooking, while her sisters ran the streets and their mother was getting fucked by every Tom, Dick, and Harry. Taking the A train to Queens or riding the No. 6 train into the Bronx was something foreign to her.