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“Hold up. Where do you think your ass is going?” Nikki asked licking her dark lips.
“I’m getting the fuck outta here. If you want him all to yourself, then I don’t need to be here.” Lexi responded.
“LEX!” Kojack hollered through his teeth distraught by her words.
“I can’t let you leave little girl. You’ve seen too much,” Nikki stated feeling the tears water her eyes, “I’m sorry but I can’t.”
“Yes you can and you wanna know why?” Lexi smiled soft and angelic, “Because I
’m not a little girl, I’m a lady. And ladies live by a code where we keep our mouths closed.”
Silence fell over the room. Lexi did not want to give Nikki enough time to go crazy on her, grabbing the door knob pushing the door open quickly never taking her eyes of the gun for a second. Nearly out the door, Kojack watched as she just stepped out of the office without care or concern for his wellbeing. His chest caved in and his heart dropped to his feet, wanting to call out to her or scream her name. He waited to see if she would at least peak back in to speak to him or send him a sign that she was lying to Nikki and was actually going to get help. But as the door closed the only thing he heard was the sound of Nikki
’s lips smacking together from his gaze at Lexi’s departure.
“You want her don
’t you?” she asked softly.
“She
’s carrying my seed,” he replied listening to the sound of his car rev up.
“You are so fucking pathetic,” Nikki laughed.
“ARGH!! Give me the fucking gun!” Kojack was beyond fed up as he rushed towards her grabbing her arm vying for the pistol.
BANG! There was a slight pause then…BANG, BANG!
His eyes were open, still and fixed. Her hand was still, there was blood everywhere. The brawl was one for an action packed Steven Spielberg movie, yet it was all too real. There were tiny specks splattered on the wall, sofa and window. The silence was ghostly but as Nikki unearthed herself out from under Kojack’s still warm yet dead body, she realized she only had a matter of minutes to collect all of the cash from the safe and disappear into the night.
****
As Lexi drove down the road loving the luxury of Kojack’s Lexus truck, she dreaded having to give it up once she made it to his house. She decided to make her ride all the more comfortable and exciting by fiddling with the gadgets from the ceiling console to the stereo. She turned to WGCI hoping they were not full of commercials as usual. Punching the buttons wildly, she did not find the station but stumbled upon a song she remembered Diamond told her their mother used to like.
“Go on sing that song Chaka! Woo!” Lexi juked loving the smooth rhythm of music,
“Whoa, sweet thang. Don’t’ you know you’re my everything?”
The song dissipated, as did her excitement as the radio announcer began speaking in a very solemn voice. She was just about to turn the channel when he said something that caught her attention prompting her to turn the radio volume up almost to the max.
Authorities are saying that the shoot out on 79
th
and Western in between Nicky’s Restaurant and McDonald’s, involved a young lady, who was only identified by the ID in her pocket. She is eighteen-year-old Diamond Burden, a Chicago native, who engaged in an all-out shootout with police this evening killing one police sergeant, whose name is not being released at this time and also ending in her fatal demise. The suspect was shot in the head killing her instantly as she refused to give up when instructed by authorities. We still have yet to know what made this young lady decide to do this and why she did not surrender. No family has been found or notified as of yet but again this is breaking news and as the story unfolds we’ll be able to bring you more information. Let me add that it’s just truly a shame that these young folks live their lives in the fast lane but I want to send my condolences out to the family and if you are a relative of or know Diamond please come forward so we can possibly get some answers to this tragedy and give you some answers as well.
Her mouth was agape as she pulled off of the expressway turning the volume down, she could barely drive. Her brain collapsed almost unable to function wanting to run the car into ongoing traffic and end it all as large boulders of tears fell from her eyes effortlessly. She was so lost in a daze that she had not even noticed that she was pulling up in front of Kojack’s house. Every fiber on her body cringed as she parked the then turned the key to the ignition and plopped back in the seat. Her breathing became erratic and her soul began to wither away like an old rose. Shock filled her face along with the feeling of nausea and numbness.
“AGHHHHHHHH!”
Lexi screamed as loud and as hard as she possibly could. Not only had she lost one sister she had lost them both and all in the same day. It proved to be more than she could bear, her body going limp with grief setting in. She knew the police would eventually find her and commence the ongoing investigation as to why she would pull such a stunt, not to mention the questions they would have when they finally discovered Pandora’s body. None of it mattered, though, because whatever they asked or did it would not be enough to bring her family back. The reality of her lonesome had begun to set in and then she clenched her t-shirt tightly, nearly ripping it clean off. Her fingernails dug into her sides and chest inflicting a pain that might take away the pain she felt inside for her loss as the tears continued to flow.
She dug deeper and deeper feeling that her clothes were constricting her more snug than usual, pulling at them in a stressful temper tantrum, squeezing her eyes together roughly. Then she opened them abruptly. She remembered the life growing inside of her. Her fingers gently ran across her stomach silently apologizing for her uncanny behavior, realizing that this life was counting on her. Though still in mourning she knew that she needed to be able to deal with her grieving in a better way for the sake of her unborn child.
“Oh shit!” She exclaimed as she exited the car heading inside of the house slamming the door behind her.
Lexi hurriedly ran to the kitchen and got the suitcase that Diamond had told her to put under the sink. Her eyes focused on everything in the house scanning for something to transfer the contents to. Her legs raced to the top of the stairs and into Kojack
’s bedroom looking for anything she could use, becoming frustrated that there was nothing in there until she spotted a small Nike backpack in the far corner. She emptied its contents, some workout gear, and ran back down stairs to open the case. The tiny click was like music to her ears as her eyes slowly smiled since her mouth could not at the moment.
“Fifty thousand dollars,” she sighed heavily as tears silently rolled down her cheeks and onto the neat stacks of cash, “Thanks sis.”
As she transferred the last bit of money to the backpack and zipped it closed, she tossed it on her back and headed back to the front door. She debated if she wanted to take a look back at the disaster that was once a part of her but as the feeling of vomit once again made itself prevalent in her throat she decided it was best to leave the past in the past, especially since she had finally got her wish. With Kojack far out of the picture, she could finally raise baby Lex on her own happily, since now she had the means to do so. Lexi stepped out on the porch trucking down the stairs and back into Kojack’s car paying attention to her surroundings.
The cops would surely be looking for her and would keep her in Chicago until their whole circus fest of investigations was over. They would blast all of their findings on the news, surely making a mockery of her and her family and she just was not prepared to deal with that. Her sisters, though as dysfunctional as she was, deserved to finally rest not be put on public display. No, Lexi had decided that she would be the one to give them their dignity. Pulling away from the curb, she decided to leave the circus hanging in the balance about all the details of her family. On her way to the airport, she thought of all the good times that she, Pandora, and Diamond shared. Because at the end of the day, family though flawed, was all that mattered.
Juicy 3: Lexi’s Story
Never Can Say Goodbye
1 week later
Lexi
Blagh! Blagh!
I
wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet as I snagged some tissue from the roll, cleaning the remaining upchuck off of the floor with tissue. I ran the cold water in the sink, cuffing my hand under the flow to splash a bit of it in my mouth. After the initial nauseating feeling subsided, I grabbed my toothbrush and began scrubbing away the awful taste that still lingered orally.
"Hey
, Lex. You okay in there? It’s too early in the morning to be crying over Kojack now. Com’ on out of there," Diamond yelled from the other side of the bathroom door.
She tried the knob
, but I had made sure to lock it behind me. I had never felt this way before, and the only thing that rolled through my mind was Diamond's words— she had AIDS. My heart beat faster and harder than a bass drum at a parade as I tried not to hyperventilate.
All of
my promiscuity was fun and fulfilling, but hearing my sister's declaration, I slowly began to comprehend that it all came with a cost even though it was a day late and a dollar short.
“I’m good, Diamond. Just go away, okay.”
I shooed the door as if it were she.
“No
, I’m not going anywhere until you open this damn door cause I know you ain’t good.” Diamond banged harder on the white wooden door.
“Ugh
, just go the fuck away!”
“NO!”
“Dammit Diamond,” I roared as I turned the lock and whisked open the door. “Motherfuckas need privacy sometimes, damn.”
“Whatever
bitch, you know I ain't tryin' to hear that shit. Now, what’s going on in here?” Diamond asked, raising her bony arm to stroke my hair, but found it batted away.
“Don’t touch me. I don’t want to be touched right now
,” I growled, mean mugging her face in the oversized rectangular bathroom mirror.
“Hey
, don’t get snappy at me just cause you mad your man ain’t been home. I don’t know what to tell you. Shit fuck him, girl. We need to be focused on squaring up with that bitch ass sister of yours.”
“She’s your sister too
, Diamond.”
“Yeah
, but only by blood. Fuck that ho. The sooner you start thinking like that, the better off you’ll be, be, be.”
**
I drifted out of my daze, wishing I could erase everything bad that happened to me in the past. All I could think about was my sisters and their rivalry, coupled with the morning sickness that plagued me ever since I found out I was pregnant. My body trembled heavily as I lay there staring up into the bright light.
I could feel my pupils dilate as the faint feeling of nausea overcame me. I thought I was dying. I should have been dead. What I was feeling, felt like death. I could hear voices, hazily telling me to calm down and relax my muscles. They told me that it would be alright and that it would be all over very soon. But that was a lie.
It would never be
alright. Nothing would ever be the same again. My sisters were dead. Kojack was dead, and I had no one.
“Wait.”
I jumped up closing my legs. “I can’t do this.”
“Huh? Alexis, you knew the repercussions when you were sitting out in the lobby. Once you put the pill on the side of your cheeks,
and it dissolves; there’s no turning back. You will have a painful and horrible time in the bathroom doing it alone.” The white-coated Caucasian physician looked confused about my outburst. “Now, is that something you’re prepared to go through?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I can’t do this,” I huffed heavily. “At least, right now I can’t.
I need more time to think this through. Can I get my money back?” I panicked.
She stared at me with a discerned look on her face. I couldn’t give up like this. It seemed like I was making a sudden decision just because I chose not to get on the plane. I decided to stay in Chicago rather than catch that flight last week. It didn't make sense for me to leave if everyone was dead.
All I needed to do was not let anyone of importance know my role in the events of my past and I was straight. At least, that is the plan that I rationalized in my head.
"Are you listening to anything that I'm saying to you? The process has already been started. That was explained to you in the beginning," the physician said standing up from her chair.
"So, figure out a way to stop it." I was adamant.
"I don't think you understand, Alexis. The process is irreversible. No one can stop it." She sighed.
“Oh, my fucking gosh. What have I done?”
My heart seemed
to nearly plummet and splatter as if it were hitting the ground. Initially, when I made the decision, I did so hastily feeling as though the abomination growing inside of my womb should not be born into my world of chaos. I was never prepared to bring another life into this world and care for it. Especially by myself and definitely not while my life was in shambles.
I stayed in Chicago to get the procedure done because I knew exactly where and how to get it done here.
I didn’t know the stipulations in another city and didn’t want to risk not being able to get it done because of my age. But, now that I was lying on the operating table, going through the motions, I felt like I had made a great mistake.
“Alexis, just lay down so we can continue. There’s nothing more that we can do at this point but finish the deed at hand,” she huffed as I plopped back down on the table. “I’m sorry, hun.”
“You’re sorry? I’m the dumb ass who thought about saving this baby’s life at the last minute.” A single tear fell from my left eye as I stared back up into the large oval light.
“Okay, now you will feel my hand and then the speculum, followed by some mild tugging and pulling. Now you may experience some cramping with this,
as well. Let me know if it becomes unbearable.”
“Yep.”
I lay there trying to keep my composure as she stuck her instrument inside of my twat and twisted it open to get a good look at my cervix. The Asian ultrasound lady came around on the other side of me, prepping my stomach for an ultrasound. The physician then stuck some other kind of instrument in me, checking the ultrasound screen for movement inside.
I could see the heartbeat on the screen. The baby was still alive. The human growing inside of my body was about to die in a matter of seconds by the hands of everyone in the room, but its blood would only be on my hands. I looked aimlessly into the light, wondering if it could feel any pain. I wondered if it knew something was terribly wrong and that it’s delicate life was about to end in a heartbeat.
“Now, you will feel some tugging. Let me know if the pain becomes intense, okay?”
I couldn’t respond. The instrument she used sounded like the sucking of a handheld vacuum cleaner. The tugging inside of me sucked in and out simultaneously. I felt like lighting bolts were shooting through my body and surging out as she continued to pump her instrument to suck the fetus out of my uterus. I closed my eyes; biting my bottom lip so hard, I could have drawn blood. There was a pulling in my stomach as tears flowed like a faucet from my eyes.
"Almost got it," the Asian lady said as I looked over at the screen.
My eyes watered as I watched the amniotic sac detach from my uterine wall. A large bubble passed through my opening feeling as though I had just passed a large blood clot. The voices all around me sounded muffled even though I heard them plain as day.
The Asian lady confirmed that the physician had successfully snatched every fragment of pregnancy right out of me. I could hear her seal up the bag she had slipped the birth in. Inside, I was mortified. Outside, I was nothing but a stone cold shell, unable to move or comprehend the aftercare instructions that were rapidly given to me.
“Do you understand what you need to do?” the thin dark skinned nurse asked as she helped me to a seated position.
“Huh? I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you,” the words stumbled out of my lips as I eased off the table.
She repeated them as she escorted me back into the waiting room of twenty-four other women waiting their turn for the same procedure. I had the unwanted pleasure of being the first one in the queue. As I turned the corner, I looked up into their inquisitive faces, wondering how the experience was and whether or not it hurt, as well.
Before I went in, there was nothing but ratchet ass talk about being able to go home and pretend like nothing had ever happened. One girl had even said she was there just two months ago and was back again for the same shit. I couldn’t believe someone would be so careless and stupid to have to go through the process back to back like that.
“On a scale from one to ten, what level of pain are you in
right now?” the nurse asked, handing me a small cup of antibiotics.
“How the hell should I know?”
I grunted at the cramping that formed in my lower abdomen. “I guess a four.”
“Good. Now, take those pills and be still so I can take your blood pressure.” She was agitated with me; I could tell.
I rolled my eyes in disgust at her ass. She wasn’t the one who had just had a living, breathing fetus sucked from her uterus. She spoke as if she didn’t even care about the fact that I may have been emotionally unstable. Just as I swallowed the last of the four pills she handed me, gut-wrenching screams rang out in the distance.
I could only assume that the next patient lying on the table of the operating room, didn’t take the experience as well as I had. It only lasted about five minutes, but it could have easily felt like ages.
“Why is she screaming like that?” I asked as the nurse removed the blood pressure belt from my arm.
“Some people feel like it’s the worst experience of their lives. Then again, others can’t deal with the pain, and you have those that are horrified when they
feel the baby coming out. Those are the people who might need psychiatric help after this experience,” she huffed as she checked my mouth to make sure I had swallowed the pills. “Frankly, I can’t see why any woman would want to get an abortion anyway. If you laid down with a dog, you’d better be prepared to take care of that flea.”
“Hmm. You can say that again.” I rolled my eyes.
“If I do, will you act like you heard me this time?”
I rolled my eyes again in disgust. “Listen, if I get pregnant again, it’s gonna be by my husband, not some random dude who gave me five minutes on my back.”
“Yeah well, here’s to praying for you, hun.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Alright, you’re all set. Good Luck.”
I got up holding my hospital gown closed and sliding across the floor in the tan footie socks they had given me. My eyes swept the room for my big clear belongings bag, sitting on top of the dozen others. I sifted through the pile and collected my things, before heading to the bathroom to change.
As the women filed one-by-one to the back operating room of the Stroger Hospital basement, only screaming could be heard minutes later. I cringed every time I heard it, affixing my pad in my panties to catch the bleeding. I couldn’t put my clothes on quick enough as I exited the bathroom only to be met with the attitude having nurse again.
“Here you go
hun.”
“What’s this?” I asked, looking down at the multiple papers she handed me.
“This is your prescription for Ibuprofen, in case of pain along with your discharge papers. I just need you to sign one copy and give it back to me.” She handed me a pen as I turned, pressing the paper against the wall to sign.
“Here.” I didn’t even wait for her to explain shit else.
I couldn’t take the screaming anymore. Those were the same bitches laughing and giggling as I sat in the cut observing their ratchetness. They looked at me as if I was the outcast of the group. None of that shit bothered me. The only thing that did was the fact that they were making it seem like it was all one big joke to them.
It was like watching an episode of Jerry Springer listening to their asses. The sad part was that all of them were fucking with men that were dogging them out and having sex with other women. Even the set of cousins that were in there together had slept with the same man. They were pathetic,
and their screaming only further proved that.
The front sliding hospital doors opened as I skated right through them. It was dark outside, which was a complete change from the bright sunlight beaming down at 8am when I had arrived. I had been sitting in the county hospital for twelve hours just to get a cheap abortion done. Infuriated, in pain, and hungry, I headed down the street towards the rental car that I so desperately needed to return.
After leaving Kojack’s car at the airport, I needed to get into something else fast. Good thing I still had a rapport with Superior, an ex-dip I had gotten back with to help me out. She was a twenty-one-year-old goddess, tall, with thick thighs, and a honey complexion.
Her skin was like butter; her pussy dripped like spilled warm milk, and her eyes reminded me of a seductive vampiress. She was everything that I lusted after, but nothing that I wanted to keep
simply because there was something about her that I just never trusted.