Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) (13 page)

"Great! Did you have a color and style in mind?"

"Yes, I even brought a picture to make your job a little
easier."

"Perfect! Let me have a look," she said as I dug in my
purse. I then handed her the photo and she eyed the
picture and then stared at me.

"Wow, you resemble the woman in this picture an
awful lot."

"Everybody says that. But it should be expected. We
used to be sisters."

"Used to be?"

'Yes, her name was Precious, but she died not too long ago."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. I've always admired her style, but now that she's gone I think she would appreciate me carrying it on."

"That's a nice way of looking at it. They say imitation
is the greatest form of flattery. So let me work my magic.
First, I'll start with a scalp treatment. It's a massage of
special oils and steamer."

"Sounds divine."

"It is, so sit back and relax."

It was effortless to do precisely that. I closed my eyes
and let my mind travel to where I wanted to be...my life as
a queen bitch. I visualized diamonds in all colors, shapes
and sizes, a walk-in closet full of designer clothes, shoes
and bags that even Kimora Lee Simmons would have to
respect, and pushing whips that I can't even pronounce
let alone spell. Each day I was getting closer to living my
dream and going from nothin' to somethin'.

I woke up for the first time in I didn't know how many
weeks without being handcuffed to a fucking bed. This
new chapter in my life had now taken another bizarre
turn. After Mike had fed me that delicious breakfast he
kept his word and came back for lunch and dinner. Then
he took another chance at letting me bathe, and this time
I pulled no shenanigans. He was so impressed with all my
cooperating he filled my drawers with undergarments, a
few loungewear outfits and beauty products. I was almost
starting to feel a sense of normalcy, if that was possible
under the circumstances.

If Mike was trying to prove that what he said he was
willing to do for me was true, then he was doing a damn
good job. If he really wanted me to leave the country with him and I could bring Aaliyah, then I would do it. Once
I got to wherever the fuck he took us, I would scheme
up a plan to break the fuck out and go back to Supreme
the first chance I got. But right now the most important
thing was finding a way to stay alive. Playing up to Mike
seemed to be the best and damn near only way to make
it happen. As the idea of being reunited with Aaliyah
played in my head I heard a knock at the door.

"Precious, are you up?" I heard Mike ask. What the hell,
this nigga knocking now, tryna respect my privacy? Shit
really has changed.

"Yeah, I'm up. Come on in, Mike." He came in carrying a tray
with food and one long stem rose in a slender glass vase.

"You're feeding me another fabulous meal. You're not
poisoning me on the low are you?"

"I suppose I deserve that question," Mike laughed. "But
no poison. I want you alive not dead."

"Wow, pretty soon you'll let me out this bedroom and
I'll be able to walk around," I joked.

"Funny you should say that. I was going to ask you if
you wanted to come in the living room and watch TV or
a movie."

"Mike, now you're officially buggin' me out. You have done
a complete 180 in less than forty-eight hours. I get you're tryna
show me a different side, but this is what one would define as
drastic. Marinate on that while I eat my breakfast."

Mike sat down on the bed and got comfortable as I
poured syrup on my buttermilk pancakes. I was tripping
how all of sudden I went from being on the verge of
starvation to being plentiful with food.

"These are bangin' and I ain't even big on pan-cakes,"

I said, savoring each bite.

"Precious, I'm sorry."

,,You don't have to apologize. Like I said, they bangin'."

"I'm not talking about the pancakes."

"Then what are you apologizing for?"

"I'm sorry for raping you."

I stopped with my fork in midair. "Are you sure you want
to take the conversation there, because I don't think I do."

"I understand if you don't want to say anything and
simply listen."

"Do I really have a choice?"

"If you don't want to hear what I have to say then I'll
end it right here."

I couldn't front, I was somewhat curious to how this
clown planned on coming at me. "Go `head."

"I never wanted to admit this, because if I did, I would
have to own up to being a rapist. I've murdered, stolen,
cheated, committed numerous crimes, but never did I
believe I would find rapist on that list."

"Well it is."

"I know, and I'm ashamed. For so long after it happened
I kept telling myself that I didn't rape you, that you wanted
to have sex with me."

I put my head down because Mike and I both knew
that at a point before I believed he killed Supreme, I did
want to have sex with him. On one occasion I practically
begged for the dick, but none of that changed what
happened the night he did rape me.

"But you didn't. You gave every indication that the last
thing you wanted was for me to touch you, but instead I
took it. I'll never forgive myself for that."

"Where did this big epiphany come from?"

"In my heart I knew the truth, but my mind wouldn't
allow me to recognize it. I was angry for being locked up
like an animal. I wanted to blame somebody and it was easy
to make you the target. If I came clean and said you did
nothing wrong then the only person I could blame for my
demise would be me. I wasn't man enough to do that."

"But you man enough now. Forgive me if I'm not..."
Mike turned around to see what had caused me to stop
mid sentence.

"Isn't this cozy! My dear brother with my worse enemy!"
Maya spit. "Maybe I should just kill you both right now."
There was a long pregnant pause before Maya smirked. "I'm
joking," she teased, placing what appeared to be a brand
new designer bag on the dresser.

"What the fuck did you do to yourself?" Mike walked
over to Maya with his mouth opened in confusion.

"Mike, I told you she was crazy. Maya sweetie, I hate
to fracture your frame but you'll never be me. I don't care
what color the hair or how long the extensions. There is
only one Precious Cummings AKA Mills."

"Let's let Supreme be the judge of that."

"Maya, what are you doing? The hair, these clothes
you're wearing, this ain't you."

"It's the me I've always wanted to be."

"Trick, please! Admit you want to be me. Your brother
and I were just having a conversation about admitting
shit, maybe you need to be a part of this."

"Damn, Mike, Precious must toss one hell of a salad
because I'm assuming that's how she got you to lose
your fuckin' mind. First, you move her upstairs from the basement, and now this bitch handcuff free, eating
pancakes like she staying at a five star hotel instead of
being a prisoner."

"I see you tryna ignore what I said, but that's cool," I
commented, taking the last bite of my pancakes.

"Maya, I'm concerned about you. I know you want
to win Supreme over, but turning into his missing wife
might not be the move."

"Mike, fuck being concerned about me! I think you
need to be concerned about yourself. Precious is playing
you like she's done every other man in her life. Do you
know that when she thought Supreme was dead she
slept with Nico? Can't you see what type of skank she is?
Her supposedly dead husband wasn't even cold in the
ground and this ho was spreading her legs for the man
who tried to take her out this world. And you call me the
crazy one," Maya said, pointing her finger directly at me.

"Maya, that's on her. You may not agree with the
choices Precious made, and I'm sure she doesn't agree
with yours."

"I can't believe you're defending this tramp. She's
responsible for putting you in jail, Mike."

"No, I'm responsible for that all on my own."

I watched as the color drained from Maya's face.
"What the fuck is going on? The next thing you're gonna
tell me is that you want to free this bitch and let her go home
to her family." Mike remained silent which aggravated Maya
further. "Fuckin' say something! Don't stand there on mute!"
she screamed, raising up her hands and pushing her brother
in the chest.

"Calm down," Mike said, holding Maya's arms still.

"Mike, I can't believe you're letting her do this to us.
We're family! First, you set me up with that gun bullshit
and now you're siding with the woman who has ruined
both of our lives. What happened to us being a team?"

"Maya, how did I ruin your life? I treated you like we
were blood," I interjected.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear a word out of you. This
is between me and my brother."

"Maya, let's go out there and talk."

"Fuck that! Don't try that blah, blah, blah shit with me. You
say what the fuck is going on right here, right now."

"Fine. In a few days I'll have that money I've been waiting
for and you already know after that I'm leaving. But the
thing is, I'm bringing Precious with me."

"I never thought I would think this about you, but
you're a fuckin' fool. But with you holding that bullshit
gun situation over my head, there isn't too much I can
do about the decisions you make. Remember, when
Precious leaves your dumb ass high and dry on whatever
island you chillin' on to come back for her husband and
daughter, don't be mad at me when I put a bullet straight
through her eyes."

"She won't be coming back."

"And you're so sure because what, she's confessed her
undying love for you?" Maya said sarcastically.

"Not her undying love for me, but for Aaliyah. We're
bringing her with us."

"Mike, didn't you hear what I said? Precious slept with
Nico too. That means he also could be the father. More
than likely Aaliyah isn't even your child."

"All that is true, but what we do know is that she's Precious' child and they deserve to be together."

"I have to give it to you, Precious, you must have some
unbelievable pussy. It's been how long now since my
brother raped you, and he is jumping through hoops to get
back between your legs, or has it already happened?"

"That's enough, Maya!"

"No, Mike, this is enough. Not only do you want to take
Precious with you, but you're trying to take Aaliyah too. It
doesn't matter anyway, Aaliyah's not even here."

"Where is she? Maya, so help me if you did anything to
hurt my daughter..."

"Save it, Precious. Aaliyah went back to New Jersey
with Supreme's parents for a couple of weeks."

"Then we'll wait for her to come back before we leave,"
I said, making it clear to Mike that I wasn't bouncing
without my daughter.

"We can wait, that's not a problem."

"Mike, I never knew you could be so accommodating.
But it doesn't matter, Aaliyah still can't leave with you."

"What's the excuse now, Maya?" Mike asked, becoming
impatient.

"Aaliyah is my lifeline to Supreme. I need her here in
order to win him over."

"You're never going to win him over anyway."

"Shut up, Precious. That's the last warning you'll get.
You may have my brother's nose wide open but I have
no problem taking you out."

"Maya, leave Precious out of this. I want Aaliyah to
leave with us and that's not negotiable. You're going to
have to find another way to win Supreme over."

"Here we go... once again you're deserting me like you did when I was a little girl, never protecting me,
always choosing everyone and everything else over me.
Neither you nor our trifling mother ever wanted to be
bothered with me. For mother, she picked her pathetic
boyfriends who were always itching to get a taste of my
virgin pussy, and you picked your work. Always in those
streets hustling not giving a damn what my life was like
in that hell hole. Now I'm nineteen years old and you still
don't give a damn about me. All you care about is what's
best for you."

Mike and I both stayed quiet. It seemed crazy that
yesterday the two of us was discussing this very topic,
and here Maya was shoving it back down our throats,
trying to gain sympathy votes from her brother.

"My dear brother can't be speechless. You always have
some shit to pop."

"Growing up I did let you down and I carry a lot of guilt
around over that. I also know that you believe I'm letting you
down now, but I'm not. A mother and her daughter deserve
to be together. This has to be a give and take situation. I'm
giving you the opportunity to have a life with Supreme, so I
have to take the one thing that means the most to Precious.
The same way I have to right a wrong with you, I'm trying
to right my wrong with her."

"Okay, Mike. I'll do what you've asked, but like I said,
Aaliyah won't be back for a couple of weeks. That will at
least give us some time to figure out how I'll give Aaliyah to
you without it leading back to me."