Rayqelle's Revenge ---Book 1--- Special Holiday Edition (Ratchet) (10 page)

The Latin gangsta was right. He hooked me up with that real shit. I leaned forward in the seat focusing on the Acura symbol in the center of the steering wheel. I started to nod off. I could feel it all over. I was free!

Then my cell phone rang, almost scaring me to death! One ring, two rings, three rings… I heard it clearly, but I couldn’t move. I was fucked up! The phone rang again, and again, and again! I shook myself and grabbed for the phone that was lying in the passengers’ seat.

“H... he... hell…Hello?” I struggled to speak.

“Bitch where you at?” It was Iesha.

“I … I  ... had to go get some  ...” I was too fucked up for words. I just wanted to enjoy my high while it lasted.

“Bitch! I told you I had something for you to do tonight! It’s eleven-thirty. Do you want me to fuck you up cuz I will. Look. These niggas are waitin’ on you. Get ‘cho ass downtown now! You got thirty minutes!” Iesha shouted into the phone before she hung up. By then she had blown my high wit’ all that yellin’ and shit. But I was starting to feel well again.

So I decided to go ahead to the hotel. I figured I would run in, smile, walk around and look pretty. Maybe even give one or two mutha’fuckas some head, or maybe fuck‘em real quick if I had to. Then I could be back at the house with Chance before he even missed me.

CHAPTER 22

When I got to the hotel I made my way up to the penthouse and rang the bell. The door opened and there stood Iesha, wearing a short pink nighty and matching high heels. There were three other girls in sexy lingerie, sandwiched between three tall, fine ass, muscle bound niggas (all rookie NBA players) sitting on an oversized white sofa in the living room. Each guy had his own bottle of Cristal waving it around as they argued and debated back and forth over music that was too loud. They were screaming about who had gotten the biggest signing bonus while  trying to out floss each other in front of their paid companions.

The  hoes rolled their eyes at me as I went on in the back to get ready. I hurried up and got  undressed. Then quickly got in the shower to wash the funk from my body where I had sweated in agony, fiendin’ for the bitter china white. The hot water beat down on my neck and back, momentarily soothing my body but nothing could sooth the soreness of my soul.

I got out and got dressed; slipping into a little sexy number that I had bought a long time ago for Chance but never got to wear it. I stopped, and looked in to the full length mirror that was very carefully positioned to capture a view of the king sized bed. I checked my hair and make up, adjusting my cleavage, preparing to make my entrance as Iesha stormed in.

“Hurry up bitch! I need yo’ ass out there not in here,” she said loudly. Iesha stood there with both hands placed upon her curvaceous hips as if she was Wonder Woman, Batgirl, or some shit like that. I laughed at that tramp. Not because it was funny, but because I knew it would piss her the fuck off.

I then took one last look in the mirror, hating what I saw, but vowing that this would be the last night for anymore of this kind of shit.

I opened the door and walked out into the living room.  Each one of the girls turned and looked at me as if I was public enemy number one. Shela recognized me instantly and smiled. Each of them guarded the nigga they sat with as if I had come to steal him away. Those hoes didn’t know that I couldn’t have been less interested in either one of them dumb ass basketball dunkin niggas.

I was just trying to get through this night the best way I could; hopefully without having to be kissed, fucked or fondled in the process. Ironically, neither of those niggas paid me one bit of attention. So, I spent the next few hours listening to four self indulged, over sized black men telling a bunch of over exaggerated basketball stories and over the top tales. Yelling about what they bought, what they had done, or what they were about to do. This was all I could do to keep my fuckin’ eyes open; if you want to know the truth!

Towards the end, two of the niggas ended up passed out on the couch drunk. One of them went off to a private suite with two of the girls, and the other guy disappeared into a back room with Iesha. I was just sorta’ sitting there by myself watching MTV Cribs. I’d had enough. So quietly I grabbed my shit and proceeded to bounce the fuck up outta there.

I walked exhaustedly down the long hallway. As I approached the elevator, I began to feel a new found freedom, and I was grasping for it at all cost. As I stood impatiently waiting for the elevator to reach my floor, I heard a clicking sound coming from the door situated to the right of me. It was the sound of the latches opening and the doorknob turning.

I could also hear someone exchanging words inside, it sounded like two men arguing in a hushed tone. Whatever the hell was going on I didn’t wanna know about it. I put my head down to keep from having to make any eye contact with whoever was about to open that door.

I was still half wasted and starting to come down off the heroin that I snorted earlier. I really didn’t feel like faking any smiles or small talk as they passed me. Then the door opened. I could see from my peripheral vision that it was dark inside and a large white man walked out. From a quick glance I saw that he was carrying what looked like an ice bucket.

I thought it was a bit peculiar that he had left the door standing wide open but white people do some weird shit. I had enough problems of my own to worry about.

“Maybe he left it open on purpose,” I thought as he passed behind my back still turned to avoid all eye contact. Then… as I reached out again to press the down button, I noticed that the man’s footsteps had stopped almost right behind me. Before I could turn around, I felt a great jolt against my back and then I heard a crackling sound, like electricity. This mutha’fucka was tasing me!

I was stunned! Then a strong hairy arm clamped itself down around my neck, almost crushing my windpipe and choking the life out of me! He dragged me backward into the room that sat next to the elevator. Once inside, someone standing behind the door quickly slammed it shut and the room went pitch black. “Ain’t this a bitch?” I thought, hearing the ding from the elevator open as it had finally arrived ten seconds too late!

I felt myself losing consciousness. I hadn’t had any air in over thirty seconds. It may not sound like a long time, but try doing it while you’re kicking and fighting for your life! I managed to get in one quick, precious breath as the man repositioned his grip around my neck. I couldn’t see, but I heard footsteps getting closer and then something hit me in the face! It felt like a hammer with skin around it, but I guess it was the fist of the other man in the room.

I could tell it was a man, because I heard him grunt as he was kicking and beating me over and over and over again. The man from the hallway held me. “It’s my turn” he said as he pushed me to the floor. He then stood on top of me until the other man could get his arms around me from behind and pick me up. Then the beating started again.

The second guy punched me in my stomach, knocking the wind out of me until I almost passed out. Then I heard what sounded like a third person moving toward me from the opposite side of the room. His footsteps grew closer until he stood right in front of me; so close that I smell his funky breath along with the cologne he wore that was sort of familiar. I was so terrified that I just couldn’t place it.

My body trembled as the room went dead silent. He then whispered into my ear, “Told you I was gonna have this pussy.” He then reached between my legs and jammed his fingers inside me. It was over for me! I must have passed out.

When I woke up I was in the hospital. I could only see a little light peeking through  small cracks that use to be my eyes. I struggled to get to my feet but two nurses held me down, and restrained me. My eyes were swollen shut from the severe beating I had endured.

Letah and Chance stood on both sides of the bed holding my hands saying, “It’s alright calm down. You’re safe now and everything is ok,” but I didn’t know where my attackers were and since I had no idea who they were I was in a panic!

“Chance!” I called to him.

“Oh my God!” Chance gasped after seeing my bruised and swollen face when the nurse shined the bright light on to me. “I’m gon’ kill that jealous bitch!”  He said, with intense hatred.

“Chance, I’m so sorry! Please let me explain!” I pleaded, reaching into the air to touch him.

“I already learned more than I ever wanted to know... But one thing is for sure; Iesha has gotta pay for everything she did to you, and to us!” Chance shouted and stormed out of the room. I called to him over and over but he wouldn’t answer. I could hear his footsteps grow fainter as he hurried away.

“He’s gone Rayqelle,” Letah said taking hold of my hand to comfort me.

Chance stormed out of the hospital, jumped into his car and sped off. He was heated, and he had only one thing on his mind, and that was finding Iesha. He looked at the crumpled note on the napkin and grew more and more angry. Beads of sweat dripped from his head. He didn’t know what he was gonna do when he got there, but he knew that he wanted to make her pay for what she had done.

The wheels of the car came to a screeching halt inside the underground garage of the hotel. Chance looked at the crumpled piece of paper on his lap and it had Iesha’s room number and phone extension. Chance grabbed his cell phone and angrily mashed Iesha’s number. He then waited as it rang over and over again.

There was no answer so he tried once more. Still no answer. Then he decided to dial her room directly since he had the extension number right in front of him. Dialing the hotel main number, he asked to be connected to ext. 1100.  The phone rang but there was no answer. His frustration grew.

  CHAPTER 24

Chance was sick of waiting! So, he decided to get out of the car and make his way up to Iesha’s suite. His heart pumped and he could feel the blood course through his veins. He looked around the ground floor of the parking garage to make sure that there was no one around; then walked quickly and steadily toward the elevator, but he thought to himself that he should take the stairs to be on the safe side.  He quietly opened the door to the stairwell, holding the handle so that it wouldn’t slam shut behind him. Then he carefully pounced up 11 flights of stairs, taking two to three steps at a time. Exhausted and gasping for air, he reached the floor and opened the door to the hallway, and discreetly entered! Chance had in mind what he wanted to do and witnesses was not an option..

Chance moved swiftly down the long hall with a blood focus on the double oak doors trimmed in gold that lay directly ahead. The closer he got the more his blood boiled! He had never been so angry, so disrespected or so violated.  “Nobody is about to destroy my life and get away with it,” he said to himself. All his thoughts came to a head as he approached the suite and banged on the door. He knocked repeatedly. “Iesha, open the mutha’fuckin’ door! I’m about to teach yo’ stank ass a serious lesson! You should ‘a never fucked wit’ what was mine!” Chance shouted and slammed his fist against the hard wood. He wrapped his hand around the doorknob and shook the door as hard as he could. With one firm twist of the handle, the door inched open. Chance stood at the crack of the opening peering in. “Iesha!” Chance called aloud. “Bitch! I know you hear me!” Chance pushed the door open cautiously looking around the huge living room from outside the door.

He stepped inside and continued yelling for Iesha. No response.  The big screen television blared loudly and music thumped from behind the bedroom door. Something was wrong, something just didn’t feel right. Chance was mad as hell! He stormed over to the door and shouted one more time; “Bitch, come out here! I’m about to fuck you up!” When there was no answer Chance turned the handle and flung open the door and rushed inside the dark room.

He slipped and fell, “Damn, what the fuck?” he said, “What’s this shit all over the floor?” thinking maybe someone had spilled juice or champagne. He got up even more pissed off now after falling and getting his clothes all wet. He walked back over to the doorway and felt along wall for a light switch and flipped it on. Chance began shaking as a cold chill ran down his spine. Standing frozen in horror, he looked around the room and gasped.

It was like a seen out of Friday the 13
th
! There was blood everywhere. It was splattered all across the walls and ceiling. Where he thought he had slipped and fallen on some spilled juice or champagne, it was really a puddle of blood with Iesha laid in the middle. She was cut wide open, from her neck down to her pelvis. All of her insides were exposed. She was wearing a white satin negligee that had been stained the color of crimson. Chance trembled! Everything was covered in blood, even himself from where he had fallen! This was a macabre mess. Chance was immediately seized by panic! He began scrambling quickly out of the room but fell again in the slick pool of blood.  He tracked through the living room, up to the foyer and out of the front door. Not realizing he was stamping bloody footprints all along the shiny marble floor behind him. Quickly he ran back into the hallway, out of the door and down the stairwell. He made his way down the eleven flights in half the time it took to him get up.

Chance dashed down the last flight of stairs in the hotel with intense fear. The front of his clothes was covered with blood. He began noticing that he left crimson handprints smeared all along the wall and banister behind him. As he reached the bottom of the dimly lit stairwell, he quickly headed toward the back entrance and scrambled out of the huge rusty steel door marked emergency exit. Chance could hardly catch his breath; so he stopped a moment and kneeled forward with sweat pouring from his face. He struggled to figure out what to do, where to go, who to call and how he got caught up in such a helluva’ mess! As the sound of approaching sirens grew closer, Chance dipped back to the car and pulled out of the dark parking garage. In complete shock Chance sped down a dark back alley, disappearing completely into the night.  

All that night the doctors came in and out checking on my condition. A police detective showed up asking a bunch of questions that I wasn’t ready or able to answer. I just could not get my mind off Chance. It had been over three hours and we still hadn’t heard a word from him.

I was worried sick. I spent a major part of that night answering questions from the police and there wasn’t a while lot I could tell ‘em except that I was snatched into a room where I got beat the fuck up by two white guys. I was in pretty bad shape. I had a concussion, two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a bruised kidney. But through it all there was only one thing on my mind, and that was Chance!

CHAPTER 25

While being questioned by the police, a special all points bulletin came over the radio. It was in regard to a murder at the Omni Hotel, “the victim was a 27 year old African American female, with a California driver’s license DJ01478L registered to an Iesha Ellis of Los Angeles.” It went on to say that the victim had been badly mutilated and a suspect was wanted for questioning in connection with the murder. Twenty-five year old Evan Chance of Chicago, Illinois. The suspect was described as an African American male, about 6’1” in height, 185 pounds, dark brown skin, bald head with no facial hair, and a slim to muscular. Approach with caution!”

The detective turned his eyes slowly toward me. “Miss Davis, didn’t you say that your boyfriends name was Chance? Evan Chance?” He asked.

My heart began to pound against my chest like a sledgehammer as sweat poured from my brow. “Yes! But he is not a murderer! He could never do anything like this! You need to be out there lookin’ for the mutha’fuckas that did this to me! You find them and I bet you’ll find Iesha’s killer. Chance did not do this!” I exclaimed through my loose teeth and swollen upper lip.

“Where is he?” The detective asked calmly.

Letah and I both looked and each other remaining quiet. The silence in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife!  And then …

“Don’t play with me! This is not a fuckin’ game! Your boyfriend is out there with a warrant for his arrest and an approach with caution advisory over his head. That means if he even so much as sneezes, some nervous ass rookie cop is probably gonna blow his mutha’fuckin head off his shoulders! Is that what you want? Now, tell me where he is!”  The detectives’ voice broke through the dead silence like a brick through a glass window and I fell to pieces.