Wifey 4 Life (12 page)

“Did she believe you?” Dré asked.

“She didn’t have a choice.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t try to look in closets and shit,” Dré
said, and then I heard him chuckle.

“She did. She ran right upstairs and looked in all the bedrooms
and the closets. I guess she thought that if you had a bitch hiding in here she
would’ve been upstairs, because she didn’t look in any of the closets down here.
After she came back downstairs, she walked right out the front door. I just stood
there and watched her leave.”

Now I heard footsteps coming my way. I knew that in a couple
minutes all three of them would be staring in my face and making little comments
about my actions. I really didn’t care at this point, because if they were in my
shoes, they would have done the exact same thing, if not more.

When all three of them made it into the room where I was, they
cut their conversation short. All eyes were on me.

Kasey walked right up to me and said, “I heard you were showing
off, Ms. Bad Ass! I know one thing, if I was here, I would’ve done more than knock
your ass out. I would’ve tortured your silly ass.”

Dré didn’t say one word. He just looked at me and shook his head
like he was disappointed in me, or like what I did was a shame. But that shit went
right over my head. I really wasn’t concerned about any of these frauds. My main
focus was my uncle; he held the key to my life. Whatever they had to say to me
didn’t hold any merit. It went through one ear and out the next.

“When did you tape her mouth back up?” Dré asked Breon after
they both took a seat on the sofa.

“Right after I knocked her stupid ass out. I wasn’t about to
let her wake up and start asking me a whole lot of fucking questions again. Or start
apologizing about what she did. I wasn’t in the mood to hear her mouth anymore.”

Dré laughed. “Boy, I would’ve paid anything to see when you punched
her in the back of her head. I bet that shit was funny as hell!”

“It wasn’t funny at the time. I was madder than a motherfucker!”
Dré chuckled again. “I bet you was!” He looked over at me and smiled.

Personally I didn’t see a motherfucking thing to smile about.
I was tied up and bound to a fucking chair. And on top of that, my fucking head
was in severe pain. So what the fuck was his problem? Then we had Ms. Ride-or-Die
chick standing alongside these two idiots, like she was fucking G.I. Jane or somebody.
With all the anger and hostility I’d had buried inside me, I’d fuck her up on a
good day.

I sat there and watched all three of these clowns while they
entertained each other. I noticed Kasey didn’t have any class whatsoever. She went
into the kitchen refrigerator and got a forty-ounce bottle of beer. When she walked
back into the room, she had the bottle tilted up to her mouth. She was literally
drinking from the bottle. That was some shit you saw cats in the streets do.

After she took a couple sips of the beer, she passed the bottle
to Dré, and then Dré passed it to Breon. Once the bottle was empty, Kasey started
playing with it. She placed both hands around the neck of the bottle and had the
bottom of it pressed against her pelvic area, like she was holding a penis of some
kind.

Dré and Breon thought it was hilarious. Especially when the dumb
bitch walked over to me, grabbed me by the back of my head, and pulled my head forward,
while she used her other hand to hold on to the bottle. She acted like she had a
dick and I was about to suck it. I was furious with this dumb chick.

Breon and Dré laughed so hard, they started choking. It seemed
like the more Kasey played her sick game, the harder they laughed.

“Take off the tape and make her suck on it for real,” Dré suggested.

“Nah, don’t take the tape off,” Breon said. “The bitch might
scream again.”

Kasey said, “I wish she would scream. I’ll punch her right in
her fucking mouth.”

Dré stood. “Untie her legs and take her out the chair.”

Kasey turned around toward Dré. “Whatcha gon’ do?”

Dré walked toward me and grabbed my legs. “Help me untie her,”
he instructed Kasey.

Kasey got down on her knees, while I watched Dré untie my legs.
I had no idea what they were about to do with me, but believe me, I was anxious
to find out.

I sat there and went along with their fucking games. Dré instructed
Kasey to help him put me down on the floor and flip me over on my stomach. They
had caught me completely off guard. While they were trying to turn me over on my
stomach, I started wiggling and kicking my legs frantically.

“Hold her legs,” Dré told Kasey.

“The stupid bitch keeps moving.”

“Yo, Breon, come hold her head down while me and Kasey hold her
legs.”

“What y’all ’bout to do?” he asked as he stood from the sofa.
He hesitated for a second, and then he moved toward us in slow motion. I could tell
he didn’t want to be a part of what Dré and Kasey had going on. His facial expression
told it all.

“Come on, nigga, grab her head and hold it down,” Dré told him.
Breon kneeled on the floor, turned my head in the opposite direction to face
the wall, and then he pressed both of his hands down on my head. The weight of his
arms and hands was enough pressure to cave my head in. I already had a headache
from when he’d punched me in the back of my head, so now I was experiencing such
excruciating pain, I thought I might black out again.

While Breon held my head, Dré held my legs.

The next thing I know, Kasey had ripped off my pantyhose and
panties, and she jammed the top of the beer into my vagina. I screamed and cried
out as loud as I could, but no one could hear me because my mouth was still duct-taped.
Tears poured from my eyes like a river.

She pulled the bottle out and rammed it back inside me again.
She did it over and over again until I lost count of how many times I was violated.
I couldn’t see anyone’s facial expressions, but I heard Breon telling them that
they needed to stop.

Kasey chuckled. “Nigga, stop being a pussy!”

“You know I ain’t no pussy! But I do know I ain’t trying to be
a part of this shit!”

Dré laughed. “Come on, nigga, calm your ass down! This shit ain’t
funny to you?”

“Hell, nah, this shit ain’t funny!” Breon released my head.

I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew he stood because
he grunted as he scrambled to get on his feet. I couldn’t lift my head for all the
money in the world. I was sore, and my head was pounding. All I wanted was for someone
to rescue me from all this madness. I hadn’t done anything to deserve this type
of abuse. I didn’t even know these people, so why were they taking me through all
this unnecessary torture?

Right after Breon released my head and got up, Kasey ceased all
her activity. She pulled the bottle from my vagina and sat it on top of the coffee
table next to the sofa. After she stood, Dré released my legs and also stood.

I lay there and cried. The way Kasey had forced that bottle inside
me led me to believe that blood was everywhere. I thought they were going to pick
me up and place me back in the chair, but they left me lying there on the floor.
Even though my hands were still tied behind my back, my legs were untied. If I had
just one ounce of will power, I could have jumped to my feet and hauled ass out
of there. I would have run headfirst into the first window I saw—Fuck going out
the front door! But I had no energy to move even an inch.

I don’t know how much time passed, but it felt like I was lying
on the floor forever. At first I thought they were going to leave me down there
until my uncle got back, but then Breon stood, grabbed me by my arms, and instructed
me to put my weight on him. I knew then that he was going to put me back into the
chair.

“Dré, go upstairs and get her a wet washcloth,” Breon told him.

“Ain’t no clean washcloths upstairs,” Dré said.

“Come on, there’s gotta be something we can wipe her off with.”

“Breon, you act like we fucking live here,” Kasey said. “Who has clean washcloths
in a fucking stash house?”

“Dré, what did you wash with after you fucked Brenda the other
night?”

Dré laughed. “I used toilet paper.”

“What did Brenda use?”

“She used toilet paper too. And then she carried her ass home.”
Breon shook his head. “Man, we can’t leave her looking like this. L.L. ain’t gon’ be happy when he come back here and find her
like this.”

“You think he gon’ say something about a bitch who probably had his
daughter killed?” Kasey asked. “L.L. don’t give a fuck about her! Because if he
did, he wouldn’t have choked her ass out like he did earlier.”

“Look, I don’t care what y’all say. We need to find something
to get this shit up with. I’m not gonna be walking ’round here with blood all on
the motherfucking floor, like that shit looks good. I mean, come on. If the police
happened to run up in here because they thought we had some dope up in here and
saw her like this, all our asses is going to jail. And I ain’t trying to go to jail
behind this dumb-ass shit Kasey did.”

“I ain’t the only one who had a part in it!” she snapped. “It
was Dré’s idea.”

“So what! You shoved the bottle in her pussy, not me.”

I sat there and watched all three of these losers go back and
forth about who did what, knowing they all had a hand in sexually assaulting me.
I was the fucking victim, not them, so they all needed to shut the fuck up.

Finally Breon came up with the idea of how he was going to clean
up the mess they’d made. He instructed Kasey to run to the corner store to get a
bar of soap, a cotton cloth of some kind, bleach, Brillo Pads, and carpet cleaner.
After she left, he picked up my panties and pantyhose and threw them in the trash.

I sat there in the chair with teary, red eyes. When he looked
at me, I knew he could see all the hurt I was feeling. I could tell by his expression
that what he and the rest of his crew had done to me was fucking with his conscience.
He didn’t apologize to me, but he looked like he was sorry.

Since it was Dré’s idea to assault me, Breon instructed him to
clean the blood off the floor when Kasey came back with the supplies. Dré used the
carpet cleaner and the bleach to scrub my blood out of the carpet. He also instructed
Kasey to lather the dish towel with the soap she’d bought from the store. The towel
was thick enough to use as an oven mitten, but in this case she used it to clean
my vagina.

I didn’t want this bitch to touch me, but if I wanted to be clean,
she was the one to do it. I watched her as she wiped off my thigh area, and the
blood from the area around my vagina. I felt really awkward because of how she looked
at me. The way she moved the cloth back and forth around my thighs and my vagina,
it was like she enjoyed looking at me.

I felt like I was being violated all over again.

When she finally finished wiping me down, she disposed of the
cloth in the trash. I was left sitting on the chair feeling totally degraded. I
never knew how it felt to be raped, but now I did.

 
N
ot too long after I was tied in the chair again, Dré’s
phone rang. His conversation didn’t last very long. Immediately after he hung up,
he looked at Breon and Kasey and told them that my uncle would be there in less
than an hour.

“What’s the holdup?” Breon asked.

“He said he was waiting for the nigga to come pick up the shit
he had for ’em.”

“Come on now, dog! It don’t take that long to get rid of a couple
of flat-screen TVs.”

“He told me the nigga Ray Ray was short on the cash, so he made
him go back to the crib and get the rest of his dough.”

“That’s some bullshit! He knew I had shit to do!”

“Well, go handle your business.”

“I ain’t leaving until I get my money from his ass.”

“Well, then chill out,” Dré said, a smirk on his face.

Breon threw his hands in the air. “Man, whatever! I don’t even
give a fuck.” He walked out of the room.

Dré and Kasey both laughed at Breon after he left.

“Did you see that nigga’s face? He was pissed off,” Kasey said.

“He ain’t really pissed off about the money. He’s mad because
his girl told him to be home an hour ago to get the kids while she went to work.”

“Shit! He’s flipping on us like it’s our fault.”

“Don’t take it personal. You know how he acts when shit ain’t
going his way. He’ll be a’ight when L.L. gets here and hands him his paper,” Dré
said.

I can’t tell you where Breon went, but I knew he went outside.
Dré and Kasey eventually stopped talking about Breon and jumped to another subject.

My head was still throbbing, and my vagina was having its own
episode. For the life of me, I couldn’t collect my thoughts. I tried praying to
God a couple of times, but as soon as I got halfway through the prayer, my mind
went blank.

Kasey also threw off my train of thought when she started talking
about one particular chick on the rap video. She disgusted the hell out of me when
she talked about how fat this chick’s ass was. Dré sat back and laughed with her
like they were both sitting in the front row of a fucking comedy show.

It didn’t take long for Breon to come back into the house. I
assumed he just went outside to catch some fresh air, since he hadn’t done so while
he was in the house watching me. When he walked back into the room where we were,
he took a seat on the sofa next to Kasey. Kasey looked at Dré, but neither one of
them said a word to Breon, who sat there in complete silence the entire time. I
could tell he was angry, and they knew it too.

I decided to block these assholes out of my head and think about
Uncle Lanier. I knew he was on his way back, so my time was about to run out. There
was no way I could tell him what his flunkies had done to me, and he’d actually
do something about it, because I was on his shit list. I would be wasting my breath.