Animal by K'wan

Author:K'wan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, Fiction
Publisher: Cash Money Content
Published: 2012-10-02T05:00:00+00:00

By the time the taxi carrying Frankie and Dena had crossed into downtown Brooklyn, the two women were thoroughly irritated. The taxi didn’t have air-conditioning, and the windows were broken so they didn’t roll down. To top it off, the stuffy car smelled like so much funk that the girls feared the smell would linger in their clothes. From the route that he took, it was obvious that he wasn’t familiar with Brooklyn, but when they tried to give him directions, he ignored them. The fifteen-minute ride ended up taking forty minutes, and they were pissed about that.

“About fucking time,” Frankie cursed when they finally hit Livingston Street and spotted BBQ’s in the distance.

“Thank God, now please let me out of this cab before I faint.” Dena fanned herself.

The driver slid the divider back and stuck his coal-black face through it. “You pay now,” he ordered in clipped English.

“Ain’t nobody trying to skip out on your li’l bum-ass fare,” Frankie barked and tossed two balled up bills through the partition.

The driver uncrumpled the bills, which were a ten and a five. “No, no . . . it’s no fifteen dollars . . . twenty-five-dollar ride.”

“Twenty-five dollars to come from the Stuy to downtown? You bugging,” Dena told him.

“I not bugging, you bugging!” he shot back. “It take almost one hour to come here so you pay me twenty-five dollars.”

“Nigga, first of all, I don’t see no meter in this cab. Second of all, it took us an hour to get here because you didn’t know where the fuck you were going and wouldn’t listen when we tried to tell you.” Frankie was getting heated.

“You pay me or I call the police,” the driver threatened.

“Call whoever you want, but best believe that when they get here, you’ll still be sitting on that same fifteen dollars because I ain’t giving you shit else,” Frankie stated, throwing the door to the taxi open and stepping out. Dena was right behind her.

“You owe me money!” the driver screamed out the window at the girls, waggling his fist.

“We don’t owe you shit. As a matter of fact, I need to send your nasty ass a bill because your cab funked up my dress,” Dena replied.

The driver said some things that neither of them understood, but from the tone of his voice, they could tell they weren’t compliments. The girls kept walking until they made out the word “bitches,” and then Frankie came to an abrupt stop. She had never been fond of the word bitch, even when it was said in jest among her girlfriends, but it was a definite no-no when it came out of the mouth of a man. When Scar and his crew robbed her, the word took on a whole new meaning. While they were beating her within an inch of her life, all Frankie could remember was hearing them call her a bitch over and over. Whenever she heard a man say the word now, it took her to a dark place.

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