Bottom Bitch Rises by Racquel Williams

Author:Racquel Williams [Williams, Racquel]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
Tags: United States, Urban, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9780615941042
Google: WG8koAEACAAJ
Amazon: B00L0PKGWQ
Publisher: Sullivan Production, LLC
Published: 2013-12-16T05:00:00+00:00

Shayna Jackson

The last couple of days have been stressful. I was shocked that the crack head really tried me like that, she wanted a hundred grand. I thought about not giving that bitch a penny, but I couldn’t really gamble with it. I was not scared of the feds knowing because they already were on to me. My concern was her telling the dude she claimed was asking questions. I’m pretty sure he was one of Alijah’s people. I was concerned that if I paid her she would smoke it up and then come back for more.

So many decisions to make, so little time. I had to figure out how to shut this bitch up for good. After a lot of soul searching and brain torturing, I’d decided not to give that bitch a dime. I was going to play along like I was ready to pay her and when she show up for her money I’d pay her in full with a bullet in her head.

I wished the grand jury would hurry up and come back with the indictment. That way they could pick up Alijah, because unless he was picked up, my life was in danger. After his trial I planned to leave the state. I didn’t like this old country ass, racist state anyway. Money was my only motivation for coming here and nothing played out the way that I envisioned it. Here I was in a whole bunch of mess, all because of that no good ass nigga. Things would’ve been different if he had just been a perfect husband, but no, he couldn’t control his cock and now he shall pay with his freedom.

I recalled when he used to accuse me of trying to control his life. Little did he know that when he do get to prison, his life will be literally be controlled by the Federal Bureau of Prison guards. Oh well we will see how the big bad Alijah Jackson adjusts to life in the real big house.

***

I’ve been calling my parents for the last few days and the calls have been going directly to the voicemail. That was so unlike Daddy, we spoke on Saturday and I was supposed to call him on Wednesday and it was Saturday again. A whole week had gone by. He knew my current situation and would not have gone out of town without telling me first. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was strange that both their phones were turned off at the same time. I was willing to give it until later that evening or I’d be calling the Hempstead Police so they could do a welfare check on them.

I tried to sleep. I twisted and turned all night. I felt an anxiety attack creeping up on me. I haven’t had one of those since my college days. I remembered the feeling; my palms got sweaty, and my chest started to tighten up. I couldn’t breathe “oh God help me.

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