Queen of the City 2: The Life of a Female Rapper (An Urban Hood Drama) by Tamicka Higgins

Author:Tamicka Higgins [Higgins, Tamicka]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

I woke up in the hospital and immediately tried to jump out the bed, “My son!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Let me the fuck out of here; I gotta find my son!” The doctors rushed in, pushing me back down onto the bed as I fought them off.

“Get the fuck away from me! I need to find my son! My fuckin’ son is missing! They took him! That bitch took him!”

“Ok, Ma’am, calm down. Just keep cool, ok? The authorities are on their way to help you.”

“Fuck that! They don’t need to help me; they need to find my son!”

“We’re going to need to give her something to calm her down,” the doctor said to the nurse as a few more of them came to try to restrain me. I threw my fists, connecting with a few of them and meeting the others with the bottom of my feet. Eventually, more of them came in and held me down as they stuck a needle in one of the tubes that were connected to my arm. Moments later, I calmed. My kicking and punching came to a silence and my eyes shut again. When I reopened them, my arms were tied to the bed and officers stood in front of me. I tried to yank myself free but it was to no avail, I wasn’t going anywhere. The detective stood in front of me and said,

“Lyric Sutton, right?”

“Find my son.”

“We will get to that, but we at least need to know who we are talking to.”

“Find my fuckin’ son or let me go so I can.”

“Ma’am.”

“Let me go!!!!!”

I yelled as I struggled to break my arms and legs free to throw more blows at them as the detective dropped his arms to his side and watched me struggle. The more I tried to break free, the more tired I became. Eventually, I just stopped, still breathing hard with a rage that would have killed somebody if I had the chance. “Are you done?” he asked sarcastically as I gathered a mouthful of spit and hurled it at him. He watched it connect with his suit coat as another officer walked to my bed, his face reddened, ready to pay me back some way. The detective put his hand on the officer’s chest, keeping him from getting any closer to me. His demeanor was calm even though a mouthful of my saliva just splattered right on his chest. He took out a napkin and wiped his vest off, then tossed the napkin inside the trash can. His brown skin was as smooth as pudding, his mustache was thin, and his beard was a trimmed five-o’clock shadow. If I had to guess, he would have been a movie star before I pegged him as a detective. He was gorgeous, but I quickly went back to the reason I spat at him in the first place,

“I need to find my son. Please! Let me go!”

I yanked harder just to have the same outcome.

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