Wifey 4 Life by Swinson Kiki

Author:Swinson, Kiki [Swinson, Kiki]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction - General, African American - Urban Life, Fiction, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9781934157619
Publisher: Melodrama Publishing
Published: 2010-02-16T06:00:00+00:00

Combat Mission

On my way through the kitchen, I got a chance to see the clock on the wall, and I saw that it was a few minutes after nine o’clock. There were no lights on in the back of the house, so it was totally dark outside and spooky-looking.

Kasey asked Dré, “You think we should turn on the back porch light?”

“Hell, nah, because somebody from the house on the other side of the fence might see us dragging her to the car with fucking tape all over her mouth. So let’s just take her down the back stairs and wait for L.L. to walk around the side to meet us.”

Kasey sighed. “Yeah, a’ight.”

It didn’t take my uncle long to back up his car on the grass beside the old, wretched-ass house. A couple seconds later, I heard a car door slam, and then I heard someone coming toward us.

“Hey, where y’all at?” Lanier asked in a low whisper.

Dré spoke up. “We’re standing at the bottom of the stairs.”

“I can’t see you, so walk toward the corner of the house.”

“A’ight.”

Dré and Kasey stepped forward, and then they yanked me to get me to the corner of the house. When we got to the edge of the house, we saw my uncle’s brake lights as he backed up his car. After he put his car in park, he jumped out of the driver’s seat to help them load me into his car. I had no idea if he planned to put me in the backseat or stuff me in the trunk, but I was soon to find out.

“Come on, bring her to the car,” he told them.

“A’ight, we coming.” Dré began to drag me through the grass once more.

“Are we gonna put her in the trunk or what?” Kasey asked. “Yeah. Give me a minute to press the trunk button.”

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to be thrown in the back of a trunk. I wasn’t some load of trash for him to dump into the nearest dumpster. I was precious cargo, and someone needed to recognize that.

Kasey and Dré escorted me to the back of my uncle’s car. They stood there patiently and waited for him to hit the button to unlock the trunk.

“What’s the holdup?” Dré asked.

“I can’t see the fucking button.”

“Ain’t it right there underneath your steering wheel?”

“That’s where I’m feeling.”

While he searched for the button that controlled the trunk, I looked toward the sky and prayed to God that someone would come by and help me escape. I promised Him that I would turn my life over to Him if He allowed me to get out of this rut. I knew I couldn’t do it by myself, so if He’d just send someone to my rescue, I would forever be in His debt.

Before I ended my prayer, my attention was diverted by a loud gunshot, which scared the hell out of me. When I looked in the direction where that single shot came, I saw the silhouette of someone running toward us.

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