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“How long did you think you were gonna get away with this, Bunny?” Ahmad asked. “You couldn’t be someone else forever.”
“You have no idea what I went through to become Lila Peterson. I had to legally change my name and then I went through hell having my social security number changed too. I had to assume a whole new identity. I’ve lied about who I am, where I come from, and who my family is. I lived in fear many days since I left. I more than deserve a little peace right now. Fuck Slim.”
I took a moment to compose myself. Talking about all this was fucking with my mental. The last thing I wanted was to take myself back into that victim mindset.
“What are you gonna do with him?” I asked, finally focusing back on his arm.
He gave a devilish grin. “Well, after I make sure his crew is handled, I’m gonna have a little fun at his expense. In this case, I’m his judge, jury, and executioner. He won’t go unpunished. I did wanna run something by you though.”
“What?”
“Did you want to see him?”
I paused in my stitching.
I hadn’t laid eyes on that man in going on seven years. Even though he was being held captive, part of me was afraid if I saw him, I’d be dead. Somehow, someway, he’d find a way to kill me, even in death.
The other part of me needed to see him. I needed to look him in the eyes and get some shit off my chest. I wanted to say everything I’d kept in all those years. He didn’t get to die thinking he’d gotten the better of me.
I nodded. “I want to see him… I need to.”
“A’ight. I’ll set it up.”
He was quiet for a moment before a small chuckle left his lip.
“What’s funny?”
“Your baby daddy. I can tell that nigga fell off ’cause he was looking like a whole ass bum in that club. I’m talking matted locs, knock off Gucci attire, and some dusty ass Air Max. You must have broken that nigga, Bunny. The man I met tonight wasn’t the man in the pictures. That’s the type of niggas you like?”
“Avery was never like that. He was however you saw him in those pictures.”
“Yeah, well, that nigga let himself go.”
I shrugged. “Well, he wasn’t exactly frugal. I can see how he’d go broke.”
“I can imagine he thought you were out here living lavishly on his dime. I know he gets mad at you every time he looks at his dusty ass reflection.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, Ahmad.”
“That nigga had the nerve to tell me your pussy ain’t mine.”
“My pussy isn’t yours. It belongs to me.”
“The way I’ve been in that shit the last couple days, I’m part owner of the motherfucka.”
I giggled. “Whatever. I can show you better than I can tell you.”
“Don’t even play with me like that, Bunny. I can make a liar out of you. You want your parents to know how you’re getting fucked by your kidnapper?”
“All that moaning you do, I’d say I was doing the fucking. It’s not like it’s gonna last anyway. Once you take care of Slim, you’ll be off waiting on your next victim, and I get to go back to normal living… whatever that is. We’ll probably never see each other again.”
I finished up the last stitch, then cleaned and wrapped his wound. When I looked up, I found him staring at me again.
“What?”
He shook his head as he stood from the couch. “Nothing. I appreciate this. You should go get some sleep.”
He started walking toward the basement stairs.
