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“What are you doing?” he asked, but I could tell he appreciated seeing me as he slowly perused my body as if it were his first time seeing it.
“Shit!” I squealed as the glass shattered behind me. Bullets were flying and I couldn’t tell which way they were coming from. This was the number one reason I hated being outside in Flint. Shit could pop off anywhere. I didn’t have time to react before I was scooped up and tossed into his car. Prince reversed at lightning speed and backed out to the street. I looked out the back window and I could see a car behind us. My heart stopped. I felt like I was in a movie. I couldn’t make out who it was, but when I saw someone lean out the window, I knew this was, in fact, real life. They were trying to kill me and if they could find me they could find Nesha. Then my eyes connected to the driver of the car chasing us. It couldn’t have been.
“Get down.” Prince growled and smashed the button on his glove box and two guns appeared. He hit his brakes and we spun around so fast I thought the contents of my stomach would surely be on the car floor where I was currently huddled. I heard the wind from the opened window and I closed my eyes. My chest tightened. This couldn’t be happening.
“Don’t move Le. I fucking mean it.” The sleepy eyes that I was so used to turned dark as coal as he pierced me. I nodded my head. I sure as hell wasn’t going to move a muscle. The way he handled the car with one hand was something from NASCAR. The continuous braking and turning sent me reeling. Prince forced the passenger seat down until it was flat against the back seat and stretched his arm backward. Seconds later gunshots again. But these were coming from Prince as he discharged his gun out of the back window.
Bullets came back in our direction.
“Fuck!” Prince cursed.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I panicked.
“Le don’t fucking move!” He growled again. He dropped the clip out of his gun and reloaded it in a matter of seconds. He fired a few more times and I heard tires squeal followed by a crash. Then nothing. The window was rolled back up.
“Call Priest,” he commanded his Bluetooth. “Headset,” he commanded again. He was talking so fast it seemed to me he was speaking a different language. It seemed like he wasn’t even saying real words. Some type of coded talk he rattled off. My head was too foggy to differentiate even if I wanted to. All this shit for one bad decision. This was about me and the thing I was most afraid of was happening. I brought my shit to Prince and he didn’t deserve that. I didn’t deserve him. I never should haveopened my mouth to Satisa because as soon as I did something like this happened.
“Come on,” Prince spoke, voice still laced with venom. I hadn’t even realized we had stopped. I stepped out of the car with his help.
“Oh my God!” I gasped when I saw the bullets that riddled the side of the car. I should have been dead. This wasn’t going to stop. Not until they were satisfied that my sister and I were dead.
“Le, we need to move, now.” Prince pulled me from my fog and ushered me into the house.
Prince paced back and forth for a few moments, not saying a word. The tension was stifling, and I was determined not to say a damn thing to clear anything up. Maybe he would think that it was about him. I saw that face but I remembered that day like it was yesterday. It haunted my dreams every night. Yes, we moved fast after that, gathered what we could but why would we stay? How the hell could he be alive, and above anything else, he fucking found me. I thought it was just Hamp now I had to contend with a person I thought was a memory. A person who treated me like he owned me and was coming to collect his property. My throat threatened to close as my heart beat inside my chest.
“Talk!” Prince finally barked standing a foot in front of me. It was so much space in the enormous living room and he decided that he didn’t want any.
“What do you want me to say?” I hid my face and looked down at my shoes. The strappy sandal was hanging on for dear life. The way we had to run half of the beautiful sandal was broken.
“Well, they weren’t fucking shooting at me, Le. You need to tell me the truth.”
“I don’t know what’s going on, just like you. When shots started firing, I just took off. I need to call my sister.” I started frantically searching through my purse, which was strewn on the couch. He stopped me with an outstretched hand and pulled me back upright to face him.
“Why are you hiding from me? Haven’t I proven you can trust me? Haven’t I earned that, Le?” I searched his face, and I could clearly see the hurt. I couldn’t believe he was going here now.
“What are you talking about, Prince? You are really doing this right now while our lives were just in fucking danger? I’m fucking rattled! I almost died! I don’t have time for this!” I tore away from him and made it to the couch scouring through my purse. I was over looking and out of patience. I turned it over so all the contents spilled on the sofa, snatched up my phone, and walked to the kitchen.
I couldn’t even think about Prince and how the look on his face hit me right in the chest. He was squeezing my heart without saying a word. I knew then my fight to keep him out was failing miserably. I shook my head and swiped the tear from my cheek before it made it past my nose. With shaky hands, I scrolled through my messages and hit the call button to dial Nesha. I dialed her three times with no answer.
“Fuck she not answering!” I slammed my phone down on the counter. Prince came into the room, and he stripped off his shirt that was stained with blood and now presented me with a bare chest that looked exactly like the place I needed to bury my head for a good cry.
“You got hit?” My eyes widened, and I looked for traces of blood.
“I’m fine.” I looked away as soon as he looked at me.
“Answer the fucking phone!” I screamed after Nesha didn’t answer again.
“She is fine. I touched Chaz a few seconds ago. She is taking a shower,” he explained, holding that same slightly pained expression. I quickly turned my back before he affected me again.
“Well, I need to talk to her.” I breathed out and dialed her a few more times. I was going crazy, and I felt like I was about to hyperventilate. Prince was right over my shoulder and, wanting to talk to my sister, was all bearing down at once. “Shit!” I cursed when she still didn’t pick up. I rubbed my temples, trying to calm down.
“Damn, I thought we were better than this, Le. I thought we were getting somewhere.” His arms found my shoulders, and when I leaned back into him, he stepped away. I turned to him. “Damn, I guess not,” he finished.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying damn, just be honest for once. Why the hell were those niggas shooting at you? They weren’t shooting at me!” His voice elevated, and the hurt was replaced with anger. I popped my head back in offense. Let's get away from the feelings and dive right into the anger. That I could do.
“Who the hell are you yelling at, Prince? How the hell don’t I know this has something to do with you,Patch? Ain’t that your name?”
