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Post by Auset on May 18, 2004 8:20:59 GMT -5
The warm weather of May brought tears to Rettas cold face as she paced around her home. It had been five whole months since she heard the voice of her baby girl. Five whole months.
She paced around bumping into furniture, hair undone, in the same house coat she woke up in. Twenty thousand dollars. If she only had twenty thousand dollars she would have her daughter right now. In her arms. Holding her until she couldn't let go.
"Five whole months." she said aloud. Yet she refused to believe that her daughter was dead. Dead was what the sorry ass richmond police department would have her believe. They would have her believe that if she had not heard from her daughter in five whole months that she might as well have held a church service and called it a memorial. But Retta couldn't accept that.
Her phone rung, five months earlier when her phone rung she would make a mad dash to pick the phone up. Heart beating and hands sweating thinking it was a call from the rude perps that snatched up her daughter. However that last call she had gotten, five months earlier, was all so sour concerning her daughter. When she had not been able to raise enough money to get her daughter back, the deep voices on the other line were not thinking about her pain. Unlike in the movie "Ransom" the police did not haul a load of difficult devices into her living room to tap the phone call and find the location. They simply said they would do the best that they could do. However, it wasn't enough.
The phone continued to ring. It must have stopped and started again. It disrupted her train of thought. Florida Evans words rung in Retta's head, "Damn Damn Damn." She answered the phone. "Yes," which was said in obvious attitude. She didn't really want to hear to company of words from another human being that wasn't her youngest child.
"You want to go out today, get something to eat?" the voice on the other end of the phone was Tonya. She felt bad that Tonya had been so tireless in trying to keep a smile on Rettas face, however the smile was never present. She could have given her best friend a smile for all she had done.
"Where you want to go." Retta really didn't want to go anywhere. She only left the house to go to work. She didn't go to church, hadn't been to a service since before Jazzy was home. She ate what her sons cooked or what could be delivered. She had gained fifteen pounds in the last five months. And she was now smoking cigarettes, something that she couldn't stand before. Her oldest son Josh fed her habit.
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Post by Auset on May 18, 2004 8:33:43 GMT -5
"I'm thinking we can go down town to this soul food resturant, it's called "Tropical Soul" we could stay for the poetry event later tonight if we go about eight instead of for lunch. What do you think?" Tonya knew she was throwing fuel to the wind, Retta wasn't trying to go any damn where.
"I'll think about it, but if I don't go you can bring me some food back." Retta staired outside her window. It was a Tuesday and she was off. She liked to take a few days off in the middle of the week just to be home. The sky was clear, not a cloud dance across, and the trees blowed settle which was a change from the previous night.
"You know what you are coming, if I have got to come and drag you myself you are coming. I'm going to bring you lunch too on my lunch break but you are coming with me tonight."
"T I don't have anything to wear. And I don't feel like going." She wondered had her daughter grown in the past five months. Were her teeth still straight, was her skin still unblemished. She wondered if they harmed her at all. She walked to the bedroom which belonged to her daughter.
"I'm going to pick you up something to wear as well. You forget I don't have no kids so I can afford to get you a lil something something."
"Yeah." Retta let Tonya talk, she doubted if she would be infact going out later that night. She stroked her daughters door. Smelled the familiar aroma in the air, every morning she sprayed the Imari perfume from Avon that her daughter used to wear to keep that room smelling like Jazzy. She now hated the house she lived in but refused to move, incase her daughter came back home. If she moved how would she find her way home?
"Retta I'm going to be there at seven to get you straight. I love you momma." Tonya turned on her hidden Pureto Rican accent as she said her goodbyes.
"See you later and love you T." Retta hung up the phone and broke down crying on her daughters bed.
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Post by Auset on May 18, 2004 8:50:28 GMT -5
Jazzy hated basements, especially the one she was currently in. It was dark, had no windows and barely had circulation. She hated basements.
In Richmond it was surpising for a home to even have a basement, homes barely had them. But this home had one, and insolated one, even the door that was double bolted and locked from the outside had insolation on the outside. So it did her no justice to scream.
She was in the basement of her deep voice perpertrator, she hated him. He lived in the basement of his mothers home. His mother worked two jobs to keep the mortgage on the house paid so she had no idea what was going on in that basement. She was often too tired to care.
Jazzy kicked the walls with her bare foot, bad move the walls were brick but the girl didn't care. "Ugh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, tears running down her cheeks and blood now spurting from her exposed foot. She ran to the small bathroom that was in the back of the basement.
The basement was setup like an apartment. "Your momma can't come up with the money so you have to make this home now, So make it just like home." The words the man said to her five months earlier terrified her. She wondered how long would he attempt to make this her home? She hated this basement it would never be her home. Despite the living room setup in the front of the basement, with a dingy old living room set, a floor model television that was hooked up to an illegal cable set up and in the back an open space with a large king sized bed. She hated that bed which sat beside a small kitchenette. The whole basement was like a studio apartment only it was dark, damp and had no phone connection, and no way for the girl to get out.
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Post by Simply_Uneque on May 19, 2004 12:04:05 GMT -5
This is getting real good.
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Post by Auset on May 19, 2004 16:02:51 GMT -5
Deep Brown walked down the creeking basement stairs tip toeing. From the distance he could see that the young girl was fast asleep on the bed. A warm tingle came over him as he walked closer to the bed. He placed a small package on the bed next to the girl as he shook her softly to wake her up.
The girl looked up at him sleepily, she never looked at him the way he looked at her. And the way he looked at her was not the way he should have been looking at her. "I've got something for you." He smiled as though they were under different terms.
Jazzy rolled her eyes at him as she reached for the package. She opened it up to find a new sixers jersey outfit. She shook her head as though to say thank you but no thank you. "What's this for? It's not like I can wear it anywhere." DB was forever bringing her things, clothing, jewelry, the presents started coming after the first time he raped her on that king sized bed. The one that she hated, in the basement that she hated, that he wanted her to call home. She would never call it home.
"I can't bring you a present. I'm just trying to get you some fresh clothes." He was tripping. He didn't know how the hell he expected this girl to have any feeling towards him past hate.
Her eyes spit venom as she pushed the package back. "Thanks."
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Post by Auset on May 20, 2004 14:51:09 GMT -5
Five months earlier and only a few weeks after Deep Brown and Kanard dragged the young girl down the basement stairs the two young men paced the room, one more frantic than the other.
"Yo dog, what we gonna do about this bitch!" Kanard was yelling at the top of his lungs. He was nervous, they weren't able to get any money out of the girls family but he wasn't prepared to kill the girl and catch a murder case.
"Yo chill my nigga chill." Deep Brown whose nick name was DB, named after his deep brown skin that was smooth with out end, went to check the basement door. He wasn't sure if his mother was home or not.
The girl sat on the couch still with her feet and hands tied up. They had taken the tape off her eyes days earlier, these were straight up ametuers.
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Post by Auset on May 20, 2004 17:57:15 GMT -5
"You better hope my mother don't hear you nigga!" DB came back to the living room like area that was at the front of the basement. He had lived down there for more than two years, he paid his mother $100 a week to stay out of his business. It was the only way she would accept his money to help her out with her bills, his mother wasn't stupid, she knew that nigga didn't have a job, but she was tired of worrying him to get a job, he'd learn out the hard way.
"I'm sorry man my bad but I'm sayin, we can't baby sit this bitch forever." Kanard answered back.
"I'm not gonna be too many more of your bitches nigga." Jazzy spat back at them.
"For real you need to put a muffle back on that heifer, man I'm talking serious." Kanard said rolling his eyes at the girl.
"Fuck you bum ass nigga!" Jazzy held poison in her eyes at the moment.
"Yo Nard chill my man chill." DB walked to the back kitchenette and opened up the fridge, the girl hadn't eaten a thing all day and DB knew it. He got some food for her out of the fridge and passed it to her releasing her wrist from the restraints. For a kidnaper he was nice to her.
"I'm sayin young I rob niggas, this kidnap shit, man it was supposed to be easy. Get the money from her peoples and return the ho."
"Say some shit again nigga." Jazzy flung the food at Nard's head. "You gonna get yo ass beat anyway you put it motherfucka!"
Slap! Nard slapped the saliva out of the girls mouth before DB got the chance to jump in. "What's wrong with you nigga?"
"You need to be checking that bitch man, I'm not trying to have her blood on my hands but she testing me man. What we gonna do about her, it's been two weeks. Two fuckin weeks what we supposed to do with this girl man?"
DB turned to the girl, "Well since your family can't get my doe, you are going to have to pay me for them." he licked his lips and had a different look in his eye than Nard concerning her. "Your momma can't come up with the money so you have to make this home now, So make it just like home."
"Oh man you trippin, how long you gonna keep this bitch here for?" Nard responded.
"What you've got another plan, I've got the spot, it's damn near and apartment down here. I got this mayne just chill, it's not on you no more." DB said trying to get Nard comfortable with the situation.
"I'm saying, if they pay you you not gonna play me is you?" Nard was showing his rank, just beneath DB. they were small time hustlers so Nard knew if DB copped out on him he'd never have the guts to step to him.
"Nigga you know they aint getting the ransom up. We got enough shit from they house any way I'll keep her here for a while till I feel her debt is payed to me, I aint get no dough so chill my nigga."
"You should pimp that bitch for real." Nard spoke up.
"Oh you got more bitches coming out your mouth." Jazz knew she shouldn't be talking shit but she couldn't help it, she hated these niggas and as long as her mouth wasn't taped up she'd fuck with them.
"I got you man, I'm going to get back at you alright, give me a holla later." DB broke it up again. Jazzy had a right to be mad.
"Aight, man." Nard was out.
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