Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) (19 page)

"I hope that nigga can drive home." He thought.

Sanders walked back in the house. Savanna was on her way to the bathroom. Sanders shook his head; that nigga nut fast. He then looked at his brother and his girl; they was still at it. He walked over to the other side of the room and chilled by himself.

     
In the meantime, Wack and his goons sat in the car waiting on White- Girl to give them the green light.

"What the fuck they doing in there?” Wack thought, as he watched the shirtless white boy fumble through his pockets for his keys.

"You see that nigga?" One of the goons said.

“
Yeah, something ain't right with that fool?” The other goon said.

“
White boy probably was playing that truth or dare shit. You know how them niggas is.” Said Wack.

Wack looked at his ringing cell phone, it was White- Girl....

“
It’s five of us. None is a threat. The door is unlocked.” She said, when Wack answered the phone.

“
What part of the house they in.” Asked Wack.

“
Everybody in the living room. I'm about to go back in there now. I was using the restroom to call you.”

“
Alright, cool. We're on our way.” Was how Wack ended the call.

Throughout the night Savanna had been texting letting him know what was going on. She told him that there was a safe and that Sanders retrieved quit a few stacks from it to pay the dancers. She also told him about other little shit that went on. The only thing she didn’t know was what happened to Yay-Yay...all she could think was that she got embarrassed about being slapped in front of everyone and left the party. When she told Wack, he tried calling her but didn't get an answer. He low-key felt some kind of way about her shaking with some other nigga, but wrote it off as a ho being a hoe. “Let’s do this?” Wack said, and him and his two goons jumped out the car. Pistols in hand, ski mask over their faces, the three goons baled in silence. The next words they spoke was,

“
This a stick up... anybody move without my permission will be leaving here in a body bag.” Wack threatened

                                ******

“
Oh my God; what did he do to me?” Yay whispered after waking up from being temporarily unconscious. She looked down at her body and she was completely naked. Ignoring the pain coming from her head, when she rose to a sitting position in the bed she screamed, “I'm going to kill you muthafucka, you're messing with the wrong bitch.” She  looked around the room for her attacker. She didn't see anyone. The room was empty. The bedroom door was shut, but the window was wide open. Yay mind was on getting away. She jumped from the bed, “ouch.” She said when her feet touched the floor. It felt like pain surfaced from every part of her body, especially her anus and coochie.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked down at her feet and her knees began to get weak; there was blood all over her legs. It wasn't coming from her vaginal area tho, it was coming from the cuts her attacker had mad on her legs and feet. That was his way of getting off.
I'm going to bleed to death, she thought. He tried to kill me.
Yay thought as fear took over. She no longer wanted to jump out the window; how about he was out there waiting on her, if not him, another sick  fucker maybe out there. I have to get out of here she thought as she looked around for something to use as a weapon. She saw a hockey stick sitting by the door.  She walked over to the door and grabbed the hockey stick.  She then noticed her bag on the floor. She went in her bag and retrieved her cell, nervously pressing the red and then the green button trying to power on the phone. After a few tries she finally got it. Once the phone was on, she pressed send by mistake and he dialed the last person in her phone log; which was Jazz. Just like the last time, Jazz’s phone went to voicemail.

“
Jazz, this is Yay; I've been hurt. He raped me. I'm bleeding everywhere....”  She cried.

The phone made a beep sound and cut off. Her battery was dead. No time to waste, she grabbed the hockey stick and slowly opened the door. Ignoring the pain as best as she could, she made her way down the hall. Getting closer to the living room, she lifted the hockey stick ready to knock anyone’s head off that was not out to help her.

***********

Wack and his goons walked in looking like they were ready to kill everything that was moving. They scared the shit out of the Sanders twins and the girl. All Diesel could do was shake his head. How the fuck did this happen? Diesel thought. This had to be an inside job. He looked at Savanna, she could have won an Oscar for the performance she was putting on. All the crying and shaking she was doing, Diesel dismissed the thought about her being involved. “Alright, now that I have your undivided attention, let me introduce myself and the reason why we're here.” Without saying a word, everyone looked at Wack. He continued, “I'm the muthafucka that will put a bullet in your head if I don't get what the fuck I came for. I'm pretty sure all of you know what I came for. I want the money, lots of it. So hit the safe, let me get what's mine, and we’ll be on our way!” He looked at Diesel. “Where the money at?” Without saying a word, Diesel stared at the gun man. Fuck them, he was going to die anyway he supposed, so why make things easy for them, plus what type of dude would he be to even acknowledge that he knows where the safe is at.

“
Aye, this nigga wanna be hard. Show him we ain't playing.” Wack told his goon on the left.

The goon walked up to Diesel. Savanna prayed silently that they did not hurt him. The Goon raised his gun. Savanna screamed,

“
Noooooo don't hurt him.”

Wack looked at the bitch like she was crazy. Had she caught feelings for the nigga? He'll check her once this shit was over. Like he told her, she belonged to him. How dare she give a fuck about another nigga. Ignoring Savanna’s plea… Pow.... the goon hit Diesel in the head with the gun.

"Arggggg ",Diesel called out holding his head in pain. Sanders’ girl screamed,

“
Stop it. Don't hurt him.”

“
I'm going to kill the nigga if I don't get what I came for.” Wack warned.

Both of the twins looked at each other; they wasn't about to let they homey go out like that. Sanders raised his hand like a scared kindergarten student

 
Wack had to chuckle.

“
Tell me what I want to hear.”

'” Look I got about ten thousand dollars in the safe. The safe is in the back. Take me back there so I can get it.”

“
Ten thousand.” said Wack. “Fuck I'm going to do with ten thousand?”

“
Well that's all I got here.”

Wack looked at his goons. The one that that knocked D in the head, was still standing over him with his gun drawn on him. He was waiting on Diesel to make the wrong move so he could cap his ass. The goon to Wack’s right  had his gun  drawn on the Sanders boys and the girl.

“
Blood. Go take that nigga to the back to get the money.” He told the goon that had his pistol pointed at D.

He then looked at the other Sanders boy, “ by the time your brother come from the back, you better had thought about where I’m going to get the rest of my money from.” Wack looked at his goon; he yelled in anger, “HIT MY CELL ONCE YOU GOT THE SAFE OPEN. IF THIS NIGGA RIGHT HERE HAS NOT FIGURED OUT WHERE HE GOING TO GET THE REST OF MY MONEY FROM, I WANT YOU TO PUT ONE TO THE DOME.”

The goon nodded to agree. He snatched up Sanders and proceeded to where the safe was at.

******

She knew that voice anywhere. He's going to save me... Yay, thought. Hockey stick still in her hand she ran from the hallway to her Savior,

“
I'm right -” she never got a chance to finish her sentence.

Pow Pow... Yay screamed as the two bullets pierced her body causing her to fly against the wall. Caught off guard and not knowing if it was a set-up, the Goon that was escorting Sanders shot him in the back of the head.  Wack couldn't believe it, the plan was fucked up. He knew he shouldn't have put them trigger happy niggas on.

“
What the fuck.” Diesel yelled looking at his boy laid in blood.

Savanna was no longer acting, she was shook up. Two people was shot and possibly dead because she helped Wack with this. Didn't she learn what he was capable of when he set up his best friend?  Sanders’ girl passed out. The other Sanders was crying like a baby. He wanted to run to his brother and hold him but there was a gun pointed at his head. As calm as he could, Wack spoke,

“
I need you to take me the safe. Try anything and you going to be with your brother.”

He grabbed the twin and they walked to the back. When they got by the two bodies, the twin dropped to his knees grabbing on his brother. Crying, telling him not to leave him... Wack didn't even trip off it. He was in shock his damn self. The girl his goon shot was Yay.  Why were cuts all over her body, what happened to her, did one of these niggas rape her? Angry at the thought, he snatched Sanders up. He wanted answers, but it was a possibility that he would have gave his self away. That wasn't important at the time; what was important was him getting the money and getting out quick so Yay could get help. Her stomach was still moving so he was sure that she had a chance at surviving.

To be continued…………….

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Salty 2

Savanna called Paris and Paris called Yay-Yay’s mother. Yay’s mother called Mrs. Lewis, which is Calvin’s mother; you know Jazz’s grandmother? Diesel called Jazz, but got her voicemail, so he called his sister Laurie. Laurie tried reaching Jazz, but she too got her voicemail. Laurie called Peter, but Peter said he had not talked to her. She then told Peter that her brother said that Yay had been shot and she is not looking to live. Peter Panicked. He was grateful that Ken was there so he could help him get to the hospital. Peter and Laurie hung up the phone. Peter wasn't worrying about being on house arrest,; he had to be at the hospital to make sure Yay was ok and to support Jazz if she let him. Laurie wasn't going for Yay, she was going to be a support for her brother. He lost his friend and suffered from a concussion.

Peter and Ken couldn't believe it. Damn, any one of them could have been there. Jazz could have been there, Ken thought! Damn!

 
Fifteen minutes after the call, Peter and Ken made it to Pam's house. When Ken told Pam what happened she began crying. She ran to Jazz’s room and woke her up and told her what happened. Jazz wanted to hate her cousin, she wanted to say that was good for her, and that God don't like ugly. But that was her cousin. There wasn't any way that she wouldn't be there. She immediately jumped up and got dressed.    

 
Ken knew that Pam would not be able to drive; he assumed that Jazz wouldn't be able to either. So, he waited until both Pam and Jazz came down and offered them a ride to the hospital.  Pam agreed. Remembering what Pete told him about what had went down between him and Jazz, he looked at her and spoke with a sincere tone,

"Pete in the car."  He told Jazz.

Jazz frowned her face thinking about him. How did he know about her being shot? How they know to call Peter? They must have known the two messed around thought Jazz.

"Peter is not a factor in my life. My cousin is my concern." She said.

Pam made a mental note to find out what was going on.

Pam, Jazz, Peter, and Ken made their way into the emergency room. The first person Pam noticed was her sister, at least she was there, but she could have called me and told me what was going on Pam thought. And what the hell is this old hag doing up hear? She was referring to Jazz’s grandmother. Just as Pam and the rest of them made their way over to where her sister, Jazz’s grandmother, Mrs. Lewis, and Yay’s friend Paris was sitting a tall blue eyed man walked up on the family. He introduced himself as the doctor, and then began to update the family on Yay’s status. He told them that there was a bullet in her neck that couldn't be removed because it was too close to a vein. That was the least of their worry for now. He needed blood. The bullet that hit her  in the stomach, mixed with the blood she lost from her cuts, and how long she bled before help arrived, caused her to lose a tremendous amount of blood.