Iwas leaving the warehouse, after having a long day in training with the girls. I felt like the more classes that we had, the tougher it was getting. Emotions were high, my expectations for the girls were getting higher, so nothing about this was easy in a sense. A lot of the shit was repetitive too because when you really think about it, you weren’t going to become the perfect shooter overnight. Today, we went over perfecting the girls stance, and posture correction, which is something that I’ve continued to drill in them because for me, this was one of the most important parts when it came to shooting. We did a lot of shooting drills today, to the point that on the drive home, my ears were still ringing.
No drama today. That fight that went on the other morning with Riot, and the three other young ladies was a lot. I did notice that Riot wasn’t herself today though. Granted, she was never the life of the party, and she was never someone that was overly loud, where you would hear her before you saw her, but today, lil mama was out of it. She sort of blended into the back like she always did, probably said two words the entire class, and before I could fully dismiss them, her ass was already gone.
These days, my thoughts have been heavy because I’ve been thinking about Tamera nonstop. She never attended my class again after the morning her husband showed up, demanding that she stay away from me. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, so before I left the warehouse this morning, I took her file with me, that held all her documentation, and I was about five minutes away from her house.
I knew that I would be pissed if someone were to pop up on me at my home, but I felt like I wouldn’t find peace until I laid eyes on her, just to make sure that she was okay. I hoped that she didn’t take it the wrong way and feel like I was overstepping or anything like that. I truly just wanted to make sure that her, and her children were okay.
I eventually pulled into the community where Tamera resided. Quiet community from what I could see. I could tell that I wasn’t in the best parts of town though. It was obvious in the structure of the houses. They looked tired, and old. Paint was peeling on most of the houses, and a lot of the windows were boarded. A lot of the cars that sat in the driveways, you could tell by the flat tires, and just the look of them that they were abandoned cars, that hadn’t been driven in years.
I drove slowly through the neighborhood. I was pushing my Lamborghini Urus today, and I knew that this was the kind of truck that was going to stick out in this community like a sore thumb. With that, I didn’t want to park in Tamera’s driveway. I left the car on the next block over, finding the community center that they had.
I grabbed my phone, placing it in my back pocket, and I reached in the middle console, where my gun was, and I quickly placed it on my waist. Once I was out of the car, I locked the doors, pulled the hood over my head, and I walked.
It was only a little after seven in the morning, so the sun wasn’t completely out yet. There was a little breeze going onoutside as well, so I kept my hands in my pocket, walking over to the block that belonged to Tamera, and once I landed in front of her home, I noticed that there weren’t any cars in the driveway. It’s almost like I could stand outside of these doors and just tell that the inside was empty. I couldn’t prove it yet, but I knew that there wasn’t anyone on the inside. Even with me feeling this way, I took the steps up, and I knocked.
I kept my ear to the door, just to see if I could hear any movement coming from the inside, but I couldn’t. Nobody was home. My gut was telling me to walk around to the back of the house. I was trespassing like a motha fucka, but I had a hunch right now, that was telling me that something was off, and once I got this deep into things, it was no way for me to get out of it, so I took my ass around the back.
I had to reach my hand over the gate, so that I could unlock it from the other side. Stepping through the grass, it’s as if the grass came up to my legs. You could tell that this grass hadn’t been cut in years. I could see some of the kids bikes and scooters that were leaning against the side of the house. The items were rusty, and in terrible condition, as if they hadn’t been used in months.
I continued to walk through, and I saw that there was a patio door, which could lead into the house. I tried to pull it back, but it was locked. I looked around, trying to see what my next move should be. I could literally sense that some shit wasn’t right. There were thoughts in my head telling me to break through the glass and use that as an opportunity to let myself in, but then I wondered if my hunch was wrong, and I did all this shit, breaking in these people’s house for nothing.
Feeling like I would just deal with the consequences later, I pulled my gun out, and I shot through the lock. I did it twice, leaving it no choice but to fall apart, and I was able to slide the door back, and I let myself inside.
The home reeked. It smelled like death. When I walked inside, I had to pull my hoodie up over my nose, so that I could block out the smell. There was a lamp that was flashing off and on in the living room. That was the only light. I didn’t want to touch anything, but I did walk slowly, dissecting everything that was happening around me.
I happened to glance down, and my eyes landed on a bloody footprint. Seeing that, I jumped back. I paid attention to the walls, and you could see a handprint, that looked as if they were being dragged out of the house. I knew from the second that I was standing outside of the house that something was going on. I’ve walked in on so many fucked up scenarios during my time of being in the streets, so I knew when I was standing outside of something that was stomach turning. I could smell the emptiness from outside the door.
Before I had any more time to process what was going on, I heard keys jiggling on the front porch. Hearing that, I rushed over, going into the living room, and I ducked down behind the couch. I had my gun out, resting in my hands, just in case I had to use it.
Seconds went by, and the front door opened. I heard every step. Heavy steps, and heavy breathing. The keys were still jiggling. The footsteps were coming from one person. I was smart enough to know that it wasn’t multiple people. Judging by the heavy breathing, something told me that it was Tamera’s husband.
His steps got closer. Before I knew it, he was walking into the living room.
“What the fuck,” I heard him say, probably once he saw the patio door lock was shot off.
Seconds later, he walked over to it. He couldn’t see me, but I could see him. I had the perfect view of him. That lock down onthe ground had him shook, so I watched him when he pulled his gun out, and he looked around the room, frantically.
That was my cue right there. I raised my gun, and I aimed it at his right wrist. I knew when I shot, that the pain from the bullet piercing through his wrist was going to cause him to drop the gun, and that’s what I wanted to happen.
I didn’t want to kill him right away. I couldn’t because I had questions. My aim was perfect, even with the way that I was kneeled, so I went ahead, and took the shot, and just like I knew he would, he dropped the gun, and he screamed out in pain, looking around, trying to figure out where the bullet had come from.
I quickly ran up, and that was only so that I could kick his gun out of the way. When he saw me, he looked at me as if he’d just seen a ghost.
“Bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?” he bellowed, using his left hand to squeeze at the blood that was shooting out of his right wrist.
“Nothing is wrong with me. I’m actually in my right mind today. Where’s Tamera, and your kids?” I calmly asked him, not about to nut up on him just yet.
“Fuck you! Why the fuck you care so much about where my wife, and children are? Get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops on you!” he went on to say, and I nodded my head.
“You’re not. You’re not going to call the cops on me. It’s blood all on the floor. That’s not the blood that just came from your wrist, either. I see blood on the walls, as if you dragged somebody out of here. Nigga, you’re a rookie at this killing shit because from where I’m standing, I can see the blood up under your fingers nails, so if I know what you did, the second the cops get here, they’re going to know exactly what your ass did too. Ima ask you again. Where’s Tamera and your kids?” I wasn’t socalm this time. I wasn’t calm because my body could sense what happened.
I thought about the babies that I had at home. Three of my kids weren’t babies anymore, but in my eyes, they were still the tiny babies that I brought home from the hospital.
I was angry right now for another mother because I knew what he did, but I just needed him to say it.
“Man, I ain’t gotta tell you shit!” he spat, and calmy, I nodded.
“Where—”
