“Nah. I don’t know what you talking about. What’s going on?” I asked him, eager to know.
“Riot around you?” he asked.
“She in the shower. Nigga, what’s good? What the fuck going on?” I snapped, needing him to get to the point.
“I’m texting this shit over to you now. I don’t know who leaked it, but it’s trending now on social media. They did you girl dirty as fuck while she was locked up. She never told you about this shit?” he asked me, and I swear my heart was beating fast as hell because I didn’t know what it was that he was getting ready to send to me.
“The videos just came in now. Hold on,” I said, seeing the five attachments from him that just came through.
I went for the first video, and it was of Riot. She was in her cell, hunched over on her bunk, with a bag next to her that she was using to vomit. You could tell that somebody was standing outside of her cell taking that video of her. You could see it in her eyes that she looked drained. Her body was weak, as she tried to put her hand up, and tell them to stop recording her. You could hear the bitches in the background laughing and talking shit to her. She continued throwing up into the bag, as her body was still leaned over in her bunk.
“That’s how you do a bitch that thinks she can play with you. Put a lil something special just for her in her food. How you feeling Riot?” I heard a deep voice from the other side, not knowing if that voice belonged to a woman because the voice was deep as hell.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that the person on the other side was insinuating that they put something in Riot’s food, and that’s what had her leaned over in the bed like that, throwing up.
That video enraged me. I got so mad that I started sweating. Once it finished, I went over to the next video, playing that one, and you ever looked at some shit, and you feel your fuckin heart hurt? That’s how the fuck I felt when I saw this next video. Seeing my girl, that ain’t nothing but 95 pounds be in her cell, on the bottom bunk, with four bitches holding her down, as I saw a bitch that looked to be almost three hundred poundsstanding over her, repeatedly throwing blows into Riot’s body. In the video, the woman that was beating on Riot, and the other women that were holding her down, their faces were blurred out, but you could see Riot’s face perfectly.
I went through all the videos, seeing the way my girl was violated, beat, and jumped while she was on the inside. None of these videos showed a fair, one on one fight. Every fight, they had her tied down, while that big ass manly bitch was beating on her. That had to be the bitch Cam that Riot was telling me about in Mexico. I remember Riot’s screams that woke me up that evening. She was having a bad ass nightmare, and to see how these bitches were in jail doing her, that shit made so much sense to me now.
“Damn man. This shit on the internet?” I asked, after I finished watching all the videos. I know he told me it was trending, but for the fuck of it, I just had to ask.
“This shit everywhere man. That bitch Cam just got out of jail too. Riot gotta kill that bitch man. Let her be the one to get her lick back. I’m just trying to see how her lil ass sustained all that. Four girls had her tied down, while that big ass bitch was beating on her like that,” he went on.
“Riot little, but that girl strong. Let me call you back bruh. This shit just fucked me up man. I’ll hit you later, aight?” I asked him.
He told me it was cool, and that’s when I hung the phone up, tossing it down on the table.
I put the blunt out by this point, and I sat here with my leg bouncing up and down. I was angry. Fuckin livid. You probably could see the steam that was coming from me. I knew that this shit was going to break Riot. It was going to piss her off in a way that I probably wasn’t ready for. I knew how she was when it came to social media. She hated it. She hated her business being put out on front street. She damn near broke up with me whenthe internet got ahold of pictures and videos of us together, so I could only imagine how she was going to take this.
Twenty minutes passed, and I was still out here angry. The sound of the sliding door pushing back is what got my attention. Riot came out in her pajamas. She walked right over to me, straddling my lap, and she leaned her head into the crook of my neck.
“Take a shower and get in bed with me. I want to watch a movie with you tonight,” I could hear the happiness in her voice.
I hated that I was going to have to tell her this shit. It was going to break her spirit. I had to though because if she found out about this from anyone else other than me, and I had known about it the whole time, that was going to be something for her to be angry at me about.
“Bae, sit up. Let me talk to you for a second,” the seriousness in my voice caused her to quickly remove her head from the crook of my neck, and she looked at me with questioning eyes.
She kept her hands on the side of her, while looking at me.
“What happened, Dolo?” she asked. I sighed, having no other way to go about this shit, but just spitting it out.
“Some shit got out on social media about you. I don’t know who posted it, but Diego just called me telling me, and he sent me over the videos. That green shit that that bitch Cam was doing to you in jail, it made it to social media,” I went ahead, and ripped the band aide right off.
The second I said it, she gasped, and she looked at me like she was pleading with me, hoping that I was lying to her. Shit, I truly wished that I was.
“Can I see it?” she asked me.
Man, it broke my fuckin heart when she asked me this shit. It was the way she asked it. It was the sadness that I heard in her voice.
To know that what I was getting ready to show her was going to break her heart was a feeling that I hated. At the same time, I didn’t want to keep her on eggshells waiting, so I picked my phone up, and I went to the message thread between me, and Diego.
I played the first video, showing it to her. Suddenly, as she was on top of me, it felt like she had gotten heavier. That’s because she released all that weight onto me, as she watched the video. You could see the anger in her eyes as she watched it. Her finger swiped across the screen, going for the next video, and the way she was sitting on me, I couldn’t see the screen because she held it up to her face, but I could hear it. I could hear the punches as they landed on her body. I could hear Riot’s voice, as she screamed for the bitches that were holding her down to let her go. She went through each video, playing all of them, and when she finished, I swear to God I saw the brokenness.
She put the phone back in my hand, removed herself from my lap, and she chose to sit on the far end of the couch.
“Bae, Ima find that bitch, and Ima take you to handle your business. Diego already told me that she’s home from jail. The other bitches in the video that was holding you down, when they release, Ima find them too, so you can get at them. This shit not going to go untouched, okay?” I asked, scooting over to her.
Her body was shaking. She wasn’t crying, but she was trembling.
