When the stairs was over, Llewellyn picked me up after fainting. I was carried to the basement. I could open my eyes briefly and catch glimpses of purple lights and something hit me.
I know that color, don't I?
Llewellyn goes through a set of double doors, on the other side is a golden tube with towels, soap, and lotions beside it.
I hate him, grinning at my pain. How he keep an attitude so positive is sick. "Can't walk? Feel like a vein about to bust?"
If my legs are twitching. It's a drum going off in my thigh. Llewellyn wouldn't let me rest. "Who is Growden?" Coochie stands like a pastor. "I don't know," I mumble.
He comes to me just smack the shit out of me, I lose my very breath. "I don't!" I cry.
"You worked with him didn't you? Sadly my granddaddy dead, so I can't ask him. He don't even wanna try again."
Why is he telling me? "My sister had to walk. I mean she even had to run out of state to get away from some fucking groomers. And it's crazy cause like the mayor was missing… too."
"I can't breathe…"
"Really? Because what I know also told me not to give a fuck." I want to tune him out so bad. "So you the bitch's grandbaby. I'm trying to find some shit out." he paces. "Yo mama is Shiloh Harper right?"
Shit, I guess. I just blink.
"She dragged my sister around for fucking nothing!" his teeth flash. There's an aura around him. His shadow is wobbly in the background. My daddy don't get it, my mama, her mama, my granny, the family don't fucking get it."
What makes you think I get it? "So," he sits on the tub. "What I understand is, we definitely do not occupy a suburban area. We!" he emphasized. "Live in the Hood. The Ghytto!" he opens his palm and a book appears. Coochie goes through the pages and stops, "The Definition of Hood. Even the slang term, an area in the inner city; a slum. We live in the slums." he licks his fingers and goes through the pages. "The definition of GHETTO!" he screams and the room quakes. "This is ugly, because in actuality, did you hear that. Actuality, that's a word and when my sister was like fucking 6! I told her it wasn't and she looked at me," he makes a face. "You need to read a fucking dictionary, she didn't cuss me out but I just think about the different scenarios." he smiles.
"Coochie, I didn't--"
"You got ties. You got bloodlines. And as the soul speaks, I dare yo ass to lie!"
"What do you want!"
"WHO THE FUCK SHOT MY DAMN SISTER!" he hollers. The structure of the tub cracks. "I'll put you in the fucking sun!"
"I don't know--"
"Drop her ass in lean, I'm done."
Llewellyn moves over to the tub. Did he say lean? My back hits the liquid and for a minute, I hold my breath. Coochie races over to the tub and puts his hands in the drug. "OPEN!"
He attempts to pry my lips apart. His eyes are bright, He steps in the bath and delivers a barrage of punches. He strikes my nose, I see the blood in the bath. "OPEN BITCH!"
This hatred is beyond me. I can't see it, but I can feel it. He stomps on my in the bath. My mouth is open, the fluid enters, I have no choice but to swallow and I'm begging life to tell me this is a dream.
There is no way I'm going through this.
He jerks my head out the tub. He squeezes the sides of my cheeks. "You dead yet...?"
I
Can't
See.
Coochie forces my head under, he puts his fist in my mouth. "Choke! Choke!"
I didn't do anything.
My body starts to shiver, my muscles throbbing. My head feels cool and a jitter runs down my arm. My eyes roll into my head. I hear the splash in the tub.
I can't breathe.
My heart is fast.
My stomach hurts.
And I'm happy.
.
.
.
This is bullshit!
"You really woke the fuck up. Coochie stands with his arms crossed. "What the fuck!"
"And it talks."
"I'm not an it you big headed fucking nigga! I'm a vamp!"
"Smells like a whore's daughter…" he says. "You a fuck nigga!"
"Amen. That pussy was dry like brown toilet paper, but that's besides the point." he glares at me. I'm still in this purple shit. "Where ya soul at?"
"I have a soul!"
"What the fuck is you?" he asks calmly. "Vamps got souls. You lose it?"
"No!"
"You a fucking fairy?" he chuckles. "You know what that shit is? Huh? Little faggot ass female."
I boost out the tub. I have nothing planned but I wanna hit him. Instead, I get hit and falter in the lean. "Bitch!" He pushes my head down with his hand over my mouth. "You can't die."
My brows crease, I scratch and dig my nails in his skin. "Doesn't hurt." he blinks. "I got the medal. Plan B."
Plan B?
I'm sick of this nigga. In the same room is a guillotine towards the right. To the left is a pillory with a bat in front of it. "You like my sex machines?" he winks at me. "You a sick ass nigga!"
"And? What them niggas did to my sister is worst."
"So what you fuckin' yo sister?"
"Yes."
I did not want that answer. "Nigga!"
"And?" he lifts his shoulders. "I wore a condom. Daddy did too. It gets rid of the pain."
"So she dead and y'all fucking her corpse." If I live to see the daylight. "You talk in riddles. I ate that pussy with no strings attached." he looks at the devices. "You want it rough or quick?"
"Either!"
"I'll pick." he sings, "The Gull. Cause you got a lot of nerve. So let me see each one." he hoist me out the bath and drags me to the guillotine. I drag my heels as if it could stop him and me.
"So, the way this wonderful thing works. It cuts off your head. And that's why we don't have a snake anymore."
"Let me go!"
"Did you--Did you just say that?" his voice is low. "Don't do that. What's two plus two?"
"Four nigga."
"Let's continue to be smart." Coochie picks my legs up and puts my head through the hole without hesitation. "That bitch deserved to die and normal people die. Vampires go to church, and that bitch is running a fuckin' bath house with the fountain of youth."
"Coochie I don't know her!" I am scared. I don't know. "She cut her legs off! Her arms, pulled out her fucking teeth. She went through all that shit and drop her ass in the goddamn woods for us to find her! You don't know how much that shit hurts!"
I'm not trying to understand him. This nigga is trying to kill me. "My sister is the only immortal. I can't fucking find her, my daddy missing--" he summons a gun. He jabs the gun at the back of my head. "COOCHIE JUST LISTEN!"
The gunfire is so loud and soon my neck is bleeding. He stomps and cusses. He beats my body with my head in the hole.
I'm blinking.
"AGAIN!"
And the blade slices me again. I can see all my blood.
"AGAIN!"
That's me down there in the bucket, blood wise. "Coochie!"
"AGAIN!"
And he kicks my behind. I look at the blade drop on my neck. I should fainted by now. "Coochie, I swear to god--" he puts the gun in my mouth. These emotions are high but I'm not crying over it.
"Why you ain't got no shadow? You da antichrist, you the grandkid so the what the fuck up?"
I don't know.