"You're a devil?" Cathleen walks up to Quinn and she's in her stance again. "This is not a video game…"
"Today…"
"Who is Today or What is today?" Mackayla rolls her eyes. "Today!" claims Quinn. "Mass confusion." says Mackayla.
"Quinn what are you?" asks Cathleen. "A bitch!" states Emina. "I am his bitch." she furrows. "Ok… we haven't solved shit in three minutes." Cathleen folds her arms.
Quinn relaxes and holds her head up. She scratches her ankle with her foot and takes deep breaths.
She starts pissing on the floor again. Natalija smacks her in the back of the head. "What is wrong with you?" Emina exaspersates.
"I came…"
"NO!" I slap her. She screams. "I'M TIRED!" Natalija shouts. "My head hurts…" I say.
"What the fuck is going on--"
"SHUT UP! SHIT!" Marama shouts. "Oh my god…"
"I need cocaine…" Natalija rubs her temples. "Anybody got a bag?"
"I know this shit sounds fucking unbelievable, especially coming from me. But this is not the time!"
"Quinn," Marama heaves. "Are you a devil thing?"
"Yes."
"What is the thing in the vents. It's clogging the vents up."
"Iremuma…" she scratches her side. "He told me to put it in there."
"Who told you?"
"You know who…" she says. "The white man upstairs."
"Zebedee?" exclaims Marama. "Since we on the subject." I sit down. "Were you sucking him off?"
"Yes, goddamn Chloe. I gave Zebedee a blowjob." she narrows her eyes. "I do it at least twice a month."
"Why?" It really isn't my business but… I'm nosey. "Because I want clout. I'm trying to kill the hag."
"What?" Natalija raises a brow. "You want old lady French?"
"Yes! She's the head witch in charge." Marama declares. "She knows all the business."
"But why do you want to know all the business?" Natalija holds the tip of her chin holding a smirk on her face. "Because I'm mixed!"
"I don't care about all that. Why you being nosey?"
"Natalija ain't you a slave?"
"Technically I'm free… I'm a negro… since you mixed you should be familiar with the terminology." she crosses her arms. "Marama, do you know what's happening?" I say.
"No!" she turns to me. "Fine." she puts her arms up in surrender. "I'm being real picky"
"About what?" Emina squints. "Is it about the apple pie? I know they got it." she looks at the ceiling and scratching between her legs.
"I'm a freedom fighter."
"Bullshit…" Natalija sucks her teeth. "You looking to free vamps?"
"don't you have teeth?" she makes fists.
"Don't you lick light sabers?" Natalija states matter a factly.
"They don't have white light sabers…" she sighs. "At least you know, so he got that real red one?"
Marama glares. "I'm astonished…" blinks Cathleen
"We need to do something about Quinn!" I rush. "Alright," Marama snaps her fingers at Quinn. "Who told you? Zebedee?"
"Yes?"
"Why?"
"The last supper!" she states happily. "When the last dinner comes then the devil eats the rest!"
"The rest of what?"
"The victims!" she puts her arms straight in the air. "But also daddy said, I could do something for him." her arms are still in the air.
"Quinn where did you come from?" I ask, I regret my descision in two seconds. "Church!" she looks at me with her arms stuck. Natalija comes and forces them down, she screams at her. "You need yo ass whooped everyday!" she chastises. "Every fucking day."
"I can't believe she's fucking mentally ill…"
"She said she's a devil thing. She isn't… she doesn't have the smarts." Marama points out. "Be thankful." Quinn digs in her ear.
"We not starting that shit… the thankful cult is long dead." says Natalija. "What happened to Thankful?"questions Cathleen. "What happened to Aril?" I but in. "How come we don't talk about that?"
"The Smiley family hasn't reached out." shrugs Natalija. "The prince is dead so really… they probably looking for a new heir."
"It's got to be on hush mode." says Cathleen.
I hold my mouth open, "So the prince is dead and no cares?"
"No…" says Emina. "I'm the oldest. I can tell you, Aril has got to be the 16th prince from the actual."
"The 16th?" I bat an eye. "That's probably why Natalija brought up thanks. It's really a prostitution ring. You know the shit Growden got in trouble for."
"Who handled that case?" I rest my knuckles on on my right temple. "Gata…" said Natalija. "He's dead…"
"His grave is empty…" Cathleen mutters. She looks at me. "We never talk in front of you…"
"Why?" I grimace. "You guys low key are so fucking disrepectful to me."
"Because we think you a snitch…" says Natalija.
"We found out that it isn't you… it's Lauren." says Marama. I look at everybody in the room. "What the fuck is happening?"
All the voices get quiet. "We trying to take this bitch over." shrugs Cathleen. "Are you serious?" I'm a fucking card. I don't really talk to anyone. I can't really say they're wrong for calling me a liar. My heart skipped hearing Gata…
I got that whole number on speed dial.
"You guys are taking over the plant?"
"Sure…" Cathleen shrugs. "All witches do it."
"Goldielocks!" Mackayla sings. "I can't get a word in edge wise." she smiles. "So… let's include Closwintha in it."
"Excuse me?"
"why did you call the Niners?"
"What?" I look back at Mackayla and Natalija glaring at me. "I've seen the sister pass by a few. Where's Wyleisha?"
What?
"Chloe…" Mackayla tilts her head. "What have you been doing?"
"Nothing?"
"Really?" she grins.
"Girl we know you kept Wyleisha in the shack." states Natalija. "And you took one of Cathleen's charms."
"I have them placed around for a reason." she sneers at me.
"I don't have a charm…"
"Goddamn it Precious!" Cathleen glares. "It's a microphone charm!"
"We said we trying to take over…"
"So y'all know about Hadi?" I'm embrassed. "Her daughter is dead!"
"When were you going to go back there?" Emina squints. "What are you doing?"
I can't just say I'm working for the hood. I can't say I'm snitching on the Growdens.
I can't say I'm helping with the uprising.
"She's fucking retarded too!" Cathleen shouts. "Girl what is yo problem?" Natalija looks bewildered. "I'm not doing anything." I exclaim getting up from the couch. "Chloe what are you doing!" Marama berates. "Nothing!"
"Jesus christ…" Natalija rolls her neck.
"We just lie and she lies. We need to stop all together and just tell the truth!" protest Emina. "I have no idea what is happening!"
"I'm cumming again!" shouts Quinn. "Stop pissing on the floor!" Natalija throws a pillow off one of the lounge chairs at her. She turns to me, "SHOTTIE!" she aims a pistol at me. "What are you doing!"
I'm
I'm
I'm not doing anything…