She turns to me, "SHOTTIE!" she aims a pistol at me. "What are you doing!"
I'm
I'm
I'm not doing anything…
"Chloe, why are you dressed like that?" Cathleen retorts. She treads towards and swiftly smacks my left cheek. "Cat!"
"Why are you dressed like an E-girl!"
"Why the fuck are you hiding your tail!"
Her tail swishes visibly in the air. "THat's besides the point!"
"It's so much yelling." Marama rolls her eyes. "Chloe you left Wallie in the shack. You've been calling witches to have her transported. Why?"
"I'm not doing anything!" Cathleen grabs my throat and grips tight. "Tell the truth bitch!"
"The niners aren't helping the Growdens." states Natalija. I try to wedge my fingers between Cathleen's. "Lose your fucking breath!" she yells trying to squeeze harder. I grab her forearms and toss her and I to the floor.
She lets me go and I take off her own shoe and bash her in the face with it. Cathleen puts her arms up in defense. "Enough!" Marama pulls me off her. "You stupid bitch!"
"Stop mocking me!" Cathleen screams at me. "You're a hoe. You're basically mockin' yourself!" I throw her shoe at her. "You are a whore Percious!"
"So now we mad about me fucking your ex?" I cross my arms with a brow raised. "Fuck Jacob!" she gets up. "This isn't about that. You are fucking racist!"
"Cathleen is part Taiwanese..." says Natalija bluntly. "Precious you have the personality of a Growden. I don't think you know you."
"What the fuck is this about!"
"In honesty?" says Marama. "You just in the way. Yes, you caught me sucking penis. But I was doing it with purpose."
LORD.
"What the fuck are you doing!" In the corner of my eyes, Quinn plays in the puddle of her own urine. I'm baffled speechless. "The Niners are trying to find the soul and body of the invader Davea. Aka, Shiloh's grandmother."
"Shiloh is dead!"
"Shiloh is alive but bodiless." Marama puts a fingers on her bottom lip in thought. "Or is the soul gone and she has only a body?"
"I'll be shit and sparkles; you don't fucking know--"
"I do fucking know!" she grimaces at me. "I fucking know that you fucked Aril before he died and probably fucking did it!"
"I fucked him." I nod. "I fucked him to tears!"
"Whore!"
"And I didn't do it! In fact, I was up in the middle of the night and heard voices."
Was I right to reveal that? Did they say Shiloh wasn't dead?
"Whose voices?" questions Natalija. "I don't know. They sounded like they was from Louisiana."
"Well bless my red beans…" Natalija giggles. She looks at Marama. "We got some coons loose in the building."
"Don't call them that. My third grandma was french…"
"What the fuck that has to do with some fucking niggas in the house?" Natalija retorts. "It's offensive…"
"Bitch please…" she tosses her eyes.
"BACK ON TOPIC!" Cathleen screeches. "This bitch is a snitch!"
Natalija puts the gun on me again, "Snitch Growden!"
"Shoot me!"
"Well I'll be damn…" says Emina. Quinn walks in front of her and then walk out the door. Marama grabs Quinn who begins to scream. Marama beats her in the head and makes her lower herself to the ground. "Be quiet!"
"What is wrong--FUCK IT! Just kill her." I shout. "We can't kill the fucking Mexican." states Marama. "Why the fuck not?"
"Because her father might have something to do with the cartel selling to Growden."
"It's actually really complicated." shrugs Emina. "Davea and Growden used to be married. But divorced. Despite all that, Mable is not half white but technically his step daughter."
"Really?" I'm astonished. Emina continues, "Growden gave Mable drugs. He also raped her repeatedly."
"I didn't know…" I say. "That's besides the point. Mable had a mental condition. Chava is her half sister not her twin." says Natalija. "Davea and Growden--"
"WHICH DAMN GROWDEN?"
"It's pretty obvious which one…" Cathleen picks her nose. "No the fuck it ain't!" I yell. "Which Growden? We have several old niggas."
"The Growdens have a clan of a hundred. That's where the confusion starts!" says Marama.
"You bitches sound senile…" comments Mackayla. "It's Noboedy."
"A nigga is doing this?"
"The nigga is a vampire…" bores Mackayla. "The Niners work for Lay. We aren't helping the Growdens."
"Though they have history to the moon. The Growdens are dead. This is some shit we found out back at the Smiley Plant." says Natalija. Noboedy is adopted--"
"KIDNAPPED!" hollers Cathleen. Natalija looks at her and back at me, "I don't know how you use one nigga to do so much damage."
"That's a zombie…" Possible but it's retarded to say a zombie is probably carrying a hundred souls of former racist slave owners. "You are telling me. A bunch of white folk--"
"Germans." corrects Cathleen. "It really don't matter." says Emina. "It doesn't." Mackayla speaks up. "They one black man as a pawn. It would be hard to get a body for the whole family."
"What are they trying to do?" I ask.
"The hell if we know. The Growdens like work… but this vampire magic makes them think of all kinds of shit. Best guess I got is, 'let's see what we can do with'."
"What about all the lying?" I breathe.
"Like your stanky ass?" Cathleen hisses at me. "Wipe correctly." I lament.
"Girls! Girls!" Emina intervenes. "Back in my day, we compared boobs to see who was the strongest woman."
"Where the fuck do you come from?" Natalija gawks at her. "So Growden--" don't let me start again. "Noboedy is doing this?"
Quinn yells but Marama closes her mouth. "HUSH!" Quinn bites her. "BITCH!"
"Did y'all kidnap a fucking mexican?" I point. "No!" exasperates Marama. "Yes."
"Which is it?"
"Do you know Janna?" asks Cathleen. "No?"
"Well, Janna grew up in the poorest part of the Hood. His father is Shuja."
"What's so special about that?"
"I'll say it!" Natalija throws her hands up. "Crazy ass Jamaicans!"
"Offensive." mutters Marama. "Will shut the fuck up…" Natalija threats. "Crazy jamaicans?"
"It sounds horrible and far-fetched but a cousin broke into Aleigha's apartment. You do know the kind is dead." states Natalija. "His own family?"
"Look how everything is scattered…"
"I think it's another part of the Bibles. Aleigha married Olisha." adds Emina. "well, Shuja is Jamaican." says Natalija. "You just prejudice."
"The Church that made Abner killed the king's body not his soul moron." Cathleen huffs. "Think what y'all want. It's a cover up." says Natalija. "Is yo soul good?" Mackayla assumes. "Nattie, that's the dumbest shit you ever said."
"Why not?"
"She still thinking about high school." Marama shakes her head.