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Hey everyone! Before I repost this story I'm going to introduce myself. My name is Aumani aka Mani and I'm from New Orleans. I used to post stories on the PRMB but they closed down so I'm here now. :)This story is on the other Pleasure P message board but no one goes on there..mainly because no one knows about it so I'm going to post it on here and see what ya'll think. I'm not sure how to post pics and things just yet so bear with me people. Anyways, I'm going to add later because my laptop is about to go dead. Just want to give ya'll a heads up on whats coming. lolz :D
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Christi’s POV
Later That Day
I was knocked out on the sofa in the same place that I was in before Chris left when I felt something metal hit me in the face. I jumped up to see Chris running up the stairs. I got up and looked at the time. It was 7:45 and the mall was about thirty minutes away! I quickly grabbed the keys that were now lying on my chest, and ran to the door.
“Be back in a few!” I announced before running outside. I got to the car and noticed a small dent on the passenger side door. “Ugh, I swear I’ma beat Chris ass when I get back.” I whispered before hopping into the driver’s side of the vehicle and speeding off toward the mall. When I got there, I didn’t see anyone but I heard my phone ringing. It constantly rang so I figured that was a sign for me to follow the song.
“Ooh baby, I been stuck to you like glue baby. Wanna spend it all on you, baby. My room is the G-spot call me Mr. Flinstone. I can make your bed rock. I-I-I- I can make ya bed rock girl. I-I-I I can make ya bed rooock. I-I-I I can make ya bed ROCK.
The song repeated itself three times before I actually got to it. I didn’t see the phone but when I got closer I stopped and waited. There was complete silence. I looked around in confusion, wondering why it had stopped. A couple feet away I saw the phone light starting to fade. Without thinking, I rushed towards it and picked it up. It was in perfect condition, not even a scratch. With one last glimpse of my surroundings, I turned around and headed back to my car. Before I could take a couple of steps,my phone started ringing again. The caller ID read “Private Caller” as Bed Rock rang loudly in the empty alley. Without hesitation, I answered.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Tell ya brotha that he better pay up or your little family will go from four to one very quickly.” The male voice calmly rang through my ears as my heart stopped for a second.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. The mysterious caller chuckled lightly.
“You aren’t a very smart one are you? Look, tell ya fuckin brotha to get the fuckin money by Friday; if not then it’s over! You heard me?!” His voice started to get louder and more aggressive.
“Ok, but who is this?” The voice seemed familiar but I couldn’t figure out who it was.
“O.” he replied, then hung up.
While walking to the car, I skimmed through my phone to make sure that any information wasn’t missing. When it was in view, I noticed a woman standing in front of the driver’s side of my car.She was dressed in an all black leather suit. Her jet black hair was slicked back into a long, neat pony tail that extended past her butt. Her boots were also black and almost indistinguishable from her pants. She looked at me then smirked.
“Um, excuse me but do I know you?” I asked hoping she wouldn’t start any crazy stuff. I wasn’t really in the mood for fighting again.
“You do now.” She smiled.
“What do you mean?” I was clearly confused. She quickly pulled out a silver knife from the side of her boot’s heal and slashed me across my face. Before I could completely react to the sudden attack, I was pinned up against the hood of my car. I couldn’t move a muscle, for her small size she was really strong. A small stream of blood gushed from the wound but in a matter of seconds it stopped hurting. After a minute or so she let me go. I felt my face but there was no evidence of damage. I ran to the side of my car and peered into the review mirror. My face was completely healed and the blood had vanished. I looked up at the mysterious woman who was now leaning against my car chuckling.
“You’re one of us Christi.” She smiled.
“Who is “us”?” I asked as she walked closer.
“Come with me and find out.” She extended her hand but I refused to take it.
“Look, umm…what’s your na-“ I started.
“Ashanti, but everyone calls me Shanti.” Her look went from cheerful to completely serious.
“Wow that’s a big difference. Anyways, nice to meet you Shanti.” I smiled but she didn’t return the smile.
“Christi, we need to go.” She said with urgency in her voice.
“Excuse me, but I need to go. It’s late and I need to make sure that my little sister is in bed it’s way past her bedtime.” I looked at my phone’s clock. It was almost 9:30 pm.
“Your sister is fine…for now.” She said. Those last two words troubled me. They instantly reminded me of the conversation with “O” I had just had a couple minutes ago. Without a word, I hopped into my car and sped to my house. When I got there the lights were out and the door had been kicked open. I quickly exited my car and ran into my home. When I walked into the house it was completely dark but after I had been in there for a couple of moments everything seemed clearer.
“Chris!” I shouted as I ran upstairs into his room. He was stretched out across his bed. I called his name again but he didn’t move. Tears started to form in my eyes because I knew that Chris wasn’t a heavy sleeper at all and he would have moved or something. I slowly approached him and touched his arm. He didn’t move. I rolled him over to discover a small puddle of blood on his bed. By this time tears were streaming from my eyes. I quickly called 9-1-1 and started to explain the situation but before I could finish I heard a scream from Fay’s room. I quickly checked Chris’s pulse. It was there but it was slowing and pretty fast. I figured I had at least a couple of minutes. I swiftly dragged him off of the bed and into the empty dark hallway. I leaned him against the wall and dashed into Fay’s room. It was completely empty and the window was open. I screamed her name but heard no answer. I peeked out of the window to see if I saw her or the kidnapper but no one was in sight so I darted back into the hallway to tend to Chris. I lifted him up and drug him downstairs. His completely limp body started to wear me out but I couldn’t let him leave me. I used every drop of energy in me to put him into my car. My clothes were cover in blood as I hopped into the driver’s side of the car. Even though the hospital was almost forty-five minutes away I made it there in less than ten. I damn near drove into the emergency room and instructed the staff to get him out of the car. A nurse rushed up to me wanting to know his information but I could barely talk.
“H-He’s 17, and umm… h-he’s allergic to penicillin so please don’t give him that. Um… I don’t know what happened. I came home and he was like that. Please don’t let my brother die. He’s all I have.” With those last words I broke down completely. I couldn’t imagine losing my brother and my sister in one night. Oh wait…Faith! I called Applez and told her what happened. I told her to get to the hospital a.s.a.p. and stay with Chris. After I hung up, I scrolled down and saw the name “Ashanti”. I immediately called her.
“Hello? Shanti?” I asked, trying to hide the pain in my voice.
“Yea?” she replied.
“I’m in.” I informed her.
“Good.” She replied dryly. I informed the nurse about Meagan and left the hospital. Chris would understand…that is if he made it through the night.
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Permalink Reply by Myrianne on
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Ok finally an add. I know its kind of short but its been rough these past couple of weeks. Thanks for being patient!!
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Permalink Reply by Myrianne on
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Ok so SAINTS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!!! I'm really happy so I might add before the game. I have a little time to write it so yea. O_O I have to look for it because its not in my recent files. Ugh, I'm getting so lazy with this story.lolz. Anyways, I see there are new stories on here so I gotta step it up before I'm forgotten. lolz
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Permalink Reply by teiarra jalance vistalian on
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Good story keep dat shit movin but check mine out too.
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Applez POV
I wasn’t in a good mood at all for anybody else’s bullshit. Marcus and I had just had a huge argument and he was sitting outside doing God knows what. I had just finished gathering my songs and putting them in order when my phone rang. It was Christina telling me to get to the hospital. I damn near passed out when she said that Chris was in the hospital but when she said Faith was kidnapped…I wanted to just die. She was so sweet and innocent. She was like a little sister to me. Before she finished telling me what had happened, I was dressed decently enough to walk out of the house. I grabbed my keys and ran out of the door almost tripping over Marcus who was sitting on the steps.
“Where you goin girl?” he asked but I never looked back.
“Get in the car if you’re coming. If not then shut the fuck up.” I almost screamed at him before I got in the car. I put the key in the ignition and started up the car but before I could put it in drive he hopped in the passenger s seat.
“Ok, where are we going?” he asked as I sped off.
“Hospital” I stated in a monotone voice.
“Why?”he demanded.
I ignored him and continued driving to my destination. When we arrived I quickly parked and hopped out of the car. I walked into the hospital calmly searching for Christi. I walked up to the window and started talking to the receptionist. When I mentioned Chris she stopped talking and picked up a phone. I was completely confused so I turned to go and sit and call Christi and figure out where she was. I sat next to Marcus and pulled out my cell phone. “Great, no signal.” I thought.
“I’m going outside for a sec…ok?” I said while looking at Marcus.
“Yea, ok” he replied without looking back at me.
I rolled my eyes and stared walking to the exit. Before I could step out of the door, I felt light tap on my shoulder I turned around to see a nurse smiling at me.
“You’re Meagan right?” she asked in a soft tone.
“Yes” I replied with a slight attitude. How did this heffa know who I was? I sighed. “Another stalker” I thought to myself. She looked at Marcus who was now standing next to me.
“You are Marcus then, am I right?” she asked him in the same tone.
“Yes” he replied in an uneasy voice.
I shot a look at him that would kill if it were a blow instead. He immediately got the message. I could tell because he started to look pissed all over again.
“Lady, how do you know our names?” he asked with frustration in his voice.
She started to laugh. “I’m sorry. But you do have a friend named Christina Lumpkin? Correct?”
“Yes.” I answered.
“Do you know her brother Christopher Lumpkin?” She asked
“Yes. Is he ok?” I asked.
She made a face and leaned her head slightly to the side as she started to wring her hands.
“Follow me.” She said as she turned and headed to a large door with “Intensive Care Unit” across it. She quickly typed a code into the small keypad posted on the wall near the door. “Could you please turn off your cell phones?” she requested. We obeyed as we heard two strange beeps as the door slowly swung open. She looked back at us with saddened eyes and entered the unit as we followed close behind her. She led us into room 222. As we entered, the sounds of beeping machines filled the air. A doctor was already in the room. He was standing near Chris’ bedside. He wrote something down on a chart before greeting us.
“Hello, my name is Dr.Legend." He stated as he shook Marcus’s hand and mine. “Now usually we are not allowed to discuss a patient’s information with friends of the family but consent was given. I really don’t know where to start with Mr. Lumpkin’s injuries. He lost a lot of blood and he has to undergo another surgery but before that he may have to receive blood from a donor, hopefully his sister is available and suitable for that. Right now he is fairly stable according to the severity of his injuries. He isn’t conscious and we suspect that a blow to the head may cause him to have slight brain damage; most likely it is reversible. We actually are going to wait until he is conscious to determine that. He has some broken bones and other things like that. He may have to be in here for a while even after he is better and he will need to undergo physical therapy for about a month to regain his strength.” He stopped when he saw the expression that was appearing on my face and smiled. “Don’t worry ma’am, Mr. Lumpkin is very strong. It will take a while for him to become 100% back to normal but I do think that he is capable.”
I looked at Chris lying there hooked up to all of the machines. He seemed lifeless. It was killing me to see him like that so I stepped out of the room for a moment. I knew Christi didn’t see him like this and I really didn’t want her to. Speaking of Christi, where was she? I strolled over to the front desk and asked the receptionist if he had other visitors besides us. I was shocked when she replied “No”. That meant that Christi hadn’t been here to visit him; which meant that she hadn’t found Fay either. But where was she. Damn, I hope she’s ok.
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I have been promising a post since forever but this one is real...I have it written I just have to post it but I have no internet...so much drama has happened lately...idk where to start that long complicated story but there is a post coming. As soon as I get my internet..until then I will be writing furiously...lolz. thanks for the support
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Trey’s POV
After leaving Applez’s crib, I went straight home. Damn, I cant believe Aubrey did that shit. I cant believe how much that nigga changed in a couple of years. Here we were with one more year of school to finish and his dumb ass dropped out. I been knowing him since freshman year. We played football together and he was quiet as hell, wouldn’t say anything to anyone just did what he had to do and left. He was iight but he wasn’t a star player or anything. Then last year, and decides to drop out and “work”. If ya ask me, it wasn’t too much work. His mother kicked his ass out for trying to be “a man”. I cant really blame her. I would have kicked his ass out too. He had started disrespecting the hell out of her and things were getting completely out of hand. He was lucky though Mrs. Graham was nice as hell. After she kicked him out, a couple days later she put down the first payment for his apartment. She still pays whatever part of it he cant but he has to put something down to show that he is working and still has a job. It is kind of a rip off for her but I guess she is teaching him a lesson in being responsible. Damn, I wish I still had my mom around to do that stuff for me. I lived with my dad and he already told me that as soon as I made 18 I was getting the fuck out of his house and I had to get an apartment. He made me get a job and start saving up for my first month’s rent. Honestly, I cant wait. I’m tired of following this nigga rules. Once I get my own place, his ass ain’t in control and I’ma run shit. The only nice thing that nigga did was buy me this car, “early graduation present” he calls it. Whatever.
As soon as I pulled up into the driveway I saw his car and got a gut feeling that it would be bullshit. I quickly got out of the car and headed straight inside and made a beeline to my room. The second I walked in I was aware of its poor condition and I knew my dad would trip but I was too tired to clean at the moment. I preceded to the bed and laid down. In a matter of seconds, I was knocked out. I had to be sleep for a while because when I woke up the sun was beaming down in my face and my phone was ringing out of control. I picked it up and it stopped. I looked at the screen. “Twenty missed alerts, damn” I thought as I started scrolling through the alerts. Five voicemails, ten text messages, and five missed calls. I checked my text messages first. They were all from Chris. Most of them just said to PLEASE CALL while the others where him cussing me out for not picking up. I got up and sighed as I started to check the voicemails. It was going pretty slow and I assumed I was alone so I put it on speaker since my room needed some desperate cleaning. I had just started when I realized that the messages weren’t just “Pick up ya phone” recordings. This dude was discussing plans to my voicemail on getting back at Aubrey and something about Christi‘s hands. Good thing I had a password to protect that shit. I listened on as I cleaned. Everything was fine until the last message. He was explaining some shit about this nigga named “O” then I could hear someone in the background and he whispered and hung up. I decided to take a shower, then call him back.
After I did the hygiene thing, I went back into my bedroom and put on a white wife beater and some black basketball shorts. I picked up my phone and checked it for more missed alerts, none. I called Chris but no one answered so I decided to just call back after I got something to eat. I jogged to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Damn man, all they had in there was one egg some champagne and some jelly. I grabbed the jelly and searched the kitchen for the bread and maybe some peanut butter if I was lucky. I was. I quickly slapped some peanut butter and jelly on my bread and devoured the sandwich. When I finished I put everything back where it was. Next, I looked around for something to drink. I wasn’t drinking faucet water. I didn’t trust it enough to drink so I just stole a little bit of champagne just enough to clear the peanut butter. After that I called Chris again, he again didn’t pick up so I decided I would wait about thirty minutes before I called again. I went to the sofa and fell asleep while watching Spongebob Squarepants. When I did wake up it was really late. My phone was ringing but it wasn’t Chris. It was Christi. She started telling me about Chris. Before I knew it, I was out the door and speeding toward the hospital.
Marcus POV
We had been at the hospital for almost an hour when Trey came walking into the ICU. When he saw Chris he understood how serious the situation had become. When Applez saw him come in she shot up out of her seat and hugged Trey. He halfway hugged her but kept his eyes on Chris as if he were hypnotized. He and Chris had been close ever since the third grade when they figured out that they could both annoy Christi and her friends by stuffing Cheeto puffs in they nostrils and bark. Yes it was childish and disgusting but it soon became their daily chore to annoy anyone and everyone in some of the most disgusting ways. After a couple minutes of awkward silence and consistent staring, he finally said a word.
“What did they say his injuries were?” he asked with slight hesitation.
Applez and I made eye contact for a brief moment before she grabbed him by the arm and walked out of the room. Meanwhile, I wondered what had happened to Fay and Christi. No one had heard from Christi ever since around 9:15 when Chris checked in. Damn, I hope she ok. Whoever fucked Chris up like that gotta have a gang or something because he is a beast when it comes to fighting I aint even gonna lie. Christi is tough but I don’t know if she can handle a group of niggas.
Applez POV
I was outside talking to Trey. He had let go of my hand and started pacing the floor as I told him Chris’s injuries. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at me as if he were staring through me.
“Ok, I understand. But where is Christina?” he asked. His voice was demanding and set in a tone I had never heard before. It gave me the chills.
“ I don’t know.” I said letting my glare fall to the floor. She was my best friend and I couldn’t even tell anyone where she was. She had to be in sure danger. Her family was targeted, by whom, I don’t know, but Trey looked as if he had an idea. Before I could say anything else, he was off. I let him go, what could I do to stop him. Trey was hard headed, no matter what I told him, he would do what he wanted. He always had been that way and I knew he would never change. All I could do was hope and pray that he would be safe and so would Christi and Faith.
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Permalink Reply by Myrianne on
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aww thanks i didnt know someone was still following my story...i ended up changin it up a little and was going to kind of restart it with a couple changes.
i appreciate the bumps though after all of these years. :)
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