“Where you going? The party’s just about to begin.”
“Heeellpppp!” Markita screamed.
“Shut the fuck up,” said Terrell as he punched her head, grabbed her by her throat, and yanked her off the floor. “If you fucking scream I’ll kill you, do you understand me? Do you understand me?” he hollered like a maniac in her ear.
“Yes, yes, I understand; please don’t hurt me.”
“You do what I say, everything I say, and I might let you live.”
“Okay, okay,” said Markita as she felt him letting go of her neck.
“Take your clothes off.”
Markita didn’t know what to do. She was standing there desperately trying to think of something, something to do or something to say, that would get her out of the situation she was in.
“What the fuck is you standing there for?” said Terrell as he savagely attacked her, pushing her onto the bed and ripping at her clothes.
Markita tried to fight him, she tried to use her strength, but Terrell was physically stronger, and he hit Markita again, this time on her face, immediately swelling her eye, and it was then that Markita stopped fighting. She let him have his way. As he pulled at her clothes and ripped off her pants, she simply lay there imagining it all as a bad dream.
Terrell raped Markita repeatedly, pinning her down, holding the back of her neck as she lay on her stomach. Then he pulled out of Markita and quickly reinserted himself into her other hole. Markita almost leaped from the bed, but Terrell grabbed her arms and held her tightly. She screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Oh, God, please, no, stop, please no!” she screamed as Terrell ripped into her. She could feel the wetness and suspected that she was bleeding. The only sound besides her cries, was Terrell’s grunting. He sounded like a wild animal.
“Stop it!” Markita screamed. “Please, help, please, stop!”
Terrell held her arms in place and continued to brutalize her anus.
“Stop it, please!”
More grunting.
“Help me, please!” she screamed louder.
Grunting.
“Help me!”
Grunting.
“Somebody help me, please!”
More grunting, followed by a wild cry of carnal pleasure as Terrell exploded inside her asshole. His thrusting and throbbing caused her to let out a blood-curdling cry.
“Shut up! Shut up! You fucking whore, you know you like it.”
Terrell continued to breathe heavily, trying to regain his expended energy. “Markita.”
It was then that she realized he knew her name, and she had never told it to him.
“I have a question for you. And I need for you to be really honest with me.”
“What?”
“I need you to call Gena for me and I need you to tell her to come over here.”
“What?” Markita again tried to force her way out from under Terrell. He gripped her arms tightly.
“You heard me; I need you to call Gena and tell her to come over here. You probably will have to make it sound like an emergency or something.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to do that? I don’t even know where she is. I don’t even know how to reach her.”
“Tell me where I can find her.”
“I don’t know!”
“Where can I find her?”
“I don’t know!”
“Don’t lie to me, Markita,” Terrell said. “I know that she lives here.”
“Gena don’t live here!” Markita struggled to break free. “I don’t know where you got your information from, but they telling you wrong! Gena used to live in the apartment next door, but that was long ago!”
“Her cousin said that you two live together.”
“Her cousin lied!”
“Why would she lie to me?”
“Who the fuck knows! Get off of me!”
“Tell me where I can find Gena.”
“I don’t know. I swear I don’t know, and if I did, I wouldn’t fucking tell you anyway,” Markita screamed at the top of her lungs.
Terrell scooped her up and wrapped his massive arms around Markita’s neck. He kissed the back of her neck and licked her around to the right side of her ear, and then twisted in one quick, forceful motion. Her neck sounded like a dry twig when it snapped.
Terrell remained on top of her as her body spasmed and convulsed. Once he was finished, he climbed off her and began to search her apartment for evidence of Gena’s whereabouts. Gena had lots of clothing in Markita’s apartment, some of which she had worn recently. It was in an older pair of pants that Terrell found what he was looking for, however. It was a business card for 4-U-Self Storage.
Finders Keepers
Gena knocked on the door more forcefully the second time; still no answer. Markita was known for hopping into the shower or getting lost in a damn soap opera and simply tuning out the rest of world. Oh, come on, Kita, I got to use the bathroom, girl.
Gena knocked once again and then twisted the doorknob to see if the door was unlocked. The knob turned. The door was open all along. She pushed open the front door and crept into the apartment.
“Markita.”
No answer.
The television was on, as were most of the lights. The apartment looked to be even messier than usual, which wasn’t saying a lot, because Markita’s house was always junky. Gena made her way into the bedroom. It was dark, as the bedroom shades and curtains were drawn, and sure enough, Markita was lying in bed.
“Girl, get your ass up. What are you still doing in bed? We got things to do; come on, I need your help,” said Gena as she tapped on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Markita felt cold.
“Markita?”
No answer.
Gena pushed her friend more forcefully, causing the blankets to move. The dried bloodstain over Markita’s butt became visible. Gena covered her mouth.
“Markita!” Gena shook her friend. “Markita. Oh, my God!” Gena pushed Markita over, to find herself looking into her friend’s open but lifeless eyes.
“Markita!” Gena grabbed her friend’s wrist and felt for a pulse. There was none. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” Gena backed against a wall, where she slid down to the floor and burst into tears. She knew what had happened. Whoever had hurt Gah Git had now killed her closest friend. He must have been looking for me. Yes, the crazy man had gone there looking for her, and Markita had paid the price. He had done to her what he had done to Gah Git, but even worse. Gah Git still had some life left in her after he had gone, whereas Markita had none.
Gena wiped away the tears that were pouring down her face. She had lost another best friend, another friend to bullshit. It was the city. The city was taking life away from her, slowly but steadily. It was closing in on her. It was out to get her. She had to get away, she had to run for her life. If not, she too would be dead soon. She could feel it coming. Death was around the corner, and it was creeping toward her. Slowly but surely death was tracking her down.
Gena willed herself to rise. She kissed Markita’s dead, cold, lifeless cheek. She was out of there. Fuck Philly, fuck Richard Allen, fuck Quadir, fuck my entire life. Gena was done; she was ready to go and never, ever look back. Philly had taken her parents, it had taken Sahirah, it had taken Quadir away from her, it had taken Markita, it almost took Gah Git and Gary, and it was about to take Bria and herself, if she didn’t do something about it.
Gena moved away from Markita’s corpse and made her way out to the living room. Should I call the police? Just to get someone here? God, she’ll be lying here all alone for days if I don’t call. I have to do something. But what, what should I do? Before leaving, Gena called 911 and reported the finding of a dead body. She remained anonymous, and immediately hung up the phone after giving the operator Markita’s address. Gena headed down the steps to the front porch of Markita’s house and climbed into her rental. She had to get out of town, and she had to go tonight. She would meet with Rik, square him away, stash her cash, and then leave this place for good. She was heading south, maybe Norfolk, maybe Charleston, maybe Charlotte, maybe even Atlanta. She would know once she got there. The only thing she knew for certain was that she was going tonight. Her life depended on it.