The trunk popped open and my eyes widened at what I was looking at. It was fucking Sheree.
She was bound up, with her mouth taped, and mascara running down her face. Her hair was all over her head, and her eye was swelled up. For a second, I just stared at her.
She looked up at me like she had just seen God and the devil at the same time. She started making muffled noises through the tape, twisting around like she thought she was about to get loose.
I tilted my head, confused as fuck.
“What the fuck is this?”
She cried harder, trying to talk through the tape.
“How the fuck you get in my trunk?”
She shook her head fast, trying to say something, but it came out muffled and panicked.
I looked at her busted lip. the scratches on her arm, and the way her dress was ripped. And my mind went straight to Yah-Yah.
Nah, Ain’t no fucking way.
I stepped back, running my hand down my face.
My phone started buzzing in my pocket right then, and when I pulled it out, Yah-Yah’s name flashed across the screen.
I stared at it.
Then looked back down at Sheree. She was crying and shaking like a leaf now. I answered the phone, but I ain’t say nothing. For a few seconds, all I heard was Yah-Yah breathing on the other end.
“You find that dick sucking bitch yet?” My jaw flexed.
I looked up at the black sky, then let out a slow, humorless laugh.
“Yo’ you done lost yo’ fucking mind.” She didn’t respond.
“You hear me, Yah-Yah? You done lost yo’ whole fucking mind.”
“You embarrassed me,” she said, “You let that bitch play in my face.”
“So you put her in my fucking trunk?”
“And did!”
My eyebrows pulled together. “What? How? Yo’ ass aint even strong enough to pick a bitch up, I hope you aint have no nigga around my crib.”
“What? I aint you, I don’t cheat! Ask Zurie,” she said, her voice still calm. “Since you wanna know how she got there so bad.”
My whole body went still.
Zurie?
“What the fuck Zurie got to do with this?” I asked, my voice dropping lower.
“She drove your car.”
For a second, I ain’t say nothing.
I couldn’t.
I looked at the trunk again. Looked at Sheree. Looked at the inside of my own car like it had somehow betrayed me too.