Michael Peterson wakes up choking on blood.
“F**************************CK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screams out loud while he lays face down, naked and with each hand cuffed on a cold, steel table. His eyes are no good to him in this room that had no windows. Michael realizes right away that all he has right now is the dark keeping him company in a room that can be anywhere.
“What is going on?” He asks himself. From the waist up, he is laid over one of the short sides of a long, rectangular table. He has no idea where he can be or how long he was out. Peterson is panicking.
“What the f*ck is going on where am I???”
Still very groggy, Michael tries to free himself but right away realizes his hands are cuffed. He is wiggling, head bopping and jumping his upper body around. His attempts to free himself only tightened the cuffs on his wrists. He was now made aware of his ribs on his rights side being possibly broke from all the moving.
“Ahhhh f*ck, f*ck me, f*ck me, f*ck me, f*ck me, f*ck me, f*ck me, F***********CK ME J*SUS!!!!!!” He cries out tearfully and chokingly. He is still weak from something that happened before he was knocked out. He thinks to himself:
“Ummmm I was over Tayshawn’s rock house in the basement. Me and some dude I went half with were taking turns on the pipe near the washer and dryer. Boy I wish I had some of that RIGHT NOW…yeah I went over there sometime during the day and it turned nightfall after a while. Wait a minute….we didn’t smoke ALL THE SH*T!…that thieving f*ck I went half on took off with the rest of the sh*t while I was tweaking. As soon as I came down all h*ll broke loose. I was barely standing on both feet when some a$$holes in ski-masks came busting through the door shooting. The first body to drop was Tayshawn’s. Tayshawn didn’t even get to his gun in time. They got his boy Cee too. After they were dead the only people left in the house was my a$$ and the other fiends.”
“TIME TO MUNCH THE CARPET YA WHITE CUSTY!!!!” One of the men said as they walked towards me. I didn’t run. I was too scared and too high to get past this guy and his shotty. At this very moment sh*t seemed to be going in slow motion. As he was approaching me, all I saw were the words written in all white caps across the forehead part of his mask. F*CK BOY it read. “Why the f*ck would he have that on his mask?” I remember thinking to myself right before he struck me in my forehead with the side of his barrel.
SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK
Michael cannot remember anything after that. Remembering the events prior to his unconsciousness, Michael now knows the blood he’s been choking was his own.
“Why can’t I feel my legs???” Michael has no feeling past his knees. “Sh*t maybe I’m paralyzed or losing circulation? I can’t feel sh*t. I know my short a$$ wouldn’t be able to touch the floor in this position. Even though I’m on this high ass table I don’t feel much weight at all on my stomach or waist.”
“AHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU KNOW IT N*GGA!”
“Oh my G*d, that sounds like F*ck Boy…I’M F*CKED!!!!” Michael thinks to himself. “Why am I here and what does this guy want from-“ Michael’s attention was now on the sound of a door knob being turned. He now hears the sounds of footsteps entering the room. The sound stops right behind him. He now had company.
“How you doing Mikey?” The voice behind Michael asks.
“How does he know my name? Gotta be my wallet.”
“I said how ya doing MIKEY?” The voice asks again.
“PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!!!”
“Too late for that Mikey.” The voice responds. “Haven’t you seen your forehead lately?”
“AHHHH SH*T THAT’S F*CKED UP YO!” Said another voice outside of the room.
“WHAT!?” The voice shouts back to the other voice. “I AIN’T LYING!!! C’MON IN HERE!!!! YOUR A$$ NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE!”
“FOR WHAAAAAAAT!?!?!?!?!?!?”
“HIS FOREHEAD REMEMBER?”
“OH RIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! YEAH YOU RIGHT!”
Michael can now hear another pair of footsteps entering the room. Because he’s facing away from the door he cannot see who’s talking to him. The other voice has entered the room. He comes over and crouches beside Michael. Michael looks over to his left and sees ‘F*CK BOY’ on the ski-mask.
“Wassup Mikey. Hey no hard feelings. I got nothing against you its just that I can’t F*CKING stand white people. Don’t think I’m on some NAACP or some cracka called me a n*gger type shit. My beef with ya’ll is that you cancelled my favorite show back in the day. N.Y. Undercover was the hood’s Law & Order and you b*stards had to take it away from us. Sh*t you guys had Seinfeld, Friends and a whole bunch of other lame sh*t to keep you company with your cup of milk and tv dinners at night but you couldn’t stand a n*gga who ain’t had HBO enjoying network television. F*CK YA’LL!!!!!!”
“What are you talking about man? I don’t know anything about your show or what’s going on. Please let me go I didn’t do sh*t to you dude.”
“DUDE??? DUUUUUUUDE!?!?!?!? F*CK YOU DUUUUUUUUUDE!!!!!!!! YOU’RE A$$ IS STILL GONNA BURN LIKE THE OTHERS!!!”
“WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT BURNING? WHERE ARE WE WHAT OTHERS YOU CRAZY A$$-“
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
F*ck Boy slams Michael’s head face first into the table and walks out the room screaming “F*CK SEINFELD!!!!”
“WHAT THE F*CK…” The voice says to himself as he scratches his head. “Sorry about that Mikey, homeboy really loved that show. Hey between you and me, Seinfeld wasn’t that bad. I just stopped watching out of principle when Kramer turned his mouth into an Uzi spraying n*gger bullets all over the place….Mikey? Hey Mikey wake up. MIKEY!?!?!?” After the voice realizes Michael is out cold again he leaves the room momentarily for a bottle of water. When he re-enters the room with Michael he dumps the water on his face.
“WH-WHAT’S GOING ONNNNNNNNNN?!?!” Michael says chokingly. “Pleaaaaase I just wanna go home.”
“ME TOO SEINFELD!” Shouts F*ck Boy from the door. “We’ll be going home to our beds tonight Seinfeld while you’re crackhead a$$ is going up in smoke with the rest of those f*cks.”
Hearing F*ck Boy go on about his fate sent Michael over the edge.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YOU ALL!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LEMME OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!”
“Look what you did now? He’s buggin’.”
“Who the f*ck cares. We’re done babysitting him. Let’s finish cleaning up and bounce. Mikey’s “COMPANY” is here and is ready to meet him. I’m trying to hit up that Chinese Buffet before it closes. ”
“Yeah that sounds good right about now. Lata Mikey. It’s been real.”
Michael is focused on freeing himself so much that he doesn’t hear anything regarding his captors’ dinner plans and the surprise guest. He keeps struggling for a couple of minutes as the two masked men look on in amusement.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK HE’S GETTING TIRED!!!! YO GO GET THOSE TWO THINGS REAL QUICK.”
“Oh sh*t…and you think I’m crazy n*gga??” Fuck Boy responds as he runs out the room.
“What the h*ll are they going to do now?” Michael thinks. “If they’re going to kill me just get on with it…”
F*ck Boy returns with both his hands full.
“Mikey you’re a lucky man. You got two beautiful kids in Kate and Adam.”
“MY KIDS…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…DON’T YOU F*CKING TOUCH MY KIDS!!!!!!!!”
“CALM DOWN MIKEY!”
“MY NAME ISN’T MIKEY!!!!! WHERE ARE MY KIDS!?!?!?!?”
“HOW THE F*CK SHOULD I KNOW!?!?!? DO YOU KNOW MAN?”
“THEY’RE RIGHT HERE IN MY ARMS SEINFELLLLLLLLD!!!!!!”
“WHY ARE YOU GASSING THIS DUDE UP??? D****MN?” The voice tells F*ck Boy as he tries to catch himself from laughing.
“YOU’RE BOTH DEAD IF YOU TOUCH MY KIDS!!!!! KATE!!!!!! ADAM!!!!!!! TALK TO ME!!!!!”
“Relax they’re not here. We got something else to show you. Show him.”
F*ck Boy walks over to Michael and shows him his surprise.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SH*T!!!!! MY LEGS MY LEGS AHHH AH AH AH AH!!!!!” A now hysterical and crying Michael shouts. From the head knocking and drugs, he was too out of it to realize his legs have been in another room the whole time. Seeing his son and daughter faces tatted above each ankle confirmed they were his. “
“Here you go, you can kiss your legs and children goodbye.”
SMAAAACK SMAAAACK SMAAAACK SMAAAACK SMAAAACK
F*ck Boy smacks the last bit of spirit out of Michael with his own legs. He is broken.
“You’re welcome.” F*ck Boy says mockingly as he walks out of the room with the legs. “BUFFET TIME!!!!!” He shouted back at his partner.
“Gotta go Mikey. Nice meeting you. Stick around, your final guest will be in shortly. Stay up my n*gga.” The voice laughingly says as he exits out the room, closing the door behind him.
Before Michael had time to ponder “what’s next,” his company had arrived.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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