I COULDN'T HEAR HER SCREAM, page 9
“Get it out of me! Get it the fuck out!” Klass screamed while trying to throw Zaria off his back and pulled out the ice pick that was deep inside him and felt like it was going deeper and moving by itself. It felt as if a long thick splinter was jammed inside him that he couldn’t get it out. The pain was unbearable. “Ugh ahhhh!” Klass let out a deep cry and ran backwards, slamming his back into Zaria and her into the wall, knocking the wind out of her. He stepped forward and ran backwards again making Zaria cough and loosen her grip and let go and fell on her ass.
Klass turned around and kicked her in the face twice, then started spinning in a circle “Ahh!” screaming and taking off his shirt. He started feeling on his side trying to feel a piece of the ice pick. He was breathing hard while tears streamed down his face. He used his fingers and could feel the hole the ice pick was in but it was too small, he stuffed his finger in the hole to open it more. “Ahhhhh!!” he screamed and sounded like a girl as his skin ripped open and he tried to pinch a piece of the ice pick. He exhaled in relief as he grabbed a little piece of the ice pick and started to pull, he held his breath. “Don’t let go! Don’t drop it. My fucking fingers are slippery as hell because of all this blood, I’m going stomp that little bitch out, once I get this out of me. I can’t believe she did this to me, a fucking child poked me up like a Spanish gang nigga in jail. I can’t believe this shit, I can’t go out like this,” Klass thought to himself.
Zaria opened her eyes, the back of her head was throbbing in pain. She looked up and could see half of the ice pick hanging out as Klass pulled at it slowly. Zaria looked under the bed and saw her crossbow and crawled past Klass and grabbed it. “Got it!”
“Fucking bitch, I’m going kill her,” Klass said looking at the thin bloody ice pick. He threw it behind him and heard a noise under him. He looked down to see Zaria looking up at him smiling holding a crossbow. She squeezed the trigger and the arrow slammed into the center of his chest. Klass made a funny sound as he gasped for air and lost control of his bowels and peed on himself. Urine dripped down his leg and soaked his right leg jean pants, then felt as if he had to pass gas. He clinched his butt cheeks to try and hold then loosening them and wet shit squirted out into his boxers and ran down his butt cheeks and the back of his leg. He continued to try to break but couldn’t. He yanked the arrow out and felt as if someone held a plastic bag over his head that kept him from breathing. He took deep breaths in and out, relieved he could finally get air in his lungs. He had forgotten all about Zaria.
“Oh shit, the little bitch,” Klass said and looked down and she was gone. He turned his head to see she was now on the bed with her back against the wall and the crossbow aimed at him once more. “No please, no don’t.” Klass said and eased his hand to protect himself. Zaria squeezed the trigger and the arrow went through his hand and pinned his hand to his shoulder, right under his collar bone, “Please stop, no more! No more, I’m sorry,” Klass cried out and turned around and tried to run for the door and Zaria shot him in the back. The arrow went in and came all the way out of his stomach. He stumbled and grabbed for the chair that he used to block anyone from getting in, was now blocking him from getting out and slowed him down.
“Why won’t he die, I lost count on how many times I stabbed him and shot him, the fat guy I shot died right away but I did shoot him in the neck , but I stab this guy in the neck but he wrap it with my sheet, his bled but that could’ve helped slow it down. I wish he would just die already.” Zaria thought to herself as she fought back tears thinking of him touching her and how he ripped down her jeans and how helpless she felt. Klass fell to the ground and used the chair to help him up and moved it. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Klass heard Zaria’s voice and turned around. “Please no more. I’m so sorry for what I tried to do, I didn’t even stick it in.” Klass said and Zaria squeezed the trigger again. The arrow cut through with incredible speed and slammed into the center of Klass’s forehead, piercing his skull and hitting his brain. The arrow hung halfway out his head. As he looked at Zaria, “I’m…” he tried to say as his body just collapsed on the floor hard.
Chapter 13
Zaria climbed off the bed and picked one of the arrows off the floor and reloaded the crossbow and walked over to Klass' body that lay on the floor twisted up. She looked at him and shot him once more in the face. Zaria wiped her tears and went around the room and grabbed three arrows then grabbed her jeans off the floor and put them on. She then grabbed Klass by the leg, struggled and drug his body away from the door. She stood up straight and kicked him in the dick. “Dickhead!” Zaria said then opened the door.
“I know we made a lot of noise, why didn’t no one come, I felt the vibration of Klass scream and all that crying and us banging against the wall, did they kill my mother?” Zaria thought to herself as she crept down the hallway on her tippy toes. She bent down and touched the floor to feel the vibration. She could feel her mother and someone on the couch. Zaria stood up straight and walked slowly then peeped her head around the corner.
“Oh God! No!” Zaria thought as she fought the urge to vomit. Benny Guns was on the couch holding his legs up as Amanda sucked his chicken nugget and fingered him in the butt. Behind them not too close or far was Legend with his phone in one hand recording and his dick hanging out the zipper hole as he watched Amanda make her chocolate ass shake while he jerked off.
Zaria aimed at the side of Legend’s head and was about to squeeze the trigger but he turned and faced her as if he knew she was there.
He stood there dick in one hand and phone in the next, he looked at his gun on the coffee table then put his eyes back on Zaria. “Don’t do it,” Legend mouths the words.
“He was nice and not like the others. I shouldn’t do it, I should let him go,” Zaria thought to herself and started to lower the crossbow, but Legend dodged toward the coffee table where his handgun and shotgun was even though she was lowering her weapon. She raised fast and aimed where his head would be before he reached it and shot. Legend bent down right into the arrow, it entered his temple on the left side of his head killing him instantly. He fell sideways onto the other couch with his legs spread open, an arrow hanging out his head and his dick laying sideways out his zipper.
Zaria reloaded her crossbow. “That’s why mother said don’t hesitate. I was going to let him go and he knew it but still reached for his gun, why? What was the point? I thought he was good.” Zaria thought to herself as she stepped into the living room. She tapped her feet on the floor twice back to back and knew her mother felt the vibration. It was a trick she taught her so they can find each other in the dark.
Zaria looked at Legend's body one more time as she stepped over it.
“Thank fucking God because I been ready to make my move, but this nigga homeboy came in here and been behind us recording us, I got to remember to delete the video and this fool Benny in such heaven right now he didn’t even notice his own friend recording his ass. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t gonna use that video for anything good,” Amanda thought to herself as she reached her right arm out behind her and felt Zaria place the short barrel shotgun in her hand.
She stopped fingering Benny and sucking his chicken nugget. “Mmm, baby why you stop, that shit was feeling so good.” Benny Guns said with his eyes closed in ecstasy and smiling showing off his gold diamond teeth.
“You like that baby?” Amanda said as she stood up.
“Hell yes,” Benny moaned with his eyes still close.
“You want to go to heaven?” Amanda said.
“Yes baby, send me to heaven,” Benny said then heard a clicking sound as Amanda pumped the shotgun loading a bullet in the chamber. He opened his eyes to see Amanda standing butt naked over him holding the black short barrel shotgun.
“Then heaven you’ll go!” Amanda said.
“Oh shit no!” Benny shouted but was too late to do anything as Amanda squeezed the trigger and the shotgun roared, bright orange light came out the barrel of the gun and a thousand pellets flew out of it and hit Benny in the face, exploding his skull like a watermelon getting hit with a sledgehammer. Brain matter, skull pieces and blood flew everywhere and chunks of his brain flew onto Amanda’s lips.
“That’s just nasty,” Zaria said.
“Little girl you don’t know what nasty is, what until you get old enough and I can tell you about chicken nuggets. Anyway there was one more where is he?” Amanda said, talking with her hands.
Zaria lowered her head, “I killed him,” she signed back with her hands.
Amanda’s mind raced. “Oh my God did he hurt my baby, did he touch her? I knew he was a weirdo, I should’ve just killed him. I let my baby down,” Amanda thought to herself as she dropped to her knees and started crying uncontrollably.
Zaria walked to her and kneeled down and hugged her mother. As if she could read her mind she knew what her mother’s fear was someone hurting her, kidnapping her or her not being strong enough to protect her. Zaria broke their embrace. “It’s okay mother, he didn’t do anything, he touched me but I killed him mother with the ice pick and a few other things. I'm okay mother. I’m okay.” Zaria signed with her hands, then hugged her mother. Amanda cried uncontrollably as Zaria held her tight. “We're gonna be okay, we're gonna be okay mommy,” Zaria said repeatedly.
Chapter 14
Amanda had finally stopped crying and was dragging Benny Gun's body to his car, stuffing him in the backseat. She then went back into the house headed straight to Zaria’s room. She grabbed Klass’ right leg and Zaria grabbed his right as they struggled while pulling him out the room, then through the living room straight out of the house.
“This motherfucker is heavy for his tall ass,” Amanda said as she looked up and down the block but it was quiet no one was out. It was too cold and people in Detroit mind their business. No one would call the cops because of all the gunshots. Snitches get killed by random people where they were from, “Good that’s the last one,” Amanda said then went back in followed by Zaria. She shut her front door and looked at all the blood everywhere. Zaria came out of the bathroom with a bucket of hot water and lavender Fabuloso and spent the next hour cleaning the whole house.
Zaria looked around and was happy the house was now clean. They just needed a new front door. She walked to her room and opened the door. Her body was sore. She looked at her mint green walls then the floor, not a drop of blood in sight. It looked as if nothing had happened, her bed was freshly made with new blue sheets with the matching comforter. She entered her room and closed the door then hopped on her bed. “I wonder if this is what it’s like when people die in homes, it just gets clean then sold and no one knows, it’s crazy. Tonight’s been too hard on me and mother got to know we can’t keep this up, I don’t want to. How can I feel safe in my old home? I’m scared that more people will die in our home,” Zaria thought to herself as she lay the crossbow right beside her and turned on the tv and subtitles. “I’m so tired,” she told herself as her eyes got heavy and she fell asleep.
Amanda put on her dark grey sweatsuit that had a hoodie and looked at her text message that read, I’m outside. She grabbed the duffle bag she filled with money and her .38 revolver handgun and stuffed it inside her hoodie pocket then walked out her bedroom. She walked past her older daughter’s bedroom and fought back tears then walked to Zaria’s room and cracked her door open to peep in at her. She was fast asleep with the crossbow not too far from her. Amanda shut the door and walked to the living room and then out of her house. She saw the black Ford Explorer and walked around to jump in the passenger seat.
“Everything you told me about that job was completely fucking wrong. Here,” Amanda said and tossed the duffle bag into the man’s lap.
“It’s twenty thousand in there, I kept fifteen and the weed. You said there would be two-hundred thousand in that safe, and it wasn’t. You also said this would be my last job!” Amanda shouted.
“You lying. It should have been more money in that house, you’re not holding out on me, are you?” The man replied.
“I’m more than sure you saw the police report, it was more drugs in the house than money. I’m not touching no cocaine. This is the last time I’m doing this. You said if I pay you, you’ll give me information on helping find my daughter or the man that kidnapped her. Instead you be feeding me bullshit that goes to dead ends and you are making money off me for almost two years now Nelson,” Amanda shouted.
“Listen, you chose the money. I said ass or cash for information. You chose cash and had no money but have skills breaking into homes and safes. So this way it works out best for the both of us. I rather have the ass but shit we made a lot of money together. I tell you what drug dealer house to hit and you been doing good,” Detective Nelson replied.
“Listen Nelson, I’m not trying to do this forever I just wanted information on my daughter or The Butcher. You haven’t given me anything that got me close to him yet,” Amanda replied.
“What more do you want from me, I give you the police reports as I get them. Every time The Butcher attacks or any case that might look like it’s his work. Shit I could lose my job for that and we both end up in jail. You are supposed to play detective and put the pieces together. Every cop in the police precinct has been trying to catch this serial killer. You know the raise they would get the reward. I want that shit. Then you got other cops who just don’t care because the people he is killing are low income people in the hood. I’m from the hood, so I care,” Detective Nelson said.
“Yea, yea, blah, blah you sent me on a damn job and their people came and raped me and tried to kill my daughter. I don’t give a fuck what happens to me but her, she’s my fucking world. What kind of mother have I become to put her life in jeopardy because I want to find her sister. The shit I’m doing is like spitting in her face saying I love her sister more. Like her life matters more, so shut up and follow mommy down this road. This shit got to stop,” Amanda said as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“You got raped, when? What happened to the guy?” Detective Nelson asked.
“They’re in the Dodge Challenger behind us, I killed them and stuffed their bodies in the car, gonna drive the car and leave it on the Westside,” Amanda replied knowing she could tell him about the murders. He normally cleans up any mess she leaves behind to cover her track.
“I’m sorry about that, how’s Zaria? Is she okay?” Detective Nelson asked.
“No, she’s traumatized as she should be from seeing the things she’s seen tonight. It’s why I need to stop this and face the fact that my daughter Crystal is gone. I’m never gonna find her and I can never find The Butcher,” Amanda said while trying not to cry.
“You just can’t give up on your daughter like that, how would you feel if she is alive and The Butcher slips up and when he does, we will have him,” Detective Nelson.
“Naw, you just saying that because you want me to do more jobs. This is Detroit where killers don’t get caught unless they did the crime around cameras or someone talks like a close friend or family member. The Butcher is too smart for that,” Amanda replied.
“I hear what you saying but take this, it’s more information on the case that happened two weeks ago. One of the girls was taken and everyone in the house was killed but the mother, and in the back was a strange case file that I think it’s related. Somehow, the family was found murdered, both daughters and son are missing. The only thing strange about it is The Butcher normally attacks in the city, but my gut tells me it was him,” Detective Nelson said and handed her a brown folder.
“Listen, I’m sorry for what happened to you tonight, make sure you set the car on fire, in fact let’s do it now,” Detective Nelson said.
“But Zaria’s in the house by herself, I’m scared to leave her,” Amanda replied.
“You want to get her or we can do this real fast and be done with it?” Detective Nelson asked.
“No, let’s make it fast,” Amanda said and hopped out his truck and got into the Dodge Challenger. The keys were on the seat, she drove ten minutes to the Westside and found a block with nothing but abandoned homes and hopped out. Detective Nelson opened his trunk, Amanda walked to it and grabbed the red gas container and poured gas all over and inside the Dodge Challenger. She lit a match and tossed it in. She hopped back in Detective Nelson’s truck and opened the file he gave her and started reading it. “So the mother’s alive, I wonder if she remembers anything. She said he drove off in a blue car, it doesn't say what kind of car? Amanda thought to herself. “Did the wife that lived, did she tell anyone what kind of car The Butcher drove off in?” Amanda asked.
“What we know in that file right there. I think she was bleeding out. From the story she told, the whole family put up one hell of a fight. That was something he wasn’t expecting or wanted any parts of. The wife is kinda like you, strong fighter type, she’s not gonna stop looking as well,” Detective Nelson said as he pulled over and parked. Amanda looked up to see she was in front of her house. “See I told you it would be fast and it’s not good for your eyes to read in the dark,” Detective Nelson replied.
“Why do you act like you care? You could be cool sometimes but then it’s always about money and ass when it comes to you. Why is that?” Amanda asked. She’s been trying to figure him out for two years now, from the moment he took her daughter’s case. He was an asshole and dressed like a pimp or a church deacon but when you needed him he would come through. Everyone in the neighborhood knew him and he wasn’t trying to lock you up unless you was on some dumb shit or gang war.
