Page 50 of This Is Law 3
There was a light in the room, but it was weak, and it made that annoying, buzzing noise. It kept flickering, but when it flickered, it would only get darker. For one second, it flickered again, but the room lit up for a little bit, and like some shit from a horror movie, when a figure pops into the screen that you weren’t expecting, that’s what just happened here. The lights flickered on, and I could see a figure standing in the corner of the room. Dressed in all black, with his hands down in his pockets, looking over at me.
“Zzzzzzz,” that’s the sound that the light was making, and after a second, it cut off, and it made the room pitched black.
I looked around, backing up a little bit, and when it flickered back on, this nigga was standing right in front of me. The hood was removed from his head, so I could see him clearly. The light flickered off again, and he disappeared. I stammered back a little bit, and when the lights came on again, he was now on the side ofme. I got a clear shot of his face, only for the room to go pitched dark again.
“Stop fuckin playing with me nigga” I roared, trying to keep my voice to sound normal, but deep down, I didn’t like this feeling of not being in control. That feeling of the lights flickering off, and on, not knowing where he was going to pop up next was the worst.
I heard him release a sinister laugh.
“Playing? Motha fucka, I’m about to kill you. Who’s playing?” he asked in a joking kind of way, and before I even had the time to process this shit, something pierced inside of me, getting me right in my stomach.
I didn’t have a clue what the object was, but it was sharp, and my hands reached down, holding my stomach. My hands were drenched. When the lights flickered on, I was able to look down and see the blood that was on my hands, along with the blood that had gotten on the floor. I looked up, and the lights stayed on for a while, and with that, Law was standing right in front of me, and he was smiling.
“I came here to disrupt,” he voiced, and this crazy ass nigga swung whatever the fuck he was holding in his hands, not giving a fuck where it landed.
He got me on my cheek, my ear, and my arm. I was leaking blood everywhere, and the lights flickered off again, making me almost tumble over, but I was able to catch it.
“Don’t fall nigga. Don’t die on me, yet. This shit getting fun,” and not even having a chance to respond, something came my way, and it was this nigga’s foot, kicking me right in my face.
I felt teeth fly out of my mouth, and my nose started dripping blood profusely. That kick sent me down on my ass, struggling to catch my breath.
“Get the fuck up! Motha fucka, get up!” he roared. The lights were back on, and he was in front of me.
“Fuck…. fuck you nigga!” I spat. He was bent down in front of me, and I could finally see the sharp object that was in his hand. This nigga had a machete in his hand, and that’s why I was bleeding like this.
“I been waiting on you to get out of the hole, nigga. Had that shit on my calendar, like I was counting down the days until Christmas. You just don’t know how much this day means to me, man. See, at first, I was going to let the niggas in here handle my dirty work, but I had to get in the field and do it on my own. You took my pops, and my grandma from me, man. Ain’t no way I was going to let another nigga kill you for me. I had to do it. I thought to myself, how the hell am I going to get into this jail, and kill this nigga? I was quickly reminded that I was, and will forever be that nigga, so it was easy for me to have my way,” he finished, and then he swung that machete again, this time, getting me right in my chest.
That’s the one that had me yelling out and hunching over.
“Yeahhhhh nigga! There it go! I need to hear the same screams coming from you that my mama put out when she found her husband dead on her front porch!” he released, swinging the knife again, striking me in my neck this time. My head went back into the wall, and my body was slumped over. I had no more fight left in me. My body was losing blood in so many places, so I physically couldn’t even stand up anymore.
“Why you killed him? Just answer me that,” he wanted to know, still right in front of me.
In this moment, it didn’t feel like I was looking into Law’s eyes. I don’t know if I was losing too much blood, and it was fuckin with my brain, but it felt like I was looking up at Knox.
Instead of angering him, I just groaned from the pain.
“That’s not the answer that I’m looking for,” he plunged the knife into the other side of my neck, and here I was, holding onto both sides of my neck, choking on my own blood.
“Tell me before you take your last breath,” he chastised the fuck out of me.
“I… was jealous… hurry up... and kill me nigga,” were the last bit of words that I could get out.
“Turn up in hell with your son when you get there. Good riddance, motha fucka. The world is going to be a much better place without you,” and with a total black out on his end, he proceeded to slamming that knife into every part of my body. The off and on flickering from the lights, matched the tempo that he was using to jam the knife into me.
My body went through every piece of torture that it could possibly go through until there was no fight left in me, and I closed my eyes.
I truly never thought that this day would come. I thought that this would be one of those things that I took with me to the grave. Nothing came as a surprise that Law acted on his own get back and didn’t get another nigga to handle his dirty work. He had his father’s blood running through his body, and I’d raised him up to be this kind of monster.
I guess that bullshit ass saying that they’ve been reciting for years about what’s done in the dark comes to the light is true. For years, I’ve always thought that that was some bullshit. I guess it wasn’t.
Chapter Twenty-One
CREED CRAWFORD
I was fresh out of the shower, walking back into my bedroom with a towel around my waist. My outfit for this evening was resting on the bed. Today, my parents were having a gender reveal, and they were doing it right outside in the backyard. Mind you, this was just going to be something small, and intimate. The only people that were going to be in attendance were me, my brother, my parents, my aunt Shai, my grandma, and Milan.
I’m thinking that since it was just going to be something small like this, all I would have to do was come downstairs in a wife beater, basketball shorts, and some slides, but my mama wasn’t having that shit. She got on my brother and I, telling us to go upstairs, shower, and put some nice clothes on. She was five months into her pregnancy, and these days, the smallest things would set her off, so I just got my ass off the game, showered, and I had a nice outfit on my bed fromCasablanca.
