Excerpts for Thirsty
As I nervously climbed those winding stairs with my baby .380 clutched tightly in my sweaty palms, I could feel beads of sweat trickling down between my breasts. With each step I climbed, my heart beat like jungle drums and felt as if it would leap from my chest at any given moment. Regardless, I knew I had to still my nerves, but I also knew there was no turning back! I'd decided that today would be the day I'd make this nigga pay for all of the pain and anguish he'd put me through.
As I neared the door to his home office I could hear the familiar melodious sound of his money counting machine as it rhythmically spit out bill after bill. I was hoping that I'd rocked him to sleep during our time together so he'd be totally oblivious to what I was about to do. I was also hoping that he'd gotten so comfortable to have left the door unlocked. He knew I had never disturbed him while he was in this room handling his business because I knew a man needed his space from time to time. But today, his space was about to become mineas well.
When I was directly in front of the large, oak door I stood there and silently prayed my nerves would allow me to carry out my task. Hell, it's not every day a sistah's about to catch a damn body!
A million and one emotions began to well up in me all at once. So suddenly, that it felt as if they were colliding and toppling over one another. I tried with all the restraint I could muster up to hold back the tears, which were fighting to be released, but it was to no avail. My eyes lost the battle and the water sprang free. Mascara streaked down my chiseled cheekbones as the tears flowed freely.
Just the thought of how easily the man beyond this door had come icould happen when a man catches you at a vulnerable stage. I witnessed firsthand how a woman's mind can really get twisted.
After taking a deep, nervous breath I reached for the cold knob and was surprised to find it unlocked. I paused for a moment to muster up the courage I needed. With a trembling hand, I twisted the brass knob and hurriedly pushed the heavy door open just in time to witness this nigga's eyes almost pop out of their sockets as he looked up from his desk where he sat.
"Justice," he called out my name while staring in astonishment as I stood there in his doorway brandishing a pistol, looking like a crazed woman.