Part 22

Part 22

I don’t know how long I was out, I have no clue where I am; but there’s one thing I know for sure, I don’t feel safe. Still unable to see and my ears are still ringing, coupled with major pounding in my head. The pounding sounds like three people using a jackhammer and there’s no shaking that. Where I was smelled familiar, the sweet smell of flowers, but the stale iron smell that comes from blood. My shoes, shirt, and plants are off. I could feel the cold concrete floor and feel the metal chair that I was tied too; I was being held in my own fucking basement. The only good part is, I’m not in the panic room which means two things; Matt isn’t involved and hopefully he’s not tied up with me. Otherwise if he is, he'll be my eyes, and we can get out of this situation. I’ve been in some jams before because of Matt but this one takes the cake. He throws a toddler’s tantrum and leaves me to deal with his mess myself. As I was thinking of all the “what ifs” that's swarming my thoughts, I started to feel light headed again, then blanked out. Within my semi coma dreams there was a long review of all of the notes that has been left for me to see, left to warn me about Matt but not once did I take notice, and do something about it. So, now I sit, going in and out of consciousness, tied down to a chair, reviewing my life’s past.

Not sure how long I was out this time but it sure as hell wasn’t long enough that the swelling in my eyes went down. The ringing and pounding has stopped, so I was able to make out full conversations. The sound of his voice and the heaviness of his walk when I was standing in the middle of the floor, I’m assuming was Tony. He was the heaviest out of the three. Greg, the smallest; is the one that attacked me with the knife. He was just too easy to strong arm him, so he’s dead. Aaron, the first one we grabbed is the one that tackled me from behind and he’s dead. So the only one left is Tony. I calmed my breathing to find out who he was talking too. He wasn’t downstairs with me,  but because I could still hear him I assume he’s on the phone in the kitchen.

“They killed them, all three of them, and then tried to kill me. No, I can’t afford to call the police. I have warrants myself for breaking into Tayvon’s crib and fucking him up. I need to get rid of these two white boys, there’s a room in the basement behind a wall. I don’t know how they got us in there, there has to be a special latch or something. Look mother fucker, get over here, and bring the crew.  If we can get that room open we can drag the bodies in there, clean up the blood, walk away, and let the cops handle it when they find them.”

There was a little more talking, but what he was saying wasn’t important at all until he started talking about the female that was here and how she snitched them out to us. Then I heard moaning and the chair scraping against the floor. Matt was in fact in the room with me. I needed to figure out how to get this tape around my mouth down so I could talk to him and ask him if he can see anything. Moving my lips back and forth, I can feel the pull of the adhesive; duct tape. Parting my lips as much as I could and slipped my tongue out to make the tape moist. I did that so much that my mouth started to paste up, so I had no choice but to work my lips back and forth while my saliva replenished itself. While I was doing that I started working on my right hand, twisting, pulling, and moving it from side to side to see if the rope he used to tie us down would loosen. Then I felt someone breathing on me, close to the side of my face.

“Bro, can you hear me?”

I nodded my head yes.

“I’m going to rip the tape off really fast, whatever you do; don’t scream. He's by himself, but he made a few calls before you woke up to have people come over to help him. You’re in no shape to handle anything, you can’t see, and by the looks of this leg, it doesn’t look like you'll be doing any standing. I’ll handle it, I wasn’t here to protect you because I was being an asshole and I’m sorry, but this time you follow my lead.”