The egg in the back of my head ached, like a dull spoon digging through my brain. My eyes couldn’t focus on what seemed like a dark, badly-kept room, which smelt like piss. Dimming sunlight filtered through yellowed-blinded, and beneath the window, sat the black man, Turk.
I tried to speak, but only choked on my dry-throat. After a good hacking, i swallowed hard and force my voice,
“Where am I?”
“Oh, you nowhere, lil-girly” Turk replied.
“How .. how long?”
He looked a watch, “Few hours. I put a nice cocktail inta ya. Put you out fo’ a while,”
“Why?”
Turk laughed, “Somebody wants you outta da way, mah sistah,”
“I thought Marcus was the man?” I pushed.
“Who’dya think wants you outta da way. You pretty, but you sho’ is stupid. O’just too young.” Turk stood, cigarette burning at his lips. The smoke enveloped me as he approached, “You’d fetch a fine dollar on da corner as one of my bitches,”
He touched my face.
“Don’t touch me,” I scowled.
“Woo. we have us a killah”
“Best kill me, cuz Marcus is gonna die,”