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DEEP STORIES
2
written by
Aliyo Momot
BLING, BLING, BLING
WRITTEN BY
ALIYO MOMOT
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Dwayne at the Salon: - The sound of the repair work at the garage was audible, alongside the heavy beat of the blaring hip-hop music. Dwayne’s eyes were heavy with fatigue. He kind of understood that the weather was a little warm and it was time to fly out of los angeles
. The boss who wanted more tasks done, had requested for an additional hour of work. Dwayne pulled his hat over his droopy eyes and slipped out of the garage. He could tell that the party that night would be very wild and a long drawn out one. He had invited his family and friends over, to celebrate his 22nd birthday, that night. Could he actually keep the appointment? As he drove from the regular parking lot, the thought of canceling the party kept entering his heart.
The car was moving at only 50 kilometers per hour. Dwayne stopped at the side of the path and alighted from his vehicle. He headed for the salon. He badly needed a smooth and smart haircut. Dwayne was eager to chat with double D, the boss’s assistant. He used to finish all the deals that the boss brought in. He had earlier envied him, but later saw what he had gone through and his plots behind the salon. Everyone knew he was rich, only the women and the cops weren’t that sure.
Dwayne: I am back at the shop again. You are still the mean old double D, with all the talk underneath your mask. I am very tired, man. I sense some pain here.
Double D: What pain, ah? You mean some crying? I have never done that actually for some days. My eyes are just watering. How is your hood?
Dwayne: The boys are all there, wanting to get their butt on the right stool. They need a fashionable haircut. I need a haircut too, just a cut and nothing else. No honey, no talk.
Double D: I am sure you got some brown this morning. I promise keeping your rules. Do you know that Easy called and dropped something? He said that he was sure that the cars were tailed.
Dwayne: Drop that. I said “no talk”. Honey, please be cool.
Double D: You can’t shut my mouth. I have a very powerful voice. I don’t want to be in the midst of the heat. Tell your boss that I can’t take anymore, until he talks with the boys.
Dwayne: Talk about this some other time, not now, else your salon work will get disturbed and also my hair will get spoilt. Boi was got caught the other night, while passing some information. The walls are all bugged. We are hardly safe.
Double D: We will talk later. Keep your head straight for now.
Double D grumbled softly while he cut Dwayne’s hair. In a short while, he had provided Dwayne a neat and attractive hairstyle.
Dwayne: I am going now. I am quite tired. I will come and talk with you tomorrow in the boys’ room. Keep the change. Off I go.
Double D: Hey man, watch your moves. I heard you just obtained a brand-new Mercedes. You are aware that you should keep a low profile. The rival gang boys are watching you.
Dwayne: I know I am a hustler. I either drive or die trying. Keep your opinion to yourself, I am leaving. Keep your advice for auntie. I heard that your wife is pregnant. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Junior will arrive soon, oh my Gosh!
Double D: She is coming here soon. I pray you wait here and give her some advice.
Dwayne: I am going right away. Be at peace!
Dwayne Waylaid: - They hugged and Dwayne left the area. He glanced ahead and was sure that the street appeared a little different. He had received a threatening letter some days ago. Dwayne walked closer and entered his vehicle. At once, the Bloodhood gang struck there. As Dwayne was entering the Mercedes car, a hail of bullets ripped it apart. He could tell that it was gone. A bullet whizzing past, injured his arm.
Dwayne steadily dragged himself out and saw a policeman approaching, to help. Dwayne was afraid, knowing that some dope was in his car. He greeted the officer. The thought of help made Dwayne smile, even with a gunshot. He was aware that he had to slip out of the scene, with his injured arm. As he crossed the road, he heard the cell-phone ring. Dwayne briskly entered the nearby crowded lane of LA City. He believed that the Bloodhood gang was really after his clique. The phone beeped again. This time he took the call.
Dwayne: Hello, who is that?
Kelly: I am tired of moving around the city, without seeing your rear.
Dwayne: I have just faced an attack from the horrid Bloodhood gang. I believe they are after the dope. I think they want to eliminate some of our men.
Kelly: Hmm, the other night, I saw your uptown girlfriend talking with Hall, the boss of the Bloodhood gang. He kind of exited the club, with your beauty. Your cuddly babe is gone ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Dwayne: Shut up, you nutcase. I told you a week ago, not to mention those nasty jokes. Anyway, thanks for the information. Tell the boss that I am injured and we need to talk.
Kelly: I will do that. I need some help. My girl needs a little white stuff. Can I have some? I just need it for the weekend.
Dwayne: Okay just stop now. I am getting off here. I will get back to you later. Now I am simply exhausted.
Getaway Idea, Rendezvous and selling short: - The phone conversation stopped and Dwayne headed to get a taxi. He gazed and noticed that the cabs were all busy. As he waited, he could observe that the bleeding was increasing and he was alarmed. He swiftly caught a taxi and left the region. While in the cab, his phone rang again.
Dwayne: What’s up?
Double D: You can tell it’s my number, you crack head. What are you up to? I got some really bad news.
Dwayne: The day is very awful. I just got shot by a Bloodhood gang shooter. I require some protection. Can I stay over in your apartment, for tonight?
Double D: We desperately need protection. I just received the information that Boi has spilt the beans. The creep! He blurted to the cops that we were behind the car theft. We are on the Wanted List. I believe we have to sneak out of the state or the country.
Dwayne: How can we slip out of this city? The police won’t let us get away. LA is a Police State. I need to have my passport.
Instantly, Dwayne dug into his pocket and was relieved to find his passport. He heaved a sigh.
Dwayne: I have my passport. I am driving to your residence now. Let’s get together and plan a snappy getaway. Hopefully, we can fly out within the next 12 hours.
Double D: Hey buddy! Wait at Chevron post. I will be charging there. Note carefully, talk with no one, that’s rule one. Two, get your face covered up a bit. I will be right there, in just five minutes.
Dwayne: Catch you man. I am getting closer.
Dwayne ended the call and asked the cabdriver to drive to Chevron post. Soon, Dwayne reached his destination and alighted from the taxi. He was gazing around, feeling very tired. The pain was gradually reducing. He knew he might lose this arm, if he continues all day, without any medical aid. The phone rang again, this time it was his girlfriend Shorty.
Shorty: Hey, Dwayne. I have been missing you. Where the heck are you?
Dwayne: I am at home. I was sound asleep before you rang up.
Shorty was communicating with the police. She whispered to the police officer, next to her.
Shorty: He is lying.
Dwayne: I was told that you have started hanging out with the Bloodhood gang again. Why are you doing this to me?
Shorty: I was being blackmailed and I needed to do this to save your skin. The gang boss threatened maiming you, if I refused dating him. I have no alternative, other than protecting you. Anyway I love him. He is better than you in bed. I can clearly say that.
Dwayne: What the hell you talking about? I got no time for this flippant talk. Kiss your butt, I am hanging up.
Dwayne finished the call. His heart sank, wondering what had gone wrong with his ladylove. He could still recall when Boi told him about using a Viagra on her. Dwayne now realized that he must have failed as a man.
The Great Escape and Firing: - He then glanced around, and saw Double D cruising in. with his pathfinder vehicle.
Double D: Get into the truck man! I am fed up with LA City, what with the police hanging around everywhere.
Dwayne: I am tired too. Shorty is just running around like a crazy babe. She said that she is sleeping with the Bloodhood gang boss. She said that he is better in bed. What the heck? All hell is loose. I think I can kill her for that.
Double D: She is just an unreliable girl. They are all the same. What they think about always, is sex, not love. She has got no love for you.
Dwayne: I am out of her clutches. I am quite sick of her crack head. She smokes like crazy and blows the pot like a trumpet, I mean just takes in the dope like that.
Double D: Look ahead; there is a van right in the way. I guess we are in for a head-on collision.
Dwayne: I am all set, man, just want to get Matt out of the scene. I am tired of his game. He is the boss of the Bloodhood gang and not my clique.
There was some crossfire and it became very nasty. Double D was shot right in his left shoulder. At once, Dwayne took over the wheel and they drove past. After some miles, Dwayne asked him for the phone.
Dwayne: Where is your telephone?
Double D: It’s on the seat there, take it.
Double D was in severe pain. Dwayne took the mobile phone and flung it out into the shrubs nearby. In the meanwhile Shorty was busy talking with the FBI and trying to locate Dwayne.
Shorty: 74211, there is no identifiable destination. I think they are heading for the Mexican border. I think suspect is in mile 6 direction – Monica. Identification is done, over.
74211: We are there, no lives lost. 651112, nobody is around. The birds have flown. Possible direction is Monica, approved. You heard me? Over for now...
Shorty: Good! Move on, 74211, strike the next location. There is no sign of the credit card anywhere. I am watching. Off I go. I will be back soon.
74221: We are on the move. Catch you later.
The Motel and Zoom-out: - Dwayne pulled the vehicle closer to a motel. He was aware that double D needed urgent treatment. He hurriedly parked in the space nearby. Dwayne walked with double D and entered the reception hall.
Dwayne: Got a room?
Motel man: All the rooms are booked. You can only use the restaurant. We have delectable meals.
Dwayne: This is an emergency. My friend here needs medical aid. Are there doctors here?
Motel Man: There is only a visiting doctor. He comes every Friday, at 10pm.
Dwayne anxiously glanced at the clock and then slowly sighed in relief.
Dwayne: Holy Jesus, we are here, at the right time. I know God is good.
The motel man looked at him with amazement, as he held Double D close. Dwayne gazed behind and spotted a man entering the motel. He could tell that he was the physician. He briskly entered the lobby, and straightway treated Dwayne and Double D.
Doctor: Your wounds are gunshots. How did both of you get into such a dreadful crossover?
Dwayne right away lied, hardly batting an eyelid.
Dwayne: We were shot at, by a gang of thugs and we are very desperate, knowing that they might strike this motel any minute.
Doctor: You better start leaving the place. I can make out that you chaps are running from the cops. I am not a police officer, but I advise you to swiftly escape.
At once, Dwayne and double D returned to the truck and drove away from the region.
Shorty: The guys used their card. They fell into the trap. 74211, these folks are holed up at the Broadway motel. Strike straightaway.
74211: We are hitting there shortly. The FBI sleuths would be reaching there any moment.
Dwayne observed that the pathway was becoming very dark. His arm was aching as well. He felt that he needed rest. He stopped the truck at the side and then got some food from the little bag.
74211: No trace at all. They have vanished, quite out of reach.
Shorty: What the hell. Why, why, why? What are you chaps doing? I am kind of fed up.
Shorty dropped the phone and stomped out of the office. She entered her boss’s cabin.
Shorty: Lots of misses. We have to be there. Those cops can’t nab those slippery creatures.
Boss Humphrey: Tell the FBI force to fire from the air. The guys should have been followed.
Shorty: I heard that they are on an off-road track.
Boss Humphrey: Who said that?
Shorty: A doctor confirmed it, in my page. I am checking it now. He said that the motel is in an off-road area. They are using that way out, towards the Mexican border.
Boss Humphrey: Tell the air force personnel right away. Hit them fast.
Shorty exited the office, went to her computer and started working.
Shorty: 74211, are they still out of reach?
74211: They are in view now. We saw them on an off-road track and are about to strike. They are about five miles from the motel. The truck is parked at the side of the pathway.
Duo in the Woods: - Dwayne and double D instantly noticed the light of the copter and decided hiding in the nearby shrubbery. As they ran for cover, in the night, bullets were sprayed around them. Rapidly, they charged into the open woods. Dwayne glanced at Double D. They kept walking for awhile and finally noticed that the gunshots had stopped. Dwayne walked further and both fell into a trap.
Shorty: 74211, were they caught?
74211: They ran into the forest. We think that they might enter any trap and be killed. We are watching.
Shorty: Watch well. We mustn’t fail this assignment. Tell the backups to be alert.
Dwayne looked and observed an old man right in front, who was armed. As Dwayne and double D ran, they fell into a little cubbyhole. Dwayne noticed that Rihanna was there, with a gun gazing at them.
Rihanna: What the hell are you doing here? You appear very tired and wounded.
Dwayne: We are being pursued by the police.
Rihanna: Oh, the police! You are afraid of the police. Are you criminals?
Dwayne: We are sort of, not really the definition as you think. We need your help. Please do help.
Rihanna pulled out a little pad and started working on it.
Rihanna: What is your name, by the way?
Dwayne: Dwayne, the little Dwayne.
Rihanna: Dwayne what...?
Dwayne: Dwayne Jackson.
She worked on the pad and called out to him.
Rihanna: You are shady characters in the city, on the Wanted List. Come with me.
They all entered the hut. She automatically operated the place, and they straightaway fell into a lower part of the hut. Abruptly, Rihanna heard a noise. She glanced through her little monitor and noticed five men at the door.
74211: Over, there is a hut which looks grimy and out of use.
Shorty: Go in and check it out.
74211 moved around and ordered his men.
74211: It looks dusty. There is no life in here, let’s go men.
They all moved out of the woods. Rihanna heard the voices and was glad that the hut wasn’t broken into. She walked them all into a small room, with few gadgets.
Border Crossing Venture: -
Dwayne: Are you walking with the government?
Rihanna: I am a lonely gangster and working on different projects
Dwayne looked as she worked at the computer.
Rihanna: We will be out this night. We can get past the border. You guys are lucky. I am your angel.
Rihanna laughed and walked into a part of the hut.
Dwayne gazed and could tell that double D was gradually falling asleep. Dwayne woke him up and later they headed for Rihanna’s truck. They talked as they walked.
Rihanna: Double D, you appear very quiet. I don’t talk with homies like you. You got a woman. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I like you.
Double D: Thanks, I like you too.
Dwayne knew that she was different and wondered why she acted so.
Rihanna: Are you married, Dwayne? You look my type. You kind of pulled me out. Take a beer, from the bottles underneath. Drink a little; it will help your wounds. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Oh my Gosh!
They kept moving and the music of 50cent was on the radio.
Rihanna: I like 50, but I need that, hmm, not too soft and not too hard. I play him always and I like him sometimes. Cool music.
Dwayne: He is good, really good, my best
Rihanna: Ha, ha, ha. Take a sip of the drink, man. Dwayne, do you like a cigar?
Dwayne: Not now, I am sorry.
Rihanna: Are you chickened out? Smoke and forget all the problems. I learnt to be strong and fight my way through life.
They had traveled about 25 minutes and it was time to cross the border. She gazed and observed the border light. She calls this her ‘safe-way’ to Mexico.
Rihanna: There is a light ahead. I think it is the border. I know them all.
Rihanna drove close and observed that it was the FBI. She quickly changed her gears and drove back very fast.
Rihanna: Get ready, run out of the truck.
They all ran deep into the woods. There were gunshots, but Rihanna, Dwayne and double D escaped somehow. Finally they were walking in the dark, and decided to take a rest.
Rihanna pulled a matchbox and lit a little shrub. As she peered into
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Aliyo Momot
Bildmaterialien: book rix
Lektorat: aliyo momot
Übersetzung: aliyo momot
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.01.2013
ISBN: 978-3-7309-0837-2
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