Rescued **** Chapter Thirty-Seven

Davinda's muffled screams only fueled Daddy's violent rampage, he struggled in an attempt to get between her legs, she still wore underwear, I could see them detached on one leg but still around her other thigh. She laid on the scuffed wooden floor. He stood straddled above her with his rusty dick hanging from his piss stained fly hole, her wrists were tied together with a homemade ligature, wrapped around the closet door knob. As he held his hand over her mouth she bit him between the forefinger and thumb and kicked him in the abdomen. He folded over but I could see the anger in his eyes, he looked like an angry dog at that moment. She stopped screaming and terror consumed her face when he stood up, she had fucked up. He hauled the fuck off and backhanded that bitch unconscious right as she glimpsed me in the doorway. I stood aside and held my breath. I heard his urine splash against her skin.

He had to go, that was all I could think. This was my father.

He was drunk and high as fuck, he stumbled around the room and had not heard her say

"Ha---"apparently because he still fucked her and scolded her while doing so by telling how she was going to cooperate when she woke up. I wanted to stab him right between the shoulder blades while he wrestled to support the dead weight of her leg. Why hadn't she woke up through all of the abuse he rendered? His climax sickened me. It sounded as if he howled like the hell hound he was.

I knew that muthafucka had abused my son, and Kerri would pay for it more than he would. They both would suffer, she already had! As I stood against the wall I tried to press back the tears, they just poured between my fingers and rolled to the sleeves of the hoodie I had worn. He had silenced my son after sexually abusing him. I thought back to all of their encounters since he'd been born but had been so tied up into pleasing Redd I wouldn't have noticed anyways. He had to pay.

The door didn't open, he never emerged. Instead I heard him snoring. I looked again and he laid face down beside Davinda, her eyes had opened but she stared into space, bloodshot red. She needed help, her foot twitched and her chest rose and fell rapidly. I had known the house phone was still in service and as his snores echoed down the hall I went to the box, got the underwear and dialed 911. When the operator inquired of the emergency I hung up and left the underwear on the receiver.

I walked to alley where I had parked and left the scene. Gunshots rang out as I drove away from the Queensboro street. I returned to the casino hotel and watched the news. I attentively viewed every segment and they never covered the story. I felt so defeated. I could not even fight for my son even after his death. Redd was such a bitch especially if he had known, he didn't even have the balls to avenge his son's death and he was his spitting image. His mother had birthed a bitch and she had to have known, nobody knows a muthafucka like their own mama. All the signs, I should have known, he never took showers and preferred bath milk. He liked soft shit like fuzzy slippers, and always bought unisex fragrances. The sex had been amazing though.

How could the police have not responded to the hang up? Had the 911 operator even called the number back, wasn't that protocol? I decided to dial Daddy's number, the muthafucka answered on the first ring, sloppy drunk. I worried for Davinda. He would kill her if she wasn't already dead. As I watched the news, I became so furious, I kept calling from the hotel phone and hanging up to keep him occupied, Nikki looked at me in confusion as she covered the smoke detectors. Her lips moved but I hadn't computed that shit she was talking all I knew she was having the time of her life and I thought back to how I reacted to simple luxuries when Christy had introduced them. He refrained from answering the calls, I called and called until he decided to remove the receiver from the dirty beige outdated cradle. I was getting so upset, I was about to explode! I had to go save Davinda, and now needed Nikki's help. She blazed up, holding up some dresses to her body in the mirror.

"Ride with me," I said. She happily agreed.

I drove back to Queensboro, this time pulling in the yard. I'd known he had saw the underwear and wondered what his thought process was. I sent Nikki to knock, she held the storm door and waited for him to answer. I waited by the back door and felt the wind tunnel when he opened the front. I twisted the knob and went in to untie Davinda. I had killed the engine and told her to lift the hood. The money hung from the outer pocket of her cross shoulder bag. "Let me put on my shoes," he said. I stepped in the appliance lacking laundry room beside the kitchen, he retrieved the weather worn loafers and exited the front door.

I ran to the bedroom where Davinda yet laid on the floor, her head now facing the opposite direction. Had she moved? I untied her hands but knew she had no fight. I had to carry her, and it wouldn't be easy I had given birth 9 weeks prior. She was not a small junkie. He had her wrists tied with several ligatures, I picked up a knife he had been threatening her with and sawed. Her hands hadn't had any blood circulation in a while, her palms had darkened but she was breathing so I knew she was alive still. "U got to fight, I said. She moved her lips but said nothing, I knew she could fight and we didn't have much time. With all my might I picked her up on her feet and dragged her to the kitchen as Daddy's voice carried. I had told Nikki in 10 minutes drive to the alley, I would text her but I left the phone in the car. She was barefoot and I could not possibly support her weight and keep her feet up, I hadn't had time to look for her shoes. She moaned, I advised that bitch to shut the fuck up. Finally she opened her eyes to focus. I saw a bit of relief and knew I was her savior at the moment but I didn't have a plan. If Nikki drove away he would return inside and see Davinda gone. "U gotta walk!" I told her, she understood but just didn't have any strength. I laid her down halfway to the alley and ran back to the side of the house and got Nikki's attention. He told her she could come in and wait on a tow truck, she said she would try again. It started, as he angrily tried to convince her to stay to make sure it didn't stall again, she threw a twenty dollar bill at him and drove away. He stumbled trying to get the money from the ground, it had been time consuming. I ran back to Davinda, grabbed her under the arms and pulled her toward the alley. I soon saw the Impala's headlights. I got in the backseat, pulled her in my lap and instructed Nikki to drive. She hadn't known what the fuck was going on, in a panic she inquired about the nearly lifeless woman in my lap. Her face was so bruised and lip so busted it had turned inside out. She was naked still, only a shirt I assumed she had worn the day he abducted her. The underwear had come off in the grass. I told Nikki to drive to the Emergency Room entrance at Willis Knighton, I ran inside and got a wheelchair. "Hazel?" It was Angela, I had no time to talk or wonder but told her I had found the lady laying in the grass by the alley. I said I was on the way to visit Daddy and saw her. She had known somehow it was a lie but assisted me with putting her in the wheelchair. I went back to the hotel and waited for the news.

The next day before I checked out of the room I called the prison to see if I could visit Christy. I wanted to know if the lawyer had come to see when she would go to court for a reduction. I entered through the visitor doors and waited. Mr. Shonda sat behind the visitation window. I hated that bitch but she had seen me so I couldn't turn around. She asked for ID. FUCK! I gave it to her and told her who I had come to see, she kept the ID and gave me access to the visitation door. I walked down the long hall and thought about what I had told Nikki. If I'm not out in an hour call and see what my charges are. My heart pounded as I entered the women's visitation room. I waited for someone to roll Christy to the window, but instead cell G36 opened and she walked out.

She limped slightly, but I cried as she sat down and reached for the receiver. She'd lost so much weight and I had so much to tell her in 30 minutes. I also told her I may be back there with her if I had a warrant. I loved that bitch to death. Her husband was dead, I'd known she had found out but I wouldn't mention it at all, I would allow her to bring it up. She smiled but hadn't seemed the same, how could she. She'd lost her babies violently and I had contributed to her losing the last one.

"What made u call me that morning?" She had asked during the conversation, also "How did the bondsman know I was in Texas?"

I could answer neither question. Tobias had come and she said he was trying to get her out but she was a flight risk. Her father had passed and they had not allowed her to go to the funeral, it was eating her alive. We shared our recent mishaps but she spake hopeless. She had gave up and was facing life. Finally she mentioned Lamont. "They are investigating his death."

"What happened?!" I asked.

"The same day u were in the tornado, he was killed."

How the fuck had she known I had been in the tornado? Had Tobias told her? How had he known, if Twan hadn't? Or had he, he'd definitely said they would not let him visit me. Maybe he had cared. Her spirits were a little better than they were at first toward the end of the visit. I told her I would be back, and I would. I'd write and send everything she needed until she was free. Before I left she said, "Twan ain't safe."

How the fuck did she know about the free world? "I'll call u," she said. "What's your number?"

I gave it to her, she was good with numbers. She would call once and I would await instructions to be able to accept the rest of the calls, she could call all day everyday if permitted. She informed me she still had a bullet in her back and would never get pregnant again. I knew she was losing her mind and I had to help. The lawyer had come but she had one who had filed for bond reduction. She would have to stay in the country if she bonded out again. That was all up to the judge. The life insurance would pay out after the investigation was over and she had not known about the second beneficiary nor did she know who he was. She waited on the auto payouts.

We touched the window and said our goodbyes, I exited the visitation door happy I had finally saw her. I wondered which bitch she was licking on. As I approached the visitation window in the lobby, Mr. Shonda stood up and exited the door with my ID in hand. "Givens, u have a warrant."