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⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️
- Details/Mention of r*pe of an underage child
-**Extreme violence

guys, if you're squeamish please read this chapter with caution. with that being said, im sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

Ant POV

"There she go." Tyler points out the window on his end. I duck my head to see where he's pointing at and it's in the direction of a female in a pink sweater standing out the front of a corner store.

"In the pink?" I ask.

"Nah, next to her. In the red." He continues to point. I look at the female in red. Her back is turned to us, but if Tyler says that's her, then that's her. He's been tracking her for the past hour or something— that's what he told me. And if that's the case, this spot is not good at all. She around mad people. I know I'm taking a risk, but I'm not bout to be stupid about it.

Ty looks back at me, "You positive that this is what you want to do right?" He asks. This is like the fourth time he's asked me since I got in this car. I look out the window again.

Not on no personal shit, but I'm starting to get irritated now with him asking me the same shit. It's not that big of a deal but I said I'm sure each time. Nothing has changed since the last time he asked me like ten minutes ago. "How many times you gon ask me that," I mumble.

"I'm just making sure. I don't want you getting triggered by nothing and then you can't snap back; you know what I'm talking about," Tyler sighs, "You been doing pretty good so far, and personally I agree with what you doing, but you sure you wanna go back to this solution?"

I guess I could appreciate him being concerned for my well-being, but respectfully, I ain't concerned about that right now. I'm going to therapy soon, so if something is to happen to my train of thought, I'll be away from Cameron and I'll deal with it on my own and try to get better. Right now though, that's a non factor.

"What other option I got?" I ask him. What other option is there for a father, a father like me, to take when his daughter got raped? I woulda never went to the police in the first place, but even if I wanted to they gonna ask for proof that she probably don't have and just go on a long ass search for someone I could find by morning. So what other option is there? A grown ass man held my child down, and forced himself on her. Fuck do people expect me to do about that. Cry and rub her back while niggas get to be alive and do that shit to other little girls?

"It's seeming like this is the only one," he sighs, "I'm just thinking about your mental. That BPD no joke. But if you sure, then that's that. You know I'm with whatever."

"I'm sure," I say a final time.

Tyler nods and leans back in his seat, "Okay. So we gonna have to wait it out then and probably follow her because it's too many heads out there."

I just hope sitting here like this don't make me feel no type of ways, I don't have time to be dealing with no breakdowns or nothing. But Tyler is here, so I should be fine. "Yeah."

While we wait, Tyler tries to have a conversation with me from time to time but I can't pay attention or respond to him because all my focus is on Malaysia right now. My eyes been glued to her, watching her every move. It's stupid I still got to deal with her all these years later, but no more of that. That bitch done.

"You know we ran into her a couple months back. Cameron and I. Bitch work at five guys, and of course she was on the same shit she been on since we was kids, mad disrespectful to Cameron," Tyler says.

I didn't hear about this, "how?" I question.

"So first the bitch spilled juice on my shoes. I was gonna let it slide. But then when we was leaving, she ran out after us and started screaming about how you traumatized her for sixteen years and mad other shit. I was the one getting mad at first, and Cam was the one tryna pull me away. But then she was saying that Cameron and me are—her words mind you—me and Cameron are fucking on the low behind your back. Then she was like it don't matter because Anthony fucking niggas in prison. That's when Cameron got upset."

I don't know what kind of obsession she got with my family but she out her fucking mind, saying shit that no one is even thinking about. Me, doing shit with the next nigga—a man who isn't Cameron? Don't fucking disrespect me, bitch don't know shit about me or what I got going on. Fifteen years I was in there and I ain't never spoke to not one of them dirty ass niggas, Cameron knows that. But all of a sudden, just because she says so, I'm just suddenly attracted to niggas and doing shit with them left and right. Bitch a grown ass adult still spreading rumors.

And she don't know what Cameron and Tyler got going on either. I know what type of relationship they got. Man, I'm not worried about that shit or none of what she said. I know what we got going on, simple as that. "This was before or after Taleah?" I ask him.

"Right before," He sits up and looks out the window again. She must have been planned to set Taleah up through her sister before or after that happened. What my daughter got to do with problems she got with me or Cameron, I don't know. But I'll handle that.

We continue to sit and wait, and about twenty minutes pass of us just sitting in silence, with me staring out the window, keeping my eyes on her.

"Move bitch, damn. It's like 3am fuck is you doing," Tyler kisses his teeth. Time is passing, she not moving, and I'm sitting here starting to get irritated by sitting in this car. I stare straight ahead.

"After this, go back to Cameron's building. Ion want nobody driving me around," I say. Tyler got a lot of trust in this man up here, but I don't. I don't know him.

"Aight."

After another couple minutes of silence, Malaysia finally starts walking away from the group of people, alone. She probably getting ready to go home now. She not making it home to her kid, same kid she tried to say was mine, and it's nobody but her own fault.

"Go, go," Tyler tells the driver. He starts the car up and follows behind her once she reaches down the block. When she turns down a dark street, he goes in the same direction and starts following her closer. I wait until we're a good distance away, "Go head," I tell Tyler. I would've did it myself but she's on his side, and I know that he can move much faster than I can. He gets out and I look through the window just in case something happens.

Tyler grabs onto her arm making her turn around and stare at him, "The fuck?!"

He easily pulls her back to the car and pushes her in after I open the door for him. He gets in, shuts the door,  then immediately his driver speeds away. Malaysia is sitting next to me but I don't look at her once. If I do, all that's gonna do is make me start thinking and probably end up hurting her right off the back and fucking everything up.

"Is you serious right now? What the fuck are you doing? Nah," out the corner of my eye I see her taking her phone out, and instinctively I snatch it out her hand. I was going to break it and throw it out the window, but I'll do that when I'm done with her. I don't know what she got on there.

She faces me, "Nigga I will smack the shit out of you—Hold on. Anthony, is that you? Is this Ant?!" She leans forward and looks at my face, then gasps, "Nigga what, since when you come back home?! I ain't even recognize you." 

She continues to stare at me then kisses her teeth when I say nothing, "Oh so you still don't talk? You got this nigga scaring me, snatching me up making me think niggas tryna kidnap me, and you too shy to talk?" Malaysia leans back in her seat with a sigh, "Alright. So the fuck is the point of this then? Y'all not saying shit. Tyler?"

Like me, Tyler doesn't say anything.

"Where we going? Can y'all at least tell me that?" She asks. A couple seconds later, she lets out a sudden laugh, "Ohhh, oh okay. I get it now."

She swings her head around and looks at me, "I know you miss fucking some pussy after what, fifteen, sixteen years. I don't know why you still keeping up with this gay shit," she says. Tyler and I must be thinking the same thing because we look at each other at the same time. The fuck is this bitch talking about.

"That welcome home sex from what's his name must've been real disappointing," she laughs like she just figured me out. "Fat ass alone not cutting it, it just don't feel like no pussy. So where we fucking then?"

Tyler is the first to respond to her, "Yo you really delusional, dumb ass bitch," he says. I look back out the window. I'm need to stay as calm as I can before I end up breaking her neck in this backseat, for real. She still looking for reasons to talk bad about Cameron or my relationship with him. I got with a boy when I was eighteen years old and she still stuck on that like I'm fucking her. Bitch I will fucking kill you, I don't give a fuck about you or anything you offering.

"Oh boy, here go Cameron's side nigga," she sighs, "you better watch out for the two of them. Last time I saw them, they was holding hands walking out five guys and all up on each other."

Tyler kisses his teeth, "Yo—you know what, I'm not even gonna say nothing," He's sounding agitated now. He doesn't even need to get himself worked up for that bullshit. I already said I know what kind of relationship Cameron and Tyler got. End of story.

"Because you can't deny it. Nigga got famous and started doing shit behind your back. And wasn't there pictures released of y'all hugging and kissing in a car on that same day? Bitch, let me mind my business though," she looks at me, "Ant you got so much more potential than that. You could really get any bitch you want. You got a big ass dick. You mad fine, like. Do better. Camin done found a replacement for you already."

She need to shut her ass up, she talks too much. I'm starting to get into that headspace that makes me black out and I can't do that right now. To try and calm myself down more, I start clenching and unclenching my fists. I really should've got this over with when I had the chance. One of the few times I ever chose to spare somebody, and this is what they turn into. I ain't never doing no shit like that again.

"Can you stop? You're mad fucking annoying," Tyler says.

"Nigga you feeling hot because I'm exposing you? Why so defensive?"

"I don't care about what you think you exposing me for, but can you shut the fuck up. Bitch. Anthony is not fucking you. You know why you here, that's why you talking so much. You act like a fucking child, bro."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she says quietly. And just by the way she said that, I know she knows what he's talking about. Especially because she stays quiet the rest of the way.

"Pierre, you could drop me off here and go home for the night. Here," Tyler pays his driver when we pull up next to my car. "Keep everything."

"Thank you my friend, good night. You too, Anthony. Good luck and be safe," he says. Apparently Tyler has known this man for ten years. I have no feelings towards him, but if they known each other for ten years then he should know that I'll kill him too if I have to. So it would be best for him to not say nothing about this to nobody if he had planned to.

As I'm getting out, I pull Malaysia out the car with me and transfer her to the backseat of mine. If I didn't have my hand over her mouth, she would've been screaming for help. I close the door then get in the front seat. She starts her screaming but when Tyler gets in the backseat with her, the screaming stops. He must've covered her mouth.

As fast as I can, I speed out of Cameron's neighborhood.

"What's his name?" Tyler asks her.

I look through the rear view mirror as he uncovers her mouth and she gets to screaming again. So, she did all that talking back in the other car just to know exactly what she's here for. If she was trying to make herself look innocent, she didn't do a good job. "Yo. Scream in my ear again," he mumbles. She gasps all of a sudden. I see that Tyler got a gun pressed right under her chin. I look back at the road.

"Nigga what the fuck?" She says in a lower tone, now she sounding more scared than she already was.

"What's his name? You screaming like that's gon make us let you out," Tyler says. Like imma stop the car and say let her ass out because she scared. Dumb ass bitch.

Now she starts crying, "I don't know what you talking about."

Tyler taps me, "Bro take this. Now she getting me tight," he passes me the gun, "imma smack the fire out you bitch. Answer the question."

"Listen, all I know is one day Cameron followed me and attacked me out the blue, start screaming at me about setting his daughter up and shit and I didn't know what he was talking about. He dragged me through nasty ass water behind my building, you could ask him. And whatever he claims I said, he's lying. Because I clearly told him I don't know anything about anyone raping your daughter. He didn't believe me and still attacked me. I don't fucking know, I put that on everything," she rants.

"Call him and ask him if you don't believe me. I swear he attacked me. But he probably gonna say I said some shit I never even said. I told him, I don't know what you're talking about," she continues. I don't believe anything that she says, especially when it's about Cameron attacking someone, but even if what she saying was true, is that supposed to make me feel bad for her? Cameron could've attacked her for bumping into him, I don't give a fuck.

I look in the rear view mirror. Tyler looks through his phone briefly then shows her a picture, "who this?" He asks. He must be showing her one of the pictures I sent him earlier. It's the same ones Taleah was showing me.

Malaysia sighs, "That's my baby sister. Why? What? I know she friends with the girl, she ain't did shit."

"So my niece ain't get raped at your sister house after hanging out with her?"

She shrugs, "Ion know, I don't live with her. But she didn't do anything." I look back at the road again. She thinks something is going to come out of her continuing to lie. "Can you guys just let me go please?"

Tyler plays the video Taleah showed me where there's a male voice in the background with the two girls, "who is that voice? Who's T?"

"I don't know. I don't know why y'all keep asking me if I said—" She's cut off by me stepping on the breaks while in the middle of a street. When I said I felt myself starting to black out, this is exactly what I was afraid of. The sound of her voice, her coming up with all these lies, the shit got my blood feeling hot.

I'm not the nicest person to begin with, but I could really get like that, and that's the shit everybody around me including myself wants to avoid. I know this is what Tyler was talking about. I held myself back as much as I could have and I want nothing else but to put a bullet through her head now. I lean my head back on my seat and close my eyes, really trying to get myself from losing all control over myself. Tyler briefly squeezes my shoulder.

"It's either you tell the truth or this nigga gonna kill you. And you know he will," Tyler says.

"Anthony couldn't kill me years ago, and he still won't. I said I don't know, so I don't know," she says, still keeping this clueless act up. I won't?

Tyler sighs, "Okay. Ant you got her phone?"

I sigh deeply, and try my hardest to open my mouth and speak, it gets hard sometimes to form any thoughts or anything, "Yeah," I mumble.

"Aight, so she done right? Was tryna give you the benefit of the doubt," he lies. He know we was going to kill her from jump. I know what game he playing.

"Done? What you mean?" She says sounding panicked.

"What I just said, are you slow? You sitting here lying and now you shocked. I just said he's gonna kill you, you didn't care, so you done."

I open my eyes and Malaysia stares back at me as I stare at her through the rear view mirror, then she widens her eyes and her face drops, "Aight. This nigga is fucking crazy," she mumbles then hesitantly looks away from me, "why the fuck is this nigga looking like that?" She asks Tyler.

He looks at me through the mirror and sighs. "You should've told the truth," he shakes his head.

Malaysia looks at me again, her face now red. "Aight," she starts, "It wasn't even that serious though. It was just a little situation with my baby sister. Your daughter was thinking she was better than her or whatever because she always got expensive shit. Childish shit. When she was telling me about it, I knew who she was through you, and I was already mad from what you did to me, Anthony. So, I helped her, but it was just a prank my little sister came up. She was supposed to come to her house and then we was gonna act like a robber was gonna take her shit, to teach her a lesson. She had asked one of my baby fathers to act like it, but he went too far and had kicked the girls out the room and then did what he did to your daughter. They couldn't do nothing to stop it. I ain't have nothing to do with her getting raped, that was all on him. It was a mistake."

"You got her raped," Tyler says.

"No, I just said-" she looks at me again then sighs, "aight. It was a in the moment decision. My little sister, her friend and I just said put her with my baby daddy and he'll do what he chooses to do. We we never actually said rape her. That's just what he did, and it was a bad mistake. After it happened I told them we shouldn't have did that. I was the one who was saying like, yo that shit not cool she just a kid like it was supposed to be innocent. I even stopped talking to my baby daddy after that. For real," she shakes her head quickly.

"Who's this nigga?" Tyler asks.

She shakes her head, "What you gonna do to him? My son is two years old, I can't be raising him by myself. Just let it go. Sorry for what happened, but respectfully, your daughter good now. It was a joke gone too far, that's it."

"We know his name start with a T. We got your phone so we can find out on our own. So It's best if you just tell us now."

"If I tell you y'all gon help me raise my son? I can't afford to have no support again." She says.

Tyler kisses his teeth then laughs humorlessly, "Nah bitch, just say the name."

Malaysia whines a little bit then sighs, "Okay. Fine. It was Trevor. You remember him from high school? Wait nah, you didn't go to school with us. He was on the football team with Anthony. Anthony, you remember who he was? If yeah, then that's him. You can look through my phone if you don't believe me, as long as y'all keep y'all promise and let me go."

"You know a Trevor?" Tyler asks me. I search my mind for a second. This the same nigga who I almost killed for touching Cameron, not the one who I shot, this a different one. That was touching him while I had to leave school when I couldn't walk. I almost killed him, but I had to leave at the last minute. I remember.

I give Tyler Malaysia's phone to unlock it. First thing I do, I take the passcode off, then I go to her text messages and click on "Trevor". I read each individual one, and the obsession she got with my family is crazy. Cameron this, Cameron that, Faggot, Anthony, the twins, Tyler, faggot again. Not like I didn't know already, but it's clear she not as clueless as