Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(31)

“Where the f-uck is my sister?” Apple yelled.

Apple was poised and ready to strike again if needed, but Guy Tony’s friend quickly intervened, knocking the jagged tool from her hand and restraining her from doing any more damage.

Apple fought and cursed, creating a scene. “Get the f-uck off me! Get off me!”

Onlookers gathered to watch the activity from a distance, to see what would transpire next.

Guy Tony wiped the blood from his face while glaring at Apple. “You f*ckin’ bitch! What the f-uck you talkin’ about?” he shouted.

“You took her! Give her back! She ain’t got shit to do wit’ what’s going on wit’ Supreme and me!”

“We ain’t take ya sister! You done f*ckin’ lost your mind,” he shouted back.

Apple, squirming and fidgeting in her captor’s arms, had tears streaming down her face as she looked at Guy Tony with hostility.

Meanwhile, as more people gathered around the dispute, Guy Tony started to get nervous. Even though he was the one assaulted, he knew the police would most likely be more sympathetic to Apple and see her as the victim. Not to mention he had his .45 tucked snugly in his waistband. He had a long rap sheet and didn’t want to see Central Booking anytime soon.

He looked at his friend and said, “Let her go.”

Everyone looked at him with confusion.

Guy Tony repeated himself. “I said, ‘let her f*ckin’ go!’”

As soon as Guy Tony’s friend released Apple, she went up to Guy Tony and spat in his face, which was rapidly followed by a hard right-hand smack. “Where is she?” she continued, rage and anger devouring her. She had no proof that Guy Tony or Supreme had anything to do with her sister’s disappearance, but her gut wouldn’t let it go.

Guy Tony knew to keep his cool. There were too many people around watching. Too many witnesses that didn’t like him and would easily lie on him. He stepped back from Apple and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Muthaf*cka, don’t lie to me! You took her! You f*ckin’ took her!” Apple screamed, her accusations echoing off into the streets.

Guy Tony knew it was time for his exit. He ignored Apple and turned to get into his truck, but Apple wasn’t through with him. She lunged at him, grabbing him by his T-shirt from the back and stretching it until it tore.

“Yo, somebody get this crazy bitch off me!” Guy Tony shouted out.

A few hands pulled Apple free from Guy Tony’s torn shirt, and he kept it moving until he was in his truck and had the ignition started.

Apple screamed out, “He got my little sister! They kidnapped her! They took her!” She watched as the truck drove off, and her world slowly became a lot dimmer.

The police soon arrived, but the disturbance was already done with. Apple walked away feeling hopeless. Maybe Nichols did run away, she began to think. She moved through the projects slowly, vowing to continue her search no matter how late it got. Apple was determined to find out what happened to her little sister, and was hoping it wasn’t something she’d done that caused Nichols to suffer.

An hour past midnight, Apple stood lingering in front of her building, still drying her tears. The hope of her sister being home was a bust when she’d walked through her front door earlier and there was no sign of Nichols or Kola around. Only her mother was there, staring out the living room window, smoking a Newport, clutching a half-empty glass of vodka, her face looking like it had aged ten more years.

The two looked at each other, but no words were exchanged. Their look said it all. It was hard to even think of the worst.

Unable to remain in the apartment any longer, Apple went back outside to breathe and think of places where Nichols could be. She hadn’t heard or seen Kola in hours, but Apple was sure she was doing her part somewhere to help find Nichols.

Apple took a long pull from the cigarette as she looked around the projects. Paranoia had kicked in, so as far as she was concerned, everybody was a suspect. She thought about all of the jealous bitches that hated on her and her sisters for the longest time. She thought about the thirsty guys that wanted to sleep with her, those she’d turned down, sometimes in the worst way. She thought about her enemies from the past, the bitches she and Kola had jumped on, with the hair-pulling, face-scarring, skin-bruising, and clothes-tearing. They both were beasts on the streets when it came to having each other’s backs, even though at times, they were each other’s own worst enemy.

Apple took a few more drags and flicked the cigarette away. Then she noticed Kola stepping out of a burgundy Range Rover with fancy tires and rims. Kola exited the truck in her short skirt and sexy stilettos. Apple watched Kola come her way from a good distance, but she didn’t move from her spot. She knew Kola had put the word out on the street about their missing sister, and she waited anxiously for any kind of news.

Kola stepped up to Apple with a straight gaze. “Let me holla at you.”

Apple followed behind Kola, and the two met in the stairway of their building. Apple’s heart pounded with worry, thinking Kola had some bad news to tell her. She tried to brace herself for anything.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“What beef you got wit’ Supreme? And don’t f*ckin’ lie to me, Apple. I need to know.”

“He took Nichols?”

“We don’t know. But it’s funny how all of a sudden he got you in the stairway roughing you up, and then a few days later, Nichols is missing. What’s up wit’ that?”