Title: Grimey bitch
Description: We slowly pull up to another stop sign on a quiet street. I continue to rub my hands through her ponytail as I look over at her. "No, I will have this job and they gon' love me. I'll be the best Krystal they'll ever know." She looks over towards me not smiling as she says with trembling lips, "What...do you...mean?" With one shove of my hand I slam her face into the steering wheel, not once, or twice, or three times, but four or maybe five. I lose count as blood oozes out her nose, mouth and eyes. Her body stops shaking and sudden the car starts moving slowly forward as she takes her foot off of the brake. I reach over placing the car in park quickly. Removing my other hand from the back of her head, I look around on the quiet street, not seeing anyone in sight. Tossing my book bag into the backseat of her green Toyota, Camry, I lean over grabbing her, pulling her lifeless body over toward the passenger's seat. Opening the passenger's door I get out, placing her in the seat I just escape from. With her head slouched down, I close the door and run around to the driver's door. Opening the door, I look down seeing all her blood splashed on the steering wheel.
Subjects: Murder, African American women, Impostors and imposture, Orphans, Revenge, Fiction