Remy's Revenge

  Prologue

  Twenty-six-year-old, Reminisce "Remy" Kyle, laid in her queen size canopy bed, tossing and turning. For the past couple of hours, she'd been trying her best to catch up on her much needed beauty rest. Dressed in nothing but a pair of black laced Victoria Secret bra and satin panties that accentuated her dark, creamy skin, she tossed and turned as the red silk sheets stuck against her sweaty body, adding to her frustration.

  "Where the fuck this nigga at?" she mumbled under her breath before reaching under her silk pillow, retrieving her iPhone. Sliding her fingers across the arrow on her phone, she sighed in frustration when she notice she didn't have not one miss call from her boyfriend, Shemar, who was also the father of her one month old son, Jeremiah. It was three ‘o’clock in the morning and she hadn't heard from Shemar since two days prior. Even though this was far from new, Remy was finally fed up. Shemar, who was a notorious drug kingpin of one of Pittsburgh's notorious drug cartels, ignored Remy as she consistently blew his cellphone up. After calling him for the umpteenth time, Remy sighed deeply before a single tear cascaded down her cheek. Sliding her iPhone back under her pillow and tossing the silk sheets off of her sweaty body, Remy then spread her stallion-like, bold legs apart and slid her satin panties to the side before expertly massaging her swollen clit. Exhaling deeply, a soft moan escaped her lips as she continued to dip her small fingers in and out of her chocolate syrup. When she felt her body shake uncontrollably and her chocolate juices cascade down her inner thighs, she slightly smiled before turning on her side and drifting off to sleep.

  When her eyes were finally able to close, she heard the loud screams of her son coming from the next room. Sighing, she slowly climbed out of her bed before throwing her silk robe over her half-naked body. Her neatly pedicured feet slapped against the marble flooring as she walked into Jeremiah's nursery before taking him into her loving arms.

  "What's wrong, boy?" she asked as she cradled him into her arms.

  Running her freshly manicured acrylic nails through his curly hair, Remy almost melted as she stared into her son's bubble-like eyes that he inherited from Shemar. Jeremiah had smooth ebony skin, curly hair, and bubble-like gray eyes. Jeremiah was the splitting image of his father. The only thing Jeremiah inherited from Remy was her dark skin. As she watched Jeremiah drift back off to sleep, she heard footsteps coming from outside of his nursery.

  Thinking it was Shemar, the anger that subsided moments ago, resurfaced in a matter of seconds.

  "I'm so tired of this nigga cheating on me! Thinking he can just come in this bitch at four in the morning? Oh, he missed me with that bullshit!" she hissed under her breath as she placed Jeremiah back into his baby crib.

  With her lips curled, her eyes bloodshot red, and her hands in tight fists, she stomped out of the nursery like a five-year-old child.

  "Nigga, where the fu.... "

  "Bitch, shut the fuck up!" a young, light skinned man that was dressed in all black, said before wrapping his masculine hands around Remy's neck.

  Completely caught off guard, Remy's heart slammed into her chest as her eyes bucked in fear. Tears trickled down her cheek as she tried her best to get out of the strong choke hold the man had on her slim neck.

  "What...do..you..you...wa...want?"she said in almost a whisper.

  "Where the fuck is that bitch ass nigga of yours?" he asked in a low, raspy voice.

  "I...don't know," Remy continued to cry.

  Without warning, the man whipped out his chromed .9mm before slamming the butt of the gun into Remy's cheek, causing her to collapsed to the ground in pain. Slipping out of consciousness, the young, light skinned hustler smiled mischievously as he zipped down his black Dickie pants before whipping out his penis. Remy, who was still slipping in and out of consciousness, gagged at the foul stench of his urine that not only assaulted her nose, but also seeped down her throat, causing her to choke.

  "Bitch, you gone tell me where he is!" he spat venomously before bending down onto his knees and ripping Remy's silk robe and lingerie off of her body as if it were paper.

  Trying her best to fight back, tears blurred her vision as she threw punches everywhere onto the man's body, but it was to no avail. He wailed out a loud, demonic laugh as he watched Remy struggle to get him off of her. After a few minutes of trying to fight him off of her and realizing she was losing the battle, Remy finally gave up, allowing her body to go limp.

  "Yeah, that's a good bitch! This is what happens when your dumb ass nigga don't know how to listen! That motherfucker thinks he could just step on niggas toes and there don't be any consequences? That nigga think he's untouchable? Naw, fuck that! I'm gone show him who he fucking with!" the man said in a menacing tone, causing Remy to shiver in fear.

  Standing to his feet, he walked to a nearby corner, turned on the lights, exposing his face.

  "Shit, I didn't know you look that motherfucking good! I'm gone have fun doing this shit! I want to show your nigga he's not untouchable. First, I'm going to fuck you, then I'm going to kill you and that bitch ass baby of yours, feel me?" he continued to laugh as he pulled his pants completely off before forcing Remy's legs apart with his gun.

  Trembling in fear, Remy tried her best to avoid eye contact with his icy, hazel colored eyes. His body was drenched with tattoos and Remy noticed a small scar on his left cheek.

  "Please don't do this! Just take me! Please don't hurt my baby!" she wept, her chest heaving in and out.

  Ignoring her cries, the man twisted his mouth up before grabbing a handful of Remy's long silky hair and wrapping it around his wrist before he positioned himself between her legs and mercilessly forcing himself into her. Wailing out a bloodcurdling scream that quickly turned into a screech, Remy's insides felt as if they were tearing apart with each hard thrust and death stroke. Her loud anguishing screams were music to his ears, though. He loved the brutal hurting he was putting on her. Wrapping his other masculine hand around her slim neck, he smiled at the sight of her twisted body being tormented in the worst way. Quickly ejaculating into her, he pulled his bloody penis out of her before standing to his feet and fixing himself up. Remy, who appeared almost lifeless, stared to the ceiling in a complete daze, tormented by the pain she was feeling. When she noticed the man grab his .9mm from off the floor and disappear into Jeremiah's nursery, she was instantly brought back to reality.

  "No, please don't hurt me baby!" she cried hysterically."

  But it was too late. Before she even had a chance to grasp the whole situation, the sound of a single bullet rung out, changing her life forever.

  When he walked back into the hallway, his gun aimed at Remy he said,

  "What a waste of some good pussy. Shit, I'm sorry ma. But, this how the game goes. Fuck it,"

  he said before he pulled the trigger twice, causing two bullets to slam into her chest, instantly causing her world to go black.

  Chapter One

  Eight Weeks Later…..

  Remy woke up in her hospital bed, gripped with pain and fatigue. Her body trembled in fear as she glanced around the small empty hospital room, completely discombobulated. When she noticed the oxygen mask covering her nose and a hospital gown hanging off of her now petite frame, she tried her best to remember how she landed in that predicament. As she tried to sit up, she moaned in pain, feeling as if a three hundred pound beast was sitting down on her midsection, causing her chest to heavily heave in and out.

  “Damn baby, you up?” Shemar said as we walked back into Remy’s hospital room with a cellphone glued to his ear. “Yeah baby, let me hit you back, I’ll be over later,” Shemar bluntly said to the young girl on the other end of his cellphone.

  Dressed in a pair of Lacoste jeans that hung low off his behind, and a matching Lacoste shirt
, with a pair of Timberland boots adorning his feet, Shemar licked his chocolate lips seductively as he slammed his cellphone shut before walking over towards Remy’s hospital bed. Grabbing her by her petite hands, he gently rubbed it before planting a small kiss on her forehead. Weakly removing the oxygen mask from her nose, Remy took her time to inhale and exhale before she weakly glanced at Shemar

  “What happened…to..me?” she asked in almost a whisper.

  Swallowing the huge lump in his throat, Shemar glanced away for a second before staring down at his Timberland Boots and said,

  “About two months ago, I came home and shit and found you and Jeremiah shot.” Taking a deep breath, he shook his head as he continued. “Man, basically some nigga came into the crib rape and shot you, then they shot Jeremiah. You’ve been in a coma ever since.”

  Tears wailed up in Remy’s eyes as she slowly digested the words Shemar bluntly threw at her. She frantically closed her eyes, trying her best to remember the horrific events she just learned she been through, but it was to no avail. She had complete amnesia.

  “Where’s Jeremiah?”

  “He’s gone. We buried him a week after he got shot. He didn’t make it baby,” Shemar said as a single tear tickled his cheek.

  At a complete lost for words, Remy’s heart slammed into her chest as a slew of tears gushed out of her eyes. Trying his best to console her, Shemar wrapped his masculine arms around her upper body, causing her to moan in pain.

  “It’s alright, baby. I’ve been on this shit for the past couple of weeks. I’m gone get those motherfuckers who did that to y’all, I put that on everything I love,” Shemar vowed.

  At that very moment, all the pain in her heart instantly turned into rage as she fought and kicked for Shemar to get off of her. Ripping the oxygen masked from her face, she ignored the pain as she stood to her feet, completely paralyzed with anger.

  “I don’t remember a damn thing, yet. But I know this got your name written all over it. You done got my son killed, motherfucker?! Then you buried him without me?! You got me raped and shot? I don’t know how, but you, and whoever got to do with this gone pay!” Remy vowed as she weakly limped up to Shemar before glancing him into his eyes.

  “Fuck is wrong with you, bitch? You high off that fucking medication they giving you? That’s my son, too, bitch! Why the fuck would I have my own seed murdered you stupid hoe!”

  Hearing the commotion coming from the nearby room, a small crowd of doctors quickly ran into the room, completely shocked at the sight before them. When they noticed a weak and petite Remy standing to her feet with a murderous glare on her face, they instantly tried to lighten the situation.

  “Ms. Kyle you need to lie down and get some rest. You just had two bullets removed from inside of you, it’s best that you get some rest,” one of the doctors recommended as he started to walk up towards Remy.

  Remy, who continued to stare Shemar down, ignored the doctor as she then directed her attention towards a small glass vase that sat on a small wooden table, directly by her and Shemar.

  “Man, fuck this bitch, I’m out of here,” Shemar said as he clenched his teeth and started to walk away.

  In almost a blur, Remy mustered up all the strength she had in her before she grabbed the vase from off the table, picked it up and hurled it at Shemar. Hitting him directly in the back of his head, Shemar unconsciously collapse to the floor.

  “Get this man to the emergency room, now! Call security!” another doctor yelled before bending down onto his knees to check Shemar’s pulse.

  Like a thief into the night, Remy grabbed Shemar’s True Religion hoodie from off a nearby chair before tossing it over her small frame, and hauling ass.

  A half an hour later, Remy pulled up in front of the mini-mansion her and Shemar shared had together. Reaching into the True Religion hoodie, Remy pulled out a crispy fifty dollar bill before handing it to the cab driver. Exhaling deeply, she gathered all the strength she had from within her before walking into the large glass doors. Tears blurred her vision as small pieces of memory of her horrific attack slowly came back to her, little by little. She slowly walked up the wrap-around stair case before taking a deep breath. Walking to the end of the hall towards Jeremiah’s nursery, her heart raced, her palms were sweaty, and her soul went completely empty as she used the walls to help support her from collapsing. She tried her best to stay strong as she walked into Jeremiah’s nursery. It was the same way she remembered she had decorated it to her liking and perfection, but the only difference was that his baby crib was no longer there. Collapsing to the floor in pure anguish, she wailed out a low, agonizing scream as her body shook uncontrollably. After fifteen minutes passed and she was still on the floor, curled into a fetal position and completely numbed with pain, she finally decided to wipe her tears for the moment and get herself together. Weakly standing to her feet, her legs and knees wobbled uncontrollably with every step she took, but she kept herself from falling. Walking into the master bedroom that her and Shemar shared, she reached into the closet and pulled out her oversize Louis Vuitton traveling bag before going into her secret stash only she, not Shemar, knew about and stuffed the hundred thousand dollars into the traveling bags. Stepping out of the oversized hoodie, she walked into the luxury bathroom before turning on the jets of the Jacuzzi and slowly stepping in. Sighing, she moaned in pain and relief as the hot suds of the hot tub soothed her exhausted body. Throwing her head back in frustration, she tried her best to stop the continuous tears that were itching to escape from her eyes, but her eyes betrayed her as a slew of tears continued to gush out. She shook her head as Shemar crept into her mind. For the past three years of her life, she had given Shemar her all, catering to his every needs and sexing him like he wanted her to do. She been there even before he became a notorious drug Lord in Pittsburgh, before all the mansions, females, fancy cars, and money. Now that he had a little power, Remy felt unappreciated, betrayed, and hurt. The hate that she was starting to have for Shemar grew stronger each second, minute, and day.

  An hour later, Remy pulled her Mercedes Benz up in front of her best friend, Egypt, house on the Northside of Pittsburgh. Grabbing the travel bags that she not only packed her money in but also some of her clothes, she threw a pair of oversize Dolce & Gabbana glasses over her bloodshot red eyes and slammed her car door behind her. Dressed in an Abercrombie sweat suit that hung loosely off her body, Remy tried her best to keep her head up as she made her way towards Egypt’s front door. As she walked closer to her door, she ducked and dodged all the junkies, prostitutes, and hustlers that were staring a hole through her.

  BANG! BANG! BANG!

  “Who the fuck is it?!” Egypt yelled obnoxiously before swing her front door open, irately.

  Not noticing the frail, broken young girl before her, Egypt raised her eyebrow up suspiciously before folding her arms under her supple breasts and said,

  “Can I help you? This isn’t a fucking crack house!”

  “Egypt, it’s me,” Remy mumbled before dropping her bags and weakly walking up to Egypt.

  Caught off guard, Egypt’s mouth dropped in complete shock as Remy’s small frame collapsed into her arms.

  “Remy, what the fuck happened to you?” she cried as she rocked her best friend of twelve years, into her arms.

  Sulking uncontrollably, Remy’s words were barely audible as she tried her best to talk. Standing to her feet, Egypt carried her best friend into her living room before placing her small frame onto her leather couch before going back outside to retrieve her bags. Egypt was in utter shock as she glanced at her broken best friend. This was a shell of her old self and she didn’t recognize the girl before her. The Remy she knew was thick like a stallion, and strong, mentally, like a Goddess. But the petite, broken, and distraught girl before her was not the Remy she’d known most of her life. Taking a seat next to Remy, she wrapped her arms around her neck before cradling her head into her lap, trying her best to comfort her. After an hour passed and
Remy was finally all cried out, Egypt remained silent for a second before finally saying,

  “Remy? What the fuck is going on?”

  Turning to her side, Remy remained quiet as she discreetly tried to ponder ways she could just put herself out of her own misery. But when Egypt kept shaking her, snapping her out of thoughts, she nonchalantly said,

  “Jeremiah’s dead.”

  Completely caught off guard, Egypt’s eyes widened as she collapsed her hands over her chest. She shook her head in disbelief at the disturbing news she just heard. Aggressively grabbing Remy by her cheek and forcing her to glance into her eyes, she said through clench teeth.

  “What the fuck you mean he’s dead, Remy? When the fuck did this happen?”

  “Two months ago…Shemar told me some dude broke into our house, beat, raped, and shot me, shot my son and fled. I been a coma since, I just got out. I survived the shots, Jeremiah didn’t.” Remy continued to cry.

  “What? That motherfucker told me that you and Jeremiah were on a vacation!”

  Twisting her mouth up in disbelief, Remy glanced at her as Egypt stood to her feet and paced the floor. Nothing wasn’t making since to her at all.

  “Why would he tell you that?”

  “I don’t know. All this time I really thought you were on vacation. Where did you get shot at, girl?”

  Lifting up her shirt, Remy showed Egypt the fresh bullet-hole scars on her chest. Tears wailed up in Egypt’s eyes as she realized how much her best friend had been through and she wasn’t there for her at all. Taking a seat next to Remy, Egypt threw her arms around Remy’s neck as she apologized numerous times.

  “I’m sorry, sis. I feel so stupid, I knew there would be no damn way you would be on vacation that long without at least calling me. I wonder why Shemar lied about some shit like that. Do you think he had something to do with it?”

  “Yes, I do,” Remy admitted. “I don’t think he had something to do with it intentionally, but you know his reputation, anybody could’ve done this. I do know I want revenge on any and everybody that got something to do with this. I don’t give a fuck who it is,” Remy hissed.