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Bishop barks.
    â€œGrab her feet and pull her out this way,” Novell, I think, shouts.
    When he grabs the bottom of my foot, I roar, “AAAAAR-RRRRGGGH,” and nearly burst my own damn eardrums.
    â€œNIGGA, STOP!” Bishop snatches Novell back. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œAre you blind or some shit? Look at her fuckin’ leg. Can’t you see that we can’t pull her out that way? Look at her leg.”
    BOOM! BOOM!
    What the hell is wrong with my leg? I try to peek, but I can’t even swivel my head around. I need to rest. I’m tired—so fuckin’ tired. My eyes lower and though I can still hear the shit that’s going on around me, I can’t say that I give a fuck about any of it.
    Sirens grow louder while the booming thunder shakes everything around me.
    BOOM! BOOM!
    â€œKick out the front window and grab her that way,” Bishop yells. A second later, I hear their Timberlands attack the glass. Next, several hands grab my arms and drag me out of my gasoline-drenched coffin and into the freezing downpour where my tears blend in with the rain.

2
    Ta′Shara
    â€œD IE, BITCH! DIE!”
    Enraged, I plunge the large knitting needles deeper into my sister LeShelle’s chest. Blood sprays everywhere. I want this bitch erased so I can piss on her fucking grave. If she thinks she’s the baddest bitch walking because she’s the leader of the Queen Gs, I got something for that ass. We have the same blood coursing through us and I can play this fucking gangsta bullshit with the best of them.
    LeShelle’s bloody hand slaps against my face as she tries to push me off, but I ain’t going nowhere. I stab again and growl in her face. “I hate your fucking guts!”
    Her eyes bulge.
    All this shit was because LeShelle felt that I violated the law of the streets when I fell in love with Profit, a member of the Gangster Disciples’s sworn enemies: the Vice Lords. In Memphis, GDs and VLs don’t mix. I was never a part of that world and their fuckin’ rules shouldn’t have applied to me.
    Until she dragged me into this shit. “DIE, BITCH! DIE!”
    Snapshots of that awful prom night flash in my head. LeShelle ordering her thugs to hijack our limo and then take us to some abandoned part of town. There, she had those niggas beat and rape me. I’ll never forget how she stood there and watched as one dirty nigga after another climbed on top of me. I can still hear Profit, yelling and fighting to break free from the muthafucka that held him down and forced him to watch.They even carved the initials GD into the side of my ass like I was some fucking animal. The pain was more than anything I can describe.
    When I thought that it was over and I was covered in blood, cum, and bruises, LeShelle turned toward Profit and unloaded an entire clip. Time stood still as I watched him sink to his knees and then collapse.
    A waterfall of tears flows over my lashes as I snatch the needles out of LeShelle’s chest and plunge them back in. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” I lean down and gnaw on her ear until the lower lobe falls into my mouth.
    â€œAaaaaargh,” LeShelle roars.
    I sit up with her blood dripping from my mouth and then spit that muthafucka in her face.
    â€œHow do you like my fuckin’ balls now, big sis?”
    Shock covers LeShelle’s face as the needles go back in deeper than before.
    â€œDIE! DIE! DIE!”
    LeShelle’s eyes glaze over, but it tickles the shit out of me. Big bad LeShelle is finally getting what she has coming to her. I laugh—and once I start, I can’t fuckin’ stop. I sound like a crazy person—but I don’t give a shit. I want justice. For me. For Profit.
    High-pitched hysterical screams whirl around me as a herd of people rush into the room. Before I know it, several hands and arms grab and drag me off LeShelle.