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Part 3 of 4. Unknown to them, Nan was holding his breath, listening intently as he kneeled down right next to the door. Even though Rodriguez whispered, he was able to hear her chilling words clearly through the thin wood door. Nervousness dissipated, as Nan began to realize that his fate had already been decided. The hot flow of adrenaline rushed through his body, as he squeezed the trigger on his 9mm multiple times sending four bullets ripping through the plaster wall and the right side of the bathroom door.
“Ah, sh*t! I’m hit. I’m hit,” Rodriguez yelled, as two of Nan’s bullets ripped through her spine. Her body crumbled to the floor, as she continued to yell out in shear anguish. “He’s f**kin’ shooting! That m*therf**er’s shooting through the door!”
Digangi kicked the bathroom door open, catching Nan by surprise as the impact sent him reeling backwards. In the confusion, Digangi emptied his clip into the dark bathroom. He was aiming high, not knowing that Nan had been kneeling down by the floor. One of the hot slugs grazed the top of Nan’s temple as he fell backwards, but the rest of the bullets sailed wildly over his head. As Nan fell backwards, yellow sparks lit up the room.
In response, he squeezed the trigger of his glock twice. Bullets ripped through Digangi’s upper chest and violently exploded out the back of his neck. Bloody mist splattered the wall behind him, as he dropped his gun, desperately using his hands in an attempt to stop the thick foamy blood that was streaming out of the gaping hole in his chest.
Nan felt his head with his free hand. The bullet had left a slight gash that barely broke skin, but cut deep enough to cause a small amount of blood to flow down his forehead. His heart was beating quickly, as he began to walk towards the door. Anxiety almost overcame him, as he struggled to make sense of the unknown. He didn’t know how many police officers were in the apartment, or where they were positioned. But, he knew that he was a sitting duck inside the small bathroom.
He opened the door slowly and looked down at the hallway floor, glancing over his handiwork. Rodriguez was lying in a pool of blood barely moving, and Digangi was unconscious, expelling red foam from his nostrils as he breathed in and out shallowly.
“Leslie…Lez,” he yelled out hysterically. There was no response. His emotions overcame him, causing his body to shake uncontrollably. “Leslie, I’m coming babe…I’m coming for you.”
Nan peeked his head out into the hallway slightly, and glanced towards the apartment’s front door. A minuscule ray of light shined into the apartment through a small crack in the door’s frame, exposing a shadowy figure that was partially hidden in the darkness. Nan noticed him leaning against the wall in stealth mode. Slowly, he leaned back into the bathroom unnoticed, kneeling down by the doorway. He wrapped his gun hand around the wall and out into the hallway. As he unmercifully squeezed down on the trigger, the dead calm that had briefly overtaken the apartment, was broken by the sound of the four gunshots that echoed throughout the hallway.
“Ah, f**k! You m*therfucker!” Dickson painfully yelled out, as one of the hot slugs slammed into his lower abdomen.
Groaning, he opened the door and lurched out into the apartment house hallway crawling on his hands and knees at a turtle’s pace. With the door ajar, bright light from the hallway seeped inside of the apartment. Nan peeked out of the bathroom, to the left and then slowly glanced down the hallway to his right, before tensely walking out towards the kitchen.
Leslie’s body lay in the middle of the dining room floor, surrounded by a puddle of thick red blood and shattered glass shards. Nan dropped to his knees when he saw her. Her lifeless eyes were still wide open, as they blankly stared upwards toward the ceiling.
Nan’s voice cracked as he painfully whispered, “Come on Lez, let’s go…I’m a make it better. Please just let me make it better, Lez. I need you. Don’t leave me.” He didn’t know what to say or do. Inside he felt completely shallow, and outside his body grew numb.
“Why god? Why didn’t you take me? Why, didn’t you take me?” He asked emotionally, as he shivered uncontrollably. He was unable to concentrate. His mind was completely flooded with thoughts of her…thoughts of their child inside of her.
The sound of police car sirens nosily blared outside, breaking the peaceful silence on the streets. The loud disturbance forced Nan to regain his focus. He leaned over and kissed Leslie softly on her forehead, before closing her eyelids shut.
“I love you, Lez…I love you. You didn’t deserve this. I’m a get all those motherfuckers back for this sh*t. I promise you…I promise you.”
Nan heard the tires of another squad car come to a screeching halt in front of the building. He slowly stood up off the floor, and covered Leslie’s naked body with the comforter, before frantically running into the bedroom. He scooped a black hoodie and blue jeans off of the night table, and quickly put them on. His forehead broke out in a cold sweat as he sat on the bed, and slid his feet into his Timbaland boots, lacing them up tightly. He tucked the black 9mm into the back of his pants, securing it in his waistband, before throwing on his black leather goose.
Nan ran back into the apartment’s hallway, and glanced down at Rodriguez.
“I…I can’t feel my arms and legs,” Rodriguez said in a painful whisper. “Good, then you won’t need this then b*tch,” Nan responded coldly, as he grabbed her shotgun off of the floor, and tucked it beneath his black leather bomber.
He heard shuffling in the apartment house hallway. Instantly, he moved to the doorway and peered out slowly. Diagonally across the hallway he noticed his neighbor Ms. Cooper’s door slightly opened. Through the crack, he saw her staring into the hallway. Her young grandson, D.J. stood behind her, nosily looking over her shoulder as they both stared in horror at the chaos around them.
As Nan walked out into the hallway, his eyes met Ms. Cooper’s. The eeriness compelled her to speak.
“Nathan…Nathan, what’s going on? Please, tell me what’s happening?” She shuddered in amazement, cupping her mouth, as she stood paralyzed. D.J., who was also gripped by terror, gazed at Nan wide eyed as he noticed the 9mm clutched tightly in his hand.
A feeling of tenseness immediately overtook the hallway, as Ms. Cooper slowly started to close her door ever so cautiously. She was doing her best to avoid any unnecessary attention. Nan struggled to get his thoughts together. His mind raced frantically, and soon afterward a makeshift plan washed over him. His movements were guided almost subconsciously, as he pushed Ms. Cooper and D.J. into their apartment and slammed the door behind them.
Excerpt taken from Nan: The Trifling Times of Nathan Jones
Written with a sharpened #2 pencil by: Moses Miller
Published by Mind Candy, LLC info@mindcandymedia.com
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