Shaft SBMC Maryland - Erin Trejo

One

Temple

Useless fucker. I can’t even believe that I gave him the time of day. I should have let him die that night he came into my emergency room with a bee sting. I know that’s not nice and that allergies are not anything to play with, but he’s also a lying fuck.

“See how she likes this,” I laugh hysterically as I drag my key down the side of his pretty shiny red Mazda. A fucking Mazda! Each scrape of my key against the paint makes me feel a little better. At least I’m smiling while I do it. That’s positive reinforcement, isn’t it? My hand makes the loop to finish off the word “cockbag” on the driver’s side of his car. I already keyed the word slut magnet on one side. Reaching for the baseball bat I brought along, I spin it around in my hands.

“Temple steps up to the plate,” I say loudly although I know the bastard can’t hear me. “She swings.” I swing the bat around and listen to it crunch through his headlight. “Homerun!” I roar with a smile on my face. I move to the other and do the same taking great pride in the mess I’m making of his precious car. If I could blow it up and get away with it, I would, but since I can’t, this is the next best thing. Dezzy leans against the brick building laughing her ass off. Glad I could amuse her.

“He’s going to shit bricks when he sees this,” she adds making me smirk.

“Well, he would have seen it sooner if he didn’t take the ho to Florida on vacation. I guess someone is just going to have to slip up and send him an anonymous text message.” With the shrug of my shoulders, I pull the bat back and take out the back taillight.

“If I was nastier I would shit on his car seats,” Dez adds making me laugh harder.

“I actually have to go.” Is that taking it too far? I mean, that is a little nasty even for me.

“God, I love you.” I laugh as I set the bat down and lean back taking a look at what I’ve done to this car. His baby. His little pride and joy.

“Do we know how to take tires off?” I ask glancing over at Dez. She laughs. Shakes her head and pulls her phone out.

“No but I can have someone here in minutes. Can we set it on bricks?” she asks, laughing as she texts.

“If they can bring them, we sure as hell can.” Lifting the bat in my hands, I raise it above my head, bringing it down until I see the side mirror fall to the ground.

“I have backup on the way,” Dez tells me.

I turn to face her and smile as she holds out the bottle of fireball for me. I walk over and take it, wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. Bringing the bottle to my lips, I take a long pull as I examine my handy work

“You think he will cry?” I ask her. She snorts.

“I think it’s going to be funny as hell to see his reaction. Maybe we should facetime him instead?”

I nod slowly. That is a good idea. That way we can all see his reaction to his surprise. We stand here passing the bottle back and forth when I hear the roar of the motorcycle. When I look up I see two coming our way followed by a truck. They pull up and park when I notice the first one. Gauge walks with a swagger that says he’s the man in charge and I’d gladly let him rule me if he wasn’t with my best friend.

“God, that man is sex on legs,” I say under my breath before taking another drink. Gauge saunters over, pulling Dez into his arms and kissing her roughly.

“What’s this?” he asks nodding to the car. “Thought you said she had a flat?” he asks as Shaft walks up. He whistles when I reach into my back pocket and pull out the switchblade, flipping it open. They all watch me as I walk over and stab the point into the tire.

“Oops. It’s flat now,” I slur before burping. Dezzy laughs and so does Shaft.

“What the hell are we doing here, Temple?” Gauge asks clearly not enjoying my handy work as much as I am.

“Would you believe car repairs?” I ask looking up at him. He huffs out a