Trapstar 3 by Blake Karrington

by the time she realized what she had done, Charrise was already in tears. She hadn’t been to her mother’s house since the day she was kidnapped right in front of the same house. The only time she saw her mother and father was when they were somewhere else.
    “Damn, I’m sorry, sis.” Brianna said, covering her face with both of her hands. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” Brianna suggested.
    “No, no, no, it’s cool. I think I needed this.” Charrise responded, wiping the tears from her face.
    “I haven’t seen Mommy in a few days anyway,” she said, opening the door.
    They knocked on the door but there wasn’t any answer. Brianna looked around for Herman’s car which wasn’t anywhere in sight. They were about to leave when Charrise remembered that she still had the keys to the house. She reached into her Michael Kors bag and retrieved them. She unlocked both locks and then opened the door.
    “Mom! Dad!” Charrise yelled, entering the house.
    Lorraine sat upstairs in her bedroom looking out the window at the two empty holes in the backyard. The sound of Charrise yelling her name startled her a little. She didn’t know if her ears were deceiving her, because for the past few months, Charrise had refused to step foot in the house. Lorraine began to walk out of the bedroom to go to her, but stopped when she passed by the mirror and saw that her face was still bruised pretty good from Herman’s attack.
    “Mom!” Charrise yelled out again, walking up the steps.
    Brianna stayed downstairs to look for Lorraine in the kitchen. Lorraine looked around the room in a panic, trying to decide whether or she should hide from Charrise, but as soon as she moved towards the closet, Charrise opened the bedroom door. Lorraine had made it to the closet and had the door open when Charrise walked in. She played it like she was looking for something.
    “Mom, I know you heard me calling you. What are you doing up here?” she asked, walking up behind her mother.
    When Lorraine turned around, the smile that Charrise had on her face turned into a frown instantly. Not only were the bruises visible, but they were also fresh. The first person that came to mind was Herman.
    “He put his hands on you?” Charrise asked, reaching up and lightly touching the side of her face.
    Lorraine put her head down, ashamed that her daughter had to see her like this.
    “Brianna!” Charrise yelled out. “Brianna, get up here!” she continued yelling.
    When Brianna didn’t answer nor come up the steps, Charrise grabbed Lorraine by the arm and pulled her out of the room and down the stairs. Brianna hadn’t answered because she was stuck, staring out of the kitchen window at the two holes that Herman had dug up. She didn’t have to go outside to see that Tank’s body was missing from his grave.
    “Bri, look at dis shit.” Charrise said, walking into the kitchen with Lorraine behind her. Brianna turned around from the window to see her mother’s battered face. She was furious.
    “Who did dis shit to you? Was it Herman?” Brianna yelled, unable to control her anger.
    Lorraine took a seat at the kitchen table and began to tell the story of how Herman was in the courtroom the day that she attended Cowboy’s trial. She even made excuses for him, saying that she didn’t have any business supporting Cowboy when she was a married woman. Brianna wasn’t trying to hear none of that. She didn’t care what the circumstances were; Herman did not have to put his hands on her mother.
    “Where did he go?” Brianna asked, turning around and looking out the kitchen window at the empty grave.
    “I don’t know where he went. He did whatever he did in the backyard and then left out of here,” Lorraine answered.
    Charrise walked over to the window and looked out into the backyard. She didn’t have the slightest idea that Tank was buried back there, nor did she know the story behind why. It wasn’t even that important to her at the moment. All