He Had It Coming Part1_(0)

Monique, Renee and I were returning from study group one night and, as usual, we stopped at my dorm room first. I opened the door and let out a loud sigh. Horace was sleeping on my roommate’s bed. I glanced at my friends and pointed inside, and they took a look.

They didn’t know Horace, but I had spent the last couple of weeks complaining about him. As if having a sloppy, loud, obnoxious roommate wasn’t bad enough, her boyfriend was always over, and they were always fucking. Morning, afternoon or night—didn’t matter. If they weren’t sleeping they were fucking. I wasn’t jealous, but he was just as annoying as she was. The RA was dragging his feet about getting me reassigned, so until I heard from him there was little I could do.

“That’s him?” Renee asked.

“Yeah.”

“He kinda cute,” Monique remarked.

“Ehhhhhh,” I replied.

“You should fuck him. That’s how I got back at my ex-roommate,” Monique suggested.

“Nah, wouldn’t make her move out. He wouldn’t tell her,” I said, leaning against the hallway door. “And if I told her she might clean the toilet with my toothbrush or spit in my juice or something. But if you wanna piece, go right ahead.”

“Hell yeah, I’ll have a bite,” Monique said, stepping inside.

“Wait,” Renee said, grabbing her arm, “I got a better idea.”

“What?” I asked.

Instead of telling both of us, she pulled Monique towards her and whispered something in her ear. Within seconds they were all smiles. She turned away from us and walked towards the stairs.

“You sure you got two pairs, right?” Renee yelled after her.

“Yeah, bitch.”

“What y’all up to?” My curiosity was tickled.

“Just havin’ a little fun, you’ll see. Stay out here for a minute.”

The two of us chatted in the hallway for a couple minutes with the door closed. Monique returned quickly and looked at Renee.

“Got ‘em.”

“Good.” Without saying anything else, she walked in my room. I followed, and Monique came in last, closing the door behind her.

Renee slowly walked over to Horace and lightly slapped him on the jaw. “Hey,” she said aloud. We waited for a response. None came.

“Has he been drinkin’?” I asked.

“I don’t know. He dead, though.” Without turning away from him, she extended a hand to Monique, palm side up.

Monique opened her bag and pulled out a pair of unlocked, fur-lined handcuffs. She handed them to Monique, who walked to the foot of the bed. I was speechless.

She locked one end around Horace’s ankle and locked the other end to the side of the footboard. Before she even finished, Monique produced another set, the twin of the first pair, and Renee locked Horace’s other ankle down. After that Renee did turn around, because Monique was fishing around in her bag.

“I know they in here somewhere…”

Finally she whipped out a third, smaller pair, which were lined with black velvet instead of pink fur. She produced a small key, unlocked them, and handed them over. Renee took them and shackled Horace’s right arm to the headboard. He stirred a little bit, and the three of us froze, waiting to see if he would wake up. His lack of mobility didn’t affect his sleep, and after failing to change positions he stopped and went back to sleep.

“Give me the hat next,” Renee said quickly.

Monique pulled out a Nike skull cap and Renee pulled it down over Horace’s entire head, blinding him.