The Dirty Divorce Part 2
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“And you took me for granted. You knew how I felt about you and you used it to get what you wanted!”
“To get what I wanted! What was that Rich? I’ve never wanted for anything. My life has always been great. There was only one thing I was missing. You were my first, my first experience. Why did you think Carlos was cheating on me? I wouldn’t fuck him…that’s why. It was that easy for you to console me and just that quick you fucked me. I was embarrassed. You and Carlos were the only men I’d ever been with in my life and all these years I’d been living a lie.”
As Marisol poured out her heart, I wasn’t listenin’ to anything she had to say. I needed my son. Deep down inside, I knew Marisol might not have personally killed him, but if Juan hadn’t been caught up in their business, he would still be here. All of a sudden, my mind thought about Lisa. I wanted to get back to make sure she was okay.
Marisol continued to talk as I made my way toward the door.
“Rich, where are you going? I have something to tell you!”
I closed the door behind me as she yelled out my name several times. There was nothin’ she could say that I wanted to hear.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
LISA
Now, I understood the meaning behind the quote, life is too short. I couldn’t believe that I had to go through life knowing that my son and I were at odds before he died. Now, he was gone and I couldn’t tell him how sorry I was for being so stubborn. I knew that Juan would’ve wanted me to be strong for him, but he was my rock, and without him I was nothing. I had no problem admitting that. Maybe if I’d realized that before, things would’ve turned out different.
Rich had given me some sleeping pills before he left, which only worked for about an hour. Since I’d been so addicted to them in the past, they didn’t really affect me anymore. Waiting for him to come back, I turned on my television to try and get my mind on something else, but I soon realized that wasn’t going to work either. I needed an escape. I needed a fix. I’d been meaning to go see Black Moe after I left the hairdresser earlier, but once I heard the news about Juan, my mind went somewhere else.
Hopping off the bed, I walked over to my vanity and looked in my drawer to see if there were at least some crumbs left in one of my little baggies. After pushing aside a few tubes of lip gloss, to my surprise, there was a package sitting right in my face. I had no idea where it had come from, but at that point I didn’t care. I just needed to feel better.
Thank goodness for stash spots, I thought before placing the powder on the table. After making three lines, I took several huge sniffs then sat down on the stool. Almost instantly, I started to feel weird. Maybe I was sniffing too much at a time because my head started pounding. It started to feel like I was having an anxiety attack. Maybe it’s a combination of the sleeping pills, I thought. I hoped like hell this side effect wouldn’t prevent me from moving forward.
Suddenly, I heard someone coming through the door and up the stairs.
“Rich, is that you? Give me a minute!” I hurried and tried to hide the powder so he wouldn’t snap on me. Besides, I didn’t want him to take it. I needed it for later.
“Sorry, it’s not Rich.”
When I turned around, Denie was standing in the doorway looking completely deranged. She’d cut all of her beautiful hair off, and had on a soiled white sweat shirt. It looked like she’d been through a lot over the past year. Like she’d let herself go. The only thing she still had going for her were the deep dimples.
“Denie, what are you doing here?” I asked in shock.
“Hey, Lisa it’s been a while. How the hell are you?”
I hadn’t seen her since our encounter in the warehouse so I didn’t know what to expect. I had no idea what she was up to.
She walked toward me. “Some things just never change. Wow, still a dopefiend, huh?”
“Look, I don’t havetime for your insults. You need to get the fuck out of my house!”
“It’s so sad how predictable you are. I told you I would get you back, now didn’t I?”
It felt like I could barely breathe. “Denie, there’s nothing you can do to hurt me more than I’m already hurting, so take your best shot,” I said in between short breaths.
“It’s no fun putting someone out of their misery. I mean that shit was so easy. I’m gonna just sit here and watch you die slowly from an overdose of poison that I planted in your vanity drawer. I didn’t think it would work at first, but I see that you’re so far gone that you couldn’t recognize the difference between heroin and boric acid. The little conniving bitch that you are, I felt that the boric acid would suit you just fine.”
“You bitch,” I said between breaths. “What have you done?”
“Well, where should I begin?” she asked with a crazy expression. She got up real close in my face. “I’ve been doing all types of shit.”
I felt damn near paralyzed as I held my chest. “You’re crazy.”
“No, you’re fucking crazy! Do you remember what you did to me? Do you?” Denie screamed. “I shouldn’t have waited this long to kill you!”
All of a sudden, I heard someone running up the stairs. I hopped it was Rich.
“Rich, help me!” I tried to yell.
It didn’t take long for Denie to jump behind me, pull some type of pocket knife out of her jeans, and place it to my throat. I was too weak to fight back. When Rich finally walked into the room with his gun drawn, you could tell by the look on his face that he had no idea he’d be going to war against his daughter.
“Hello, father. I’m glad that you’re here so I can kill two birds with one stone.”
Rich lowered the gun slightly. “Denie, what are you doing? Where have you been?”
“I’ve been busy. You would’ve been proud of me operating like a true Sanchez. If you don’t plan on shooting me, I need you to put that gun away.”
As Rich put the gun down easy, his facial expression showed that he was in shock. “Denie, you don’t have to do this. Lisa has been through enough.”
“So, after what this bitch did to me, you still want to defend her?” Denie asked. She pressed the knife up against my throat a little harder.
“Denie, your brother is dead. No one else needs to suffer,” Rich pleaded.
“See what I’m having a hard time understanding is why you’re telling me that shit, like I should really give a fuck about any of you? Do you know how long I lived for this moment? Since I was in recovery I thought about how I could get Lisa back. I really didn’t think you would care as much about Juan dying so I made sure that I planted that seed, and he made it easy. Hell…you all made iteasy. You see, Juan was my trump card. I knew that he was the only thing you cared about Lisa. I knew that’s where I could really get to you.”
“Uncle Renzo killed Juan, Denie. What are you talking about?” Rich asked. He was still as puzzled as I was.
The knife was placed deeper into my skin as I fought for air. Rich was so in tune with what Denie was saying, I could tell that I was no longer a priority.
“Well, let me see how can I best explain to you slow people about how good I am. Where should I begin? For starters, it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out how the hell Juan got out of jail. You see, the same man that you hated so much Rich, my boyfriend Nelson, the Feds approached him first about taking you down, but he declined. Yeah, see that’s what real niggas do…they don’t snitch. They would harass and pick him up for stupid shit, but all of a sudden it stopped when Juan was released. We figured out how Juan got out and it was obvious that he was offered a deal. I knew he was gonna take you down.”
“You knew this while I took care of you and didn’t tell me!” Rich yelled.
“For what? I had plans for you myself. All of the the text messages to Marisol…it was all me. Even that high speed chase through DC that day. It was all my plan. I had people following you from time to time and that day, I gave them orders to fuck with you a little bit,” Denie bragged.
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nbsp; Rich looked like he’d lost his best friend as she continued.
“I started to get a little desperate because Uncle Renzo wasn’t reacting fast enough. I was hoping that Marisol would tell him about the text and he would kill Lisa to get back at you, Rich. But once you showed you didn’t give a fuck about her anymore, I had to use my trump card.”
“Denie, I loved you! How could you hurt me like this?” Rich asked.
“I don’t wanna hear that shit. You let this bitch torture me. You let her shoot me and still allowed her to live. You chose Lisa over me. So that’s why I used my trump card, Juan. And that last text message did it. When I texted Uncle Renzo and said Juan was hot, I knew he wouldn’t let that go. See when Marisol got the text messages about Carlos, I’m sure you were so convincing that she ended up thinking you would never kill your own brother. However, one thing I knew for sure, Uncle Renzo wasn’t going to allow a snake to live in his organization, nephew or not.” Denie smiled.
“You crazy bitch. That was your brother,” I said. Seconds later, I started to vomit, but she still didn’t let go of me.
“So, how does it feel Lisa? Your boy is gone and now you have no one. You miserable bitch!” Denie responded.
At that moment, we heard someone coming up the steps. I prayed that it was Agent Patterson coming back. I prayed that the Feds had bugged the house for some reason and could hear what was happening. Once I saw that it was Marisol, I knew it was a matter of time before I joined my son.
“Denie, what are you doing? It’s not worth it. She’s still your m” Marisol said.
“I don’t have a mother, Marisol! I guess they didn’t fill you in on how this bitch tortured me and made me feel like I was some kind of charity case that was left on her doorstep! My father was a whore and fucked so many bitches that he didn’t even know who my mother was. Lisa, lied to me all my life and said she was my mother. But she never loved me the way she loved Juan! The whole time I’ve been gone, nobody cared!” Finally, Denie was showing some type of emotion.
“I did care Denie. I love you. You’re always gonna be my daughter!” Rich yelled.
“Who knows if I’m even your daughter, Rich. I have no identity!” Denie shouted.
As Denie cried, she finally loosened her grip on me. She was so emotional, that she just sat there and held the knife as if she didn’t know what to do next. By that time, Rich was able to get me out of Denie’s reach. Like the fake bitch she is, Marisol walked over to Denie and held her as she cried.
“What have I done, Denie? What have I done?” Marisol said as she cried, too.
“I hate them! I want both of them dead. They ruined my life!” Denie screamed as she hugged Marisol.
“Denie sweetheart, don’t blame them, blame me. Lisa and Rich both did all they could when I couldn’t. It’s not their fault. I caused all of this chaos. Please forgive me Denie, you do have an identity. I’m your mother,” Marisol admitted.
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