by BlaQue
Your mother had stayed away from our father until I found out about you. I tracked your mother down and offered her a way back into Darnell’s life. She jumped at the chance to ruin YaYa’s life since she felt like YaYa ruined hers. Your mother blamed YaYa for all of her downfalls. When I told her who I was, she didn’t want to believe it, but after I dangled the drugs in front of her she was more than willing to do whatever I wanted her to do. Including getting me the information I needed which was the inside track on our father’s connects. She watched his movements and reported everything to me, all while claiming to be rehabbing in his home.”
As the woman standing before me spewed her venom, I was reminded of the day my mother introduced me to my father. He wasn’t exactly happy to see us.
NiQue took a seat in the love seat across from me and continued; never lowering her weapons.
“Once I tried to confront our father, who had rejected me all the while embracing you, I had had enough, that was it! I decided that I was going to kill all of them. Daddy wanted you and YaYa and not me because I was his bad seed! I was the one who had a few problems; and because I wasn’t perfect like his precious YaYa, he sent me to live with Mike who raped and molested me repeatedly.”
I shook my head in disbelief. I knew my father was fucked up, but for him to hide a child like that because she was sick mentally was downright horrible.
“Why didn’t you tell one of us what you were going through NiQue…I mean Pajay. Maybe YaYa or I could have helped you.” I said sympathetically. I felt bad that she had gone through so much and it led her down a path of destruction.
“I told the one person who could have helped me—our father. When he didn’t receive me with open arms like I wanted him to, well, I helped YaYa kill your mother. Once I got a taste for making people hurt, I couldn’t stop. It excited me! So I decided to make daddy pay for not loving me the way he should have. I dismantled his empire strategically, piece by piece, and person by person starting with your mother!
See, daddy thought his empire couldn’t be infiltrated from outside; but he never counted on me taking him down from the inside. It was easy too. I plucked them off one by one from your mother to your father, to Mike who impersonated the role of being my brother, to Oscar and finally YaYa!”
One tear escaped my eyes for the souls of all those I had buried. For the ones who were innocent in this fucked up game NiQue was playing. None of them deserved to die because of one man’s flaws.
“Why did you kill YaYa? She didn’t do anything to you. She was our friend.” I said from a depth within me that needed to know. If this was going to be my last day on earth I wanted clarity on everything.
NiQue laughed. “I killed her because she had it all! I didn’t have shit but a fucked up life and a man who molested me for being different. YaYa had our father’s love and she couldn’t just be happy with that. She had to have Dread too. That was the last straw. Once I found out she had slept with my man, I was furious! She had to have everything and she got whatever she wanted.
After I killed them all, I thought I would be able to go on without having to kill anyone else again; but you and your bitch Pinky tried to take the happiness I had finally found by trying to kill Dread.”
“NiQue I didn’t have anything to do with that! I swear I didn’t. Pinky and I weren’t even speaking until tonight!”
That made me wonder where the fuck Pink was anyway. She should have been here by now. This sure would be a great time for her to show up before my sister blew my fuckin’ head off; and her daughter’s too!
“Oh well, too bad you won’t be speaking to her anymore except in your dreams because that bitch is dead! I saw to it before I set your shop on fire and headed over here to have a family reunion with you. By the way I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t call me NiQue. My name is Pajay!” She laughed and cocked the hammer back on one of the guns.
I closed my eyes and prayed that God would see me through this. Before I could say amen, my door, which was still slightly ajar, was kicked completely off the hinges. I took the opportunity to make a break for it to the kitchen, with the baby still in my arms, while NiQue was distracted by our new guests.
From my position in the kitchen I watched the horror unfold before my eyes. The two detectives from the hospital had kicked the door off the frame and ordered that NiQue drop her weapons. She looked in my direction and smiled the deadliest of smiles. It sent chills up my spine. She spun around and opened fire on the police officers. She wasn’t good with the kick back from the dual guns and missed her marks. They returned fire and filled her body full of lead.
I ran from where I had taken cover in the kitchen and put the baby on the couch before running over to NiQue. I didn’t care how much foul shit she had done; she was still my sister. She needed mental help, not to be killed. She couldn’t help what she was. It wasn’t her fault. I scooped her up in my arms and pressed on the biggest hole in her chest trying to stop the blood that was pouring from the gaping hole.
Her eyes popped open.
“Neko.” she coughed and sputtered, spewing blood.
“I’m sorry you had to find out about me like this. Baby brother, she…I mean Pajay, is gone. Thank you for saving me from her,” she coughed. She smiled a weak smile like she had finally found the peace and love she had been killing and dying for. Her body went limp and my sister died in my arms.
“What the fuck happened in here?” Shadow said, entering what used to be my door as he found me there holding NiQue’s dead body.
Shadow explained later that I had taken too long to get to the shop and the detectives had come to the scene because they had pinged NiQue’s cell phone to the location of the fire. He informed them that he had witnessed her starting the fire. They asked him for my information and he led them to my house. They had gotten there right on time or else there was no telling what would have happened!
Chapter Forty-One
Backyard Band (BYB)
“94 Dope Jam”
Neko
Everyone is gone. I can’t seem to figure out the curse that was put upon my family. It was passed on from generation to generation. None of us did anything in life that didn’t result in someone dying. Either I am extremely lucky, or the man upstairs wasn’t ready for me yet. Over a two-year time frame I had lost my mother, gained two sisters, and found my father. And over that same two-year time frame I had lost them all and others close to me along the way. I was torn because I didn’t know how to feel about my family. I loved them and missed them, but I also would have much rather not had any of them as part of my life. They could have left me in the gutter where they had found me if it would have meant I could live a normal life! Money is the only thing I gained out of any of this, and it wasn’t worth it because I had lost so much more.
After NiQue died, there was no one willing to take the baby. Dread didn’t want to be bothered with her because she reminded him of all of the wild shit he had gone through with both of my sisters, and my girl. He never came and got her once he was released from the hospital. He said he wanted to be left alone. He didn’t leave any contact information or any means of finding him. Although some people thought he was cruel to abandon his child and not look back, I couldn’t say I blamed him for not wanting anything to do with any of us! We ran through that man’s life and fucked it up over the span of two years. Everything he had was tested and then taken. His career was in shambles and beyond repair. For him to try and live out what was left of his life, he had to leave it all behind. I am more than sure it would require years of therapy for him to trust anyone ever again. Both of my sisters ran through his life and tore it apart.
Pajay left nothing behind but death and destruction. She dismantled everything that could have been perfect. She brought down an entire empire and nothing was left of my father’s legacy.
My father had hustled hard to create a business and make millions in the streets. He worked even harder at trying to conceal his infidelities. His
secrets, denial, and betrayal had all backfired. Instead of him being able to maintain and control his dirty secrets, they were unleashed on the city by way of his children. It was his demise and ultimately his downfall. He should have been a father instead of trying to hide his other children and their problems. Money doesn’t fix everything.
I don’t blame my father for everything that happened, even though he played a huge part. My father spent countless dollars hiding Pajay or NiQue or whoever she really was, instead of getting her the help she deserved and needed; and for that he was wrong. He should have embraced my sister and sought medical attention for her. The fact that Pajay never got the love and the treatment she needed to cope with her mental problems left her unstable and deadly. Had he focused his energy on her, maybe Pajay wouldn’t have taken control of NiQue.
On the other hand, NiQue knew for years that she was sick and needed help, but somehow she thought that self-medicating with drugs would make her problems disappear. Her condition slowly deteriorated until Pajay had taken complete control of her. NiQue was filled with so much hatred and animosity in her soul from not receiving the love she was denied, that she allowed who she really was, Pajay, to lash out.
I wonder from time to time if NiQue could have been saved. Would medical treatment have done her any good? Or was she too far gone to help? I will never know the answers to those questions.
It has been six years since all of that shit went down. The smoke has cleared and the dust has settled. I live a normal life now. Well, as normal as one can under the circumstances. I left my father’s traits of bed hopping, the drugs, and the careless ways behind me. Those traits had played an intricate part in taking down everyone we loved and I was trying to move forward with raising one woman, my niece, YaSheema Nicole. Besides, I don’t know who would want to be involved with me. My jaded past was put on front street for the entire world to see. No woman in her right mind wanted anything to do with me. I was jinxed, cursed and they didn’t know if any more of my family’s shameful past would make its way into their lives and cause the reaper to rear his ugly head and make them a target. My life had turned into an Urban Legend.
I finally moved out of Washington DC. I had no other choice but to take my niece and leave. There was so much controversy swirling around me that it wasn’t the type of environment I wanted for my niece. We needed to get away from all of the stares and people wanting to invade our lives and pick it a part. I am thankful that she was so young when it all happened that she doesn’t remember any of it. I wish I could have been as lucky as her in that regard and have all of the memories taken away from me as well.
It’s funny sometimes but I see my niece, YaSheema Nicole, talking to people who ain’t there and it makes me wonder sometimes. I hope, for the life of me, that she isn’t like her mother and hears the voices in her head. When I asked her about it she says it’s her imaginary friend. I hope her imaginary friend isn’t like Pajay, because if she, is I am dropping her ass off somewhere far away and I ain’t gonna look back; niece or no niece! For the sake of everyone around us I will have her locked away with no regret. I have seen and lived what shit like this can do to not only an entire family, but an entire city!
YaSheema Nicole’s mother single-handedly destroyed my entire family, the love of my life, my friends, and a man’s destiny. There is no way I would stand by and watch it happen all over again. Call me cruel, but you didn’t live through this shit…I did, and I ain’t willing to do it again!
Fin???
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Dirty DNA
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Back Matter
GSC Short Stories
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