“Baby, something is worrying you. I can tell by the look on your face,” she said as we sat outside on her steps taking in the warm breeze.
“Mama, there is so much turmoil in my life. I just want it all to end. You know? I want my old life back, I missed the days when I laughed and had no worries in the world.”
She put her hand on top of my knee. “Baby girl, you started the process now give it a little time. It will be over soon. God don’t put on us more than we can bear. It’s a test, to see how strong you really are and you’re proving that you’re built for the storm. Hold on a little while longer, that bastard will be gone out of your life for good and you can be happy once again.” She said as she rubbed my knee.
I tried not to cry, but it was too late. Tears started pouring down. I leaned my head on my Mama chest and let it all out.
“Baby, it’s goin’ be alright. I promise you and you know yo’ mama ain’t goin’ lie to you. Let it all out, then get on your knees and give it to God. After that you get up and push harder, you hear me, push with all your might.”
I sure wish I had the faith Mama had. She spoke with such conviction. A strong black woman she was.
“You know Mama, I love you. You have always had my back since the first day I came into your life. Woman, thank you for being my strength through some of my darkest days.”
“Hmmm. I guess we helped each other through some rough times. There were times, when I felt like I couldn’t go on, but I looked at you and knew right then, I had to go on, because you needed me. You was the best thing that ever happened to me and still is you and Amaiya.”
Listening to those words gave me an instant rush of strength. She had no idea how she had helped me. I wiped my eyes with my shirt and squeezed her hand. No words were needed, because we both understood.
“Well Mama, I got to go. Amaiya will be home soon.”
“Destiny, please be careful. Ever since you told me, that bastard has a gun in the house I worry every day for your safety.”
“Love you Mama.” I smiled at her and walked away.
I got into my car and drove off. I cut the music up.
“I must admit I was set trippin', early on.
So not myself, boy you had me completely gone.
Lost my cool when I found out 'bout you.
And how cowardly you move, I'm just glad that now I'm through
I'm so over you
[Chorus]
I am finished cryin over your lyin', over denyin', I am so over you, so over you
Said I'm finished with it, ain't no more hurtin' over here
I done lost my cool for just a minute, but I'm back and I'm doin my thing again
Said I'm finished with it, ain't no more hurtin' over here
And I got my mind right, ain't no more late nights waitin' up on ya” Ashanti’s voice blared through my speaker. I sang right along with her, because I was feeling every word, that came out of her mouth.
I sang this song all the way to the house. I made sure that the words sank into my head. I was done and I was ready to move on. I was ready to let Spencer know how I really felt about him. For the first time in years, I felt like I had control of my life. I parked the car and walked toward the door. I saw the mail man pull up so I turned back to retrieve the mail.
“Hello there Mrs. Clarke. How you doing today?
“I’m well and how are you?”
“Can’t complain, I’m alive and kicking,” the elderly gentleman said.
“I need you to sign for this one.”
“Oh ok. I took the pen from him and signed the certified mail slip.
I took my mail from him. “Thank you. Have a great day.”
“Thank you ma’am and same to you.”
I noticed there was a big manila envelope, with my name on it. I immediately noticed it was from the Family Courts. My heart sank, as I ripped open the envelope. It was a subpoena from the Family Courts; Hassan filed for full custody of Amaiya. I opened the door and walked into the house. I knew the bastard was there, because his car was parked on the side.
I ran up the stairs and banged hard on his room door.
“Open this fucking door. You bastard, you think you going to get my only fucking child,” I yelled.
“Oh, I see you got your mail. To be honest bitch, I don’t want custody of her little fast ass, but since you’re going after my money and my company, I’ve decided to go after the one thing you treasure. How does it feel? It don’t feel too good, does it? He laughed in my face.
Without thinking, I stepped closer to him and spit in his face.
“Bitch, take a foot closer and I will blow your fucking brain out all over this floor.” He pointed the gun at my head.
“You’re a fucking coward Hassan. A fucking coward, you hear me. You will not get my child, I promise you that.”
“We’ll see. When I’m done with you, the courts will see how unfit you are. I will prove to them, you are one unstable bitch. Now get the fuck of my face, before I end your life, you worthless piece of shit. I told you, not to fuck with me.”
I looked at him, hiding behind that gun. Without the gun, he was a coward and he knew it.
“You gonna get yours. I promise you that, Hassan Clarke.” I winked at him and ran back down the stairs.
***
I ran down the driveway and got into my car. I tried with all my might not to cry. I put the car in reverse, turned around and drove down the street. I looked around for a phone booth; I needed to make a very important call. I finally found an old dirty one, but I didn’t care. I used a piece of napkin to hold it and dialed 911.
“This is 911 operator. How may I help you?”
“Yes, I think sump’n bad happened to a lady ova at 2981 Barnes Avenue, APT C. Please send someone to check on har. Hurry, 2981 Barnes Avenue, APT C,” I said in my best Jamaican accent, I practiced.
“Ma’am, please can I get your name?”
I clicked the phone, hung it up and walked back to my car. By time I got back, he was gone. I ran inside and locked the door. I grabbed me a soda and sat in the living room, glued to the television.
The eleven p.m., news finally came on, and just like I figured, the whore made the news. I was kind of disappointed when they reported that the body had began to decomposed and it would have to wait on the coroner’s office to determine the cause of death. I flopped down on the couch. They need to hurry their ass up, I swear.
That night I barely slept. I was worried that Hassan may come back and do something crazy to me.
The next day, I dropped Amaiya off at Mama’s house, because I didn’t want to her around any kind of drama. I could’ve stayed with Spencer, but I was kind of irritable and preferred to be by myself.
“Hey babe,” Spencer said, when I answered the phone in the morning.
“Hey.”
“Destiny, I tried calling you last night, but phone kept going to voicemail. I almost popped up over there. You aiight?”
“Sorry, I was tired and I forgot to charge my phone,” I lied.
“You sure, I mean, if anything is going on, you need to let me know.”
“Spencer, I said I was tired. Now drop it please.”
“You got it. Aiight, I’ll be in the office all day. Call me when you feel better.”
“Alright.”
I hate that I was taking my frustration on him. I needed all of this to go away fast. After I took a shower, I made me a cup of tea. Out of nowhere, I felt the urge to pray. I wasn’t the most righteous female, but Mama taught me, to get on my knees when everything else fails. I needed protection right now because I didn’t want to go to prison.
“God, I know that I did some wrong things, but I’m begging you for forgiveness. I promise dear God, I will never kill another person if you just give me this one chance. I swear God I can’t go to prison. I can’t leave my baby-girl alone. God you know, I’ve been through too much already. I just can’t.” I cried.
“Standing ovation,
” Hassan voice startled me as he clapped his hands.
I quickly jumped up off my knees. I turned around to face this sick deranged bastard standing there grinning.
“I didn’t know an evil bitch like you, had it in you, to pray to God. Well bitch, you goin’ need all the prayers to save you. Cause you a dead bitch,” he said and punched me in the face.
I stumbled back, I tried my best not to fall, but he stepped forward and punched me in my lips, blood splattered everywhere… I fell to the ground then I positioned myself in a fetal position. He continued hitting and kicking me all over my body.
“No, stop Hassan. Please stop,” I cried out, pleading for my life. I knew he was going to kill me!
“You stupid bitch, I told you to leave shit alone, but nah you couldn’t. Now you got to pay,” he screamed as he continued kicking me.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“What the fuck is that?” I heard him asked.
I was feeling dizzy and felt like my bones were broken, from the severe beating, he had bestowed on me.
“What the fuck, the police doing here? You called the police on me bitch? I’m not going back to jail,” he yelled as he pointed his gun at my head.
I heard a bunch of commotion and people running up the stairs…
“Police! Don’t move! Put the weapon down and put your hands where I can see them,” a voice hollered.
I barely opened my eyes; I saw it was the police, lots of them with guns drawn.
“Are you ok ma’am,” a female officer asked.
I tried to talk, but I couldn’t get the words out. Blood was spewing out of my mouth.
“Get me an ambulance,” was the last thing I heard!
HASSAN
I was sick and tired of all the shit Destiny was doing to me. I have been good to that bitch regardless of what the fuck she tell her stupid ass mama. I kind of fell back and let her do her thing. She even disrespected me by bringing that fuck nigga into our home. The last straw was when this bitch lawyer demanded half of my fucking money. Over my dead body was I goin’ give that hoe a dime of what I bust my ass for. Shit if you asked me, that hoe should pay me, for fucking that dry ass pussy and putting up with her fucking bitching all these years.
Shit took a turn for the worse at the office. For two weeks I didn’t have not one client come into the office. At first, I blew it off as nothing. I got up from my desk and walked into the receptionist area.
“Shari, this is strange, I haven’t had any appointment in over a week. Are you sure the phones are working properly?”
“Yes sir. They are working just fine. I don’t know what’s going on with that. It’s seems like that after Mr. Leon left, all the clients followed him. I was going to put in my two weeks’ notice also.”
“What do you mean, after he left? He is not here anymore?”
“Uh-huh… I thought you knew that he left. He cleaned out his office and told me to transfer his calls to his cell-phone.”
“Nah, I ain’t know shit! And what you mean, you giving notice?” I yelled.
“I’m sorry! I don’t want to upset you. I just want to go pursue other options.”
I didn’t say shit else to that bitch. I was too fucking pissed. That coward ass nigga didn’t even have the balls to let me know he was leaving. Fuck him and that bitch, I was Hassan Clarke. I didn’t need no fucking body. I was born to stand out. “Y’all hear me! I’m a fucking star. I don’t need no fucking body,” I yelled out.
All this shit started because of this bitch Destiny! My life was fine, before I married that bad luck bitch. First I lost my son, then my bitch, now I’ve lost my fucking clients. She was going to pay for all this shit. I swear she is. I grabbed my briefcase, locked the door behind me and walked out the office. I was going home to kill this bitch!
My phone started to ring, it was my Mother. I didn’t feel like talking, but I picked it up anyway.
“Hey Mama.” I tried not letting her know anything was wrong with me.
“Hey baby. Are you by a television right now?”
“No, Mama. Why, what’s going on?”
“They found a body in the Bronx and they think it’s Imani.”
I gripped my wheel, and steered it back toward the road.
“Say what? Where you hear that from?”
“It was all over the news, that’s why I called you.”
“I ‘ont fuck wit’ her, but damn, I ‘ont wish death on anybody. What’s goin’ happen to that little boy?” Mama stated
My head started to spin! All the words that Mama was saying were jumbled together and I couldn’t understand.
“Mama, let me call you back.” I didn’t wait for a response, I hung up.
I made a U-Turn and head toward Imani’s apartment. I hope this shit was not true, because I would be the first person they looked at. Even though I didn’t have anything to do with it. The closer I got to the apartment, the more I started to feel sick. She can’t be dead. She was the only bitch, I ever loved. Who would kill her? As far as I knew, she didn’t have any enemies.
My worst fear was confirmed when I pulled up at the apartment complex. Police tape was on her door and all the neighbors were outside gossiping amongst themselves. I saw a few police cars still on the scene. I stopped where a group of people were standing.
“What happen out here?” I asked.
“The young lady Imani was found dead in her apartment,” an older woman said.
“Thanks,” I managed to get out, before I pulled off.
I loosened my tie, as I drove down the streets. A few tears fell from my eyes. What the fuck happened to her? I know I said, I hated her, but deep down I loved her. She was my bitch and now she’s gone. This day couldn’t get any worse than this, I thought as I drove.
***
“I hate you bitch, I never thought I’d say. Too many years I done paid the price. Why you gotta put all this drama in my life. Day after day I’m on the grind for you. Livin’ lavish, drape you in carats is what I’m trying to do. But I am just a man. Trying to do all I can. But you act like you can’t understand,” Z-RO lyrics blasted through my speaker. This was the perfect song for the way, I was feeling. I played it all the way to the house.
I sneaked my way inside and tiptoed up the stairs to my room. I grabbed my gun that was in my night stand. I walked to her room, where I heard crying coming from… I caught that bitch on the floor kneeling down. Ha, ha, that wicked bitch was praying which was fucking hilarious. I stood there, staring at her; each word that that flowed from her lips angered me more by the second. My patience was running out and my temper was flaring. Rage boiled through my body. I barely had a chance to think of my actions. The only thought running through my head was getting her to shut up. I hated that bitch with everything in me and it all had to end.
I pursed my lips and raised my hand back. I threw my hand forward as hard as I could, punching her in the face. The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. Vibrations of pain started in my palm and spread all the way to my fingertips. My palm was bright red, the same red mark that matched the one on her face. She stared at me with her eyes wide as her hand slowly made it to her fire red cheek. I should've felt some kind of remorse. But I didn't. Not one organ in my body could produce guilt for my actions. A triumphant grin spread across my face, as I tried to stomp a hole in that bitch face with my brand new pair of leather skin flats. The more that bitch screamed, the angrier I got. I pulled my gun out because I was going to shut her up for good.
I heard banging. What could that be? I thought.
I quickly dismissed the interruption and went back to focusing on this evil bitch. That’s when the banging got louder and I heard it loud and clear. It was the police, the fucking police. Did this bitch called the police, but how? My mind started to race and I got desperate. I raised the gun to shoot the bitch and then I would turn the gun on myself. There was no way I was going back to jail.
“Put the gun down! And raise your hands.” One
of the officers ordered.
“Ok officer. Don’t shoot!” I said.
I put the gun on the carpet and put my hands in the air.
They quickly tackled me to the ground.
“Stay down! Stay down,” They said as they placed the cuffs on me.
“Hassan Clarke, you’re under arrest for the murder of Imani Windsor and the attempted murder of this lady. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.”
“Murder? I ain’t kill nobody. Y’all got the wrong man.”
My pleas fell on deaf ears. They dragged me downstairs and into a police car. I saw all the neighbors outside peeping and whispering. I held my head down in shame as I saw the news people pull up. I can’t believe this shit, but I wasn’t worried. I knew I’d be out in hours because I didn’t kill Imani. Matter of fact, I still loved her!
CHAPTER TWENTY
Destiny
I woke up in the hospital with bandages all over my face. Mama and Spencer were sitting by my side. I couldn’t remember what happened or how I got here, right then.
“Hey Love. You’re awake,” Spencer said.
“Yes, I’m thirsty. Can you get me something to drink?”
He poured me a cup of the ice water that was in a pitcher by my bed.
“Hey Mama.”
“Hey sugar. How you feeling?”
“A little sore, but this cough is killing me more.”
“Did the doctor say anything about that?”
“Yes, he said I have pneumonia, but can’t come up with the cause. I don’t know, maybe the change of weather or something.”
“Well maybe, I’m praying you get some comfort soon. I’m ready for you to come home and get some real rest.”
“I know. If all goes well, I should be home real soon.” I smiled, at her. I saw the worried look across her face.
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