A Good Day to Die
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“You ain’t got no leftover pies and cakes?” Don asked smiling. “You know I got a sweet tooth.”
Before Tina could respond her front door was kicked-in. The men charged in, shooting. Don yanked Tina by the arm pulling her down to the floor and then pulled out his Glock shooting anyone in sight. Don only had seventeen shots and no extra clips. He made sure every bullet counted. Don killed and wounded twelve perpetrators. They kept storming the house.
“Ma,” Don said as he looked at Tina. “You got a gun in the house?”
Tina was on the floor crying.
“No, you know I don’t like guns.” Tina then looked at her son’s eyes. “They’re going to kill us, ain’t they?” She asked shuddering in fear.
Don looked around the couch. He saw the men still charging in.
“I’m sorry ma, I shouldn’t never come here. This my fault.”
Tina hugged her son. “I love you.”
She stood and immediately caught a bullet to her right shoulder. Another went in her stomach. Tina dropped to the floor and Don jumped up from behind the couch shooting his last couple shots and hitting no one. The men hit Don once in the chest. The bullet didn’t kill him. They rushed into the house and surrounded Tina and Don.
“Well, well, well,” Shine said. He stood over Don. “It looks like your luck done run out.”
“We gotta make this quick,” One of the men said giving Shine an ax. “You know them crackers gone be here real quick.”
Shine took the ax and looked at Don. “You get off easy but you still gone suffer.” Shine said kicking Don in the mouth.
Don spat blood on Shine’s shoes. “Nigga fuck you! Gimme your best…”
Shine smiled at Don and then looked at Tina. “Before I kill you,” Shine said signaling for his men to get Tina. “You gone watch her die…”
Don said nothing. Him and his mother were dead anyway. He didn’t want to give Shine the satisfaction of hearing him beg.
“Hold her down!” Shine shouted tossing the ax back over his shoulder. “And make sure the nigga watch. This is for Jason. Blood for blood nigga…”
Shine lowered the ax with all his might. Tina’s neck gave, Shine had to swing three more times before her head was completely severed. Shine picked up the head and put it right in Don’s face.
“She look familiar,” Shine laughed. The rest of his crew laughed. Don tried to attack Shine but had no energy. Shine dropped Tina’s head and hit Don four times in the face causing his legs to give out. “Drop him.” Shine said turning to get the ax. Don fell to the floor and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a switchblade and hid it.
“I hear sirens,” a man said running into the living room. “They’ll be here any minute.”
“We on our way,” Shine said standing over Don. “This for Shawn, G and everybody else…” Shine raised the ax.
“You know Shawn wanted me to tell you something,” Don whispered.
“What you suppose to tell me?” Shine asked putting the ax down.
Don mumbled in a lower voice and Shine bent so that he could hear Don clearly. Don felt Shine was close enough.
“Shawn hated your guts.”
He lunged and the knife went through Shine’s jaw. He jumped back.
“Fuck this shit!” Shine said, blood leaking from the hole in his face. “Let’s go.” The men walked out. Shine turned around and pulled out his gun. “You know I wasn’t gonna leave without saying goodbye to your ass.”
Shine shot Don in both legs and arms, once in the stomach and emptied the rest of his clip into Don’s face.
“Survive that, bitch!” Shine spat on Don’s body and left.
Juice notified Jon about the murders of his mother and brother. Jon, Kay and the rest of the family were there in less than ten hours. Jon wanted to see the bodies immediately. Juice told him that it’d do no good, but Jon insisted. Juice gave him the information of the hospital.
After a lot of talking and bribing Jon was finally allowed to see his mother’s and brother’s body. The sight of seeing what was done to his brother made Jon nauseous. The shock of seeing his mother’s severed head made Jon threw up. When he was finished regurgitating, Jon knelt and cried.
“This is my fault. I should’ve never left you alone. I broke my oath to you and I’m sorry. I’m back now and people will pay. I promise you. In 2000, everyday will be a good day to die…”
BIOGRAPHY
I am known as Bay Bay and was raised in the small city of Gary, Indiana. Famous for being the hometown of Michael Jackson and his family, the place got slept on. Gary is not a tourist attraction. It’s more what you see on The Corner - straight slums. In 2003, Gary was rated the worst city to live in the US, but growing up there was both dangerous and fun.
Despite dropping out of school in the ninth grade and being involved in the system since the age of thirteen, I believed in myself. In ’92 I received my GED and an Associate’s Degree in ’98. It was when I took a break from school that drama from my past caught up to me. Now the feds have me in custody.
There are a lot of things that pushed me into the writing field. I remember being twenty-one and a tutor in prison. The person I tutored was a wiz at getting grants for the system. She would type proposals and ask me and another tutor to proofread for her. She always encouraged me to write a book. Then I arrived in Virginia and a former roommate, Terrance Stokely, was writing a book. He would always ask me to spell certain words he had problems with. Then I got in trouble and was sent to confinement. Isolated, I read a couple of HIP Hop fiction books and was inspired to write one.
A stepson and three bad boys along with my beautiful wife provide me with the inspiration I need. Through my writings I can show my boys a better way.
I write about the two things I know: the streets and the penitentiary. The drama is from the city I grew up in. My hood is real, the peoples are real and I’m trying to make sense of all the violence.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or organizations, or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2007 James Hendircks
eISBN : 978-1-935-88313-5
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