“Noooo grrrrhhhh ehhhh hh haa haa don’t duuu!”
Diego let out smothered breathless words of protest. His eyes bulged, beads of water cascaded down his cheeks as he watched me raise the hammer above my head once again. Dallas shut her eyes tight. Angelique opened up her eyes wider. Sway smiled and nodded.
I brought the hammer down hard and fast, nailing
Diego’s left ball! Blood and some thick cream-colored puss stuff squirted everywhere. I was expecting for the ball to look as flat as a pancake but it didn’t. The whole thing just exploded. I focused my attention on the right one. I repeated the same overhead motion and slammed the hammer down on the other ball. Now, this time I did notice it flatten out a little, not to mention the blood spatter, but what stood out the most about banging balls, was the sound.
When the hammer connected with them, it sounded like heavy boots stomping on wet carpet. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard…it was the sound of revenge.
Angelique huffed, “That was some intense shit! Oh my fuckin’ God, did you see the way his balls jus’ blew up!?”
“I think I got ball juice on my arm.” Sway released his hold on Diego’s neck.
An ugly look spread across Dallas’s face, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Diego wasn’t saying anything at all. The pain was so excruciating he passed out cold. A thin strand of drool hung from his lower lip and his head was slumped over with his chin resting on his chest. His shirt was speckled and blotched with blood and semen.
“Why did you do that?” Angelique looked at me.
I sighed wiping my face with the back of my hand. “I didn’t want him to be able to have any more children; no child should ever be thrown away like I was. He doesn’t give a fuck about his own daughter.”
“Why not jus’ kill him.” She pressed me a little more.
I smiled at her, “Death would be too easy, what man really feels like a man without his balls?”
I’d just ruined my 10,000 carpet with a bloody stain that wouldn’t ever come out. Fuck the carpet, I was planning on putting hard wood floors in anyway.
Life Is Stranger Than Fiction
I found myself again walking down the hallway of the Four Seasons hotel. Although it was nearly four in the morning and I had been up for almost 24 hours straight…I wasn’t the least bit tired. I knocked on the door and waited patiently for it to open. The answers I was looking for were on the other side.
The door opened seconds later and Pamela was standing there surprisingly wide-awake just like me.
“Hello Tyce, come in.” She spoke softly just above a whisper.
I walked inside and Pamela closed the door behind me. The bed was as good a place as any so I decided to take a seat there and start the important conversation.
“Did you know?” I rubbed my short hair.
“Yes I did.”
“How long have you known?”
Pamela sat down next to me, “I’ve known ever since you were released from jail.” She held my hand. “After I found you and I came out of my own depression your presence was still with me. As I told you at the jail, I never completely left you. You always had and will forever have a permanent place in my heart. I fell in love with you that night and the love continued to grow as you grew. I wanted so badly to be able to answer the questions I knew you would ask one day. Soooo I uhhh began to look for your mother on my own.” Pamela let out a shaky breath and squeezed my hand tighter. “I looked for your biological mother for years. The whole time you were in the foster care, and group homes, I
searched and searched for your mom, hoping that one day I could reunite the two of the you. After four years and dead end after dead end, I regrettably gave up, and I decided I would look after you myself.”
“Ok so what changed, I mean how did you meet Gloria?” I turned and faced her.
“A close friend of mine that knew about you and the circumstances involved faxed a missing persons report to me. He told me that it might be the woman I was looking for. I immediately read it and was shocked at what it said. The report was over 26 years old but the details matched perfectly. The woman claimed that a man named Diego took her newborn son away from her. She didn’t know his last name or where he lived. In the report, she did implicate him as being the father but said the two of them weren’t together. It was a miracle for me to come across this ancient file. The reason I think it got ignored or buried beneath the unsolved pile was because Diego was an illegal immigrant at the time. I also suspect he had several police officers and detectives on his payroll to help cover it up. So I again searched for your mother, and this time I finally found her.”
I stood up and leaned against the dresser. I really looked at Pamela; I could see the sincerity on her face.
“It kinda put you in an odd spot when you found out he was trying to kill me.” I chuckled a little.
“Well yes.” She smiled. “How do you tell someone that his father is the man he wants to murder? And furthermore, how do you explain that he was the one who tried to kill you at birth?”
I rubbed my facial hair, “Yeah I can see how that could be a lil awkward.”
Pamela stood up and stepped toward me, closing the distance between us.
“I was trying to protect you Tyce. I chose not to tell you right away because you needed to focus and stay alive. You work better when you don’t have distractions.” She paused for a brief moment. “I know this sounds bad but a part of me actually wanted you to kill that son of a bitch!”
I threw my head back and laughed. I was shocked to hear something like that come out of her mouth. Pamela was the perfect clone of a third grade school teacher, so that last comment really threw me for a loop.
“Well, Diego is in the trunk of my Benz tryin’ to find his balls so I guess that will hafta to do for now.”
“Oh lord you cut his balls off?” Pamela put her hand over her mouth to stop the giggle from escaping.
“Naw…I jus’ smashed em with a hammer.”
“Ewwwww, ouch!” She grimaced a little, and then changed the subject. “So what happened to Armando?”
“That’s a long story mom, I’ll tell you on the way to the hospital…oh, guess what?” I folded my arms across my chest.
“What?”
“I have a sister.”
“Shut the front door! Are you serious?” She slapped my arm.
“Yeah I’m serious…and that aint all.”
“So what are you going to tell me next, that you have a twin brother?”
“Nope, you’re gonna be a Grandma…Dallas is pregnant.”
“What the fudge! You’re just fool of surprises
tonight aren’t you…congratulations!”
“Thanks, I jus’ found out a few hours ago…it’s been one helluva night.” I shook my head.
“I’m just happy you’re alive.” Pamela hugged my neck tight.
“I told you before…I got this.”
Reunited
I almost cussed the night nurse out when she informed me that she told Pamela and Tyce to come back during regular visiting hours!
“I don’t care what time it is, bring them in here.” I told her.
I was polite but firm, I’ve waited 26 years for this moment and I was not about to have them come back later. I repositioned myself when she left the room. I found the remote control for the bed under my ribcage and pressed the button to incline my upper body. My heart began to race as I smoothed over my hair. Everything I needed was right next to me on a little stand. Breath mints, Carmax, a brush, and a box of tissues. I would kill for some mascara, lipstick or even a little blush right about now. I didn’t want to be looking all shabby the first time my son laid eyes on me.
The nurse came in quietly, “Your visitors are here Ms. Wright.”
Pamela walked in first; she was wearing scarlet red slacks with a white blouse and a very pretty smile. Her cheeks were rosy like Santa Clause; she looked like she’d used some blush. Th
e next site I saw was like heaven to me. Tyce came walking through the doorway carrying a bouquet of red long stem roses. He looked like a model in a Nike ad with his Jordan’s and white T-shirt. Upon closer inspection, I noticed sprinkles of blood and dirt on his shirt. I also noticed how much he looked like me.
Pamela broke the ice, “Gloria this is Tyce, Tyce meet Gloria…your mother.”
I held my breath as we looked each other over. I was surprised when he gave me the beautiful flowers and leaned over to give me a hug. I felt the warmth of his body pressed against mine as we shared a long overdue embrace as mother and son. My eyes could no longer contain the tears of joy. They fell freely down my cheeks and the sides of my face. To say I was happy would be an understatement in this case, I felt like the sun was rising on a summer morning inside my chest. As I rubbed his strong back, I thanked God for answering my heartfelt prayers.
“I thought you were dead.” I sobbed into his shoulder. “I I I tried to stop Diego from taking you but I was so weak after giving birth to you I couldn’t even stand up. I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize, I don’t have any ill feelings towards you, I’m jus’ happy to finally meet you. Your exactly how I pictured you would be…you’re beautiful.”
After what seemed like an hour, we finally broke contact. My son stood up before me looking strong and healthy. If I must say so myself…he was fine too!”
“Have a seat next to me and let me look at you.” I scooted over a bit to give him some room. “You’re so handsome.”
“Thank you, I think you had a lot to do with that.” He winked at me.
Pamela took a seat in a chair a few feet away from us, she was grinning from ear to ear.
“There’s so much I want to tell you, so much I want to say…I just don’t know where to start. I uhhh, I prayed for this day and I….” The words were smothered by sobs of joy.
After several long seconds, I continued with what I wanted to say.
“How much did Pamela tell you?” I wiped my eyes with a tissue.
“She told me everything except how you ended up meeting Armando in the first place. That part is still a little sketchy.”
I sighed heavily, “Ok, well, I basically convinced her to let me meet him; I wanted to stand in her place. I figured I could get close enough to kill his ass, pay him back for taking my baby away from me. Pamela tracked me down and told me that my son was alive and well…that was the absolute best news in the world. All my dreams had come true when I heard you survived. Pamela also told me how and where she found you and my joy turned to anger. Fire surged through my veins when I heard Diego put my little baby boy in a dumpster! All I could think about was me smiling over his dead body!”
Tyce looked over at Pamela, “Damn, now I see where I get my temper from.” He laughed a little. “How come you didn’t reach out to me through Pamela when she told you I was alive, why did you wait so long.”
I rubbed his back gently, “Honestly, I was a little nervous. I didn’t know how you viewed me or if you were mad at me or what. I figured if I could tell you that the man I let harm you years ago was dead, it would somehow redeem me in your eyes. I wanted to protect you like I didn’t 26 years ago.”
Tyce squinted his eyes a little as he spoke, “If you thought Diego killed me, then why didn’t you try and get him back then?”
“As you know Diego is a powerful man…I couldn’t take him on by myself, even though I wanted to, and believe me I wanted to!”
I could see his eyes beginning to mist over as he asked me the next question I knew was coming sooner or later.
“Why didn’t he want me?”
The tears began to flow again from my eyes. The image of Pamela was a little blurry but I could see she was crying also.
“Tyce, he said he didn’t want a little monkey for a son. He told me to abort you. He said he didn’t want to taint his blood line. He was fine fucking a black woman but he didn’t want a baby by one! I tried to hide from him, but he found me…he kept me hostage until I had you…then he stole you from me. Diego thought you were dead, I guess in some way that was best because it protected you, if he would have known you were alive he would have tried to finish you off. He put all the pieces together when he saw me sitting there in his living room after all these years.”
My son looked at me sincerely, “It wasn’t your fault, I don’t blame you for what Diego did, and you best believe he’s real sorry now.”
That last comment made me proud and lifted an enormous weight off my shoulders.
I smiled widely at him, “That’s my boy.”
Prego
The morning brought with it a fresh start loaded with hope. I met my biological mother last night, my pops was locked in my trunk, Dallas was pregnant, and I was a millionaire. Life was good…life was very good. Gloria was very pretty; I could see myself in her. She had thick eyebrows just like me, her nose was round, and her lips seemed as if they were always on the verge of a smile. Most of her hair was black except for a few gray strands. Her mouth was full of glossy white teeth and although her hair was slightly messed up when I seen her, I could tell it was styled nicely. I smiled as I pictured her image in my mind.
The smell of turkey bacon, eggs, and raisin toast wafted up the stairs and into my room. I had only been a sleep for three hours but it felt like eight. I needed the rest after a really long night full of murder, drama, exploding scrotums, and shocking revelations.
I didn’t bother getting dressed, choosing to wear shorts and a tank top to the breakfast table. My fingers tapped the glass of my 500-gallon fish tank on my way out the bedroom door. I had a little spring in my step as I trotted down the stairs. The first order of business was to check on my punk ass daddy. I grabbed the remote to my Benz off the coffee table and walked to the garage. Everything looked normal in the huge space. Angelique’s Jag, the Benz, Dallas’s Beamer, and my busted ass Jeep were all parked in their designated spaces. Standing at the back of my bumper, I smiled down at my reflection in the high gloss paint. My thumb pressed a button on the remote and the trunk slowly opened up. Diego’s body was curled up like a little fetus. His expensive clothes looked like the outfit of a homeless man, the extravagant material all wrinkled from over wear.
“Rise and shine old man!” I jingled the keys in my palm.
Diego’s face twisted up from the sudden rush of light. “Yu dun’t know whu yur fucking with yu little fuck! Yur going tu wish I….”
I put an abrupt stop to his threats with a quick punch to the jaw. It was too early for all that shit. The blow knocked him out again and I closed the trunk on his ass.
Walking back into the house now, I could hear someone moving around the kitchen. My stomach growled as the smell of breakfast grew stronger in the air. Hunger and curiosity lead me to the kitchen where I saw Angelique busy doing her Betty Crocker thing.
“Hey babe.”
I came up behind her while she was tending to the crispy bacon. She turned her head over her shoulder to meet my lips.
“Good mornin’, how are you feeling?”
“I feel good.”
“How’s Gloria?” She turned the bacon over.
“She’s fine, I think they’re gonna release her tomorrow evenin’ if her pain is manageable.” I sat down at the table.
“That’s good news, I’m happy to hear it. I can’t believe what happened last night; everything’s been so crazy the last 24 hours.” Angelique turned around and faced me.
I shook my head, “Shit, tell me about it, all this shit is crazy retarded.”
“Is Dallas still sleep?” I leaned back in my chair.
Angelique cracked some eggs in a bowl, “No, she’ll be here in a sec, I told her the food would be ready in like ten minutes.”
A confused look came over my face and Angelique took notice. She played with the diamond necklace I bought her trying to look normal.
“What?” She asked raising her arched eyebrows.
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“You know what.” I stared at her. “You attacked the woman like a bear last night and now you’re cookin’ her breakfast. I know I said squash it and all but I didn’t expect you to feed her.” I smiled.
“Whatever Tyce…it wasn’t that bad.” She cocked her head to the side.
“Yeah ok, tell yourself whatever you need to, jus’ don’t burn the turkey bacon.”
“Boy, you know I know how to cook don’t even go there. But on a serious note, I feel I owe you an explanation about what Dallas said last night.” I waved my hand in protest, “Don’t even sweat it baby girl, I know you would take a bullet for me if it ever came down to it so some he say she say shit don’t even matter.” My eyes got a little bigger, “Yo, can you believe Dallas is pregnant?”
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