Death's Foot on My Shadow.
I stop at 7- eleven and I knew the moment I step out of the car and saw the dead pigeon lying on the ground the grim reaper was coming for me. I am not talking about the murder I just committed but karma was reeling her ugly head. Life is an echo and for my sins they would eventually catch up to me. I walk in and the second sign was all of my tickets I usually purchase at the Lotto machine where gone. I bought six tickets and none of them where a winner. Death was hunt she was hungry for life and my time was up. I'd lost love, I'd lost lotto and this scared me because losing for me signified the end.I walk out the door the man dressed in overalls covered in dirt, his hand extended and he slurred each word, "hunty, can I please have some change for food. Thank you hunty."
I dug into my pockets and handed him forty dollars. He smile and the single tooth was dangling.
"Hunty, The Lord will bless even the wicked so she will go out and do his will. Thank you." He handed me a cross and limped away.
My cell flashed and his voice announce,"Teleka is safe."
"Thank you, William. I'm five minutes away."
I step into my truck and flying over my head was black crows.It was hundreds of them flying in a circular motion, the sound of their caws where angry and white poop covered my truck. Death was knocking on my door. The bitch was trying to get me. I pulled off and several of the crows followed me. I parked behind William Matter's Mercedes Benz. I took several deep breaths and picked my Afro.
I went into the side entrance and William was sitting in his leather lounge chair. His hair now had speaks of gray, he'd cut off his Afro and now sported a fade, he grew a full beard and on his finger was a wedding band. I looked at the picture of him and his wife. He had changed but still the same William.
"William Matters what it do Bro ham?"
"Goldie, I'm blessed and highly favored."
William hated seeing me I was a reminder of his past life. A reminder that he is a dangerous man. He had taken many of lives for me back in the day. He turned over a new leaf to serve his community and The Lord. He wanted to redeem his life by doing good for others. In his eyes I could see that he still enjoy the adrenaline of ending a life.
"Where did you find her this time?"
He folded his hands on his belly and answered,
"In Niagara Falls back in the spot we normally find her. She is fed and cleaned up."
"I owe you one, William." He sat up and looked me in the eyes
"You owe me nothing. Iron sharpens Iron."
I looked over at the picture of his wife.
"Does she know?"
"There are no secrets in my marriage." He picked up the picture of her and kissed it.
"Would she ever snitch?"
"My wife would never utter a word. She is loyal to me and I can trust her with my life and secrets."
"You really love her?"
"Yes, she is the best part of me. Let me take you to your daughter."
William never went into detail about the woman he was married to. He open the door and his wife sat next to her. She was heavyset, her hair was braided and pulled into a ponytail. she sat the bowl down and William walked over and kissed her forehead.
"We'll give you some time alone." He took his wife by the hand and they walk out the room. Teleka eyes where sunken in, her cheeks where bruised, her once beautiful skin was now a grayish colored. She was only nineteen but life, drugs and sadness aged her.
"Mommy, I need help. I need help." She repeated over and over again.
"Let me help you then."
"Mommy, I want some candy to make it go away. To make the pain go away, please."
She shivered , she scratches her skin until it bleeds. The girl with everything gave it up for drugs and the streets. She lived in a beautiful home, lived with the best of everything money could afford. Love over the top but I never got the why would she fall in love with drugs. It began when she was fourteen when she came home and I saw my little girl was dying inside. Her heart wasn't pure, her anger was so deep she began cutting off her hair and her wrists.
"No. What can I do to fix you baby?" She lay her head on my lap put her thumb in her mouth and she began to talk.
"Mommy remember Bishop Gerald Goode?"
"Yes." Anger began to fill up in me and my left eye twitch.
"William, told me to stay away from him. He told me he was dangerous. I didn't listen I just fell in love with him at fourteen. He started me on candy and then he gave me his venom. He gave me his sickness and then he stopped loving me. He stopped loving me like daddy stopped loving you."
Tears drenched my face, anger cause hives to break out on my skin. Living in this lie serving his church and his Idolized God. He was sticking his dick in my baby. He was raping my baby.
"He molested you."
She sucked on her thumb and pulled at her ear. She wanted to pull him out of his grave and piss in his face.
"Did William know his father was doing this to you?"
"No, he didn't. He was his victim and so was his wife. Mommy, I need candy to forget."
She shook and vomited in my lap. I cleaned her up and I could see her rib cage. I could see the sores on her back and her hair falling out in my lap. She was dead already, her heart pumping but her soul was dead.
"Mommy, I love you so much. I want to get better. I need your help, please."
"I love you too and I promise to get you help." She sucked on her thumb and pulled at her ear. I kiss her forehead. She was my princess still.She was snoring and finally fell asleep. I stood and pulled out my magnum. 357 because William better speak fast.
I snatched the door open and walk towards William. He stood and didn't flinch. Tasiyana open her mouth to scream and he covered it with his hand.
"Go to my office and close the door. It is just business." His hazel eyes turned orange. His lips twisted up and he watched his wife walk into the office and close the door.
"Did you fucking know your father raped my daughter?"
She studied his eyes because William almost always spoke the truth. He was not a liar even if it meant his death.
"No, I did not know. I warned her along with other children to stay away from him."
Her chest was heaving in and out.My gun still pointing to his face and he never blinked. I sniffle turn my head and swallow back my tears. He was dead and nothing mor could be done but to save my daughter.
"She needs you and none of us can change the past. She is sick. I have a spot for her at Melrose clinic in Florida. They have a unit dedicated to H.I.V and drug addiction I will cover the cost."
"I don't know how to fix her, yo!"
"No one can fix her but your daughter. She has a lot of hurt inside of her. They way I did but the Good Lord will."
"Don't throw your God in my face. God has nothing to do with bringing her back to healthy."
He has everything to do with saving souls . Don't use his name in vain your angry with him for no reason. The enemy is..."
I raise my hand and walk close towards him. He pulls out his gun and I sneer at him.
"Don't start preaching to me about redemption. I've seen you carve open a man face and dissect each of their body parts like a frog. I watched you Pastor Matters enjoy every murder you've committed. It's a urge that will never die. I don't give a fuck how much praying, or doing good or ministering souls the fact remains just like me you are a murderer."
His eyes water and he looked at the gun in his hands. He ran his fingers against the gun. He nodded and then he closed his eyes. He shuttered and released a sigh. He put the gun in his holster.
"He is a redeemer. I believe in my God. I just want to help Teleka. We both want to help her."
I heard the shatter of glass, the sound of shots as William and I ran to the room. William pulled out his gun and kicked open the door. Teleka's frail body was riddle with bullets as I drop to the floor. Sitting on the edge of her bed was a black crow who did a series of long caws. I ran to her body cradle her into my arms and became fixated on the Initials FGV carved into her forehead. I disappointed her again. Left her side and my baby is gone. I glance at the windows and several crows appear all on the window sill. I gasp and the old man I gave the forty dollars was cover in blood. Death scent filled the air of her soul rotting, her mouth gaped open. I push on her chest trying to revive her. The grim reaper had collected her soul and claimed her as his. I rocked her into my breasts. I sung to her favorite lullaby as she empty her bladder on me. As she made her last bowel movement. The sirens, the police and the crows lined up singing death's lyrics.
I took several deep breath, my body numb but I could see her being put in a black body bag. I could hear them describing her wounds, her HIV status as they where dressed in full armor. William cradle his wife face into his chest as she cried. At least she knew I loved her. The detective walks towards me and he said,
"Plenty of them."
I walked out the room and out the door. The black crow was resting on my truck. Death was chasing me, it was closer than I could imagine. It wanted my soul because I rolled with Hell's Angels. I was evil and deadly. I was alone. I lost life and the pain was eating my entire soul. I couldn't cry as I followed the coroner's truck. I ran red lights because I didn't keep her safe in life. I fail her in life but in death I would find her killer.
I walked into the hallway of where I could hear the sounds of voices of the deceased. The walls where a dreary gray, the dingy white tiles squeaks with each step and the slamming of the doors of each drawer. She was lying on a table,her skin was the color of clay, her eyes wide open, dried tears and her face still stained with blood. It was my only child in a room of other dead people. The coroner bit into two jelly donuts while it oozed down his chin. My eyes became fixated on the bullet wound in her forehead, the initials FGV on her cheek. I grabbed my mouth, my chest pounding and my throat feeling clogged with salt water. FGV played the game the way I taught her.My baby was my pride and joy. I reach my hand to close her eyes and the man with the silver hair and jelly stain slapped my hand. He bit into the donut dripping the purple goo on her face. I snatched him by the collar and busted him in the face
"Have some damn respect for the dead. She is my daughter now clean her off right now.
I was trying to save her. I was trying and I failed her in life. I promise in her death I would find her killer.
FGV had motive I stopped loving her.She was the one I turned out and yet I could not see love in her eyes. I hated the way she abused her daughter every second she had. That broad was wicked. Her revenge was her signature to get me to notice I had scorned her.
I walk out of the building and the man I gave forty dollars to was covered in black crows. He opened his mouth and began cawing a loud. His eyes turn black and disappear. One by one the birds disappear.
"Death's coming to get you."
I never feared a human being in my life but I feared her. She was a woman who lacked love. I feared that she loved me enough to kill. Love is more deadly than hate because it has a thin line. She had been deny by many men and then me. She attempted by sending flowers, candy, lotto tickets and converses. I return her love with no reasoning why. She took the only thing that would get a response out of me.
She took my princess and my instinct is to attack and kill. She wanted me to chase her because for so many years I had deny her my love and friendship. She needed to be the one who took my life. Love,Lust and Lotto go hand and hand. Tricia wanted me to love her because I satisfy her lust and winning my love was the luck of the draw. This broad is psychotic and I was insane we where a concoction of that drink liquid cocaine with specks of gold. It was the type of lust that felt good but toxic to the body.p
I trembled at the fact of ever eating her yoni. I should have fear her the moment I saw have an orgasm over a dead body. Did this broad cum while my daughter was taking her last breath? I thought.
I could hear my daughter voice saying ,"I love you so much Mommy. I need help." I was avoiding my tears. I was avoiding fucking pain cause that wench FGV took life away. She murder my baby. I was suppose to be mourning her death but instead I was ravage with anger. I am driving in a frenzy, black crows following me and I want to kill. I stop at a red light and there he was that man again. I pulled out my gun and shot him in the face three times.
"Death is chasing me but death caught your ass." I yell out the window and pull off.
It was no time for tears. Tears were for broads who show there weakness. I am in the business of death and revenge. Life is fucking echo and revenge is a girl's best friend. It was resting in my soul to kill this broad slowly. To torture her until I am sleepy. She won for a moment but I will win for a lifetime."
© 2013 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.