“Hey Loretta, I need you to put your car into your garage before we leave.” Marcel instructed, interrupting my eye contact with Born.
He set my bags down on the ground beside his car; which was parked directly behind mine in the driveway, walked back towards me and
passed me my pocketbook.
“I don’t search any bag that I didn’t snatch.” He joked.
“Whatever.” I smiled as I dug in and took out my keys. I pressed the keyless entry remote to unlock my car. I waddled over to my car opened
my door, flopped down, reached up on the sun visor and pressed the embedded garage opener. I started my car and pulled it into the garage
next to Born’s; which looked like it had been recently washed and waxed. I got out of my car, shut the door, began to walk out of the
garage and as the garage was closing I turned around and looked at both the garage and my house as if it would be for the last time. Born
had already gone back into the house and was watching me out of the living room window.
“DO YOU HAVE EVERYTHING?” Marcel yelled from his car after he had loaded all of my stuff into his trunk. He had been warming the car up
while Born and I had said our goodbyes. Marcel had been watching Born standing in the window. He had seen every gesture of love we had
made. He shook his head as we blew kisses at each other. I walked over to Marcel’s car and sat down.
“Nigga, are you crazy?” I asked in a low, harsh, ‘don’t play with me’ tone.
“What?” He asked, dumbfounded.
“This isn’t the projects boy! Don’t be yelling like that in my neighborhood.” I chastised through gritted teeth.
“I didn’t yell.”
“You’ve been in the projects so long and ya’ll yell so much you don’t even realize when you are yelling.” I looked at him in utter disbelief.
“I don’t live in the projects.”
“I know you don’t but you fuck with a bunch of bitches that do.” I snickered.
“Whatever, with your high-class acting ass.”
“You forget that any and everything you say echoes throughout this neighborhood so it sounds as if you’re yelling.” I told him.
“You’re really caught up in this new life you’re living.” Marcel said to me, with what appeared to be a snide look on his face.
“What are you talking about?” I was unsure of what he was talking about. He had really caught me off guard with that comment. He can’t be
implying what I think he is.
“My neighborhood?” He mocked and looked at me like I was playing myself.
“Yeah my neighborhood. That’s what I said ain’t it? I do live here, don’t I? How else would I refer to it?” I reassuringly said, so that he would
know that I knew what the fuck I had said. Sometimes that fool makes me think he rode the short bus to school.
“You mean your hood, don’t you?” He sounded straight like a hoodlum.
“Like I said before, this isn’t the projects.” I rolled my eyes at him. I swear, sometimes he acts like the dumbest nigga I’ve ever seen. I don’t
know why Born even hangs with this fool. And to think…he put me and the baby’s life in this nutcase’s hands. DAMN! On top of that, he
wants to name this idiot as our child’s godfather!
“Really?” He commented as he started his car, backed out of the driveway and began to drive off. He had to get the last word. I’ma let him
have that though because my concern is with Born right now and not this stupid asshole sitting beside me. When this is all over, I’m really
gonna have to speak with Born about finding better friends, and finding the baby another godfather.
While we were driving the baby was making a lot of movement in my stomach. I thought back to the moment that Marcel had touched my
stomach. The baby really did kick hard as if he was lashing out at Marcel. There’s an old wives tale that says that a baby can sense an evil
person. People touch my stomach all the time and never has the baby kicked like that before.
I have always told Born that I don’t care too much for Marcel anyways. I have always been cordial and nice to him because he and Born are
close friends. I’ve always told Born that Marcel’s true intentions will eventually be revealed and either he’s gonna be the enemy or the foe. I
warned Born that the test will happen when Born really needs Marcel.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked. I wanted to know up front, while we were still inside the city limits. That’s in case he tried anything
funny. I told you I don’t trust him.
“I’m taking you somewhere safe. You’ll see when we get there. But before we go there, I have to make a stop. I’ve got a little bit of
business to handle.” Marcel explained to me.
“I hope you aren’t planning on taking me to some bitch’s house. I am not getting ready to be waiting on you while you’re inside fucking!” I
had a little anger in my voice because I knew that Marcel would indeed do something stupid like that.
“Please believe I wouldn’t be trying to fuck and get a nut in five minutes. I might be getting some head in that time, but not fucking.” Marcel
laughed as if he had just told a joke that was actually funny. The shit wasn’t funny to me and it reflected on my face as my eyebrows
burrowed inwards causing a crease to appear in my forehead.
“Lighten up, it was just a joke.” Marcel explained after looking at my expression of disgust.
“Well, whatever you’re trying to go in that house and do, DON’T, because I’m not going to be sitting out here like I’m lost and shit. You
should have taken care of that shit before you came and got me any damned way! I don’t know why in the hell Born trusts you like he does.”
“Well Born called me out of the clear blue and asked me to come get you so I put my business on hold, for you!” He exclaimed with attitude.
“I’m stopping right here.” He pulled the car over to the right hand side of the street alongside the curb. When I looked up the walkway,
there sat an old white house that was in dire need of a paint job. The yard wasn’t terrible, but it didn’t have a welcoming feel to it either.
The house had burgundy shutters and a heavy duty burgundy door that was sheltered by a screen door. The front of the house had a porch
that extended across the entire front portion of the house. There was a plant sitting on the bottom step. The walkway was lined with an old
carpeted rug. When it was new, it probably had the appearance of a runway carpet; however, rain and the sun have long since faded the
color of the rug. I couldn’t see anyone in the windows or the front door. The house appeared to be quiet as if no one was home. I got an
eerie feeling about this house.
I turned around to face Marcel. “Who lives here?” I asked with much attitude.
“It’s just this chick I know. I want to let her know that I’ll be out of town for a few days so she won’t worry about me, if that is alright with
you?” He said while stepping out of the running car.
“See what I mean Marcel. You could’ve just called her and told her that. There was no reason for you to come by just to tell her that! I’ve
never even heard you talk about being serious with anyone, so I know that’s not the case. I’m not waiting on your freaky ass, Marcel. Could
you please hurry up!
“Whatever.” Marcel said in a low voice and then yelled out “I WILL!” He ran up the walkway towards the house. I just shook my head
because he knows I just spoke to him about yelling in a neighborhood. As a matter of fact, I’m sure he just did that on purpose. That’s the
reason that jackass ran up the walkway.
“This is one dirty ass nigga!” I said out loud to no one since I was alone in the car. I was really beginning to get frustrated at this point. I
decided to call Born and tell him about this shit. I pulled out my cell phone and pressed the speed dial number for Born.
“Hey Baby Girl?” Born answered.
“Babe, you will not believe where this fucking Marcel has brought me!” I skipped the greeting and complained. Suddenly, the phone
disconnected.
“What the fuck?” I said while looking at my phone to check for my signal strength. “I know this mother fucker did not just hang up on me.” I
quickly hit the speed dial for Born again.
“Hey Miss.” I heard while jumping in my seat. It was Marcel. He had opened his door and scared the shit out of me. He got in the car.
“Can you announce yourself next time? It’s not polite to be scaring a pregnant woman! You could have sent me into labor, fool!” I said with a
little ‘tude.
“What in the hell is wrong with you, girl?” Marcel looked down at my hand with my cell phone and noticed that I was in the middle of dialing a
number. He looked at me as if to ask who I was calling.
“Girl you know you shouldn’t be calling anybody telling them anything about what’s going on.” Marcel explained to me.
“I just called Born on his cell phone and he answered the phone, but as soon as he heard my voice, the phone hung up as if he didn’t want
to speak to me or something.”
“Maybe he didn’t want to speak to your moody ass.” Marcel mumbled as if I wasn’t supposed to hear him, but I heard it clear as day.
“Excuse you?” I snapped my neck around to him as if I was getting ready to slap him to kingdom come. I actually think I would have.
“Maybe he lost his signal.” Marcel attempted to comfort me, quickly. I guess he could see that I was about to hit the roof. You know that as a
woman, all kinds of thoughts began to surface in my head. My mind was working double time attempting to evaluate the call and all of the
events preceding the call that would have me in this current situation with Marcel. Something isn’t right!
“That mother fucka better not have another bitch in our house! That better not be the reason why he had you come and get me! It’s just a
little too coincidental that you just happened to be in the fucking area when he claims to need me and the baby taken to a safe place!” I
yelled out. Marcel looked at me like I was crazy and at that time I actually felt crazy because the more I thought about it, the more I was
convincing myself that that’s exactly what had happened.
“Please remind me to never get a chick pregnant and have her around your crazy ass.”
“I’m not in the mood right now Marcel.” I rolled my eyes. Maybe my hormones were causing these emotions.
“Come on now, what would make you even think like that? You don’t honestly believe that Born would bring another woman in your house
so don’t even start tripping like that! That’s bullshit and you know it!” Marcel attempted to comfort me.
“I know it sounds far-fetched, but I will feel better if we swung back by the house so I can rule that possibility out. My gut is telling me
something else. We women call that our intuition and mine is currently working overtime!” I was very worried.
“Yours is working overtime because you’re pregnant.”
“That might be the case but I want to be sure.”
“Alright, we’ll swing back by there if it will make you feel better. Lord knows I can’t take a paranoid and pregnant woman on my hands right
now. You would drive me up the fucking wall!” Marcel said, sounding hesitant.
“Thank you.” I said while we pulled off from the white house, did a u-turn in the middle of the street and headed back towards my house. I
dug in my pocketbook, grabbed my house keys and stuck them in my pocket unbeknownst to Marcel. I guess the moment of truth is coming
up.
“I’m sure he’s okay.” Marcel kept telling me on the ride over. I guess he had noticed that I was getting antsy the closer we got to the house.
I actually was beginning to fear what I would find. Did I really want to catch Born with another woman and especially in our home? What
would I do when I caught him? I know I would beat the shit out of him and that bitch regardless of my currently enlarged and very pregnant
stomach. My life as I know it would change dramatically. Was I ready for this? Damn, why did I have to call Born and have the damn phone
hang up on me?
“I’m pretty sure he’s alright too, but I need to make sure. I won’t rest until this is addressed.” We pulled up into my driveway. The house
looked still.
“See, everything is okay.” Marcel looked around as if he could see every part of the house, inside and out.
“Nope. There’s something wrong. I know it. I can feel it. I need to go in and check on things. I have a gut feeling, something is just not
right.” I looked across the street and noticed a white Lincoln Towncar with tinted windows parked there that was not there when we left
the house. The house across the street was vacant and had not even been put on the market to be sold yet so I knew the car wasn’t
visiting that address. Plus, I had never seen the car in our neighborhood before. Something about that car was suspicious.
“I don’t see anything wrong.” Marcel responded and attempted to calm my fears and suspicions. I had placed my hand on Marcel’s doorknob
and was getting ready to open the door to get out of the car. I paused and looked at Marcel.
“You see that car over there, Marcel?” I pointed at the car. He turned to look.
“Yeah, I see it. What about it?” Marcel spat annoyingly at me.
“That car doesn’t belong to any of our neighbors. As a matter of fact, I’ve never even seen it in our neighborhood before.” I observed
sounding very sure of myself.
“And your point is what? The car could be a guest of one of your neighbors. I’m sure you don’t know all of your neighbors’ friends and family
members. Maybe one of them is sneaking around on their significant other. You know, people cheat everyday regardless of the neighborhood
you live in.” Marcel looked at me with a look that dared me to disagree with his statement.
“It could also be the car of the bitch he is cheating with.” I was getting angrier by the minute.
“Come on, cut it out please!” Marcel pleaded with me.
“No something is wrong. I know it.” I’ve been with Born so long, I can feel trouble brewing. I’ve always known when something was wrong or
he was in some type of trouble. Our bond is just that strong. When we initially pulled back in my driveway, all thoughts of another woman
immediately left my mind and my intuition that Born was in deep trouble picked up. I really didn’t think that Born had a woman in our house
anyways. I just had to use something to get Marcel to bring me back to the house and now that we are in front of the house I had to keep
up the act. I knew that if I told him I thought Born was in trouble, he wouldn’t have brought me back because Born would have been against
that.
“Ok let’s go inside and check then.” He said as he got out of the car and walked over to my side of the car to open the door. He helped me
to stand on my swollen feet.
“Thank you.” I stepped onto the sidewalk and waddled up to the house. Marcel was still holding me under my arm to keep my balance steady.
He was looking around as if he was guarding me against something.
“Do you have your keys?” Marcel asked as we neared the front door. “Or do you need your pocketbook?”
“Yes I’ve got them right here.” I pulled the keys out of my pocket and placed them in the lock, opening the door to the house.
“Born?” I yelled in before I stepped into the house. I didn’t get an answer, so I cautiously stepped inside the house, looking all around as I
entered. I entered into the foyer and looked up the stairs and saw no one. Straight ahead in the living room I could see Born sitting on the
couch, not moving. I know he wasn’t watching TV because I didn’t hear any sound and Born always has the surround sound up loud when he
watches TV. It was as if he was sitting there trying to look cool with his back pressed fully against the back of the couch. He even had his arm
on the arm rest and his legs extended and crossed at the ankles. Regardless of his cool demeanor, I could tell that something had all of his
attention. He turned his head and looked at me but didn’t utter a word. He looked worried. He uncrossed his legs and readjusted himself on
the couch so that he was sitting up straight with his butt on the edge of the couch.
“Why haven’t you left yet?” I asked him. I could swear his eyes were beginning to get glossy as if they were filling with tears.
“There’s no need for him to leave. I’m already here.” A strange, yet very familiar voice replied. Just then a large figure stepped into view in
the living room doorway. His name is Kenny and he was facing Born.
“Why did you come back Loretta? Why didn’t you just do as I asked you to?” Born asked me with disgust in his voice.
Once again, I had a sickening feeling in my gut. I knew that there was something very wrong with this picture.
“Kenny, what the fuck are you doing here?” I asked Kenny once I realized that he was the person that held Born’s undivided attention. I
knew Kenny.
“I’m here to see your kid’s father.” Kenny spat as my eyes traveled down his arm to see that he was holding a nickel plated 9 millimeter gun.
“Step on in and close the door, Loretta.” He commanded. “Welcome to the party!”
“Oh shit!” I screamed as my arms instantly shot up in the air. I looked at him trying to figure this thing out. I was confused. What was going
on? My mind was wandering too quickly and all of my thoughts were running together.
“I told you everything would be okay. But no, you didn’t believe me and just had to come back by this house.” Marcel said to me while
shaking his head as if I had just made the dumbest move of my life. He then shoved me further inside the house, closed the door behind him
and locked it.
He set my bags down on the ground beside his car; which was parked directly behind mine in the driveway, walked back towards me and
passed me my pocketbook.
“I don’t search any bag that I didn’t snatch.” He joked.
“Whatever.” I smiled as I dug in and took out my keys. I pressed the keyless entry remote to unlock my car. I waddled over to my car opened
my door, flopped down, reached up on the sun visor and pressed the embedded garage opener. I started my car and pulled it into the garage
next to Born’s; which looked like it had been recently washed and waxed. I got out of my car, shut the door, began to walk out of the
garage and as the garage was closing I turned around and looked at both the garage and my house as if it would be for the last time. Born
had already gone back into the house and was watching me out of the living room window.
“DO YOU HAVE EVERYTHING?” Marcel yelled from his car after he had loaded all of my stuff into his trunk. He had been warming the car up
while Born and I had said our goodbyes. Marcel had been watching Born standing in the window. He had seen every gesture of love we had
made. He shook his head as we blew kisses at each other. I walked over to Marcel’s car and sat down.
“Nigga, are you crazy?” I asked in a low, harsh, ‘don’t play with me’ tone.
“What?” He asked, dumbfounded.
“This isn’t the projects boy! Don’t be yelling like that in my neighborhood.” I chastised through gritted teeth.
“I didn’t yell.”
“You’ve been in the projects so long and ya’ll yell so much you don’t even realize when you are yelling.” I looked at him in utter disbelief.
“I don’t live in the projects.”
“I know you don’t but you fuck with a bunch of bitches that do.” I snickered.
“Whatever, with your high-class acting ass.”
“You forget that any and everything you say echoes throughout this neighborhood so it sounds as if you’re yelling.” I told him.
“You’re really caught up in this new life you’re living.” Marcel said to me, with what appeared to be a snide look on his face.
“What are you talking about?” I was unsure of what he was talking about. He had really caught me off guard with that comment. He can’t be
implying what I think he is.
“My neighborhood?” He mocked and looked at me like I was playing myself.
“Yeah my neighborhood. That’s what I said ain’t it? I do live here, don’t I? How else would I refer to it?” I reassuringly said, so that he would
know that I knew what the fuck I had said. Sometimes that fool makes me think he rode the short bus to school.
“You mean your hood, don’t you?” He sounded straight like a hoodlum.
“Like I said before, this isn’t the projects.” I rolled my eyes at him. I swear, sometimes he acts like the dumbest nigga I’ve ever seen. I don’t
know why Born even hangs with this fool. And to think…he put me and the baby’s life in this nutcase’s hands. DAMN! On top of that, he
wants to name this idiot as our child’s godfather!
“Really?” He commented as he started his car, backed out of the driveway and began to drive off. He had to get the last word. I’ma let him
have that though because my concern is with Born right now and not this stupid asshole sitting beside me. When this is all over, I’m really
gonna have to speak with Born about finding better friends, and finding the baby another godfather.
While we were driving the baby was making a lot of movement in my stomach. I thought back to the moment that Marcel had touched my
stomach. The baby really did kick hard as if he was lashing out at Marcel. There’s an old wives tale that says that a baby can sense an evil
person. People touch my stomach all the time and never has the baby kicked like that before.
I have always told Born that I don’t care too much for Marcel anyways. I have always been cordial and nice to him because he and Born are
close friends. I’ve always told Born that Marcel’s true intentions will eventually be revealed and either he’s gonna be the enemy or the foe. I
warned Born that the test will happen when Born really needs Marcel.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked. I wanted to know up front, while we were still inside the city limits. That’s in case he tried anything
funny. I told you I don’t trust him.
“I’m taking you somewhere safe. You’ll see when we get there. But before we go there, I have to make a stop. I’ve got a little bit of
business to handle.” Marcel explained to me.
“I hope you aren’t planning on taking me to some bitch’s house. I am not getting ready to be waiting on you while you’re inside fucking!” I
had a little anger in my voice because I knew that Marcel would indeed do something stupid like that.
“Please believe I wouldn’t be trying to fuck and get a nut in five minutes. I might be getting some head in that time, but not fucking.” Marcel
laughed as if he had just told a joke that was actually funny. The shit wasn’t funny to me and it reflected on my face as my eyebrows
burrowed inwards causing a crease to appear in my forehead.
“Lighten up, it was just a joke.” Marcel explained after looking at my expression of disgust.
“Well, whatever you’re trying to go in that house and do, DON’T, because I’m not going to be sitting out here like I’m lost and shit. You
should have taken care of that shit before you came and got me any damned way! I don’t know why in the hell Born trusts you like he does.”
“Well Born called me out of the clear blue and asked me to come get you so I put my business on hold, for you!” He exclaimed with attitude.
“I’m stopping right here.” He pulled the car over to the right hand side of the street alongside the curb. When I looked up the walkway,
there sat an old white house that was in dire need of a paint job. The yard wasn’t terrible, but it didn’t have a welcoming feel to it either.
The house had burgundy shutters and a heavy duty burgundy door that was sheltered by a screen door. The front of the house had a porch
that extended across the entire front portion of the house. There was a plant sitting on the bottom step. The walkway was lined with an old
carpeted rug. When it was new, it probably had the appearance of a runway carpet; however, rain and the sun have long since faded the
color of the rug. I couldn’t see anyone in the windows or the front door. The house appeared to be quiet as if no one was home. I got an
eerie feeling about this house.
I turned around to face Marcel. “Who lives here?” I asked with much attitude.
“It’s just this chick I know. I want to let her know that I’ll be out of town for a few days so she won’t worry about me, if that is alright with
you?” He said while stepping out of the running car.
“See what I mean Marcel. You could’ve just called her and told her that. There was no reason for you to come by just to tell her that! I’ve
never even heard you talk about being serious with anyone, so I know that’s not the case. I’m not waiting on your freaky ass, Marcel. Could
you please hurry up!
“Whatever.” Marcel said in a low voice and then yelled out “I WILL!” He ran up the walkway towards the house. I just shook my head
because he knows I just spoke to him about yelling in a neighborhood. As a matter of fact, I’m sure he just did that on purpose. That’s the
reason that jackass ran up the walkway.
“This is one dirty ass nigga!” I said out loud to no one since I was alone in the car. I was really beginning to get frustrated at this point. I
decided to call Born and tell him about this shit. I pulled out my cell phone and pressed the speed dial number for Born.
“Hey Baby Girl?” Born answered.
“Babe, you will not believe where this fucking Marcel has brought me!” I skipped the greeting and complained. Suddenly, the phone
disconnected.
“What the fuck?” I said while looking at my phone to check for my signal strength. “I know this mother fucker did not just hang up on me.” I
quickly hit the speed dial for Born again.
“Hey Miss.” I heard while jumping in my seat. It was Marcel. He had opened his door and scared the shit out of me. He got in the car.
“Can you announce yourself next time? It’s not polite to be scaring a pregnant woman! You could have sent me into labor, fool!” I said with a
little ‘tude.
“What in the hell is wrong with you, girl?” Marcel looked down at my hand with my cell phone and noticed that I was in the middle of dialing a
number. He looked at me as if to ask who I was calling.
“Girl you know you shouldn’t be calling anybody telling them anything about what’s going on.” Marcel explained to me.
“I just called Born on his cell phone and he answered the phone, but as soon as he heard my voice, the phone hung up as if he didn’t want
to speak to me or something.”
“Maybe he didn’t want to speak to your moody ass.” Marcel mumbled as if I wasn’t supposed to hear him, but I heard it clear as day.
“Excuse you?” I snapped my neck around to him as if I was getting ready to slap him to kingdom come. I actually think I would have.
“Maybe he lost his signal.” Marcel attempted to comfort me, quickly. I guess he could see that I was about to hit the roof. You know that as a
woman, all kinds of thoughts began to surface in my head. My mind was working double time attempting to evaluate the call and all of the
events preceding the call that would have me in this current situation with Marcel. Something isn’t right!
“That mother fucka better not have another bitch in our house! That better not be the reason why he had you come and get me! It’s just a
little too coincidental that you just happened to be in the fucking area when he claims to need me and the baby taken to a safe place!” I
yelled out. Marcel looked at me like I was crazy and at that time I actually felt crazy because the more I thought about it, the more I was
convincing myself that that’s exactly what had happened.
“Please remind me to never get a chick pregnant and have her around your crazy ass.”
“I’m not in the mood right now Marcel.” I rolled my eyes. Maybe my hormones were causing these emotions.
“Come on now, what would make you even think like that? You don’t honestly believe that Born would bring another woman in your house
so don’t even start tripping like that! That’s bullshit and you know it!” Marcel attempted to comfort me.
“I know it sounds far-fetched, but I will feel better if we swung back by the house so I can rule that possibility out. My gut is telling me
something else. We women call that our intuition and mine is currently working overtime!” I was very worried.
“Yours is working overtime because you’re pregnant.”
“That might be the case but I want to be sure.”
“Alright, we’ll swing back by there if it will make you feel better. Lord knows I can’t take a paranoid and pregnant woman on my hands right
now. You would drive me up the fucking wall!” Marcel said, sounding hesitant.
“Thank you.” I said while we pulled off from the white house, did a u-turn in the middle of the street and headed back towards my house. I
dug in my pocketbook, grabbed my house keys and stuck them in my pocket unbeknownst to Marcel. I guess the moment of truth is coming
up.
“I’m sure he’s okay.” Marcel kept telling me on the ride over. I guess he had noticed that I was getting antsy the closer we got to the house.
I actually was beginning to fear what I would find. Did I really want to catch Born with another woman and especially in our home? What
would I do when I caught him? I know I would beat the shit out of him and that bitch regardless of my currently enlarged and very pregnant
stomach. My life as I know it would change dramatically. Was I ready for this? Damn, why did I have to call Born and have the damn phone
hang up on me?
“I’m pretty sure he’s alright too, but I need to make sure. I won’t rest until this is addressed.” We pulled up into my driveway. The house
looked still.
“See, everything is okay.” Marcel looked around as if he could see every part of the house, inside and out.
“Nope. There’s something wrong. I know it. I can feel it. I need to go in and check on things. I have a gut feeling, something is just not
right.” I looked across the street and noticed a white Lincoln Towncar with tinted windows parked there that was not there when we left
the house. The house across the street was vacant and had not even been put on the market to be sold yet so I knew the car wasn’t
visiting that address. Plus, I had never seen the car in our neighborhood before. Something about that car was suspicious.
“I don’t see anything wrong.” Marcel responded and attempted to calm my fears and suspicions. I had placed my hand on Marcel’s doorknob
and was getting ready to open the door to get out of the car. I paused and looked at Marcel.
“You see that car over there, Marcel?” I pointed at the car. He turned to look.
“Yeah, I see it. What about it?” Marcel spat annoyingly at me.
“That car doesn’t belong to any of our neighbors. As a matter of fact, I’ve never even seen it in our neighborhood before.” I observed
sounding very sure of myself.
“And your point is what? The car could be a guest of one of your neighbors. I’m sure you don’t know all of your neighbors’ friends and family
members. Maybe one of them is sneaking around on their significant other. You know, people cheat everyday regardless of the neighborhood
you live in.” Marcel looked at me with a look that dared me to disagree with his statement.
“It could also be the car of the bitch he is cheating with.” I was getting angrier by the minute.
“Come on, cut it out please!” Marcel pleaded with me.
“No something is wrong. I know it.” I’ve been with Born so long, I can feel trouble brewing. I’ve always known when something was wrong or
he was in some type of trouble. Our bond is just that strong. When we initially pulled back in my driveway, all thoughts of another woman
immediately left my mind and my intuition that Born was in deep trouble picked up. I really didn’t think that Born had a woman in our house
anyways. I just had to use something to get Marcel to bring me back to the house and now that we are in front of the house I had to keep
up the act. I knew that if I told him I thought Born was in trouble, he wouldn’t have brought me back because Born would have been against
that.
“Ok let’s go inside and check then.” He said as he got out of the car and walked over to my side of the car to open the door. He helped me
to stand on my swollen feet.
“Thank you.” I stepped onto the sidewalk and waddled up to the house. Marcel was still holding me under my arm to keep my balance steady.
He was looking around as if he was guarding me against something.
“Do you have your keys?” Marcel asked as we neared the front door. “Or do you need your pocketbook?”
“Yes I’ve got them right here.” I pulled the keys out of my pocket and placed them in the lock, opening the door to the house.
“Born?” I yelled in before I stepped into the house. I didn’t get an answer, so I cautiously stepped inside the house, looking all around as I
entered. I entered into the foyer and looked up the stairs and saw no one. Straight ahead in the living room I could see Born sitting on the
couch, not moving. I know he wasn’t watching TV because I didn’t hear any sound and Born always has the surround sound up loud when he
watches TV. It was as if he was sitting there trying to look cool with his back pressed fully against the back of the couch. He even had his arm
on the arm rest and his legs extended and crossed at the ankles. Regardless of his cool demeanor, I could tell that something had all of his
attention. He turned his head and looked at me but didn’t utter a word. He looked worried. He uncrossed his legs and readjusted himself on
the couch so that he was sitting up straight with his butt on the edge of the couch.
“Why haven’t you left yet?” I asked him. I could swear his eyes were beginning to get glossy as if they were filling with tears.
“There’s no need for him to leave. I’m already here.” A strange, yet very familiar voice replied. Just then a large figure stepped into view in
the living room doorway. His name is Kenny and he was facing Born.
“Why did you come back Loretta? Why didn’t you just do as I asked you to?” Born asked me with disgust in his voice.
Once again, I had a sickening feeling in my gut. I knew that there was something very wrong with this picture.
“Kenny, what the fuck are you doing here?” I asked Kenny once I realized that he was the person that held Born’s undivided attention. I
knew Kenny.
“I’m here to see your kid’s father.” Kenny spat as my eyes traveled down his arm to see that he was holding a nickel plated 9 millimeter gun.
“Step on in and close the door, Loretta.” He commanded. “Welcome to the party!”
“Oh shit!” I screamed as my arms instantly shot up in the air. I looked at him trying to figure this thing out. I was confused. What was going
on? My mind was wandering too quickly and all of my thoughts were running together.
“I told you everything would be okay. But no, you didn’t believe me and just had to come back by this house.” Marcel said to me while
shaking his head as if I had just made the dumbest move of my life. He then shoved me further inside the house, closed the door behind him
and locked it.
| Chapters 4- The Get Away |
The Author S. C. Dickens
Didn't See This Coming
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