Thursday, May 14, 2015

Jinx: Wicked

The game continues, all in a bid to get dad's empire. Oh, I sent the nice beatdown to Claudyne. Did I mention I stomped Alexis head in with my boot heels? Yeah, that was some gross shit, but my raging fit left me satisfied for taking her ex lover.

A text comes through from Freddie, the scorekeeper, as I step out the shower. Says I won this round, again. That's puts me up one round.

Team Jinx, baby! Two more rounds, and the winner gets it all. Gotta make sure I close this out big so there's no sudden death round. Wow, that's sounds corny as fuck and funny at once. Next round starts in a few weeks, and I'll be on my game.

I get a pic message from Claudyne. She's congratulating me on the win,with her taking a selfie kissing Mario's decapitated head.

Fuck two weeks. The round starts now.

Four red lights and three dodged cop chases and I'm finally at the family warehouse. As I enter the building, someone's sitting in a chair with a bag over their face surrounded by a few of my boys. I point at one, telling him to stay put, and toss him my smartphone, motioning him to record everything. I thumb the others towards the door and they exit. I stare at the person in front of me for a bit, the rage building, then crack that asshole as hard as I can, flipping them and the chair back.

Hit me...while I'm..tied up? Pussy...” She's tough, I'll give her that. Being involved with this family, you haveta have some kind of guts to survive our shit.

This time I kick her stomach, her painful groan satisfying me. Yes, her.

Claudyne, you went too goddamn far. Wanna kill ex's who still mean something to us? No problem. I take the hood off her face. Alexis looks at me with betrayal.

The fuck, Jinx! I haven't said shit about you or your--”

Claudyne killed Mario. Tortured him and cut his fuckin' head off.” Alexis' breathing picks up and her eyes bug out. “Family rule, eye for an eye.” I take my jacket off and pull my brass knuckles from my pockets. “By the way, this shit's personal.”

Guess who arrives at my fave restaurant as I get ready to eat dinner? Claudyne, my "fave" sister. Man, she gives me her 'disgusting bitch' look, a certain look she'd give me when I'd do something gross when we were kids, and that's me masturbating on her bed. She plops down in a chair, staring at me.

You're a dirty tramp.”

Jealous I outshined you and mamma in that area?”

You've a ways to go. Only one of us gets the family business. You're wearing down after 5 years of scrapping for papa's empire.” She reaches into her jacket, pulls out an envelop and tosses it by my plate. As Claudyne leaves, she shoots me with a finger gun. Childish bitch.

I open the envelop and it's a birthday card, along with several pictures.

The pictures show Mario, ex-boyfriend, current best friend and still the love of my life, getting tortured and finally decapitated. That fuckin' whore!

I flip the table, cussing and screaming as I exit the restaurant. I whip out my cellphone, making a call I'm not gonna regret.

I haven't visited my sister Claudyne's house in a while. Her bedroom might need a quick makeover.

Her crew tries blocking the front door, they get shot up. Tried stopping me from entering her office, shotgun party. Tried throwing hands with me before I reach her bedroom, I go Mike Tyson on them.

She' s not in her bedroom. Word must've got to her about the hit failing, but I'm not through looking. Dumb bitch has to be somewhere close.

Looking back towards her bedroom door, just about the door frame, I spot a security cam. It's checking me out right now. I'll give you some shit to record, bitch.

I hop on her bed, kick my boots off, strip the jeans and thong, make myself nice and comfortable on her bed, and start masturbating. Oh yeah, Claudyne's always been a neat freak. Can't fuck a guy unless she has towels under her to catch her juice after busting a nut. Soon I'm squirting all over her nice silk sheets and wiping myself off with them. Damn that was a good fuckin' orgasm! That'll teach you to break my goddamn cereal bowl.

I put myself back together and blow a kiss to the cam as I leave. It won't be long now. She'll come find me after my stunt.

The beginning of the day
I just started breakfast when Claudyne's boys rushed through my door. Three of them with guns pointing and smelling of weed. I still eat my cereal as they approach the table. I'm a hungry bitch in the morning, what can I say? They didn't die until one dumbfuck slaps my bowl of Kix to the floor. That's when I snatch him up, stab him in his eye with my spoon, take his gun and shoot him and kill his crew. I turn the gun back on him, shoving it under his chin.

Never mess with a bitch an' her cereal!” Two shots through the head, and he's gone.

I look around my house, my ceiling covered with blood and brains, and my broken cereal bowl on the ground. Someone's getting their ass kicked.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Little Man Cain

It was a dark and stormy night...

Little Man Cain was interrupted from his homework again with a call from Carlton to come to the bar to collect his father. Yup, dad was gone with the wind as usual. It was 11:30pm when the call came through, and the 16 year old Cain bundled himself up and stepped out into the stormy night. 

He's never been one for bad omens, but Cain felt something different about this night. Something wasn't cool. Something's fucked up.

When he got to the bar, he walked to the table his dad was slumped drunkenly in and sat down. Johnny, his dad, jerked upright. 

"Hey, son!" was his loud greeting.


Johnny could hear and see his disappointment. "Good to see you, too. Get your old man out of here."

Cain stands from his spot and yanks his drunken father by his arm to his feet. "This is old, you know that, right?"

"Boy, as long as I pay the bills in that house, you'll come get me whenever they call." He nudges Cain away with his elbow. "Or until the day I die." Johnny stumbles out the door with everyone staring pitifully after him. Right into the stormy night.

At the house, Johnny drops his drunk ass on the bed and struggles to take off his wet boots. It's funny to him as he tries to unlace a shoestring, only for it to knot up from the water.

"Cain, come help me with my damn boots!" Nothing. "Cain, you hear me?" Still no answer. "Boy, you hear me?!"

Cain yells from another room: "Take off your own damn boots! I'm doing my homework!"

Johnny jumps up from the bed, bumping into the door, bouncing off the hallway walls while  making his way to Cain. He finds him in his room, hunched over his desk doing homework. He approaches his son from behind and BAM!, boxes his right ear. Cain falls out his chair, holding his ear while gaining his bearings.

"Bitch, when I tell you to do something, do it! Am I gonna have to show you again who runs this house? Huh? Answer me!"

Cain rises from the floor with an uppercut to his dad's jaw, dropping him like a bad habit. "You're not putting your goddamn hands on me again!" Cain jumps on him, swinging wildly on his drunken dad, not stopping...until he looks back at his bed, to the baseball bat next to it.

Johnny boxes his ear again, dazing Cain. "Gonna teach you who's the boss, boy! You're gonna fuckin' learn!" Drunk ass, pissed off Johnny tries getting Cain in a headlock, but he's too drunk to hold onto it. Cain slips out and reaches for the bat.

Johnny chuckles. "The fuck you gonna do with that, hit me with it?" He continues laughing as he staggers to his feet, and Cain rises along with him, the bat in the ready position. "C'mon, take your shot at the title, lil boy! C'mon!" Johnny slaps the left side of his face, laughing maniacally,  daring Cain to hit him. Poor kid doesn't know if he should hit him, or beg for his life while putting the bat down. 

Seems like yesterday his dad was all hugs and kisses with him when he was younger, until his mom decided not to come home anymore from the abuse she was taking. That was 7 years ago. Since then, he's been caring for a drunken overgrown kid who takes his rage out on him and has to cover up the bruises with excuses of excessive fighting on the Southside streets. 

But not today. 

"I love you, dad." Those were Cain's last words to Johnny as he peels his skull back with the bat. One good crack left Johnny convulsing on the floor and bleeding profusely from his head. Cain kneels next to him, sobbing and cussing and unapologetic.

It takes Cain a few minutes to get his mind straight enough to call 911. From this day forward, he'll hate dark and stormy nights.