Chapter 10 #2
As Daddy cried out, August fussed, “Shut the fuck up! This house ain’t got no fuckin’ business being this gotdamn unkept, bitch!
Water essential! You let that scallywag do this house inna-kinda-motherfuckin’-way!
What kinda man you is? Silas ain’t shit like this!
You’s a pathetic bitch, nigga! Stop allathat damn hollerin’!
You musta been the weak nigga y’all’s daddy had!
Couldn’t handle no ass whoopin’, so you ran undah yo’ momma dress.
Her musty top lip havin’ ass just let you hide undah that ugly ass Sunday’s best dress!
You let that bitch you married take y’all’s kids to Hell!
My guh, especially! She ain’t had no business being grown befo’ her fuckin’ time, bitch!
She shoulda been a gotdamn princess like Min!
She’s a fuckin’ guh! Not a damn mule fo’ yo’ measly ass wife an’ you!
Churren ain’t meant to be slaves to they parents …
Hell, nobody fo’ that matter. Y’all took shit too far! I’m here to take it further!”
My man! My mannn! I thought, caressing my neck sensually.
“Whoop his ass!” Thames gagged as Thiago struck a match and dropped it.
I was certain no one saw him. They would’ve hollered what the fuck. As the fire caught onto the dry rug, I smiled and focused on the groaning and complaining man getting his ass beat like Granddaddy couldn’t do. He was up in age when he had Daddy.
The tumbling of something sturdy happened in the back of the house, close to my childhood room.
As everyone looked in that direction, I noticed Kingdon was missing.
King was at the door, looking antsy. His fingers twitched as he looked down the hallway that carried the noise of furniture turning over.
“Unbound them niggas,” King articulated horribly, walking into the dining room.
As The Quad Ts sprang into action, August kicked Daddy out of his way before hovering over Momma. Peeking down at the sobbing bitch, he pointed the belt at her.
Harshly, he said, “I was supposed to have gotten y’all’s fuckin’ blessin’ to marry her.
You was supposed to have helped us raise yo’ smart beautiful granddaughter.
She suppose to have two grandmas’ fightin’ over her.
You better be glad I was raised not to hit a woman.
I would whoop the rest of yo’ hair off yo’ head.
You a pathetic excuse fo’ a fuckin’ human.
Moms suppose to nurture an’ love they child befo’ anything.
You let money get in the way of yo’ kids’ lives.
It wasn’t they job to take care of yo’ nothin’ ass.
You let that nigga nut in you. It was y’all’s responsibility to take care of them.
Y’all failed them. Y’all fucked them up.
Yo’ boys a lost cause. Yo’ daughter ain’t.
Yo’ days of reachin’ out to Mona ended the last time you sent her a message.
If you go against what I say, I’ll become an affiliate to a thugette, who’on mind killin’ nobody, just to make sho’ I kill you my-fuckin’-self. Talk time over.”
From the kitchen, it sounded as if a tornado was tearing up shit.
Kingdon coughed violently as King hollered, “Bitch, you see allathat damn smoke! What the fuck you standin’ there, observin’ it fo’, like that shit won’t take yo’ dumb ass out?
Kingdon, get the fuck to the truck man fo’ we be innahospital fo’ smoke inhalation ‘cause it took God an’ Satan to get us outta this house wit’ yo’ wide back ass!
Damn! You musta took alladat good ass dope Emmaline was inhalin’ an’ injectin’ in her body while pregnant wit’ us.
You see smoke an’ run to it! Or set a fuckin’ fire an’ watch the damn smoke run into yo’ fuckin’ face!
Every time we set som’ shit on fire, I gotta holla fo’ you to get out the damn way! ”
“Time to go befo’ they get to tusslin’, an’ we all in Hell earlier than expected,” Thiago said seriously, walking into the kitchen as the Trio Ts ran into the hallway toward the violently coughing foolish man.
Aggressively facing me, August hissed, “Yo’ ass right.
Our household on punishment fo’ three weeks.
But yo’ ass on punishment ‘til I see fit to take you off. As of nih, yo’ drivin’ privileges revoked.
Wherever the fuck you need to go, if I see it’s necessary, I’mma take you.
If not, we at the fuckin’ house. Get the fuck outta this house.
Yo’ destination? The passenger seat of yo’ truck.
Get ready fo’ my fuckin’ mouth, an’ it won’t be makin’ yo’ emotional ass cum.
It’s finna be a fuckin’ hemi, layin’ you the fuck out wit’ words. ”
“Okay.” I nodded, turning on my heels as the Trio Ts helped Kingdon toward the front door.
As the thick smoke crept into the front room, I coughed and stomped faster toward the door.
I hated that I didn’t get a chance to speak my peace to my parents.
I had lived for the moment to be bold enough to say what I needed to say without fearing I wouldn’t be allowed into the pearly gates of Heaven.
Knowing I was in trouble and was better off diving further into it, I spun on my heels. August glared at me, pointed toward the door, and snarled, “Truck. Now.”
Walking toward my whimpering father and crying mother, I shook my head. Studying his narrow eyes, I saw disappointment and anguish. Toying with my thumbs, I declared, “No. I need to speak. That was my purpose in showing my face. I need this closure.”
“A’ight. Make it quick,” he voiced, stepping into Ray’s face as King and Thiago hooted from the kitchen.
Smack. Smack.
“Ahhhh!” Ray screamed as August slapped his belt across my brother’s face.
“Make that speech, quick, Mona!” King and Thiago voiced distortedly.
“Okay!” I replied, hovering over Momma and placing the front of my shoe under her chin.
Glaring down at her while Ray cried from the belt slapping his face, I glared into Momma’s light brown eyes. Sadness crept over me as I thought about the many times I wished we had the relationship that Min and Auntie Clara had.