Chapter 21 #4
Standing, he looked at me. The sadness and guilt dripped from him as he reached for my right hand.
Through quivering lips, he said, “I’mma take this ring off because I stood behind you.
I’mma miss school today because I can’t leave you knowing that I failed you and Mona.
I won’t function knowing that Min, Ryan, and Kingsley didn’t open the door for her.
Yeah, I was mad at her for opening her mouth to X, but if I was in that damn room …
I would’ve broken my neck to open that door for her …
because I had let you drink too much. I honestly thought you were good.
I was supposed to have checked on y’all.
Min, Kingsley, Ryan, me aided in Mona being battered by you. ”
From behind me, Momma choked up. “Thea, I need a drink. I’m paying. Please come get me.”
Falling further into a dark hole, I stuttered, “I need you to leave when you chuck that ring away from this house. I need solitude.”
“I’m not leaving you,” King spoke sternly as his tears plopped on my stomach.
“Bitch, you gon’ leave! Just like you, Kingdon, an’ Kingsley left me in the gotdamn dark 18 motherfuckin’ years ago …
at the request of a bitch who isn’t a fuckin’ Abbott!
You, Kingdon, an’ Kingsley can stay the fuck gone fo’ life!
Y’all allowed me to do the fuckin’ most twice while on that alcohol!
If I was Kingdon, you would’ve taken the damn bottle from me!
I wouldn’t have fucked up my marriage! All that tight shit was ‘cause of y’all asses overseein’ me!
” I bellowed, hopping off the bed, facing the bastard with a face wetter than mine.
Pointing at the door, I hissed, “Get the fuck out, Kingston Abbott! Don’t brang yo’ ass back this way! We dead! Fo’ life, bitch!”
“No! Me leaving you will never happen again! I’m here! I have nowhere else to be! Fuck school! I failed you! I can’t focus on anything but where I fell off! I can’t leave you, August!” he cried loudly, snatching my colostomy bag off and shoving me against the wall.
With his head rocking and eyes just as teary as mine, he sobbed, “I can’t leave you!
Oh, God, I can’t leave you, August. Ever.
I’ve always known liquor ain’t good fo’ you, but I never stressed why.
I just kept my eyes on you an’ barked when you’ve had enough.
You are fucked up because I didn’t think you would bash Annalyse’s head in.
I fucked up because I couldn’t get a good hold on you to snatch you off her before the last head smash.
I let my wife’s freaky ass video remove what I knew could happen to Mona.
I am just as much at fault for Annalyse and Mona’s pains as you, X, Kingdon, and Kingsley. I am sorry, August! Please forgive me.”
“From the bottom of my soul, Kingston Abbott, I hate you! I ain’t lyin’ when I said we dead bitch! Get the fuck out!” I cried, knees giving out.
King stumbled backward as we dropped to the ground, looking at each other.
“I hate youuuu! I’ll never love you like I used to! That shit deaddddd!” I screamed as my cousin dropped his head.
“I hate me too, but I’m not leaving you. Ever. I mean that shit,” he voiced, nodding slowly.
“I hate yo’ sibling’s too! Them motherfuckas dead to me too!” I fired off, causing him to draw his bottom lip into his mouth.
“I hate them too, but they aren’t leaving your life either. Ever,” he admitted as his phone rang.
As he answered it, I grabbed my shotgun and aimed it at him.
Immediately, he was stunned. He didn’t move as I hollered, “Get the fuck out, King! Don’t come back!
Fuck you! Fuck Kingsley! Fuck Kingdon too!
Fuck yo’ wife! That bitch let her cousin suffer ‘cause her lil ass ain’t want to open the damn door!
Double fuck Ryan an’ Kingsley’s bitch asses fo’ not openin’ the gotdamn door fo’ a woman I was torturin’!
Fuck all y’all summabitches! Get the fuck outta my house, King, or you gon’ be joinin’ yo’ momma …
my motherfuckin’ auntie! All of us fuckin’ dead, bitch! ”
“King,” Kingdon said softly.
“Yeah,” he replied, standing slowly.
“Leave him alone. I felt your energy was off. I have one more flight to catch, and I’ll be in Birmingham,” Kingdon said in a steady tone as King walked slowly from me.
“I’m scared he’s going to hurt himself, Kingdon.” King choked up. “Mona told him what happened. I overheard it. It was bad, but not ole girl bad.”
“August is too strong to be suicidal. He’s going to fight this his way. He’s going to be okay one day … but it won’t be anytime soon,” Kingdon said before they started talking that gibberish shit.
When King landed at the door, he said, “Okay.”
“See you soon. I love you, twin,” he acknowledged before sighing.
“I love you,” he replied sincerely, staring at me.
Putting his phone into his holster, King stammered, “You’ll make mountains move for August Junior, so think about him while you are on that floor. You may feel that I don’t love you, but I do, August. I swear I do. Don’t do anything that’s going to make me ache for years. I’m begging you, don’t.”
“Fuck out of my life, bitch,” I hissed, causing him to nod.
“As you wish,” he voiced, slowly backing out of the room.
Relaxing the gun on the floor, not worried about having my stoma exposed to germs, I rested my head on the wall and closed my eyelids.
God, give me amnesia. Fo’ever. I don’t want to remember anybody, includin’ August Junior. He’s better off without me. I ain’t the man I pranced ‘round this city to be. I’m a woman killer an’ beater. That ain’t no shit I need to know. Ever.