It was two o’clock in the morning and while the children were in the bed Mickey, the mother of two twin daughters was in the back taking her last sniff of the cocaine that was left on the table with the rolled up dollar bill that she had gotten from her daughter’s broken piggy bank. Jeff was in the living room on the sofa with the remote control to the TV on his chest, his cool beer on the table, watching Sports Center, and counting the money he had made from that night’s sales. All of a sudden there was a loud KNOCK at the door. “Who’s at my door, and why you got to knock so hard!” Jeff yelled out in his strong deep voice as he forcibly opened the rickety door. “Man I was counting my money. Come on in John.” Jeff said a bit more nicely. John walked through the door with his pants already unzipped, and his twenty five dollars in his hand. “Make it quick John. She’s in the back and needs some rest. You’re already late, walking up in my house with your shirt off and fly open while I’m trying to count my money.” John had a smirk on his face all while Jeff talked. “Give me that money now,” Jeff said snatching John’s money out of his hands. “As a matter of fact, you only get half the time tonight,” Jeff said pointing towards the back room where Mickey sat on the bed listening to what was going on in front. With love in her heart, she kissed her sleeping daughters on their foreheads, and went to the back room to wait for John. Mickey heard the door open, and she was immediately met with the familiar image of the fat sloppy white male standing at the door. He was unkempt, with his shirt off, pants unzipped, and body ready to satiate his lust. Mickey had gotten high instantly from the cocaine she had snorted a few minutes before, but she still felt shameful about her predicament. Mickey had lost all hope in life, and this was the only way out for her and her two eight year old twin girls named Paradise and Janet. John knew he didn’t have much time, so he began to make his deviant demands. “Come on girl, I don’t have all day. I got to make this quick. Jeff’s in the front room counting money and I need my honey, so bend over,” he said while dropping his pants, and then grabbing her by her hair and spinning her around and forcing her to bend over. “I want to give you all of this you white chocolate thunder.” In those few moments in time, after the squealing and moaning and groaning were over another piece of Mickey’s heart and soul were fractured. John left the room in haste, grabbing a black and silver shiny piece of metal from his back pocket. A chill came over the room, and as it did, Mickey sat on the bed with tears beginning to flow. She thought about her predicament, and came to the conclusion that she never again wanted to be subjected to such misuse again. Getting up from the bed, she paused at the room’s entrance. A loud Bang followed by screaming from the top of the little girls’ lungs could be heard. “Mom, what’s happening?” they cried, immediately waking up to close gunshots and the awareness that something was wrong. Mickey stood in front of Jeff who now sat at a weird angle on the sofa in a pool of his own blood. Mickey ran back to the room where her twins were, and grabbed the two little girls by their hands dragging them to the door as they continued to scream and fight against leaving. They continued to run for the exit to the house, but on the way out they witnessed Jeff slumped at an awkward angle on the sofa’s armrest, saturated in a pool of blood that was seeping into the sofa. Suddenly….
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 18:48:03 +0000
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