BACK AT SHORTY'S
Ever since I was eleven years old, I've liked to read books by Stephen King. Despite what people believe, his books aren't always scary stories about monsters and demons. The only thing that all his stories have in common, is great character description. King can describe a character in such detail, you feel like you actually know the person. But, the best part of any King book, is the moment when that character is on the verge of "snapping". He or she, is one moment, one action, or one thought from some pressure causing that person to do something that there is no way to take back. The character is about to pass the point of no return, and they will forever be changed. That is how I felt at this moment.
My problems had now accumulated to a point where I felt that I was ready to go beyond the point of no return. Conflict hates me, and One is probably looking for me. Tough Guy is looking for me. Boo is stressing me. My brother, Soft, hasn't gotten back to me. Life is pushing me towards my breaking point, and I needed to regroup. I needed to slow down and think things over. Carrying the gun had gotten me stressed beyond my wildest imagination. I hate guns. The only reason I carried it was because I didn't want to be in a situation where I needed one, and didn't have it. I think Xzibit said it best when he sang, " better to be caught with it, than caught without one". That summed up my feelings.
I called Soft again, and still got no answer. I was getting a little worried. I tried No and got his voice mail. I dropped the phone on my car seat and ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. I sighed heavily as the phone rang. It was No. He was at a strip club and needed to step into the hall to hear the phone.
For me to write that No was drunk while we spoke would be the equivalent of writing that Shaquille O'Neil was tall. No was almost " fall down" drunk. However, he did manage to tell me that he hadn't spoken to Soft all day. This normally wouldn't be an issue, except No never called Soft, and days like today, when he did call, his call was usually returned right away. Soft would have known that the call was important.
No seemed agitated that Soft hadn't returned his call, but I could tell he was happy about something else.
While we talked, a guy in a plaid flannel shirt made the unfortunate mistake of bumping in to No. Without realizing his dilemma, plaid flannel made it worse by refusing to apologize for something that was his fault. No had politely asked for an apology, but was refused. He didn't ask twice. No let plaid flannel walk away while he continued to speak to me. He must have been in a good mood to let plaid flannel get away so easily. The man went into the bathroom and No continued with our conversation.
While I was in the middle of talking about Soft, No interrupted to tell me that plaid flannel had called him a "faggot". For No to just have blurted that out, in the middle of something else, I knew what was going to happen.
While I had studied Kempo Karate for two years, No had taken it since he was four years old. His technique was flawless, and at his size, it was hardly necessary for him to exert a lot of effort. He didn't plan on exerting a lot of effort on plaid flannel when he went to talk to him about the confusion.
No hung up the phone and followed plaid flannel back to the bar. They exchanged looks as No put his phone back in his jacket. I will do my best to describe the altercation, from the details No gave.
No followed plaid flannel onto the dance floor, and tapped him on the shoulder. Plaid may have suspected a sucker punch, because he turned around swinging. No easily blocked his punch and returned with three of his own. All three punches hit home to the face and the fight was over.
Plaid flannel hit the ground like he didn't have a heart. I think it would be safe to say that the second punch knocked him unconscious, but the third helped him to the floor. Normally, after a fight, a person would run out of the club as fast as they could. No is not a normal person. He went to the nearest waitress, took a drink from her tray and poured over plaid flannel's body. No took the last swallow for himself.
The crowd erupted into laughter and applause, and No could only smile. The cops, who weren't applauding, grabbed No by both arms and dragged him out of the club. No was in the back of the police car, and on his way to jail, before he stopped smiling.
I was sitting in Shorty's driveway when a car pulled up that I didn't recognize. I removed the gun from under the seat and slouched down. I watched the car from the side mirrors after a quick adjustment. It was a 2001 Acura with rims that could light a room from their shine. The car was jet blue with dark tints. The guy who drove that car was definitely big pimpin'.
Shorty got out of the passenger side and gave a cute little wave to the driver before she closed the door. The car sped off as she walked to her front door. When she got to the door, I clicked my car alarm to alert her to my presence. She didn't look startled or surprised. She certainly didn't act like anything was wrong. Technically, nothing was wrong. We weren't together and I had no right to get mad. Even if she was on a date with some other guy, that was her decision. Of course, all of these facts didn't make me less jealous. She looked so pretty all dressed up. I wondered why I never took her out and got all dressed up. I felt angry with myself that I hadn't treated her well enough to not want another guy. But I realized she could do better than a guy who comes by a couple of times a week to sleep with her. She could do better than me. But, I was still jealous.
She told me to follow her into the house. I tried to think of the things I would say to Shorty when I got in the house, but nothing came to me. I wanted to tell her that she didn't need another guy, but I knew that was wrong. She didn't need any of the drama that a new relationship brings. All she needed was me. I brought all my pride up to my mouth. I brought it all the way up to show the conviction in my voice when I told her that she only needed me. When I finally got all my pride mounted, I did something that I'd never done before. I swallowed it. I went over to Shorty and hugged her. She hugged me back. I held on for a long time and let her warmth and affection help with my stress. I pulled away and stared at her. She was so beautiful. My emotions for her had started off as lust, which blossomed into friendship and respect. Then, they had turned into love. I love her. She is the girl I want to be with. If Shorty would have me, I would call Boo right now and tell her it's over.
It was possible that Shorty was reading my mind because she just smiled and said, " I love you, too". I didn't even need to say a word. I hugged her again and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and tightened her arms around my waist. I took her by the hand and led her to the couch. I removed a Philly from my jacket and lit it. We both smoked until we went to the next level.
For the first time in all the months I'd been with Shorty, we did something we had never done. We made love. Usually we have crazy, passionate sex for hours and hours. Tonight, we made love slowly and sensually. I kissed her everywhere, and she did the same. It was a long night.
I made sure I touched her everywhere. I needed to explore her perfect body. Every curve felt my hand and every area felt my lips. I massaged her from her head to her toes. I let my fingertips touch her from her ankles to her hips, and then I kissed between her hips. Actually, I kissed her there for a long time. When I looked up from kissing her, she bent forward, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards her for a passionate kiss. I liked that. A lot of girls act like it is gross to kiss you after oral, but that isn't how it should be. Me personally, I enjoy doing it and I love the reaction. But, if the girl won't kiss me after, I am going to assume that I shouldn't have my mouth down there to begin with. If that's the case, my tongue will never go there again. She wanted to kiss me after; she wanted to kiss me in all sorts of places. Don't worry, I kissed her when it was done.
After five hours of making love, we lay in each other's arms. We looked like a pretzel the way we were all wrapped up in each other. It felt good. We talked and laughed. Shorty said she was going to finish school soon and she was going to get a good job at an investment firm. I told her that would be fantastic. She would be good at whatever she wanted to do.
I'll be honest; I am prone to impulsive decisions. But, I would think it is safe to say that all the ideas stir around in my head for a while before those decisions are made. Right there, while I lay with Shorty, I made an impulsive decision. As Shorty lay there in my arms talking about her future, I started to feel something I hadn't felt in a long time. I started to feel the way I did when I disobeyed my mother. I felt guilty. I felt like I was responsible for keeping Shorty down. I felt that she would never be as successful in life as possible with a dead weight like me in her life. I realized that her life would be so much better, if I wasn't around. She should date a banker, or a lawyer or a doctor. She needed better than a small time drug dealer. Basically, I was madly in love with Shorty, but I am not as good as a person as she deserves. I loved her so much; I wanted her to have better than me.
I got up from the embrace and dressed in the dark. I went to the bed and kissed her. I told her that I needed to go. She smiled, and nodded without opening her eyes. I turned, but before I could leave, she called my name. She said she had a present for me.
I opened the package she handed me and revealed an electric organizer. The case was platinum and the engraving read: " So you know that you always have time for me. Love,
Shorty."
I looked at it twice as my eyes filled with tears. It had gone too far, now. She really did love me. I couldn't have that. I wasn't good enough. I thanked her for the gift. I put it in my jacket and bent down to kiss her. She wiped a tear from my eye. I ran my fingers through her hair. She asked if I liked my gift, and I told her that I "loved it". I took one long, last look at her, and then gave her a kiss. I told her that I love her, for the first time, then I told her goodbye, for the last time.
Poser's Dictionary
GREEN –money or cash
POWER MOVES- putting an idea into a profitable action
LOCKED DOWN FOR THE BITCH- a long bid
PACK MY BAGS FOR THE GUILT TRIP- continual abuse after apology in order to make the person that apologized feel guilt
©2002 StoriesByEmail.com
|
