Destiny's Revenge

Sorrowful hugs from people I don’t know telling me that if I need anything they’d be happy to help.  Words of praise from a pastor who never met my grandma but speaks of her being the angel I know her to be. Tears falling from faces I never seen before and most likely will never see again.  Holding on to her stiff hand, hidden in a pearl white, satin glove, for what seems like only seconds. They have to drag me away, outside in
the pouring rain because that’s the only way I’ll let go. Let go, of the only person on this earth who took care of me and loved me? I don’t know anybody that would. Crying so much that I think I cried myself to sleep. I did this for months until I learned to cry on the inside.  Dame was going through the same feelings of loss,
how could he take care of me? He ain’t even eighteen yet. Grandma ALWAYS talked about God, praising him, thanking him, talking to him as if he was one of her oldest and dearest friends when she thought no one else was listening. I never cared for God much until the day of her funeral. I was begging, pleading and even trying to barter with him, on my knees on the rain-soaked concrete. I was waiting on my grandma to walk
out of that dark and dreadful place. She never did. I would give God another chance to prove himself
but no time soon.A couple of weeks later after grandma’s death I remember Dame telling me that we couldn’t stay in our house no more. The bank owned it, not us.  He couldn’t afford to take it over and we would have to run away or the state of New York would become our family. I didn’t know what that meant
until I ended up in a group home. The day the social worker came to my school no one could stop her from taking me and Dame was in the streets somewhere.  I shut down and found safety only inside of myself. I stay to myself at all times. If someone tries to talk to me, kids, adults, even my own social worker, I walk away. If I can’t walk away I stare off into space and let my mind wander off. After two weeks of doing this they wanted to have my head examined. A seven-thirty exam is what I heard them call it, like I was fucking crazy. Who wouldn’t be, I’ve been through some shit. They had my file; they knew I was a decent student, not
mute, not deaf, just dead on the inside. I was scared they might put me in the loony bin so I decided to open up a little for the social worker.  She seems half decent. It wasn’t too long after this she told me that I might have a chance at ending up with a nice family. My age would be an issue she said but since I wasn’t raised in the system my behavior would be tame compared to some of the other teenagers. Anything had to be better then living with thieves, having my one pair of black and red suede Jordan’s and red and black Ed Hardy
tank top stolen. What more could they take from me? Of course they give you hand me downs but I felt
safe wearing clothes that were apart of my life before this. Those clothes reminded me of who I used to be. I used to laugh, I had friends, and I knew what it felt like to be loved and to love in return.
“Destiny will you give it a try? I have the ideal family in mind?”
“Where they live, they got kids?”
“They have a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights and yes they have two boys of their own. You would make their family complete. They really want a girl around.”
“How old are the boys?”
“I believe six and ten years old. Will that be a problem?”
“No just wondering. Is it a mom and a dad or what?”
“Yes, both parents live in the household. The mother works part-time outside of the home and the father is a pastor of a small congregation, Pastor John.”

ANSWERS
I hate my parents, why did I even exist. I know I have to be a mistake. I’m a bastard, the daughter of a junkie mother and a two-timing father. I’m not even mad at the fact that my mother was a dope-fiend, it’s the way she died that I am ashamed and disgusted by. Overdose? She couldn’t even get high right, fucking pathetic. My father is no damn better. Married with three kids, one on the way with his wife and me close behind with someone else. Loser. He deserved to die the way he did. Alone and bleeding out of multiple wounds until he was as empty as I am. At least Dame’s father tried to do right by my whore of a mother.
He probably crashed head on into something to get away from her ass. I know the damn story about
him losing control of the car but he probably did it on purpose. I hate my life.I need answers and the only place to start is where it all went down, Pain Street. Who would I talk to?My mother’s friends have probably moved away by now and my father wasn’t around long enough to make a dent or leave an impression. I don’t even know my grandparents, his mother and father and I’m sure they know nothing about me. Maybe
someone will recognize me, I’m much lighter than my mother but I’m sure she left her mark on me.  Before I could open my mouth to ask for help, an old man started running his. He had a huge hanging bottom lip as pink as my tongue with one tooth hanging from the top of his mouth by a thread and began to laugh. He began clapping his hands as if applauding me which threw me off a little. What the fuck does this weirdo want?

A Diamond in the Rough

The Beginning of the End…
Diamond got the kids ready for school but she didn’t rush like usual. She knew the DMV would be crowded no matter what time she got there. The telephone company was sending out someone to install the phone lines so Diamond asked her mother to take the day off. Diamond dropped the kids off at school and went to have
breakfast, which she hardly ever did. The last time she did was when Fats died and she just needed to be alone, to think, to re-evaluate life’s worth. She headed to the DMV after she left the restaurant. She was there by ten o’clock.Surprisingly the lines were short and it wasn’t even crowded, thank God she thought. She looked around because she always saw somebody she knew when she went to the DMV.  Diamond saw two familiar faces that left chills running through her body.  She couldn’t remember where she knew them from but she knew it wasn’t a pleasant memory.  The faces belonged to two women one was tall and thick, the other petite. Both women were well dressed and slightly attractive but at the moment they weren’t too friendly looking. They must have recognized Diamond. As she went to look away one of the women
started to make a call on her cell phone. She hated to stare but she couldn’t keep her eyes off these
women. There was something about them she just couldn’t shake.  She paid close attention to the bigger woman because she had the most familiar face and she also was the one who made the call. The smaller woman shot her a look and if looks could kill Diamond would have been dead and buried. She tried to jog her memory of where she knew these bitches from. By now she was tight at the fact that she didn’t know these ho’s and they kept looking at her like they wanted to do battle. She didn’t know why they looked at her with such hatred. She wouldn’t hurt a fly. Bam! It came to her. Those bitches were her wife-in-laws and they were Bamboozles ho’s. Juicy and Queen were walking in Diamond’s direction as if they knew it had come to her who they were. The memories she tried to bury had come flooding back. Her heart was racing, she knew they knew that she had left him for dead or at least had something to do with it. Diamond knew that what you do in the dark always came to light but all she could think was oh God not now.
“Excuse me Ms. You look awfully familiar, is your name Diamond?”
“No you must have me mistaken for someone else.”
“Bitch, don’t play we have a lot of unfinished business to do away with.”
“Remember me bitch, I tried to school you and you do some grimy shit like you did, you better bring your punk ass with us before we drag you out of here cave man style.”
“Well since you’ve made me an offer I can’t refuse.” Diamond tried to be as cool as ice but she was shaking like a leaf and her heart was beating so fast she prayed she have a heart attack right then and there. The ho’s led Diamond out of the DMV across the street to a black Cadillac Escalade truck with dark tinted windows. As they pushed her towards the front passenger side the window rolled down just enough so Diamond could see a pair of eyes. As she approached the truck she had a flash of her son and daughter playing with her mother and than a second flash of Fats reaching out his hand. Her vision was interrupted by a familiar voice and a pair of eyes, like death peering through the cracked window.
“I know you thought we’d never meet again.”
Diamond knew that voice but the only time she thought she’d hear it again was in hell. It was Bam and he wasn’t smiling when he rolled down that window.  

“So you fuck me, suck me, try to kill me and just run out on me. Diamond you look real good, but that won’t last long. How is your son, I hope he has a little black suit.”

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