The Perfect Woman: Welcome Home (rough draft)

This is a rough draft of the side stories I wanted to release for The Perfect Woman, it should come out down the road, in the mean time enjoy the rough draft. And please own your ebook copy of the THE PERFECT WOMAN at Amazon ( http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Woman-Jesse-Abundis-ebook/dp/B00MU2GKZU )

Welcome Home Mr. Clinton

 

I know what I did. I didn’t do it cause I wanted to make a name, I didn’t do it to look tough, and I sure as hell didn’t do it cause I wanted to feed a habit. I just wanted to put bread on the table for my little brother and sister. Hearing them cry each night about how hungry they were can tear your soul apart, you’re going through the same, but to see the pain in their eyes, I don’t know how people can just stand there and do nothing. Maybe that’s the problem, I hated my mother for having a habit, I hated my father for never being there. Hate them so much that I wanted to make things right, I wanted to do something they could never do. But it cost me, son, it cost me.

“ What’s your plan, you’re a free man?” The guard has to ask as the gates are opening up, setting me free after ten years in the pen. I can see he got jokes, he thinks I’ll be back here again, just like the other niggers who can’t find their place once they leave this hell hole,but I ain’t, I got plans.

“ Stay far from here, and from your sorry ass.” I smile at him. I can tell he feels like cracking that baton on my head, probably wouldn’t be the first time he did that to a black man. A lot of cops took privilege on beating up on anything that wasn’t white. “ But don’t worry, I’ll write to you.”

“ Laugh it up, fucker. Won’t be long till we haul your black ass back here.”

“ You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I just have to laugh, he’s a straight up fool.

“ You got lucky cause of your friends.” Bitter words out of his mouth.

“ I got no friends, mister porky.” I smile nice and big. “ Never had any. Well, expect for you, sir.”

“ Whatever,” He stands back. “ I’ll see you soon.”

Gates open, out walks a free man, who feels less free than he was back inside that cage. There’s no party thrown, no flags, no family, just a beat up ford truck waiting for my ass, being driven by one high as nigger whose trying his best to not act like he’s been smoking the j as stumbles out of the car.

“ Fredrick Clinton, free at last, free at last, oh thank God, you’re free at last!” He ain’t my friend. “ How you’ve grown, hard time did you good.” He’s just here to make sure I keep my damn mouth shut, is all.

“ Booker.” I don’t shake his hand. I just get in the car. I wanna leave this place, now put a god damn show for the popo.

“ You a sour ass mother fucker, you know that.” He gives the finger to the cops, acting like he was the one doing hard time. If he had, he’d been traded back and forth, get his daily ass raping at nights from everyone looking to blow some steam off. “ Fucking pigs.” He gets back in, laughing, thinking he owns the world.

“ Yeah.” I say.

“ If I had my gun, I’d blast all their asses to kingdom come.”

“ Right.” He doesn’t seem to like my tone, cause I can see it in his eyes, this fool is ready to give me a good backhand for disrespecting him. I really don’t care. I don’t.

“ Look nigger, just because you did hard time for us, don’t mean you can disrespect me.” He’s wagging his finger at me, trying to act like the boss. “ I’m a made man, I run with the big dogs. You’re lucky I even bother to pick your sorry ass from the joint. So I better start seeing some gratitude from you.”

I had enough of his shit.“ Nigger, you ain’t nothing. Just another broke ass fool trying to act tough.” I grab his fingers and begin to show him a little pain, he cries out like a punk ass bitch. “ I didn’t do hard time for you, I did hard time for Rayner. Capped a nigger that was going to send his ass to the clink.”

“ Let go.” Now the tears are coming down his cheek.

“ He said he’d pay me. So I did it. Ten years, not for you.” I release the grip. “ So you best remember the next time you speak like that to me, cause I swear to you Booker. I won’t hesitate to break your fucking neck if you try to treat me like a slave, we clear?”

He pulls away quickly and starts to rub away the pain. “ I think you broke it.”

“ Well you better get used to jacking off with your left hand for now on.” I snap my fingers at him. “ Drive me to Rayner. Let’s get this over with.”

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