RIPPED & READY (PART 91)

RIPPED & READY (PART XCI)

            Having reread Peewees message, I tossed and turned within the arms of Todd.  I kept replaying in my head his insatiable lovemaking skills and I could feel myself drawn to his unyielding strength and I felt so vulnerable beneath the weight of his persistence.  When I reached into my pants pocket at the hospital, I pulled out a wad of money that I knew he had slid into them when I wasn’t looking.  It totaled about two-thousand dollars and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered by the not-so-anonymous gift.   

          I knew, without any reservations, that I had to return it no matter how nice that lump felt, in my right pants pocket, beside my flimsy male-member.  In my reflective angst, I heard unfamiliar sounds dancing around the silence of the house coming from the living room/kitchen area.  At first I was about to excuse it as Denise raiding the refrigerator, but these were times when that lazy thinking could get somebody killed – and that somebody wasn’t about to be me or my loved ones. 

          I slid from beneath Todd’s arms, pulled on a pair of cotton sweats, and grabbed the lone baseball bat from out of the closet.  I carefully opened the door slowly trying to keep it from creaking.  When I had it opened wide enough for me to slide through, I slipped between the opening and started to tiptoe down the hallway.  When I heard the ruffling of paper, I was somewhat relieved, but I still decided not to leave this current situation in the comforts of past history (Denise’s nightly fridge raids) – I wanted to see that it was her with my own two eyes.

          I saw the silhouette of someone opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen.  That someone was taller than my sister, and I could tell that whoever it was, she was female.  Judging by the nightgown, I couldn’t tell if it were moms or not, but that’s when it hit me, it was Denise’s crack-headed ass. 

          I dashed over to the light switch of the living room and flipped it on, startling her.  When she turned around I could tell that she hadn’t been doing any drugs for the past week or so (at least that’s what it looked like) because she didn’t look dingy and coked out.  I couldn’t believe that my mother had left this tramp in our home, and I wondered if Danita knew that she was staying there. 

          When Danita appeared at the entry way of the other hallway and the kitchen looking disgusted, I was certain that she had no idea that moms had allowed this street walker to stay into our home. 

          “Bitch, what the fuck are doing in our house?” Danita asked, walking over to her hastily. 

          “Who are you calling a bitch, little girl?” Denise asked my sister, bumping her chest without an ounce of fear in her eyes. 

          I’m not sure why in the hell Denise put herself on blast like that, but she did and Danita reached up and wrapped her weave around her hands, and pulled Denise down to the floor and started pummeling her with punches. 

          “Skank ass bee-atch, I’ll show you what a little girl can do with these things right here,” Denise told her followed by an array of rabbit punches. 

          The commotion awakened Todd, and he stood in back of me, bare-chest, in nothing but his boxers. 

          “Marco, why are you letting them fight like this” he asked, panicked. 

          “It’s long overdue, Todd,” I said, pulling him back by the waist.  “No, let Danita whoop this nasty tramp's ass,” I told him. 

          “Dude, that ain’t right, your mother wouldn’t want this taking place in her house,” Todd said, trying to break free from me. 

          Denise managed to land a few haymakers of her own, but Danita was bobbing and weaving like, Laila Ali, and she brushed them off. 

          “Bitch is that all your crack head ass has got?” Danita asked, slapping her repetitive times in the face. 

          Denise screamed out loud and charged into Danita, slamming her against the counter top by the stove.  On impact, Dania yelped and started growling like a panther. 

          She grabbed Denise by the cheeks of her face and tried to rip her face off, “I’m going to disfigure your smoked out ass, you trifling ass cunt,” she told her, tearing away at her face. 

          Traces of crimson started appearing on Denise’s cheeks. 

          “Ouch! That did it, I’m going to whip your ass like a grown woman now,” Denise said, biting down on Danita’s right hand.

          “Fuck! You lousy ass cunt,” Danita said, tackling Denise to the grey granite floor of the kitchen. 

          “Okay, Marco, that is enough, they are going to kill each other man, we need to stop this before somebody gets injured,” Todd said, breaking free from my locked arms. 

          By the time he reached the two of them, Denise had a butcher knife in her hands swinging it widly. 

          “Denise, come on now,” he said, trying to calm her down and disarm her. 

          Then with one direct swipe, she pierced Todd on his chest. 

          “TODD!!!” I yelled….

          Danita hit Denise’s arm with a rolling pin and she dropped the butcher knife on impact.

          “I’m going to kill you, little girl,” Denise told Danita, holding her arm in pain. 

          “The only thing you are going to do is finished getting your ass beat down!” Danita screamed charging into Denise with the force of a rouge ram. 

          When Denise landed back onto the floor, I searched the area where the knife was and it was gone. 

          Oh my God, this couldn’t be happening…

          Not right now…

          “You little bitch!” A familiar male’s voice said, shaking things further up. 

          It was pops…

          How in the hell did he get in?

          I watched in horror as the warm blood oozed outward, growing and expanding onto the kitchen foor.   

          It seems as if, once again, hell had found its way into my life. 

          “You’re going to jail, baby, you’re going to jail for doing this,” Pops said, teary eyed, lifting the wrinkled, brown bag he had been carrying to his face, adding more oil to the vileness of his drunkenness. 

          “I DIDN’T DO THIS!” Danita screamed, terrified.

          Todd…

          Denise…

          Dear God…