RIPPED & READY (PART 12)

RIPPED & READY (PART XII)

"Why the hell did you slip out of the house like that, boy?  You got your mama all worried," he said, obviously annoyed with the little stunt I had pulled.

Pops was never one of my favorite people in the world, but he was my father so I had to stay within certain respectful boundaries -- however, Daddy-Good-Dick was really challenging my ability to keep that particular commandment that specifically says to honor your mother and father.   Now, I wanted to lose my religion and flip-flop for just this one moment and tell this asshole about his self but, with a shirtless Todd dripping with sweat smiling at me waiting to embrace his Marco, I pulled the plug, yet again and refrained from cursing his ass out. 

"Pops, tell moms I am fine and that all will be revealed soon," I told him, knowing he probably didn't even catch the damn clue I had just thrown at him. 

Then, old Pops threw me a curve ball that side-lined my subtle hint.  He said, "If you don't think I know what's on your mind, then you must be out of your got-dayum mind, sissy-boy.  I hope you enjoyed the peep-show, and you had better not even think about upsetting my wife with some bullshit," he said in a threatening tone. 

How did he...?

When did he...?

Oh, shit, Pops may have a tad bit more upstairs than I ever gave him credit for having.  Well, you know what; if he wanted to take it there then all bets were off.  I unleashed the fury inside of me I went into Bruce Lee mode and started verbally kick boxing his ass.

"Wow, it must make you feel like a big man calling me that, Pops.  Well, you let me tell you one motherfucking thing you son of a bitch, I am no longer the frightened little boy too scared to speak up for himself.  Over the years I have put up with your verbal insults, your mental and physical abuse, as well as your disgusting habits, but right now I am wearing the big drawers Daddy-Limp-Dick!" I wanted to reach through that cell phone and wrap my hands around his vile throat. 

"If you feeling frogish you little punk ass sissy, then you leap on over here to Pops' pad and, just like I dropped that nut to bring your soft ass into this world, I have got 45 other reasons hidden under the mattress that will take it out!" He sneered.  

Once he threatened to kill me, I knew right then and there, that things were never going to be the same.   Not only was I not going to be able to continue living under the same roof as him, I was also going to have to cash that check my ass just wrote.   In other words, I would have to prove to this jerk that I was a man -- regardless of my sexuality.  I got a damned dick and a set of balls just like he did and, contrary to the myth, gay men knew how to throw them things too. 

"Pops, just when I thought you couldn't get any lower, you surprised me by threatening to kill me if I exposed the little tryst going on between you and that nasty slut.  I guess you'd go to any lengths to protect your precious image, right Deacon?" I said, hitting him right in the gut with a verbal upper-cut.  

Before he ever got the chance to recite another word and recover from that last jab, I hit the end call button on the cell phone.  Now, you know it was on, don't you?  You know the stakes on this mission were set to a new high at that moment.  They say you must fight fire with fire and, I suppose, I'd need to get some metallic heat and get strapped like Pops.  

I had never been a violent type of guy, however, there are instances in life that occur and you wake up, realizing that, some of the people in this world disguised as upstanding citizens are the main motherfuckers with evil running through their veins.   It's not just the pants sagging thugs they exploit on the news and in these documentaries that you have to watch your back around -- No, its these politicians, preachers, deacons, doctors, scientists, hell, the list goes on and on.   

Pops mistook me for somebody who gives a fuck but, there is one thing you don't do to no child and that's, try to mess over his mama.  My mom’s wouldn't hurt a flea, and I'm not about to let her take a bullet for this perverted fuck! 

Daddy dearest, I may not be able to throw a football, dribble a basketball, or hit a baseball, but I damn sure did know how to point and shoot a gun.  My favorite quote from any movie is the one that came out of mine and my sister's most beloved film, "The Color Purple": 

Til you do right by me, everything you even think about is going to crumble...