So I’m sharing Roy’s blurb a little early. Why? ‘Cause I love ya! 🙂
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Some stories aren’t easy to tell.
Some situations aren’t easy to relive.
But I was raised to be strong—to hold my own. Because of it, I was hurt, torn down, beaten and even had my heart snatched right out of my chest.
But I’m ready now. It’s time for me to speak up. You want to know what really goes on inside my head, well I’m right here.
Real. Raw. Intense.
This is all me. Roy Sykes. This is my story, and trust me… its far from pretty.
Good, huh?? *sighs* I love Roy!
Anywho, here’s a little teaser of what’s to come! January 14th… better get ready. 😉
(Remember, this is raw, un-edited material and it is subject to change.)
On our way to the hospital, Mom talked about how she was enjoying her new doctor. I met him a few times and he seemed genuine, like he really wanted to help her. Mom continued talking about the friends she met at the hospital, but I couldn’t really get over what Corey and Cheek said to me. They didn’t intimidate me, but I knew now they were probably watching out for me. They were losing trust for me. They were considering me a threat. All because I delivered something and was untouched during the process. Why couldn’t they just accept that? Why did they have to make it a bigger deal than it was?
On our way, each and every day, Mom and I passed by a stoop where four men sat and drank their lives away. They had nothing else better to do than make fun of people, aggravate them, scare them, and on this day, I was already fed up with all the bullshit but they’d hit my last nerve.
“Look at that slut!” one of the men yelled. I was about to stop walking but Mom gripped my hand and shook her head.
“Remember what I said, Roy. Pay them no mind,” she murmured, keeping her gaze forward.
“Ay! Joann! Remember how you used to suck my dick! You were good as hell at it. Good times, huh? Now you can’t do shit for me anymore!”
A growl bubbled at the heart of my throat. “I can’t let them keep talking about you like this,” I muttered. I didn’t realize I had stopped walking and Mom was tugging on my arm until I starting staring at the black road.
“Infested bitch!” one of the men yelled. “Take your raggedy ass away from here before we catch it, too!”
They all laughed. And I snapped. I yanked away from her and rushed for the stoop, knocking down the empty beer bottles and cans. All the men stood up, but fear was in their eyes. And anger was within me. One of them with a dusty red beard tried to be bold, but his drunk stagger wasn’t allowing him to stand as tall and mighty as he wanted to.
“What? You mad ‘cause you might have it, too? It isn’t your fault, boy. It’s hers,” he said, pointing over my shoulder. “She shouldn’t have been such a fiiillltthy whore.” His words were slurring together.
All the men laughed, and I took a look at each of them thoroughly. “That’s funny?” I asked rhetorically, tilting my head and cocking an eyebrow.
Before any of them could laugh again, I gripped the man with the beard by the throat. He seemed to be the one leading them into making fun of her and calling her names so it was time to end it. Locking my hand around his neck and turning him around, I dragged him down the stairs and slammed his face on the concrete. The bald man came rushing down, trying to pull me off of him but I wasn’t having it. All I could see was red. I was out for blood. Mom was all I had and I wasn’t about to let them continue their shit talking. I was tired of seeing her cry. Tired of hearing her moans and cries of pain. Tired of all the crap in our everyday life that we didn’t even deserve.
Without thinking I slammed his face into the pavement over and over again. The other two men remained still, watching as the blood gushed from his face. I was threatening this man and I didn’t even know it. Venomous words were spewing right off my tongue. Threats that I was going to kill him for all the shit he said about her. How he wasn’t shit and never would be. How he was going to pay for it all. He was my excuse. My escape.
I wanted to kill him… I really did. I couldn’t think. Mom kept yelling. But then she whispered something… and I stopped. Reality hit me like a baseball bat to the gut and I jerked away from the bloody man before me. Blood was spilling down the stoop stairs, making it’s way to the sewer. Mom was wailing, crying, tugging on the sleeve of my jacket, begging for me to just come with her and walk away from it all.
“This isn’t you, Roy,” she repeated, stepping in front of me. She was right. I couldn’t look at her. I could only stare at the man. And then I stared at the other three who were staring at me, as if they weren’t expecting me to go as bizzerk as I did on him.
My mind was racing, my ears filled with my own piping hot blood. How did I get so wound up? Why did I take my anger out on him? I never would’ve let those men get to me. Words meant nothing to me. Insults were nothing. I didn’t care as long as no one touched me, but… I literally fucked this man up. And why?
Shit, Corey. All my anger was tunneling back to him. The way he touched me, shoved me, and literally made it seem like he could spit on me and walk away pissed me off. He made me feel worthless. Like a fucking idiot. I never, in my entire life, let anyone punk or fool me like Corey did. And I hated how he could get away with it. I needed that money. I needed it all! I just hated that I had to make my living through him.
“Shit… Mom… I’m—I’m sorry. Please…” I didn’t know what to say. I heard shuffling and looked back to see the men helping their beat down leader back to the stoop. I caused damage, yeah, but I don’t think I caused enough to the point where he was going to die. That was good, I guess. But he was banged up. Badly. He was going to need stitches… and a lot of them.
“S’okay,” Mom cooed. “Just come on. Come with me, baby.”
Nodding, speechless, I walked away with Mom, but I couldn’t help looking back at the man I’d just pummeled. The man I imagined as Corey. The man I took my aggressions out on. I committed a crime, but I knew those men on that stoop weren’t going to file a report because they were all criminals to some degree.
And I realized I got lucky.
Copyright, Shanora Williams 2013