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nightshade-minho · 4 years

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3021:Starless

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Warnings: mentions of knives, mentions of prostitutes, shirtless Hyunjin, mentions of family death, violence etc.

Word Count: 3.3k

Minho sighed as he walked home, his hands in his pockets...all his thoughts were filled with you.

He'd followed you secretly, knowing you were too stubborn to let him walk with you and make sure you were safe. He'd watched from an alley as you reached the workshop, greeted by a boy around your age that he couldn't quite recognize. Could it be possible that he was your boyfriend?

Jealousy rose up in him as he shook his head, not wanting to think about it. One of these days, he'd have the courage to ask you out.

He wondered if you liked him. You didn't really know much about him, but your interactions with him, though filled with sarcasm and plenty of comebacks, told him you didn't hate his presence. He had a feeling you were just acting tough, pretending like he was nothing but a nuisance to you- especially because he saw the way your cheeks would slightly heat up whenever he flirted with you.

He first met you at the coffee shop you worked at, almost a year ago. It was one of the few cafés in this part of town, and hence it was always packed. You'd caught his eye immediately and he was smitten at first glance. He found himself to be a regular at the café ever since. He'd be lying if he said the coffee was the reason he stuck around.

Minho stopped walking for a second, his human leg aching. He balanced his weight on his bionic foot as he rested for a second. He had a long way to travel, considering his house was located closer to the city. Walking back and forth so often was tiring, sometimes.

He went back to thinking of you. Your smile, your hair...the way you walked, and the way you always knew just what to say. He tried to keep the lovesick smile at bay, but was clearly unsuccessful, if his reflection in the car window opposite him was any indication. Straightening up a little, he started walking again, reliving all his interactions with you in his head.

He reached home sooner than he thought.

Walking up the driveway, he nodded at the guards, who gave him a nod before opening up the gates. They never asked him what he was doing out so late, and he appreciated them for it.

Minho sneaked around the back of the mansion, sighing as he prepared himself to scale the tree right next to his bedroom window.

Carefully, he climbed the tree as discreetly as he could, stepping into his room with a light thud.

Looking around, he closed the window, dusting off his shirt- but when he turned around, his father was standing right there.

Minho yelped, stumbling backwards a little. "What the fuck-" Was this karma or something?

"Language, young man. Now, what were you doing out so late?"

"Nothing! I needed to um...shop for parts."

"What? Why would you do that when you could order any prostheses you want from the comfort of your own home?" The man's eyes narrowed as his eyes roved over the dust clinging to Minho's clothes.

"Why are you dressed like that? Did you..." He gasped, trailing off. "You went to that side of town, didn't you?"

"What? Dad, no, I-"

"Don't lie to me." He glared, pinching his forehead. "I don't want to know what you were doing there. You're an adult, if you want to see hookers, I don't mind. But we have a reputation to uphold. You do realize I can acquire you a sex android if you really-"

"What the fuck, Dad?! Just-" Minho's horrified expression grew as he fully absorbed his father's words. "That's not what I was doing. I was-"

He put up a finger, silencing him. "You don't have to explain yourself. Just tell your assistant what you need." He exhaled, turning around and leaving the room.

Minho watched him leave, his head boiling with anger. He was thankful he didn't ask any more questions- it was revolting the way his father thought the rural areas offered nothing more than strip clubs, but at least it saved his ass this time. He couldn't come up with any excuses.

He got rid of his clothes, throwing them on the floor in frustration. After all, there was a maid to clean it all up. So, who gave a shit if he messed up his whole room? His whole life, he'd be waited on. He was 22 years old, and yet he still lived in his father's house. Granted, he did have an entire floor to himself...it still felt pathetic, though. Life wasn't going the way he wanted it to.

Being the Viceroy's son had its perks. But he'd always known there was more to life. Minho had most everything he ever wanted...except freedom.

He took the cable beside his bed and plugged himself in, adjusting the overnight power settings. He got into his bed, turning around and sighing as he hugged his pillow, imagining it was you. He allowed himself to smile, letting the image of you drive out the negative energy his dad had left behind.

Soon, he felt sleep take over his senses.

"Is he awake?" Jisung asked, holding a glass of water as he came back into the room through the curtain that separated his home from the workshop.

"No...not yet." You tilted your head as you looked at the man that was sprawled out on the reclining chair you'd sat on not long ago. He had the same troubled expression on his face from before.

"Y/n, we have to contact the palace."

You frowned, eyes still fixed on the man in front of you- the legendary H88, The Royal Android. You flexed your arms, still aching from helping Jisung carry the android home.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Jisung. He seemed distressed, and shouldn't he already be at the palace by now, at least, according to the news? Something's off. I don't want us to be connected to something so convoluted, at least not before tomorrow's trials. Maybe after that, we can decide what to do."

Jisung sighed, going over to the android's side and lifting his hair out of the way. "Low charge." He plugged the android in, turning to you. "If anyone finds out we're hiding the Royal Android...you do realize we could be put in jail, right? Besides, maybe turning it in would put you in their good graces. You'd get your Phantom license in a snap."

"Ha. We both know that's not what would happen. They like to twist stories...make them work in their favor. I feel like they'd just find a way to put all the blame on us-"

"Not this again..."

It was no secret that you weren't the biggest fan of the Royal family. In a world as advanced as yours, monarchies weren't that common. Xale was one of the three countries in the world that still had a royal family.

The King had rushed into countless scandals ever since he ascended the throne, most of which were hastily covered up.

However, his reach didn't extend all the way to the poorer areas of Neos. Out here, there were people who knew. And you were one of them.

Whenever you talked about it though, Jisung was always quick to shut you up. He chalked it all up to controversies. However, you knew deep down he was aware of it all, too. He was just too scared to admit it. And why wouldn't he be? King Bang was almost a dictator, his opinions and decisions bordering on terrible. Monitorship, curfews, laws...all of it was designed to make it impossible for the have-nots to survive. The richer citizens of Neos lived oblivious to it all, unfortunately.

His son was to take the throne soon. You'd heard that he was a lot more lenient and good-hearted than his father...but you knew as long as the King was alive, he would have his influence over his son and the way he ruled...and thus, over the country.

"Y/n! He's awake..."

You snapped out of your thoughts at Jisung's shaky voice, eyes widening as you saw the android in front of you blink, eyes open as he assessed the two of you.

There was silence for a while as the three of you glanced at each other, wondering who would speak first. A few seconds later, Jisung broke the silence.

"Are you okay?"

The android turned to look at him, eyes narrowing a little. "Do you know who I am?"

"H88."

"Hyunjin. That's my name." He snarled. "And good, so you do know. Why would you ask such a question then? I'm clearly not okay. I'm supposed to be living in the Palace. But I'm not. Do you want to know why?"

Jisung raised an eyebrow at his angry tone. "Why?"

"Because I escaped." He muttered under his breath.

You opened your mouth, slightly confused and ready to ask another question, but Jisung grabbed your wrist and pulled you aside a little.

"We can't do this, Y/n. We should return him as soon as we can. This isn't just any android- it's The Royal Android, and it's been dominating the news for the last few months. Hiding him is obviously not going to be fucking easy."

"I know, but...I've just got a gut feeling about this."

"This isn't the time to rely on intuition! We could get seriously-"

"I'm right here, you know. I can hear everything." The android mumbled. The two of you turned to look at him. He glanced between you both and let out a long sigh, lip trembling.

"Please...just don't take me back to the P-palace. I'm begging you." He said, his voice glitching again.

Jisung frowned, opening his mouth. You interrupted him before he could say anything.

"Why are you scared of the Palace? Why don't you want to go there?" You probed gently, as you sat back down in front of him, not wanting to overwhelm him.

He pressed his lips together, looking conflicted. "It's...It's a long story. I can tell you later, when I feel more up to it." He sighed. "I'm not asking you to hide me forever...just for a few weeks, maybe? Until I figure out what to do."

Jisung held a hand up, his expression incredulous. "Hold up, dude, we can’t just do something like this without thinking. Don't you understand the risk this poses for us? And for you?"

"I know...but I have information. Very sensitive information. I'll answer all your questions and tell you what I know..." he looks at you meaningfully, as if he knew this would catch your attention. "As long as you hide me for a little while."

You narrowed your eyes at his words. Information. He had information, presumably against the royal family. This interested you considerably.

"Fine. You can stay."

He smiled widely. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he did so. You'd never met an android so advanced, an android so breathtakingly beautiful.

Jisung cleared his throat, making you look at him. "This is such a bad idea, on so many levels. First off, he can't stay here- there are regular check-ins."

"Yeah I know. Hmm...he could always stay at my apartment."

Jisung looked up at you, cheeks turning red a little. "Um, is that a good idea? Isn't your apartment...small..."

"It's alright! It'll fit two people fine." You glanced at Hyunjin. "Besides, I don't think he gets to be picky."

"I'm okay with it. I just want to be safe."

Jisung felt his heart slowly sink as you and the android shared a grin, both extremely satisfied with their ends of the deal. Meanwhile, Jisung didn't have anything to gain...except the realization that for the next few weeks, you'd be living in close quarters with this Adonis of an android.

Why did he have to have such rotten luck?

Hyunjin took off the hood of his cloak as you finally opened the door to the apartment, running a hand through his hair as he immediately went over to crash on the couch.

You stared at him pointedly as you removed your own cloak. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"Androids don't get hungry." He yawned, stretching.

"But they do get tired?" You raised an eyebrow as he blinked at you sleepily, not answering you. You rolled your eyes.

"Don't ask me. I didn't invent them." He said finally. "Is there something wrong with my sensors or is it hot as balls in here?" He swore, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off, discarding it on the floor as he leaned back once more. "Much better."

Maybe for him. You stood there, a little shocked and unable to tear your eyes away from his bare chest.

"Like what you see, hm?" He winked, yawning again. "Come on." He patted the spot next to him. "I'll tell you everything you need to know. I promised, remember?"

"Right..." you hesitantly walked over to sit next to him, focusing on his eyes that were backlit with blue.

"Go ahead. Ask me whatever you want to."

"Okay." You thought for a bit, sifting through all the questions in your head as you finally settled on one. "How did you escape the Palace? It's so heavily guarded."

"I haven't been to the Palace yet, actually. I escaped on my way there. I was being transported from Dr Isamu's mansion, but I panicked in the car. So I killed the driver and then left."

"You- you killed someone-"

"Yes. Move on, it's no big deal." He rolled his eyes. "I got a little scratched up in the fight, though. He was a very bulky man."

You nodded. The faded scars on his arms were apparent.

"Anyway, I stumbled through the streets and somehow found myself in the subway- I don't even know how I got there. I don't remember much. I knew I was close to shutting down. Then I saw you two, and then....well, you know."

You sighed and leaned back against the couch, trying to make sense of what you had just rushed into.

"You committed a murder. The cops are going to investigate- both the murder and your disappearance. The fact that you're royal property makes it even less likely for you to stay here long without being caught. And when you do, I'll go down as well." You groaned. Was this a bad idea, after all?

"Yeah, I know. But you're just going to have to trust me. I know...things. Most of them, I overheard when I was in Isamu's lab. I know your parents were rebels, Y/n. This information will be valuable to you."

You frowned. "How do you know that?"

"My scanning system is advanced. I have the details of nearly every Neos citizen embedded in me. Your file says you're an orphan, that you work in a coffee shop despite having a well above average IQ. Your parents were the leaders of the 3012 rebellion, and were executed. Till you were 18, you were raised by the owner of the workshop down the street, whose son I just met. Not a fan of him, by the way. Want me to keep going?"

"Wow. So you do know everything." You pressed your lips together. "Well, you're right...what you know is valuable to me." You played with your fingers as the memories from that day replayed in your head, your chest tightening. You remembered the pain you'd felt as you saw your parents die right in front of you, mercilessly humiliated and tortured in front of the hundreds that had gathered to watch. It was a terrible thing for a 10 year old to have to witness.

You also remembered how Mr Han brought you back to his house that day, raising you as his own alongside Jisung. He'd always been kind to you, caring for you and educating you. Despite losing your family at the age of 10, you found yourself still loved. And now...you were on the verge of losing him as well.

"...All I've ever wanted to do is finish what they started. I...want revenge. Don't get me wrong, I do want this country to be free as well. We would all be so much better off without the King. But I know a small part of me wants to do this for them." You sighed. "It's always just been a fantasy, though." Until you came into my life today.

His gaze softened as he watched you blink back tears. Hesitantly, Hyunjin moved a little closer, putting a hand on your back and patting you once.

You'd always tried to be strong, tried to not let your emotions get the better of you. As much as you loved Jisung, and maybe even Minho...you always tried to keep your tough exterior intact in front of them, as best as you could.

Yet here was this guy, someone you'd never seen the face of until today, other than on the front page of all the news articles. And despite barely knowing him, you felt something connecting the two of you. Something you couldn't quite explain.

He stroked your hair as you gave up, dropping your walls in front of this complete stranger.

You let him pull you in, holding you as you cried, letting out emotions that had been pent up for years. Hyunjin didn't pry. He stayed silent, letting you cry into his chest.

It felt a little pitiful, but you couldn't care less at this point. It was difficult pretending to be strong when you knew you were anything but.

"Your parents...were great people, Y/n. They inspired a lot of people. Their efforts weren't useless, and I know yours won't be, either."

"Wait...what are you suggesting?" You sniffed, looking up at him with a confused expression.

"That you finish what they started. It'll be tricky...but we can do it. You let me stay here, and in exchange I'll help." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"For now, just cry it out all out. I'll tell you everything I know tomorrow, and we'll discuss after your trials. You're signing up to be a Phantom, correct?"

"Um, yeah." You said, wiping your cheek, feeling a familiar fire burn in your chest. Could you believe him? It sounded too good to be true. The idea of renewing the revolution your parents had ignited all those years ago...bringing the country together in the name of justice...it was a little far-fetched, but an idea that sparked excitement in you.

"Good. That'd be helpful, actually. We need an in, after all. Now...you need to rest, if you want to succeed tomorrow."

You sighed, nodding. Hyunjin smiled at you and pulled you into him again, adjusting himself in a more comfortable position. He hummed under his breath, and you blinked sleepily. His skin was so soft, his voice so calming...

You felt drowsy the more he sang, eyes closing.

Hyunjin continued petting your head. He closed his own eyes, flashes of what had happened to him over the past few months shooting across him, making him shiver. He would do anything to avoid going back there...including lie.

He hoped what he knew would be enough for you to get what you wanted, but deep down he knew he needed more...hopefully you wouldn't be too angry when you realized he knew less than what he'd made it seem like.

Another rebellion. It would take some time, but from what he'd seen, you were resourceful enough to make it happen. And even though his knowledge was limited, he hoped he'd be able to find out more for you. Hyunjin knew he was equipped with millions of special talents - a lot of which he himself hadn't explored yet. He'd be a powerful ally.

He trusted you, and he hoped you did too.

(None of the art used in this series belongs to me. Credit to the respective owners.)

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marvelhead17 · 5 years

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Miracle (Original Female Character x Cable)

Chapter 26

Summary: “How did you fix it?” he asked. “Ask Ellen the Teenage Warhead,” Wade shrugged as he stood up, “As for baby Hitler he ended up having a diaper change, funny story I was actually going to call Cable since he was so keen on killing Russel, I thought this would be like taking candy from a baby, if that means replacing it with a bullet that is,”

Warnings to cover the whole fic: Graphic depictions of violence, use of weapons, mild to strong language, mentions of rape, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, referenced torture and psychological abuse/manipulation, nightmares and night terrors, sexual humour, sexual content.

Word count: 2k

Several weeks later

“I’m sorry I’m supposed to do what now?” Hayden looked at Wade.

“You’re going to be a stripper, we need someone undercover and the guy might recognise Domino’s face-”

“And he won’t recognise mine, after I was on the news two months ago for killing my own father and brother?”

“Well no because-”

“Oh I’d love to hear this,” she crossed her arms and stared him down.

“I’ve heard that the guy has a kink for curvier ladies-”

“Excuse me?” she took a step closer to Wade and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his face closer to her much angrier one.

“I um- ah,” he faltered.

“That’s what I thought,” she let him go and crossed her arms once again, “I’m not doing this, not a chance in hell,”

* * *

“I don’t know how I got roped into this stupid idea,” she said irritably.

“Honestly, I don’t know either,” Nathan said, “Somehow his jabbering seemed to make sense to you in between all the bullshit,” he shook his head.

“Apparently,” she looked over all the shoes that were placed before her, “Wade, tell me again why you have so many pairs of heels?”

“Oh- like you don’t?” he asked with his hands on his hips.

“If you knew me at all, which you do, you know very well that I don’t own a single damned pair of these torture devices,” she picked up a pair of bright pink five inch platform heels, “What the hell do you use these for anyway?”

“That sounds like something we don’t want to know,” Nathan frowned.

“Oh please, they look great on me, I needed them for undercover marks, and they make for surprisingly good weapons if need be,” he added, “Those ones you’re holding right now pierced a man’s throat very well,”

“Oh, God, alright,” she put them back on the table and Nathan’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Aside from the fact that you’re weirdly the same shoe size as me… Do I really have to wear any of these?”

“God, stop being such a baby sis, you’re playing the part of stripper not the Virgin Mary here,” his voice was muffled as he dug through his walk-in closet looking for something.

“You would know, since your girlfriend was one,”

“Hey,” Wade warned while pointing a finger, “That’s uncalled for,”

“What, she only did that so she didn’t have to be a hooker anymo-”

“Enough! I know you’re trying to trigger me on purpose,” Wade raised his hands and breathed several breaths in and out, “And I’ll not be having it. You’re doing this whether you want to or not,”

“Fine,” she stretched the word out in a big sigh.

“Now I think you should either wear these silver ones,” he lifted the pair of heels in the air, “Or the gold maybe?” he tilted his head. “Oh but there’re also the black ones or the blue ones that would match the outfit perfectly-”

“You already have an outfit for me to wear?” she looked at him with wide eyes.

“Of course silly,” he waved his hand in the air as if to say that it was a stupid question for her to ask.

“Well I mean I thought that was for the manager to decide or whatever,”

“Well according to your resume you are a professional! And I bet that’ll make the manager open to whatever you decide- or else you’re outta there,” Wade grinned, “It’s the perfect plan.”

“If you don’t say so yourself,” she scoffed.

“Now enough talking, we don’t have all the time in the world,” he placed the four pairs of shoes on the floor in front of her, “You’re trying these all on,”

“God, fine,” she took off her comfortable sneakers and looked between the shoes deciding which pair to try on first.

“Socks,” Wade tutted with a wagging finger, she rolled her eyes and took them off as well.

She chose the black shoes and Wade moved a chair over for her to sit on so that she could slip them on with more ease, she moved her feet to see how they looked on her.

“Do they all have to be this high?” she asked biting her lip subtly.

“Yes,” Wade sighed and rolled his eyes, “C’mon stand up and walk,” he grabbed under her arms to pull her out from the chair.

“Alright, alright Jesus,” she smacked his hands away and she stood still in the spot. “Uh,”

Wade whispered loudly, “This is the part where you start walking,”

“Shut up- I know that,”

“Cable, go stand on that side of the room so she can walk to you, I can see she’s a beginner at this,” Nathan nodded and moved to the opposite end of the room.

“Excuse me?” she huffed.

“Walk,” Wade instructed after giving her a light shove.

“Fuck off,” she muttered as she nearly fell over and Nathan chuckled.

“Give her a chance Wade,” he said as she began walking forward and steadied herself without wobbling over too much.

“I am- now go forth little bird and fly- well walk, shit- can I never get my metaphors straight?” Wade said.

She was halfway across the room at this point, slowly getting used to the pressure on her toes as she tried to maintain her balance.

“You can get them about as straight as your dick, which is never,” Hayden smirked before moving her foot forward, this time she made a wrong step and the heel of the shoe slid across the floor.

She toppled to the side and hadn’t even reacted before she hit something firm with her head, a pair of arms were wrapped around her and her torso, and she looked up to see the familiar eyes of Nathan looking down at her.

“Karma is a bitch, just like you are,” Wade taunted and stuck his tongue out blowing her a raspberry.

“The hell did you just call me?” she asked standing upright again with a bit of help from Nathan, she was now at eye level with him thanks to the heels. “That’s it I’m going to kick your ass,” she darted towards him and effortlessly caught him in a chokehold. “Call me a bitch again, I dare you.”

“Hey! Would you two cut it out,” Nathan said irritably raising his hands between the two of them, he looked at Hayden, “Hades- you realise you just ran in those shoes without tripping over right?”

“He’s right,” Wade said trying to loosen her grip.

“He might be right but you still called me a bitch,” she let him go and he fell on the ground, he rolled over so that he could stand up again, but she put her heeled foot on his chest and pushed him down.

“You’re really turning me on right now,” he groaned.

Nathan noted the firm muscles that were at work in this position, he had to take a good second to bring himself back to reality; and he agreed with Wade, inwardly of course, she was very much turning him on right now with her aggressiveness yet femininity in her actions and heels.

“God, ew,” she moved her foot and nudged him hard in the ribs, “Filter on,”

“Filters are for pussies,” he retorted, Nathan chuckled at them.

“You two are something else, really,” he shook his head.

* * *

“Haydes, can you hear me?” Wade spoke over the earpiece; he was hiding in the back alleyway.

“Loud and clear,” she spoke through the earpiece.

“Alright, no pressure, but this is our one shot to get this guy away from his unholy body guards,”

“Relax; I’ve got this covered,”

“Man I wish I could be in the audience,”

“Keep talking, I’ve already got several ideas of how I’m going to hurt you when we’re done here, I’ll just keep adding to the list,”

“Fine, but Cable,” his tone went serious and they waited for him to continue between his dramatic pause, “Tell me every detail that you get to see in there,”

“Wade,”

“Alright I’m shutting up,”

Nathan rolled his eyes and looked around the room that he was currently seated in; plenty of men older than him were sitting close to the stage, lit cigars in hand and wearing fancy Italian suits and gold jewellery. He wasn’t keen on sitting in a room full of horny old men, nor was he keen on having to watch Hayden in case something went wrong.

Of course he didn’t mind trying to keep her safe, it was more so the factor of her stripping down to god knows what, for the purpose of getting the attention of just one of these creeps, who happened to be seated just a seat away from him. He was the youngest man in the room, and possibly the richest as well, with two huge body guards seated on either side of him.

Nathan swallowed at the thought of the possibility of seeing her naked again, this time it wouldn’t be some freak accident of her clothes burning into nothing, she would willingly be removing her clothes in front of him.

He shook his head, stop that, he told himself.

“Gentlemen, please welcome our next performance- Evette, the Temptress,” the manager’s voice announced over the speakers.

Here we go. Nathan thought to himself, he was a bit more on edge for the fact that he had no idea what he was about to see, Wade had insisted that in order to fit in with the others he had to be surprised by what she was wearing otherwise he might arouse suspicion.

“Show time,” Wade said chuck ling.

“Shut up Wade,” Hayden mumbled.

The curtains parted and old-time jam music began playing, panic rose in his chest but he relaxed when he saw that Hayden was fully clothed. She wore a long coat, gloves and the deep blue heels that Wade had given to her.

She gracefully walked around the stage as if parading herself, before she turned to face the audience and slowly unbuttoned the beige coat she wore and then slid it over her shoulders so that it landed on the floor, she kicked it aside and gave them a sexy smile.

Her outfit of a navy blue mini skirt with a white blouse that had a miniature blue bowtie to match was now revealed, her hair was tied back in a formal bun, she grabbed the pole that was in the centre of the stage and swung with one arm around it before coming to a stop and then using her free hand to undo her hair and tossing the hair band aside.

The audience and music seemed to drown out as Nathan watched her performance, as if he and Hayden were the only people in the room.

Her brunette locks cascaded down just passed her shoulders and she playfully brushed her hair before winking, she put her right finger in her mouth and bit gently down so that the white glove stayed in its place as she pulled her hand away. The glove stayed in her teeth and she took it out with the same hand, before repeating the action with her left hand. She tossed the gloves in the direction of the coat.

Nathan glanced out the side of his eye and noticed that the young man was staring at Hayden with piqued interest; he felt heat in his chest but returned his attention to Hayden rather. Not that it calmed him down in any way.

She undid the blouse she was wearing slowly and every eye was on her, then she loosened the bowtie and threw it to the crowd, it landed on a gawking older man’s lap. She then stripped the blouse off and threw it at their target; he gave a smirk and eyed her figure that was now half naked in front of them.

The silver diamante studded bra with flecks of sapphire shimmered in the lighting. She gave a little turn before playing with the edging of her skirt and teasing it up her thigh, she undid the zip on the side and it fell to the floor revealing a matching underwear.

Thank God Wade isn’t here right now. Nathan thought as he gulped at her figure.

She was curvy as Wade had said, her thighs were thick but muscular, and as she turned to face the pole he noticed how round her ass was and that she was actually wearing a thong that showed a lot more skin than what he had expected. He barely glimpsed the young man next to him saying something to one of his guards, who nodded and got up and disappeared, as he was so distracted.

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>> Chapter 27 <<

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troublemakerfiction · 6 years

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35. Pt. 1

Imani

“Imani, I need to see you when everybody leaves.” Dr. Anderson said as everybody was packing up to leave class.

“Okay,” I nodded even though I was confused.I was one of the best students in this class so I don’t even know what she needed to talk to me about.

I walked to the front of the class waiting for everybody to leave so I could find out what was going on. Walking past me Malcolm bumped my shoulder then glared at me.

Apparently this nigga is still salty about Kason beating his ass and he’s been acting like an asshole since it happened. I understand being mad but this nigga was really trying my damn patience.

“What’s going on Dr. Anderson?” I asked once everybody was out. Dr. Anderson who was a very attractive older black woman took her glasses off then sighed.

“I don’t like beating around the bush and I’m actually very pissed about this so I’m going to be honest with you. Have you ever heard of Aaron Bradford?”

“Uh yeah, he’s like the most decorated surgeon to come out of this school.”

“Exactly and he donates a lot of money into this school and this program. He’s also related to one of your classmates.” She said.

“Wait you said Bradford right?” I asked just to be sure. The only Bradford I know is Malcolm Bradford, the fuck does his people mean to me?

“Yes,” she gave me a sympathetic look.

“Okay, um…what does he have to do with me?”

“Well they wanted me to say that something went wrong with your admission but the truth is Aaron Bradford made some calls and you can’t come back here.”

“Wait what?” I had to be hearing her wrong because I know she didn’t just say I was kicked out.

“You cannot come back to this medical school; actually he’s been making phone calls to every major medical school in the state. Nobody will admit you, I don’t know how you got on his bad side but it’s not a good place to be if you want to make it in this field.”

“I don’t understand how he can just get me kicked out. I’m a straight A student, I’ve been working my ass off! I sacrificed my fuckin’ relationship for this shit and they’re just going to put me out. Finals are next week!”

“There’s nothing I can do about it Imani.”

“What about my tuition, my dad paid a lot of money to this damn school.”

“I know and I was told to give you this,” She grabbed an envelope out of her bag then handed it to me. I opened it to see a refund check for my tuition. I had to grab the table to keep myself out because I felt like the wind was just knocked out of me. I was really kicked out, what the fuck?

“Are you okay?” She grabbed my arm helping me keep balance. “I’m sorry Imani; you’re one of my best students. I wish there was something I could do.”

Not even bothering to say anything I walked out the classroom and straight outside so I could get to my car. Just as I was unlocking my door I heard laughing from behind me so I turned around.

“Had a good meeting?” Malcolm smirked at me.

“You think this shit is funny? Your pussy ass got me kicked out of school!” I shouted at him; he was lucky I wasn’t breaking his fucking neck right now.

“Aye this isn’t my fault; blame your man for being out of control.”

“Out of control my ass, you’re just mad your pretty ass got beat the fuck up. I had nothing to do with what happened to you and you know it so why are you even going this far?”

“Because I can,” he shrugged. “You know I can easily get my grandfather to fix this if you cooperate,”

“Excuse me?” I looked at him as if he was stupid, “What the fuck do you mean by cooperate?”

“You know exactly what that means,” he grabbed my hand but I snatched it away from him.

“Kiss my ass Malcolm; I’m not fucking you to get back in school.”

“Fine, stay kicked out then it really means nothing to me. It is what it is and there aint shit you can do about it.” With that he smiled at me then walked off.

I got in my car then pulled my phone from my purse. “I can’t do shit but I know who can.” I went down my call log then hit the number I was looking for. Putting it to my ear I heard it ring twice before it finally got answered. “Daddy,”

***

“How the fuck can he kick you out of school like that?” Haze questioned with an angry look on his face. We were in my dad’s living room along with Kason talking about the bitch shit Malcolm pulled on me.

“He’s a major donator or some shit like that, I don’t know exactly but he did it.”

“That’s fucked up; you would think ole boy would know not to try you.” Kason said and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Kason shut up, you’re the reason I’m even in this mess.” I snapped at him.

“Man I told you what the nigga said,”

“Alright but it wasn’t worth me getting kicked out of school. I always tell you to keep your damn temper in check but no Kason just has to do whatever the hell he wants. Now I’m out on my ass because of that bullshit!”

“You can be mad all you want to but calm the fuck down. Yelling at me aint getting your ass back in so quit with that shit. I apologized to you for that shit a long time ago, the fuck else you want me to do?”

“Nothing, you can’t do a damn thing.”

“Alright alright, shut the hell up.” My dad said when he came walking in the living room. “Look I made some calls and that lady was right. That Bradford has a lot of pull in the medical field; more than I have. That nigga is a heavy hitter.”

‘So now what? I’m supposed to just say forget being a surgeon?”

“No because there are how many medical schools in this damn country? You can pick one and go to any of them but it’s up to you if you want to do that. Now if you don’t want to leave then don’t but you’re going to have to figure out another career plan.” My dad told me.

“I’ll think about it, besides that though what about the Bradford’s? They get to get away with screwing me over?”

“You know I can handle that a couple of different ways,” Haze said. “Just let me know what you want me to do,”

“I don’t think getting rid of them are necessary, it’s not that deep.” I was pissed off but they didn’t have to die for that shit, it’s not that serious. “They do need their asses checked though,”

A smile crossed Haze’s face as he pulled his phone out. “I got an idea. You don’t want that nigga dead fine, he can live. When I’m done with his ass he’s going to wish his ass was dead though.”

“Don’t touch that man Haze, she just said it aint that serious.” Dad told him.

“I’m not about to touch that nigga, I am about to fuck his name and pockets up though. Give me a few hours and that niggas whole world is about to come crumbling down.”

I looked at Haze trying to figure out what his crazy ass was up to. As long as it’s nothing that will get anybody in trouble then I’m cool with it. I hope he fucks Malcolm’s life up.

After talking to my brother and father a little while longer Kason and I left and went back to my apartment. He hasn’t moved back in and he wasn’t going to but he was allowed to stay a few nights out of the week.

“You alright?” Kason asked after getting on my bed and lying next to me.

“No I’m pissed off. All of my hard work flushed down the toilet because he can’t handle getting beat up, then he waited to do it. A whole year’s worth of school down the drain. I don’t even know what I’m going to do now.”

“What do you wanna Imani? As a career what do you want to do for the rest of your life?”

“I wanna help children. That was the main reason I wanted to go to medical school in the first place.”

“You can still do that, like your pops said if we have to move to make that happen then so be it. If you don’t want to move there are more options.”

“Like what?”

“Your degree is in psychology, do something with it.” I nodded not even bothering to say anything else. What he was saying wasn’t a bad idea at all but I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. I wanted to be a surgeon and that bitch boy Malcolm just fucked it up for me.

***

“Girl you can do something else, it’s more than one way to help kids.” NuNu told me while I drove. We had just come from getting something to eat and now we were on our way to get our hair done. I made today my personal pamper day because all the drama with school was stressing me the hell out.

“I understand that but this is what I wanted and now that bitch of a nigga stepped in my way.”

“He’s going to get his, Karma is a big bitch and it will hit ass soon, trust me.”

“Well I need for Karma to hurry up because I need this to get done now.” I joked making us both laugh.

“Yo what the fuck?” NuNu said we pulled up to a red light.

“What?” I looked at her confused.

“Are those little bitches jumping somebody on the corner?” She pointed across the street and sure enough it was a group of girls looking as if they were all fighting the same person.

“That’s what it looks like.”

“Hell nah, park this car. I hate little punk ass girls like that.” I parked my car then we both got and went across the street. NuNu started grabbing them girls and pushing them while I took the civilized approach and separated them.

“Little bitch I dare you to hit me, I’m not her I’ll fuck you up.” NuNu threatened one of the girls that was involved when she looked as if she was about to swing.

“It’s cool; we’ll see you tomorrow you broke bitch!” The girl laughed then she and her friends ran off.

I looked at the girl on the ground. She was balled into a fetal position shaking like a leaf, she looked petrified and my heart instantly broke for her. The girl was wearing a navy blue polo shirt and khaki’s which told me they were still in grammar school so she couldn’t be older than 13 years old.

Squatting down I moved her hand from her face so she could see we weren’t there to hurt her. “You’re okay now, come on get up.” I grabbed her arm noticing she had multiple scars going up her forearm. Shaking it off I pulled her up off the floor.

“Oh hell no, which way did those little bitches go.” NuNu shouted when we got a look at the girls face. Her lip was busted, and even though she had a milk chocolate complexion her black eye was more than evident. Her clothes were dirty and obviously too small for her and her sneakers were run down. I wanted to believe the girls’ jumping her was the reason her clothes looked like that but something was telling me that wasn’t it.

“Can you help me get her cleaned up before you try to fuck somebody’s child up,” I said to NuNu. “Get some napkins out the store Rambo,”

She sucked her teeth but went to get some. I looked at the little girl and shook my head, I felt so bad for her. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“They jumped me,” she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m fine; I’m used to it anyway.”

“This happens a lot?”

Instead of answering she just shrugged her shoulders again. “Listen I don’t know why those girls were on you like that but you can’t just lie back and let somebody beat on you like that.”

“I’m one person,”

“That’s no excuse; people only do what you allow.” NuNu came back out with some napkins and a bottle of water. “Maybe your mother can switch schools or something,”

“Oh please,” she mumbled.

“What’s your name?” I wet some of the napkins then gave it to her so she could wipe the blood from her face.

“Ayanna,” She answered.

“How old are you?”

“13,”

“Okay well Ayanna, you need to talk to somebody about this because this isn’t right. If you don’t wanna talk to your mother I can do it for you.”

“No!” She shouted immediately then looked down at the ground before looking back up at me. “I don’t need you to talk to my mother, I’m fine.”

“Okay well where do you live I can drop you off.”

“That’s okay I’m fine,”

“You were just getting jumped by five girls how are you fine?” NuNu questioned. “We’re taking you home so you might as well get your little ass in the car and come on.” She walked over to the car and got in the front seat leaving me and Ayanna standing there.

“She’s rude but she’s right, I wouldn’t feel right leaving you here like this. So you can either let me drop you off or we can call your mom to come get you. Either way I’m not leaving you here alone.”

“Okay,” she walked over to the car and got in the backseat. When I got in she told me her address and I pulled off. When we pulled up in front of the address she gave me there was a woman sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette. I looked back at Ayanna and the fear was written all over her face. If I didn’t know that look so well I would’ve been confused about what was wrong with her.

“You alright?” I asked her and she nodded. I told NuNu’s rude ass to stay in the car then me and Ayanna got out. The woman on the steps looked at me confused as we walked up to the steps.

“Who the fuck is you?” The woman spat at me. “Ayanna get your ass over here,” she ordered and Ayanna rushed over to her.

“My name is Imani, me and my friend was driving and we saw her getting jumped by a group of girls so we broke it up. I didn’t feel right letting her be by herself so I brought her home.” I told her.

“Got your ass beat again,” the woman said before laughing then looked at me. “You didn’t need to break it up; I tell her all the time she gotta learn how to defend herself.”

“I’m sorry, are you her mother?” I asked if she said yes I was going to go off. I tell you she was jumped and your response is to laugh? Not only that this bitch was dressed like she was about to go on a date. Hair, clothes, nails and everything else was done but this little girl is walking around looking as if nobody loves her. What the fuck?

“Please does it look like I would give birth to that?” she said, laughing again then went up the stairs. She opened the door then looked at Ayanna, “Brings your black ass on, got people out here in my business.” She told her then went in the house.

I looked at Ayanna and I could tell her feelings were hurt. “I told you I was fine,” Ayanna said to me.

“You’re not fine,” I grabbed her arm looking at the scars I noticed earlier. “This doesn’t look like you’re fine to me. Neither does that eye,”

She snatched her arm away from me then looked down again. “I was jumped remember,”

“You were but that bruise on your face is not from today.” I lifted her face up then shook my head and sighed. “Listen, I don’t know who that woman is to you but it’s clear she doesn’t have your best interest at heart.”

“She’s my aunt; she’s all I have.”

“She doesn’t have to be,”

“What am I supposed to do? Tell somebody then get put in the system where it’s 10 times worse? This is my life lady; don’t pretend to care because I know you don’t.”

“How would you know that?”

“Why would you? I don’t need a rich girl like you feeling bad for me. You’re probably going to leave and laugh about everything I’m going through. You don’t know me so don’t act like you do.”

“I don’t have to know you, I was you!” I snapped at her then stopped and took a deep breath to calm myself down. “Ayanna I know you don’t know me and you have no reason to believe anything that comes out of my mouth but I know what you’re going through. I was in your place once, living with somebody that basically hates you except it was my own mother I was getting abused by. I know the life you’re living and I know that if you don’t get help you won’t be living period.”

Ayanna shook her head as tears went down her face. “Who’s going to help me? My mother is dead, nobody else wanted me she’s all I have.”

“Like I said before she doesn’t have to be.”

“So what am I supposed to do?”

“Nothing, I’ll do it I just need to know that you trust me.”

She looked at me as if she didn’t know what to do and I completely understood where she was coming from. Her aunt may hate and hurt her but it’s a pain she’s familiar with, and foster care can be hell for certain kids so I understand why she’s fearful.

“I-I don’t wanna go into foster care.”

“You won’t; will you trust me?”

She looked at the house then back towards me. “I’ll trust you. Just please don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t I promise you. Stay right here,” I went up the stairs then knocked on the door. When the woman opened it she sucked her teeth.

“Are you still here? Damn, the fuck you want?”

“I wanted to tell you that I work for the department of children and family services.” I said and her whole face went damn near white.

“I um…umm I-“She stuttered.

“You can stop planning the lie you’re about to tell. The abuse and neglect of that little girl is more than clear so I can either call the police or you can let her go right now and forget she exists.”

“I can-“

“You can’t or you won’t? Listen to me, that girl is standing there with a black eye, a busted lip and dirty clothes that she can’t even fit yet here you are dressed like you’re living high and mighty. Do you really want me to get the police involved?”

She looked down at Ayanna then back at me. “Fine take her; just don’t call the police on me.”

I smiled a little bit then went back downstairs. “Come on, get in the car.”

“Where am I going?” Ayanna asked looking at me confused.

“Somewhere safe.” We went over to my car and hopped in. “Don’t ask I already know you were listening.” I said to NuNu without even looking at her. The window was cracked so I know she was eavesdropping.

“You know me so well.” She chuckled. “So I guess we’re not making it to the hair salon huh?”

“Nah not today,” I pulled my phone out and sent Shante a text briefly filling her in. “Ayanna are you hungry?”

“Yes,” she answered back.

“Alright we’ll get something for you to eat then we’ll head to where you’re staying.” I told her before I pulled off.

I stopped by a drive thru and picked her up something to eat before heading to my parent’s house.

When we pulled up I looked in the rear view mirror at Ayanna’s face and her mouth was almost at the floor. I couldn’t help but laugh, I know my dad’s house was huge.

“Whose house is this?”

“My parents come on.” We all got out of the car and I let us all in the house with my key. “NuNu take her to the living room.”

NuNu took her and I went upstairs to find Shante and my dad. I looked in all the rooms and found them in one of the guest bedrooms. My dad was on the bed watching Shante fold up clothes and walk back and forth from the closet. I know the door frame getting their attention.

“You work fast,” I told Shante looking at the bags on the bed.

“I know, I’m a pro at shopping. It’s a gift.” She laughed.

“What happened Imani who is this little girl?” My dad asked me.

“Long story short, we saw her getting beat up I took her home and her aunt was like my mother in another body. The way she talked to her, the way she didn’t even give a damn about the fact that she was beat up. She has scars on her arm so she’s taking whatever she’s going through out on herself. I wouldn’t have felt right seeing all that and just leaving her there. She’s 13, her name is Ayanna; dad she reminds me of myself so much it’s kind of scary.”

“Well I’ve talked to my lawyer already and he’s going to work on her staying here with us. She better not be any trouble, I don’t have time for that shit.” He said.

“Nasir shut up,” Shante waved him off. I know she was happy about this because Shante loves kids. Had it been up to her she and my dad would’ve had a house full but after Haze she found out having more children would be damn near impossible for her.

“I’m just saying,” He shrugged.

“I’m just glad y’all are open to letting her stay I know it’s really out the blue.”

“It is but she’s a child and just like you won’t turn your back we’re not going to either.” My dad said. “Let’s go meet her,”

We went downstairs to the living room where NuNu had Ayanna laughing extra hard. I don’t know at what but she found the shit funny.

“Ayanna,” I called her name getting both of their attention. “This is my dad Nasir, and my step mother Shante. Y’all this is Ayanna,”

“It’s nice to meet you love,” My dad said to her and Shante nodded with a smile on her face.

“Hi,” Ayanna said back in a shy tone.

“You’re going to be staying here while we figure everything out because there is no way I’m letting you go back to that witch you were just with.”

“Really? I’m going to live here, in a mansion? Are you serious?” She jumped up in excitement.

“Yes you can stay as long as you act like you can stay as long as you need to. She told me you were small I went and picked up some things for you, they should fit you perfectly. You can come with me I’ll show you to the room.” Ayanna left the room with Shante and I plopped down on the couch.

“I’m going to go back to the house when I get to the city and get all of her important paperwork so y’all won’t have a problem getting her in school.” I told my dad. “I’ll bring it to you guys tomorrow.”

“How do you know the aunt won’t be an issue?”

“Dad I told her I was child services and she almost shitted on herself. She knows she wasn’t treating that girl right, she’ll give me what I want.”

“Well as long as you’re sure I’m good. You’re staying for dinner? Shante took them damn ribs and shit out when she got that text so you know she’s about to go in.”

“We’re staying,” NuNu said before I could even answer making us laugh.

“I already knew your greedy ass was going to say that.” He told her before leaving the room.

“I told you, you didn’t need to be a surgeon to help kids.” NuNu said after we sat there in silence for a minute.

With a confused expression on my face I turned and looked at her. “What are you talking about?”

“You just turned that girl’s life around in a matter of hours.”

“That’s only because I could tell she was being neglected.”

“Exactly, if you can see that in her you can see that in other children too.”

“What are you getting at NuNu? I can’t move every abused child into my parents’ house.”

“No but you can help girls like her. You can talk to them, counsel them, make them see that being abused is not their fault and it’s not something they should keep quiet. Bitch you have a degree in psychology, us that shit.”

Chuckling I shook my head then nodded. “Kason was telling me the same thing.”

“My nigga, see I knew I liked him for a reason. He’s smart.” She laughed. “Nah for real though I think you should look into counseling young kids.”

“That’s a really good idea.”

With everything I’ve been through, helping kids in similar situations really seemed like the right thing to do. No it’s not being a surgeon but it’s still a way for me to help kids and save lives. Malcolm’s bitchassness might’ve just worked in my favor.

“Turn on the news,” Shante said when she came rushing in the living room.

“Why what’s wrong with you and where is Ayanna?”

“In the shower, Haze just called me, turn the TV on and go to channel 5.” I grabbed the remote off the coffee table then turned the TV on. When I got to channel 5 there was a breaking news report.

“After an anonymous tip award winning surgeon Aaron Bradford’s Saddle River, New Jersey home was raided by the FBI. After confiscating computers and other electronic equipment investigators found what is reported to be an enormous amount of child pornography.” The reporter on the news said and my mouth dropped.

“Oh shit, that nigga is a pervert!” NuNu shouted.

“According to investigators there are some videos of Aaron Bradford himself on tape having sexual relations with underage girls, some as young as 12 years old.”

“Wow,” I pulled my phone out of my purse and called Haze who picked up on the second ring.

“Yo,”

“How the hell did you find that out?”

“I may not have as much pull as that nigga but I know a lot of people.” He said before laughing.

“You called the police?”

“Hell no, fuck I look like talking to the pigs. I had somebody else do it, I just provided the information.”

“You really came through Haze, thank you.”

“I told you I got you, don’t even thank me. Tell NuNu to bring that ass home though, fuck is y’all doing?”

“I drove her here and Shante is about to cook so you know her fat ass aint leaving.”

“Ma cooking? Aww shit, I’m on my way.”

“Alright,” I laughed. “I’ll see you when you get here,” I ended the call then sat back against the couch. “Their whole family is about to be a joke,”

“Good, I can’t believe that shit. Nasty ass, they’re going to tear that ass up in prison just watch.” Shante said.

“I’m going to check on Ayanna,” I got up and went upstairs to the bedroom. I knocked on the door and waited. When she said come in I opened the door then walked in. “How are you doing up here?” I asked closing the door behind me.

“Good,” she smiled. “Thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome.” I sat on the chair that was in the room then looked at her. “So you can fit the clothes good.”

“Yeah she got the right size, how did she know?”

“Shante is just like that.” I shrugged.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,”

“What made you wanna help me? My teachers don’t even do anything when I go to school looking the way I did.”

“I was in your position before, I was taken care of as far as clothes and things because of my dad but my mother was a monster. She would beat me, and just talk to me like I wasn’t shit. When I heard your aunt talking to you crazy it made me think about my own past. My dad took me out of that situation when he found out, and I’m grateful for that. I would’ve felt like shit if I didn’t try to step in and help you.”

“I don’t know why she hates me,”

“She has her own issues; anybody that can treat a child the way she did you has mental problems. You can’t let her problems become yours though. How long have you been cutting yourself?”

“How did you-“

“My scars used to look like that before they healed completely.” I cut her off and said.

“I just started doing it six months ago. Now that I think about it it’s stupid but at the time it made me feel better.”

“It’s a pain you can control, I know what you mean.” I stood up and went over to her. “You’re here now and my parents are going to make sure you’re good. They’re good people so you don’t have to be afraid of them.”

“Okay,”

“What happened to your mom? How did you end up with that evil bitch anyway?”

“She died last year,”

“How? You don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to.”

“its fine, umm her boyfriend killed her while I was right there then he killed himself.”

“Are you serious? Damn, I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

She nodded then wiped her eyes that were filling up with tears. “Is that another reason you cut?” She nodded again. I pulled her in for a hug and let her cry as much as she needed to on shoulder. I don’t know what she was feeling but I know it’s not easy.

When she finally started to calm down she went and washed her face. While she was in there I thought about what I could do to help her. The abuse from her aunt I could help her deal with because I knew what that felt like but the pain she feels about her mother’s death is something different. I couldn’t really do too much for her when it comes to that but I knew who could.

Millz

“Hi pretty,” I said as I walked into my living room. Imani was sitting on the couch with a little girl I assumed to be Ayanna. About a week ago Imani called me telling me about a girl she ended up helping, after giving me all the details about that sick ass Bradford.

His perverted ass tried to fuck up my cousin’s future and got his own life fucked up; shit has a really funny way of working out. If he didn’t get Imani kicked out, she would’ve been in school at the time that girl got into the fight that NuNu spotted. Now Ayanna is in a safe and stable place and that pedophile is off the street.

“Damn you look swollen,” Imani said when I sat down.

“Shut your ass up; you’re supposed to say something nice. Rude ass,” I laughed, I knew she meant it in a joking way so I wasn’t going to bite her head off.

“That was nice but let me introduce y’all. This Ayanna, Ayanna this is my cousin Millz.”

“Hi,” she smiled showing off the prettiest set of dimples then turned her eyes to the floor. I couldn’t help but smile back at her, she’s beautiful.

“I wanted her to talk to you because you’ve went through similar things, but she can talk for herself so I’ll leave y’all alone. Are you okay with me leaving?” Imani asked her and she nodded without looking up. “Okay, I’m going upstairs to see the rugrats.” She got up and left the room going upstairs.

We sat there for a few seconds in silence before I decided to speak. “So what has Imani told you about me so far?” I asked, I needed to know where I had to start.

“She said that you saw your dad get killed when you were younger,” Ayanna answered me.

“Okay that’s true, you have any questions?”

“Ho-how did it happen?”

“Somebody was trying to rob him, and he wasn’t willing to give up his money or me so they killed him then killed my uncle too. I still have nightmares about it sometimes; it’s not an image you can escape.”

“I know what you mean,” she mumbled.

“What happened to your mother?”

She looked up at me with a sad look on her face. “Her boyfriend killed her.”

“Have you told anybody what you saw exactly?” I questioned.

“Besides the cops, no.” she shook her head then looked at the floor again.

“Well I think that’s something you should try to do. I know thinking about it is hard but holding it in feels even worse. It can start to eat away at you and that’s when problems start to form. So far what happened to you has taken away your self-esteem.”

When I said that she looked up at me confused. “Huh?”

“My dad always said anybody that can’t look you in the eye when they’re talking to you or vice versa that means they’re not sure of themselves. You keep looking at the floor like my face is down there and I’m talking to you.” Honestly her keeping her eyes on the floor as I’m talking to her was getting on my nerves.

She’s a shy girl and she’s timid as hell but I can’t stand when somebody has their eyes planted to the floor. That shows a weakness and I don’t play that shit. I feel for this girl, she’s been through a lot but I’m not about to coddle her, knowing Shante the way I do she’s probably doing that enough.

“When somebody is talking to you, you look at them. You’re not looking me in my face tells me you don’t’ give a damn about what I’m saying and I don’t play that game with kids. So keep your eyes at me; I know you’ve been through a lot but keep your held high don’t ever bow down to the bullshit you’ve been through. Do you hear me?”

“Yeah,” she nodded keeping her eyes on me.

“Okay,” I gave her a smile. “Tell me about your mother? Who was this boyfriend?”

“I don’t know she was just a mom,” she shrugged her shoulders. “A really good one, she cooked for us,”

“Us? You have siblings?”

“Amir, he w-was my brother.”

“Was?”

“He died,”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

She nodded wiping her eyes. “But yeah she was a good mom; everything was okay until she met Manolo.”

“Wait, who?” I asked. I know she didn’t just say Manolo, that’s a not a common name so what the fuck?

“Manolo,”

“Was he kind of light, tall? Big ass head?” I described Manolo the best way I could from the pictures I’ve seen of him,

“Yeah, you know him?”

“I know of him. How did your mother know him?”

“She met him in New York and he started coming around a whole lot. My brother didn’t like him, and he didn’t like my brother either. He was nice to me most times, he would buy me stuff to get on her good side and it worked. I thought he was a good guy until he started hitting on her.”

“How bad was it?”

“Um, he broke her nose because he pistol whipped her.” I grabbed some tissue from the box on the coffee table then gave it to her so she could wipe her eyes. “Thank you,”

“You’re welcome,”

“He would beat her all the time, if my brother tried to get into it they would fight and my mom would try to break it up but he would just beat her worse.”

“Wow,” I shook my head thanking God he was no longer breathing. Ole pussy ass niggas like that doesn’t deserve to live.

“We would beg her to leave him alone but he kept coming back and she would let him back in.”

“What happened the day she was murdered?”

“They were arguing and he started hitting her. My brother said he couldn’t take it anymore and went to try and fight Manolo. I begged him not too but he wouldn’t listen he did it anyway. Usually he would get the best of Amir but I don’t know what happened but Amir was beating him up. I guess he was really at his breaking point because he was winning the fight. Out of nowhere Manolo pulled his gun out,” she stopped and just stared off into space.

Getting up I moved over and sat right next to her putting my arm over her shoulders. “He sh-shot him, he shot my brother because he was winning a fight,” she shook her head chuckling. “My mother screamed and tried to fight him but he just shot her too. He put the gun back in his pants then walked past me and out the house like it was nothing,” she said before she started crying. Small sniffles turned into sobs within seconds. I put her head on my lap and rubbed her back while she cried her eyes out. I wasn’t going to tell her to stop or try to calm her down.

She watched two of what was probably the closest family to her get murdered in cold blood then got sent to live with an aunt who didn’t give a fuck about her. Something tells me she hasn’t had the proper time to grieve or even let out what she was really feeling, she needed this cry and I was going to let her have it.

Ayanna cried on my lap for almost 45 minutes before she finally began to calm down. Once she was all good she sat up and I gave her a much needed hug.

“Do you feel any better?” I asked her.

“Yes, and that sounds weird; why would crying make me feel better?”

“Sometimes people need to have a good cry. Life isn’t easy and you’ve been through a lot so far in your life. You needed to let that pain out. It’s still going to get you down sometimes but you just need to release it. Holding it in isn’t good for anybody, trust me I know.”

“How do you forget what you saw though?”

“You don’t, that’s the fucked up thing about it. You will never forget seeing the people you love being murdered. What you can do is deal with the hurt from it and try move forward; if you dwell on it will haunt you and loom over your life like a black cloud.”

She nodded her head then smiled a little bit. “Thank you for talking to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me. We’re a lot alike so I’m talking to you so don’t end up with a bitchy attitude like me,” I winked at her before laughing.

I got up off the couch then looked at her. “I’m about to go sneak a cookie, come keep lookout.” I said with her walking out right behind me.

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One Person’s Take on what the Infinity War Pitch Room Conversation was Like — K. L. Neidecker

One Person’s Take on what the Infinity War Pitch Room Conversation was Like

A week or so back, I finally broke down and watched Avengers: Infinity War.

It took me a long time to get around to it. I’m not sure, but I think, perhaps, I’ve seen the requisite number of superhero movies one must watch to be considered a happy and productive human in modern society. Check that box, one piece of being an American consumer fully in place, now on to the next strange trend…

Not that I hate comic book movies. In fact, I enjoy them. Just, hey, a few dozen a year is more than enough, thanks! And let’s not even mention that we are stuck with Marvel movies as DC seems to be having…trouble…making movies that don’t suck since the third movie of the Nolan Batman series.

So, considering the spoilers about Infinity War which assaulted my eyes for months, and the fact I knew what was going to happen…the supposed “big moment”…I simply felt no great rush to see it. Sure, I’d see it sooner or later, but it was way down on the the list of things to do—somewhere below a visit to the proctologist and spraying out the inside of the garbage cans.

But, hey, I figured it would be fine for a movie night.

And from minute one, I knew I made a terrible mistake, one which proves karma is a bitch and in a past life I must have been a terrible person. Maybe Attila the Hun’s third cousin twice removed, Bob the Hunnish.

I’d like to present to you my imaginings if what the pitching and brainstorming room must have been like as they planned Infinity War out.

Neon lights flicker and highlight nicotine stained drop ceiling panels. The energy is high, the air buzzing with electricity, though that could always just be the faulty wiring buried in walls which have been privy to so many great ideas in better days…

“Ok, so me and the boys have been talking,” Jim said, gesturing to a pile of sock puppets discarded in a dingy corner, button-eyes staring blankly into the distance, “and we got some ideas for the next Avengers movie.”

The writer’s room hushed in anticipation. A head writer for Iron Man 2, an artichoke heart pickled in brine, wetly rolled from its perch.

“Ok, so we open with a battle! Action is good, right? People love that stuff.”

A cricket farted in the distance, the mating call falling on dead ears.

“I mean, just some fighting, on a space ship. In space! Bunch of stuff happens. Sure, it will be confusing, and maybe some viewers will wonder, hey, did I miss an entire movie or something, because this scene feels like it’s part of some larger whole…

“And then we kill off some important characters! Yeah, baby, yeah! That will get people invested.”

A murmur of assent rippled through the room, taking the form of various belches and the whisper quiet rustle of a nostril mined for ore by a probing digit.

“Ok, and then the Hulk enters the picture, a being so powerful he’s been sent into space because of how dangerous he is to have around…but Thanos mops the floor with him. And guess what? That’s the last time we see the Hulk for the rest of the movie!” Jim leaned back and placed dirty boots on the table, grinning.

He continued, “So, no Hulk, because hell, who needs him anyway, and it fixes the plot hole where he would simply own Thanos early on, end of movie.

“Then, we add in every Marvel hero we have into the mix. So many, in fact, that they all only get five minute snippets on screen, and we just keep cutting between everyone fast enough to send a third of our viewers into epileptic fits. Thank goodness for CGI because we need a half-thousand sets to marionette these characters over.

“Thor, even though he’s been around multiple earthlings over a bunch of movies, will act dumb as hell and confused about words like ‘moron’”

Moron twitched in his sleep, the sound of his name nearly pulling him out of his comfortable dreamland.

“Also, some of the best characters in our universe, the space cadets from Gargantuans of the Galaxy or whatever it was we made a few years back, will run into Thor at random in the almost infinite reaches of the unfathomable soul sucking emptiness that is the ever expanding universe. Good timing!

“Let’s see…ah, right, Thanos just keeps winning non stop, and our heroes simply throw the same tactics at him over and over to no avail. You know, like punches and missiles and some Kung fu or some shit. Hey, the dude owned Hulk, so why wouldn’t Captain America try punching him in the gob?”

Tim, the newest writer, one not yet broken in by Marvel and not yet fitted out for his Marvel Brand Gimp Suit™, broke his silence when he could take no more. “Hey, uh, this all sounds great and all, but don’t you think—“

“No, I try not to, Tim. Thinking is the direct cause of migraines and bed wetting. Ok, so, we have wizards doing the circle things with their palms, some space folk bopping around almost disconnected from the rest of the story, Avengers not calling other Avengers even though fifty percent of the life of the entire universe hangs in the balance…damn, what else was I going to say,” Jim grasped a bong like an infant would a bottle and ripped on it before smashing it on his own head in victory.

“Right. The love story. Every great tale needs a love story: Romeo and Juliet, Ren and Stimpy, all the greats. So, we have a budding relationship between Vision and whatsherface. Let’s make the viewer care, get them invested.”

Tim nodded, “Right, that’s a solid idea man, sounds—“

Jim cut him off, “Of course, with fifty main characters and a two hour runtime, we won’t actually see any of this love or whatever. We’ll just hint at it a bit, you know. Gotta save screen time for purple ballsack, er, I mean Thanos, to wax laconically about how nice a bro he really is on the inside.”

“Hey, no, I don’t think—“ Tim stuttered.

“Good, my man, good. I think you’ll fit in here with that attitude. So, then let’s kill of all the fun characters. Let’s start with the people of color. First scene to last scene, let’s off some green folk, dissolve some Wakanda heroes, let’s go for broke.

“Again, no Hulk. Just Bruce in a CGI suit, so it’s kinda like the Hulk but suckier. You know, we wouldn’t want that actor to actually be in the movie or anything. Just CGI his ass at all times. Note to self, can we just completely CGI his likeness and not have to have an actor at all?

“Let’s have Dr. Strangelove or whatever his name is willingly hand over the one item his entire order was formed to protect… You know, stay true to the characters.”

The sounds of shattering glass echoed from wall to wall as two writers leapt naked through the windows, fist-bumping one another and shouting, “Brooooooooo!”

“See, Tim,” Jim said, “that’s the kind of energy we need here. Get your shit together. Ok, and lastly, let’s dissolve all the interesting characters we have left. Black Panther for one! Oh, and did I bring up the White Wolf? No? Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have an arc in the movie anyway. Hell, no one needs a character arc here. It’s only half a story, after all, and doesn’t need to stand alone or anything.”

Joseph the Randy Donkey brayed a lonely song at the water cooler before defecating a sad pile on the floor.

“Damn, I love that donkey,” Jim said while cleaning his left ear with his right big toe. “So, you see where I’m going here, right? For year people have complained we are formulaic, but look at us being all badass and breaking the mold! We will take a decade worth of characters and squash them together, making half a movie that means nothing on it’s own, simply designed to set up our next million dollar movie in a year, needlessly kill off dozens of the best characters in a way that means nothing and will be reversed within the first quarter of the next movie, dabble in romance sorta, and wipe out half the life in the universe to save everyone from running out of food and stuff!”

The room erupted in cheers and whoops. Three men dueled to the death in celebration, Moron awoke from his long slumber in time to vote in the midterms and drive without using his blinkers, seven Hollywood executives took time away from sexually harassing the donkey the stamp and squeal in delight, a motley mob of slatterns boxed with a dusty group of heroin addicts in a mock Walmart, and the seventh seal was opened in the distance.

But a hush fell on the room like a smothering pillow as Tim cleared his throat.

“Hey, um, if Thanos can control time and matter with a mere thought, wielding enough power to kill fifty percent of all living things at the blink of an eye…why doesn’t he simply will infinite resources into being instead of killing untold trillions due to limited resources?”

The silence in the room laid so thick in the air that a large housefly, fat and well fed on over-ripe Hollywood movie drech, collapsed like a crumpled piece of tinfoil from the mere pressure in the room.

Lucky for the brave writers of Infinity War, there was a handy and already broken window to defenestrate Tim from before calling the seventy-five actors and warming up the computers for modern CGI magic.

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