Thank Thy ALL MIGHTY GOD for all thy Love to conquer hate!
May thy Loving Grace always atone my fate to a time and place of Solace!
Thank You, I Love You All!
THE AIR, THE FAIR, RIC THE MOST DRY
KING AUTHOR RICARDO SAMUDA SINCLAIR
ISBN: 9781626754232
Solace
Chapter 1
It was three period, and all the students was attentive in Mr. Harper sexual education segment of the physical Education Health class. Solace was in a deep contemplation of her life in general and the bewildering situation she was encountering. She was oblivious to her surroundings and what’s happening around her.
“Solace! Solace! Solace, are you still here,” Mr. harper said waving his open hands in sequence across his physical center, like what one does when they attempt to attract a person from a unconscious state back to reality. Her classmates erupt into laughter as Solace was startle out of her dream like state. The class of six graders giggles and Mr. Harper slowly and sarcastically repeats his question.
“Solace do you know what the male sexual organ is called,” he asked and look upon his reserve, shy student with concern. Solace blush with embarrassment as she shook her head, no, and then lower her head, while her classmates looked on in fascination.
“Well, Ms. Martinez it says right here on your test answers which you scored a 100%, that the male sex organ is compose of the penis and testicles. She shrugs here shoulders with a nervous gentle smirk.
“Is something wrong, Ms. Martinez,” Mr. Harper asks with obvious concern on his face. Solace thought about answering his question honestly and reveals the mental dilemma that has been captivating her but she was too shy, and too discombobulated to even begin to explain her sorrows.
“No, Mr. Harper,” she replied. The bell rang and like the other students Solace gathered her books and hastily made way for the exit. Mr. Harper could sense the dramatic changes in his student behavior and wanted to have a word with her after class, however he acknowledge her embarrassment and didn’t wanted to make her feel uncomfortable. He observes her with troubled eyes as the ten year old leave his classroom. Solace was incredibly mature for her age; her body was developing enough to be mistaking for a college co-ed. Her rapidly development made her a popular prize amongst young adolescent males and envied by her female peers. More or less, she was distress by her mature femininity that separate and differentiate her apart from the rest. She began experiencing her menstrual cycle shortly before her 9th birthday and the responsibility of being a young woman so rapidly dawns on her periodically, mostly because of her mocking, annoying peers that think having a period is nasty.
She went to her locker got her English book for her 4th period class and her sweat pants to put over her gym shorts that seems minuscule because of her sumptuous gluteus Maximus.
Solace then walk up the corridor directly into the cafeteria and join the lunch line. She stood silent, listening to the other children meaningless conversations. She admire the older more mature looking boys, however they were too immature to give her the satisfaction she already crave. She reaches the lunch self-serve buffet and places a bake potato on her tray along with a fresh garden salad and on small bottle of apple juice. She got her a fruit salad also before approaching the cashier. The lady at the register gave her a spectacular smile,
“Let me get you student ID,” the cafeteria lady said.
“Now look here dear,” she said and waits for a sheepish Solace to politely give her eye contact.
“Darling you too beautiful of a young lady, to be so shy, you got to learn to speak up now. The clerk said cheerfully and allows Solace to proceed. Solace sat at her usual retreat, camouflaging herself by the huge cylinder column. As a daily ritual she was accompany by her friend Ebony. Ebony considered Solace to be her best friend. Ebony was more or less an outlandishly provocative young lady that envy Solace exceptional curves and wish her sleek body could become more sensuous so she could flaunt her sexuality. However for right now Ebony was manipulating her desires. Since, Solace was so admired and lust by the majority of the younger boys. Ebony just mostly acts as Solace Mediator and eventually ends up with Solace admirers.
“What’s up girl,” Ebony said.
She laid her lunch tray on the cafeteria table.
“Hey,” Solace said reluctantly.
“You’ll never guess who I ran into today,” Ebony pauses and looks over across the table at Solace, to notice she was paying more attention to her salad then Ebony. However Ebony continues.
“Czar’s so fine, he’s back off suspension and by the looks of things he was in another fight recently. He’s such a thug and he’s cute too. He could hook up with me anytime. Anyway, girl what’s up with you? You have been more quite then usual lately. Ebony pauses to insert her taco she was preparing with extra cheese and spicy taco sauce into her mouth. Solace looked up from her eating to observe Ebony. I wonder if I could trust her enough to keep her mouth shut, she taught.
“Girl let me tell you what Susan told me, she told me to keep it a secret but I know you ain’t going to tell nobody.” Ebony said.
“She told me that she tried preforming oral sex on her boyfriend lame old Simon. She said she almost vomit into his lap. Girl, she told me she like it. It was a lot like kiss but more fun. You know what too? The stupid jerk came back to school and told all his friends. Now all the boys in the 8th grade are trying to date her. Can you believe that girl?” Ebony said with astonishment on her face.
She admire Solace 36 C cup breasts, she held her taco with one hand and spoke with her free hand. Solace was pondering deep in taught, and then she came up with the conclusion. No, I can’t trust her or, anybody with my issues that will just worsen the problem...
“Girl, do you even hear me talking to you?” Ebony snapped.
“Yes, I heard you Ebony,” said Solace reluctantly.
“So what you think,” said Ebony with intrigue in Solace opinion.
“I’ll be alright,” Solace said, as she got up with her tray and head towards the lunch tray return window. She left Ebony dumfounded as she walk away.
“I’ll be alright,” Ebony muttered to herself.
After solace return her tray she went to the bathroom. She entered the bathroom and went over to the bathroom sink and washes her hands, then washes her face with cold water. She looked into the bathroom mirror and with nobody else to ear to her sorrows, she stare at her smooth radiant caramel skin and gentle blurted out, “why.”
Her emotional distress became too overwhelmingly and controllable for her to restrain. She overflowed with an eruption of anguish. Her tears began streaming down her face. She hurried and ran to the private toilet area, closes the door, then drops her books on the floor and sat on the toilet, and places her face in her hands while crying.
She contemplated, wondering why was this happen too her, and why she’s so alone and helpless in her suffering. Why God would be making this happen to her. She sobbed and sighs deeply continuously while weeping. She still was filled with the feeling of degradation and sorrowful self-pity. However she regain her composure when she heard other young ladies entering the bathroom, wishing to keep her situation personal, she grabbed some tissue and wipe her face. She went to the mirror and made sure she looked intact before she departs from the bathroom, avoiding the other socializing females. She was the first student in her 4th period English class. She sat at the back of the classroom and open her text book hoping that some reading may occupied her mind, however her mind continual swayed to the trauma that now disturb her concentration. Mrs. Lambford observes her quite reserve student with a smile and wish more children was just like her. Shortly, after her student began filling the classroom. Young adolescent ladies would walk in conversing with their peers and the boys would try their best to grope them.
Being sexually victimizing and groping young girls was a game the young urban adolescent males played. The young lady intended to exploded into a rambunctious outburst, however because the young lady like the young man she let him get away with his naive behavior, allowing him to disrespectfully sexually assault her, or gleefully oblige to his sexual antics. Solace however innocence was warped into a complex reality.
Once class was in session the students got in proper order. The majority of pupils were more interested in their peer’s social agenda then their intellectual elevation. They style and fashion themselves for charismatic status, revered by their peers for their material possessions, showing off the newest or most expensive sneaker or clothing. The most popular amounts the students were either respected because of their prestigious dress attire or for their outstanding fighting ability. Those that are mentally focused, attentive, and passionate about their education were considered nerds, squares, or lames. However the irony is the students that believe they were cool being naive usually becomes the losers in the game of life, while those who was ambitious towards their education and persevere to the highest extent of their mental capacity are the ones to become doctors, lawyers, Engineer, Business executives and basically the nucleus of the monarchs of modern society, that exploits the ignorant.
Solace was blue the entire day and became more distress when she heard the finally bell of the school day rang. Solace lived close to the school and usually walked home every day. Solace had a routine where she would complete most of her home work in class so she didn’t have to worry about it later. However she needed something to occupy her mind beside her present dilemma and school work. She decides to leave her knapsack and books in her locker. She walked down the hallway and outside the building. She walked pass the clustered group of girls as they chattered amongst each other, stroll in a gaze pass the trio of eight grade adolescence delinquent boys indulging in the lust of intoxicating allures. She observe as one inhale the cigarette too deeply and cough a hollow dramatic cough, then tried to hold his composure as his peers laughed at him. He became embarrass and felt ashamed, he regain his dignity with demonstrating smoother confident puffs, exhaling nonchalantly to prove he wasn’t a first time smoker. The young males recognize Solace moping past. They commented on her robust figure conspicuously throw her school athletic sweat suit. Czar never seems to take his eyes off Solace as she passed by. He notice Solace made eye contact, a quick gaze into his slanted eyes.
“Yeah,” he said taking another pull off his cigarette.
“She fine,” he said as he toss his cigarette butt on the pavement and step on it. He then turns back to his comrades with a grimacing look on his face. Solace continued on her journey intrigue in contemplation about her life circumstances. She deeply inhales the deep fall air, and felt the chilly fall breeze against her smooth skin. She watches as the leaves blow in small swirls looking like miniature tornados. The tranquility of her surroundings made her feel even more desolate Since, Solace biological mother died from a car accident, when she was two years old. Her mother was hit by a drunk driver who was approaching a stop sign and was too impair to press his breaks. Pearl Martinez was crossing the streets when she got struck by the massive metal grill of his ford f-250 on tremendous impact, dragging her a quarter mile until the runaway truck was stopped by a collision, smashing pearl already brutalize body. The driver was convicted of vehicular homicide and serve five years in prison, leaving a Motherless Solace to be parent by her 86 year old grandmother, who tried her best to instill good mannerisms and ambitious aspirations into her young granddaughter before she died from nature causes at 91 years old. Solace was then put into a foster home, where she was quickly adopted, partly because she was exceptional beautiful and secondly she was a sweet mannerly, intelligent young lady. Her foster parents where a decent middle class married couple that couldn’t have children of their own so they decided to spread the abundance of love they had towards another young deprive human being. After meeting Solace her foster parents loved her and quickly went through the process of adopting her. Sometimes Solace wish she known her father, however her mother didn’t quite know her father. She continue walking to the rear of the school to the football and track field, she walked down the steps and around the track field to the opposite side that lead her to a short cut, that lead to her subdivision. Where she walked through her tranquil suburban street to the end of the cola sack and enters a four bedroom brick home residence.
Chapter 2
Keith Royal finishes another long day at the Arrow lumber yard where he works as a forklift operator. He hated his job mainly because he was supervisor by Caucasian racist bigots. Whom over work their ebony workers, and show favoritism to workers of Caucasian pigmentation. The company even has an aristocratic higher division that controls everything from their warm cozy office where they congregate and invent new rules everyday it seems to aggravate the drivers and laborers that were majority ebony and Hispanic. The field workers was not permitted to enter into the office area at all unless there clocking in or clocking out, they had to stay outside constantly and deal with the most harsh conditions of the weather, from the scotching summer to the bitter cold winter. However the all Ivory congregation observe them tauntingly inside the comfort of the office form transparent glass windows. Keith despise them for their manipulative racism, he felt they maliciously and intentionally try their best to afflict misery on the color races. However, he’s in a World imperialized by Caucasian supremacists and he has to succumb to their ignominious tactics to survive.
As usually on Thursday payday Mr. Tyre handed the field workers their checks personally, he handed out their paychecks in a manner to impose his superiority. When every he hands Keith his check, he would hold on to the envelop tightly and wait for Keith to say thank you, showing his gratitude or establishing some sort of homage before he let his check go. Keith was disgusted by his presence. He looked Mr. Tyre into his wolfish green eyes, with a serious expression upon his face and snatch his hard earn check away from Mr. Tyre. The old wrinkle face man was extremely irked by what he taught was a blatant show of disrespect by an ingrate inferior species. Keith was already agitated by his craven for a refreshing alcohol beverage to sooth his daily woes. As usually Keith walked in solitude toward his navy blue Chevy Silverado, he got in close his door with disgust. Mr. Tyre stood motionless appalled, his malice looking leer followed Keith all the way to his vehicle. Once inside his vehicle Keith observe his supervisor with subconscious animosity, he never like nobody imposing their superiority over him since he left home at 16 years old to get away from his abusive over bearing father. He reverses and continues to venture about his daily routine. Keith arrives at Behr’s pub and accompanies two other cars in the parking lot. It was one bar that he felt comfortable at. There wasn’t a lot of superficial social commotion, just hard working people that would like to enjoy a beer before they went home. He went in and took his usual seat at the bar. Sharlen the tall gorgeous bar tender approach him and gave him a hospitable smile.
“Hey, Keith you having you usual,” she said seductively, with her luscious full lips, that was painted in a bright cherry red lipstick.
Keith nodded in agreement. He observes the young attractive lady as she prepared his serving. He likes Sharlen but she was too flirtatious for him, and Keith insinuates that she is nothing but a hypocritical tease. She gave him a double shot of Jamaican white rum for starters; secondly she fixed him a mug of corona into a cold frosty mug. Sharlen was infatuated with Keith; he was a handsome light almond brown complexion man, the thing that attracted her most to him was his genuine and reserved demeanor. He wasn’t like the majority of the males that came into the pub, which told her what she need to hear, to accomplish their goal of trying to have sexual intercourse with her. He was a grump and was a little rough around the edges but like everyone else she believed he was in need of love to enlighten him, she taught. He did not touch his glass of liquor until he got his frozen mug filled with beer. He instantly guzzles half his mug of beer, and then consumes the entire shot of rum.
Sharlen observe him discreetly wondering if he was ever in the mood for a conversation, he appear to her like a man of deep contemplation and she want to console him in some type of fashion, however she knew he wasn’t much of a conversationalist. She had an allure to want to be close to him that was unexplainable, he intrigues her for some reason but she didn’t figure quite how to approach him personally. She guess that’s what she like about him he was the only man that came into the pub that intimidates her. Her attraction to him was too indecisive to figure out. So she figures she’ll use the safe approach and give him his space while using her feminine seductive antics to woe him. She strut across the bar flaunting her hips as much as possible, she had a seat on a stool on the inside of the bar and leered at him out the corner of her eyes, She recognizes that he was also admiring her, he just never says anything. Oh well, she taught que sara, sara; whatever will be will be. She reaches over and retrieves her glass of water and places her lips on the glass slowly and took a sip, then used her moist tongue to lick around her lips in a slow erotic demeanor. The headline news came on over head to the opposite corner of where Sharlen was sitting and Keith attention was quickly diverted to the flat screen monitor.
Keith use to be married to a beautiful lady that was his first love since grade school. She had a stoke will giving birth to their first child. She fell into a deep coma and unfortunately never recovered. The burden of losing his wife devastated the young twenty two year old man. He never had the time, finances, or will power to presume psychological counseling. So he just harbored his emotional distress throughout the years and his pain and desolation have fester inside of him into a hateful disease. The hurt that he once endures made him fear to love and was repugnant towards emotional attachment.
By the time the hour segment of the news where finish he had already drunk three mugs of beer and two double shots of liquor. His alcohol consumption gave him a false sense of relaxation from his troubles, and placed him at temporary leisure. He left a twenty dollar bill on the counter and made his way for the exit. He exit the pub into the chill of the atmosphere, he sigh out an exhale of fog and headed to his truck. He had to turn on his windshield wipers to clear the mist from his windshield, from the moisture in the atmosphere on the murky fall night. He turns his heat on before he played his compact disc of the classic melodies of Tupac Shakur, “Machiavelli,”
Keith made sure to be attentive on his drive back home so he would not catch his 3rd DUI, which would land him into prison. He arrived at his complex and park in the parking lot besides his building. Once Keith reaches his door and heard the music projecting from his apartment. He became furious at the disturbance. He opened his front door and storm into his apartment with heavy furious strides, he reaches his son room and started banging on the locked room door, and the music was turn down before the door was open. He looked at his slightly taller thin adolescent son and became extremely aggravated. He erupt in an over bearing anger and started slapping and kicking his son with a flurry of ferocious strikes. His son was harden and toughen from his continuous beatings and took the first few blows resiliently, however the intense physical assault soon send Czar staggering back on his bed. Reluctantly he began to cry. He blocked his face from his attacking father, who seems possess and demonic in a malicious trance.
“I’m tired of you destroying my life, Keith blurt out during his frenzy. His outburst made Keith fatigue, which allowed him to come back into realization of his brutal assault of his son. He looked onto his shielding guard and onto his vile serious, sobbing facial expression and had a flashback of how bewildered and devastated he was when his father use to abuse him. Now he figured he needed the harsh beatings to become a correct obedient man. He paused.
“Clean up your dam room and make sure the house is sparkling clean by time I get up for work in the morning. He left and slams the door behind him. Czar was still curled up into a defensive position sobbing in anger and despair. He was confused why he had to be always assault by his own father for everything and sometimes what he taught was nothing, he just couldn’t understand. His confusion grew into anger and his anger increase his rebellion, then he sprang up off his bed furious with no one to retaliate on he grabbed his box of cigarettes and subconsciously decide to take his anger out on himself. He looked at the beautiful portrait of his mother with and rose in her hair above her ear, then wished he was the one dead instead of her. While crying he concentrated on his lovely mother in the oak wood frame that hang on the wall directly across the wall from his bed looking down on him like a guardian angel. He became solemn, stops weeping and began to clean up his room which was fairly decent except for the few article of clothing laying around, being without a mother care over the years allow Czar to grow into a resourceful, self-efficient young men. He had a couple overbearing stepmothers in his past, which was nothing more than his father long term flings until his internal turmoil, and his emotional detach aura create frictional conflict and diminish his relationships with them. Being that women always feel they have to compete for all the admiration and love, they would manipulate his father against him, while imposing their dictatorship like demands upon him. His father being ignorant felt he needed to be loved and would child neglect Czar just to aspire infatuation. However now he is less reluctant to place himself at the advantage of anyone. Even though his father constant abuse stirred up a great distress inside of him he still had more admiration for him than anyone else. After his room was fairly clean, he put on his Kobe Bryant sneakers and his jacket and step out his room. He could see that as usual his father room door was close and he could hear the football game playing on his father surround sound television. He sneaks all the way to the front door, he still was shaken by his battery he just endures, however he was more or less use to beatings. He locks his door discreetly behind him. He lit his cigarette and made his way to his comrade Cain apartment.
Keith undressed until he only had on his boxers. He slouches in his unmade bed and turns on the T.V. to the football game he laid back and views his favorite team ever since childhood the New York Giants. He recalls memories of him and his father seating down to watch the football games drinking beer together. When his father wasn’t an outlandish raven madman, he use to sit around and pass down ancestry stories, past down orally from generation to generation. His father was a great African American historian that always embeds his memorable statement into his son head.
“Son who don’t know their pass and correct it will be doomed to repeat it,” he used to say.
Furthermore anytime he felt guilty a couple days later about a savagely unjust beating he display on Keith or his little brother, he always tried to justified his outburst with the atrocious atrocity inflicted on his ancestors on the pass following generation.
“Son y’all boys have no idea what pain and suffering is. Do you know the white supremacy use to convince the leaders of African tribes to capture the monarchs of warring opposing tribes and sell them into slavery? Monarchs of these African tribes didn’t see anything wrong with the philosophy of indenture servants, because slavery exists in Africa for over four hundred thousand years. So the warring tribes see nothing wrong with selling or trading their captured enemies, sometime tribes would sell other kidnap prominent members of their tribe because of jealousy. However when slavery became most beneficial to the Anglo Saxon united nations they became more heinous and manipulative in methods of kidnapping Africans for their malicious method of heinous brutal slavery. Africans had no idea that their kindred that they sold would be abused malignantly because Anglo Saxon ideology would consider themselves superior to other races. For thousands of years the original people had endure some sort of war and pestilent from the Anglo Saxons, after they was manifested into existence centuries after us. Their governments organized horrendous heinous racist slavery, malicious enough to leave a future generation of ebony people scared for generations to come. Anglo Saxon abusive heinous bias slavery imperialize and treat all ebony subjects inhumane and savagely degraded them until they eventually psychologically degrade themselves as less than first class citizens. Well son event to consider ourselves as a citizen is a privilege; we came from generations of severe beatings, strip of all our rights and cloth before we were shackled, then place in cages like animals. They didn’t justify their hellacious treatment of our children. They would Hunt us down in the fields of Africa like they now do in their concrete jungle. Once they created hatred and tension to keep us warring and separated because it’s easier to capture and manipulate us once were desolate and fragmented. Since the beginning they have create numerous syndicate to marginalizing, plaque and abuse us, from Alexander the Great and his Greek army, to the Roman army, to the Crusaders, the united nations, the FBI, CIA, the entire dam monarch of the United states government is just divisions with the same philosophy as the Ku Klux Klan. The Anglo Saxons hated the original being for existing centuries before them and was truly attributed with the invention of the ivory race but they suffer mental inferiority and where first sentence to be indenture servants for being heinous, until we educated them on civilization, but if you let them tell it the original man wouldn’t even exist. They deceptively and heinously imperialize us and our culture and achievements then discredited us, stealing our history, using their depictions to confuse us. They fear the truth and the truth is the power in the original man enlightened existence. They machinate then control our extinction while plaguing us with brutal physical, mental, and financial aggravation. It started from imposing their malicious brutality and malignant behavior on us. They would load us up unto cold wooden and metal ships with metal chains around our children’s necks and iron cuffs on their hands and feet. They would broad them condense on their ships. We were bewildered, scared and terrified, we had to cluster together to shelter ourselves from the annoying aggravating bitter cold ocean climate and elements. A lot of the captives died in agonizing suffering, from either sickness or starvation. Our sinister oppressors use to just throw the dead ebony bodies over board and laugh like it was meaningless rubbish. The demonic Caucasian legions would eat their roasted fish and bread lavishly, dress in immense garments for warmth. They use to throw their unwanted scraps of food to their dogs, which they used to inflicted viscous attack on the captives leaving savage infectious bit wounds on their victims. They restrain discombobulated masses of ebony kidnap victims were force to watch such evil antics, while they starve. Shivering from the brutal cold, getting taunted, violently wipe with continuous assaults, young boys and girls would all get raped in all type of heinous ways while others was force to witness this gruesome traumatic display. There was nothing but confusion, we sob and pray amongst the victims. They were beat half to death if they were caught speaking their native tongue, much of them didn’t even understand each other, or could not tolerate the other because they were from conflicting tribes. No one knows that this machination was orchestrated by them so we could never reach back our pass ancient legacy of supreme divinity. Once the severely humiliated subjects were reach to Segal Africa. The onslaught continues, they were beaten and dragged on display to be option off inside their churches to the highest bidders. They would be enslave and be the ignominious foundation of Britain, France, most of Europe and the new colonies of united states. The new slave owners violently impose over other unsuspecting human races, that in a time pass rescue their entire race from an animalistic mind state. Most countries ended slavery because of fear and political reasons. The ivory man can be the most manipulating ingenious species when it came to the survival of his existence. However our ancestors in the Americas went throw the most devastate atrocious affliction of the malignant conspiracy targeted at the Alfa and Omega race. For centuries we suffered brutality force to working in cotton field’s bare foot and with no cloths and feed like animals. We were humiliated in all type of ways to except their savagely imposed mind state in their bias society; we suffer humiliation on a continuous basic. Image how it feels to watch your daughters and sons being raped by an inhumane sadistic human being. That implies and impose that he’s lord over you and master. The degradation imposed separation, having the ebony man devoted to a repulsive poverty restricted living standards, while his oppressor lived in a lavishly secure lifestyle. Can you imagine being captive to an obscure, heinous sadistic people imposing their will on you, afflicting pain, despair and heinous tasks on us our entire life’s?”
His father used to orator looking over them with immense passion in his eyes. Keith use to want to put his father in the same abusive category as the savage Caucasians but couldn’t because for years ebony people have endure so many centuries of abuse and heinous plots of propagandize exploitation, brutalization, false education, confusion, marginalization, and pestilential infections from oppressors, whom seek to pillage, exploit, and eliminate the ebony race, to the point his father was like most of the generation of suffering ebony people so confused and abuse they don’t know themselves or the difference between love or hate, freedom or constant entrapment, in their society global bias prisons, to the point now ebony people are psychological scared, malfunctioning into self-destruction that enable them to want to abuse themselves and others around them. However, he was not the same sadistic minded person like the slave masters who frequently raped man, women and children because he had absolute power over them, they was heinously abuse into doing whatever ignominious slavery the sadist oppressors command.
Sometime Keith wanted to interrupt and asked questions like; how could Caucasians treat us so heinously after we built this country and was treated so wrong, and why Caucasians still act like we’re the problem when they created all the problems, and why they always acting like they so innocent, why they always acting like we owe them something when we gave them everything they got....
However Keith would keep his taught to himself not wanted to interrupt his father’s pleasant mood.
“Son if you don’t know your history you will be doomed to repeat it. We as a people went from gods to slaves and will surely elevate back to supreme grace back again. It’s plain to see why they keep us separated because it’s obvious any feat that we embark on we excel surpass any other race. Don’t you ever think we were emancipated on free will? We were freed by the will of thy All Mighty God.
“Son always make sure you know your history because the Caucasians will do anything in their power to keep you enslave,” his father would say during his lectures, usually during the half time segment of the football game, then once the game was back in session he grabbed his beer and return to a New York Giants fanatic.
Keith never quite understood his father however he now figure whatever his father intended by his severe way of disciplining him had to be for his best interest. Keith set the automatic turn off timer on his TV. He was exhausted and wanted to get enough rest for another work day. Before he realizes it he drifts away into his unconscious realm of tranquility.
Chapter 3
Czar was furious for one thing he was tired of his guardian beating on him. I wonder if I’m going to have to kill my own father, I wonder if I should poison him; but then the police are going to find out, he taught. He took a long drag of his cigarette and exhale in frustration. Czar walked contemplating revengeful thoughts to one day get even with his father, however it’s mostly never the abuser that suffer the consequence of the monster. The cigarette smoke eventually calm Czar down out of his state of rage, to just anger. The mist and the eerie night atmosphere intensified the gloom of the night and the gruesome appearance of the drug attics that lurked around anticipating their next high. A slim repulsive looking attic approach Czar, “hey cutie, let me get a cigarette, “she said squirming and moving with uncontrollable impulse. Czar knew better then to fall for her attics. He shook his head in a grimacing frown and continue pass her.
“Hey, hey,” she said with a demanding whisper.
Czar turned around irritable, “what,” he snapped.
“Give me $5 I’ll suck the hell out your RIC ,” she said in desperation.
Czar was disgusted by her appearance and was irritated by her remark. He turn around flick his cigarette and took out and lit another fruit favor newport, he inhale the smoke then exhale the toxic with a relief, before he relinquish his taught of snapping on her. He continued in his intended direction.
“Give me $5. Dam man, I’ll do it for a $1,” she said in a louder frustrated tone.
He could hear her voice dawdling away the more he advance. He took a deep breath when he couldn’t hear her annoying voice any longer. He reaches his comrade building in Gun hill projects. He press Cain’s intercom button.
“Yo,” Cain answered.
“It’s Czar,” he said.
The door electronically unlocked and Czar Push the metal door opened and walks through the entrance, he got on the elevator, that reek of urine and got off on the 5th floor. He walked over to Cain apartment and Knocked. Cain came to the door; he already got the entrance under the scoop of his surveillance camera. He opened the door wearing his all blue attire; a blue army pants, tank top, socks, and sneakers. The two greet each other with their signature gang member hand shake.
“What’s up Cuz,” Cain said as he stepped out the way and allow Czar to come into his apartment. Czar admired the 9mm semiautomatic hand gun Cain had conspicuously embedded on his waistline. Cain kept his leer on Czar as the six feet two 13 year old strolled pass him. Cain locked his three master lock on the door, then secure a metal bolt across the door for reinforcements. Czar went and has a seat on the two cushion leather sofa. Cain was watching, “the usual suspects.” His two bedroom apartment was well equipped to suit Cain comfort, who did extremely well for a self-employ 19 years old. Cain came back to the living room took up his marijuana filled cigar out the astray off the floor took his gun out of his waist and place it on his recliner armrest, right next to him in arms reach. He took his lighter out his pocket and lit his blunt recline and elevate his feet with his recliner. He took his remote controller out his recliner built in cup holder and resume watching his movie from pause mode. Once the redolent essence of the marijuana was lingering in the atmosphere it overwhelm Czar lust for his cigarette and transfer his craven to the tantalizing allure of the marijuana smoke and it’s euphoria. Czar seize the opportunity that he has been waiting for when Cain still paying attention to the movie, extended his arm sideways and pass on his blunt to Czar sitting adjacent from him. Czar got up and retrieves the blunt and step slightly in front of Cain to place his cigarette into his ashtray and took up the ashtray and return to his seat. Czar took his first few puffs and relaxes into a slouching position. Once he became sedated under the influence he became forgetful of his sorrows; that is the main reason Czar favor marijuana because it’s ability to transform him back to a tranquil state. However when he constantly smoke his judgment becomes blurry and he tends to make irrational decisions. Tonight he needed the relax comfort that the hemp plant produces. There was a knock at the door and Cain pause his movie again and view his cheap but efficient surveillance monitors, one had a visual of the hallway and the other an exact visual of the front doorway. At first, Czar use to be timid being over at Cain location with all the traffic coming in an out but now he doesn’t care. A matter of fact the various people coming in and out and the exchange of transactions make Cain location more of an exciting allure.
“I told this fool to call before he comes knocking at my door,” Cain said looking at his monitor leaning forward intensely.
He grabs his gun and walked with it extended downward in his hand, then unlocks and unbars his door in aggravation. He opens his door.
“What,” he snapped at a frail hump back posture, teenage, blonde hair male, wear dingy attire and dirty baseball cap lowered over his eyes.
“Come in,” Cain said agitatedly.
The timid guy quickly walked inside the apartment. Cain kept a grimace on his face.
“S-ss-sorry for disturbing you like this I just need a hit man and if I call I know you’ll be mad at me man,” he plead.
“What don’t tell me you don’t have my money?” Cain snapped, intimidatingly towering over him.
“No,” he said, falling into a deeper slump of depression.
Cain cocked his weapon, sending a bullet sprung out the chamber. He places the muzzle of the gun barrel onto the man head and presses it against his temple of the man head.
“You think you going to disrespect me and live,” said a furious Cain.
Czar watched in astonishment. Cain graphic irrational behavior was appalling. The terrified man hoists his wide open hands above his head in submission.
“PP-Please C-Cain you know I’ll never disrespect you man. I got something you may like. The trembling man places his hand into his hooded sweat shirt pocket and slowly withdrew a draw string pouch. He opens his other hand and emptied out some brilliant dazzling jewelry into his palm. Cain looked on seriously vindictive as his subject attempt detrimentally to appease him. Czar was hypnotized by the fascinating spectacular brilliance of the jewelry. Cain slowly took pressure off the cold steel gun from his victims head, he lowered his weapon.
“SSS-see, see, no disrespect man I just want you to see this man,” he said.
Cain snatches it out of his hands.
“Where you got this,” Cain demands of the startled man.
“One of my buddies work at the pawn shop, I swipe it when he wasn’t looking.” The man replied.
“How I know this bullshit is real,” Cain snapped.
“Man, come on man, you know I won’t play with you,” he replied.
“Cain I’ve been up for 11 nights straight, I just can’t stand the crash of coming down on my high now,” he said.
“I should give you nothing, for coming here with this bullshit,” Cain said looking at his client with a mean leer.
The distressful man looked like he was about to break down and cry from Cain remark.
“Please Cain don’t do this to me man. I’m hurting man,” he said in a bewildering plea.
“How I know this shit ain’t fake, how I know this bullshits real,” Cain snapped.
The man gave a faint smile sensing interest in negotiation.
“See, I know you would say that,” he said retrieving a pen like device from his pocket.
“I stole my friend jewelry tester too. You see this thing you turn it on and place the tip on the element and it will light up green if the metal or stone is real and red if the elements is fake. You could switch it to test metal or stone, see,” he said then pass the device to Cain.
Cain snatches the device and walk into the kitchen. The man looked over at Czar ashamed. Czar now also became dramatically mean and serious in his demeanor overseeing Cain client. He even felt the urge to slap the man in his head because of Cain influence. Cain came back from the kitchen and tosses the man three gram of ice.
“If this crap don’t change on me I’ll give you so more, you understand me?”
Cain spoke with his head held high in the manner of excellences, not bothering to face or even acknowledge his subject. The man was first content with his transaction then became obviously bitter and vile when he began to walk out, he hated he had to endure the agonizing degradation just to help destroy himself with chemical dependency, he departed anyway feeling ingrate dissatisfaction. Cain locked and bolted his door behind him and returns to have a sit and watch his movie. Cain sat and began to adorn himself in the platinum and diamond jewelry, he placed the opera necklace and diamond cross charm, then the platinum Cuban link bracelet, the diamond watch, with had a big round face clock engrave with diamond bezel, and an extravagant diamond ring that cover his entire middle finger. He admire the brilliant sparkle of his newly earn jewelry. Cain leaned back and reclined back into his seat and prop back up his legs, then resume the movie.
“Cuz you going to pass back my blunt or what Cuz?” Cain said with a bad attitude.
Czar humble catered to his insinuation, brought him the blunt and ashtray back to him. Cain took his gun off his lap and places it back on the arm rest. Czar went back and had a seat on the coach. He was high and the movie was more interesting to him as he induced focus. He slouch back into the couch feeling more comfortable, he didn’t know what he yet wanted to become but he admire Cain for being young and living how he wanted to live. He didn’t have to abuse little kids and complaint about his crappy job all day. Czar fold his arms across his slim chest, yeah, he taught; I can’t be oppress by my dad too much longer, I got to hurry up and get my freedom by any means necessary. Czar fell asleep on Cain sofa and had a hard time sleeping being awaken periodically by Cain late night transactions. He was awakened at 6:15am. He seen the time displayed on the DVD player and jump up.
“Hey Cuz I can’t miss another day of school are I’m going to be expelled,” Czar said to Cain.
“Stay cool,” said Cain.
He was relaxing in his recliner, reclined all the way out in an extended position. Cain was reluctant that Czar was about to leave, he like having his willing disciple spirit around.