Have you ever tasted another person's blood? The cold, darkened substance oozing against your face. The sound of the splatter, the cries of the victim. My whole life was shifted that day, every good deed I had ever done was erased from my slate, and that one incident turned the world against me. Maybe if I would've been more discreet...but I was young then, it wouldn't have mattered. The law still would have caught up with me.
"I hate you Charles!" My mother exclaimed as soon as I stepped through the front door. She looked at me for a half a second, to make sure I wasn’t an intruder, and then she turned back to my father. "I hate everything about you. I swear I do." She continued to holler. My father wasn’t necessarily a scrooge, but he wasn’t the world’s biggest pushover either. He just stared at her, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. His cigarette sat between his fat, pink lips. His mustache barely hanging over his top lip. He had a funny face, eye close together, skinny nose, bushiest eyebrows I had ever seen. It was almost impossible to tell when he was upset because he only had one expression. "Nicole, Idon’t give a damn about you hating me. You didn’t hate me when we made Corey!" He said as he took a drag from his cigarette. My mother scoffed and tapped her foot against the ground. "I hated you then too, and I hated you while I pushed his tubby ass out!" She said as she looked over at me. "Go to your room." She said sternly as she turned back to my father. He was laughing now. Laughing at me.
"Nicole, who else were you screwin' before we got married?” Father asked, still leaning against the wall. "The mailman, the milkman, the bank teller, and your father." She replied with a smile on her face. She reached into the cabinet for a glass and began to pour wine into it. My father chuckled as he pushed himself off of the wall and made his way into the kitchen. "My father huh?" He asked again as he curled his lips around his cigarette to make sure it didn’t fall. She turned to him as he handed him his glass and nodded her head. "You're damn right. Your daddy." She said proudly as she raised the glass to her lips. Her smile was always enchanting. She had the reddest lips you could ever imagine; she used some crap called maybeline. Her lips were so pouty and cute, maybe that was what he used to love about her. He smiled at her as he took a swig of his drink.
"My daddy?" He asked again. She nodded and held her head back a tad, resting the glass on her lips. “Your da--" before she could get the rest of her sentence out, he raised his hand into the air and balled his fist. "WHORE!" he screamed as he balled his fist and quickly jammed it down onto the glass. I could hear it shatter; hear her gasping as the glass pieces pushed into her teeth and lips. I could imagine the blood. "My daddy, huh? You think that's funny? Talk about a man's father like that? You think that's something to laugh at?" He continued to scream and question her while he bashed her face in with his fists. I could hear the hits, I could hear her cries. He would hit her so hard that I could feel it from upstairs. "PLEASE! CHARLES, I'M SORRY, PLEASE STOP!" She exclaimed as she tried to grab his hand with one of her own and cup her mouth with he other. I don’t know what came over me, but something told me to go downstairs and check on them.
Each step I took, the louder they creaked. It's funny, because I never remembered my stairs creaking before then. I could hear them, the blood splashing onto the ground, the two struggling to catch their breath...The blows to the face. I stood at the door for a minute, mesmerized at the scene. Her beautiful violet dress was now stained a darkened color. The floor a deep red, his shoes, his pants, his shirt, his hands. All stained with blood. Her blood. The liquid soaked her lovely strands of jet-black hair. Her neck drenched in the flow of the substance, wine lingered in her wounds, blood leaked from her mouth as if a pipe had burst. The look in her eyes was as if she didn’t know him. As if he were a complete stranger, busting into her house with no other motive then to beat the hell out of her. And then she looked at me.
"Corey," She whimpered as she held her hand out. As if she wanted me to rescue her, but how? My heart sank down to my toes. My father turned to me and let out a deep growl, he had clearly turned into an animal. "GET OUT OF HERE!"He snapped as he grabbed the wine bottle and flung it in my direction. That day I believe I acquired spider senses. I ducked with a quickness only known to a ninja, as the bottle shattered against the wall behind me. The glass flew everywhere, some landing in my hair as I fell to the ground. I was shocked; confused as I touched my body to make sure I hadn’t been hit. My shirt was covered in wine. I could feel my eyes widening as I looked at them one last time. His hand was gripping her chin, pulling her into the air, her feet dangling, and she was still reaching out for me.
"What do you want from me?" She asked, her voice shaking. I had never seen a woman so truly afraid of someone that she vowed to spend the rest of her life with. 'I'm trying to apologize here, Nicole. Can’t you see that?" He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at me and smiled, placed his hand on my head and ruffled my hair. "My boy." He said proudly as he turned his focus back to her. "Just take em, and forgive me." He pouted as he leaned toward her for a kiss. And she did.
I was almost happy for a moment; I thought they had a breakthrough...until I heard him bashing her head into the wall. "HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU NEVER LOVED ME? HUH? YOU DONT LOVE ME BUT YOU SURE LOVED MY DADDY, HUH?"I just laid there, waiting. When the police came to do the door about a noise complaint, I was ecstatic. Bout time the neighbors stepped in. "That's a damn shame what he does to her." Our neighbor Abigail said to her roommate Fascia. What the hell kinda name is that? And yall have the nerve to gossip? "I hear they beat that boy. Now that’s a shame. Old as he is, he needs to be pitchin blows to his damn daddy's head." Fascia replied. 'How old is he again?" "15." Abigail said shortly. The two looked onto the distance as they sat on their porch, gossiping.
That night I went and spoke to my father in an attempt to get his side of the story. "When I first met her... I wanted to rip any dudes head off who tried to talk to her. I knew I would love her; Iwanted no one but her... And I let her know it. I whooped ass left and right...but maybe that's what broke us. Maybe I was just too bold." He said as he wrapped his lips around his beer bottle. "Do you still love her?" I asked as I watched his every move. He turned to me, stared. It was as if he couldn’t believe I asked him that, like I hurt his feelings. "Of course I love her. She gave me you." I smiled to myself. I never heard him say anything like that.
"YOU WERE NEVER MAN ENOUGH FOR ME!" She yelled as she spat into his face. He growled angrily again and struck her. And then she looked at me again. At my form, standing in the doorway. Confident of my next actions. He looked into her eyes, trying to figure out what she saw. And as he gazed at her, I charged at him, I raised my arms, holding the bat in the air, and as he turned to follow her gaze, I struck him. It was the hit heard round the neighborhood. I could feel the vibrations going through the bat, and I became exhilarated. I continued to strike him, blow at his skull, jab at his body. The blood. Have you ever tasted another person's blood? The cold, darkened substance oozing against your face. The sound of the splatter, the cries of the victim. His blood was good. Revenge was good. As I gave another mighty blow to my father's head, I could hear my mother cackling.
"What the hell did you say?" I asked as the words bounced off of the walls in my head. She was cackling again, sipping on her wine as if she didn’t have a fear in the world. "Oh shut the hell up, Corey. You always were as dumb as him." She responded as she took another swig. "What did you SAY?!" I asked again as my voice began to raise. Icould feel my own blood boiling. I would grow angrier every time I licked my lips for I realized that I was only licking his blood. "I said, that he aint your daddy." And she drank again. She leaned against the counter, giggling, sipping, and cackling. She knew what she had done. Conned her own son into killing the man he knew as his father. "You know what I'm gonna go do now, honey?" She asked me, I was aware she wasn’t really expecting a response. "I'm gonna call up that old man... and tell him the job is done. I'm gonna go move into his estate. And then, I'm gonna wait for him to die, and collect my damn money." her voice was so cold, evil.
The smoke was still spewing out of the end of the gun, the blood was still gushing out of here mouth. I just wanted her to shut the hell up. I was so lost in another world, that I didn’t even hear the raps at the door. The kicking, screaming.
"GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" The ones in blue yelled as they ripped the front door off of its hinges. But I was stuck, watching her, my arms still pointed outward at her. "DROP THE WEAPON! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" But it was as if someone had pressed the mute button on their voices, paused me in my place. I jolted as one of them gripped my shoulder, flinging my arm around into the crowd of them, another shot going off. My eyes lost their glaze as I snapped back into reality. I could see the officers, hear their screaming, and feel their bullets. "MAN DOWN!" they kept screaming, echoes. The bullets made perfect circles in my body, and I stood there as if I didn’t feel it. I just stared at them, crying. One of the officers jerked me toward the ground, and I could see Abigail and Fascia in the doorway. I hope they were happy. As I laid underneath the officers, I could feel my blood leaving my body.
I could hear Fascia telling Abigail that I had finally snapped. I could feel all the pain, my numbness existed no longer. And then I gasped for air. I gasped for life. Red. All i could see was red. It frightened me even more as i saw it leave me, in large quantities. My mouth was gushing the lot of it. The tears weren't enough to express the pain that i felt. I screamed out one last time, the liquid swinging from my mouth had the flow of the ocean. Thick, dark waves of pain.
"GIVE HER VIOLETS!
GIVE MY MOTHER VIOLETS!"
and then they shot me again.