“I love you.”

These three little words hit me like a punch to the face.  “Pardon?”  She had already moved on to discussing Acolyte matters so, of course repeats:

“I want you to be a Father, Sunda.”

“Not that … the first part.”

“Now that Felipe is gone?”

Looking at her out of the corner of my eye, “You are just being difficult now.”  I can see by ( Read more... )

If any of you like Sunda Story Time ... Shu has some really good scenes at: 
http://lost-illusion.livejournal.com/

Enjoy.  I know I did.

S.

“What the fuck do you want?”  Her anger is so raw; but in the end it is anger for its own sake … destructive anger.  I can feel my beast rise within my chest.  I know what the little bitch needs … but neither Benny nor any of the other uptight pricks inside would let me get away with giving it to her.  The change a year makes is incredible; last ( Read more... )

I wipe the blood from my chin and rise as my ‘cousin’ laughs at his clever ruse, the knife of his caste held loosely in his hand.  The cut is long and shallow, meant to put my half breed ass in its place.  The loose circle around us holds no friendly faces, merely jeering sycophants who don’t have the balls to fight me themselves … I have to at ( Read more... )

It is a peculiar feeling.  As I walk towards the subway, rain spitting and dripping on my shoulders, I feel as if a weight has been lifted from them.  A smile comes to my face as I look back on the conversations of the night.

Felipe looked so angry, like a wet cat as my father informed him that he could take his employment and shove it up his well ( Read more... )

While it is light years from Citizen Fucking Kane, Pulp Fiction has some serious lessons to teach us … ones that don’t end with ‘Try not to be the first one to take it in the ass from a couple of rednecks.’  Add to that the fact that it was the last movie I saw before Buffalo and you can see why it holds a special place in my heart.  Bruce Willis ( Read more... )

"... a shame that he would leave you all alone, hmm?"   I hope that sounded as ominous as I meant it to.   If I had a heart it would have been beating like a jackhammer.  Finally, I had some 'alone' time with my father's little whore.

She smiles, all shy and demure.  Lying little bitch.   "I suppose that depends."   She tries to exit, chirping a ( Read more... )

I see Ava crouch down, to look the child in the eye, “Aren't you the spitting image of John."

Jay smiles, "Who?"

Simmons sputters "What ... why would .. ", sneering as he regains his composure.  "John left years ago ... Jay is my son ...” as if he was trying to convince himself as well as Ava.

Ava frowns up at him.  If I was not planning of caving ( Read more... )

Those eyes.  I had seen them before … and not just in the mirror.  The last time they were so accusing.  The scenes came back to me now in freeze frame.  Her look of shock.  My broken heart.  Her screams cut off by my hands.  The kitchen knife that found its way into my hands.  A part of me screamed in pain, curling up into a little ball and ( Read more... )

So here I am, in the car on the way to my home town … all because Ava had a freaky dream.  She dreamt that I didn’t know her name … and was babbling about an ex girlfriend of mine.  Now, a half hour out, it occurs to me that this may be the Creole/Voodoo Woman way of dealing with jealousy.  I once heard that they could bury your drawers in the ( Read more... )