Thank you to…
child who is cool
Secrets4theunderground
Dullard
Laja1995
For the lovely reviews and words!
Story!
If, for example, you lived at the bottom of the sea
Id cut my feet off and become a fish
If I got closer to you the deeper I sank
I wouldn't even mind becoming a shadow that wanders through the endless darkness
If, for example, these words reach you
You can rip out my vocal cords and throw them away
"Hey guys! Where have you been so long it's almost 4:00?" Jazmine inquired as the two males entered the living room of the Freeman residence. "You didn't protest at WalMart again, did you? You know you got arrested last time! We are too broke to be bailing you out of jail!"
"You people just love reminding me of my lack of funds don't you," Huey mumbled as Caesar gave him a smug look. "Besides, we were only making a few deposits at the bank."
"Um, ok, if you say so," Jazmine looked suspicious of the two. Huey worked as an intern at a law firm for a civil rights attorney. True, he got paid enough to pay for the utilities and expenses on the house, but who made deposits 3 weeks in a row? "You do know that delivery is coming at 4:30, right?"
"What delivery?"
"The new box spring set. Hello? You're the one who broke it in the first pl-,"
"Well, I should be headin' over to Hiro's soon. My man and I have a set tomorrow night. You still comin' J," Caesar looked enthusiastic to talk about his 'rap career'.
"You know it! But are you still coming here tonight for movie night? We haven't had one in ages," Jazmine beamed at him. Her contagious happiness was almost sickening.
"It's a deal then, I'll be here. See you later man," he got close and whispered in his ear swiftly, "Make a date."
"Mmph."
Caesar exited the house with a peace sign. "You talk to Cindy today?"
"Yeah, she's coming over tonight too."
"Damn." It wasn't that Huey didn't like the girl, but her fascination with being with them all the time lately had become quite annoying.
"Oh, stop it, Huey. You love her just as much as I do."
"Who has been lying to you?"
"What the heck? You still haven't gotten rid of that fax yet?"
"I don't know. Do you hear a fax?" He said while moving to the other side of the living room while to check the fax by the entrance of the kitchen. He and Riley had nearly killed each other over who would have the fax machine in their room. It sounded trivial but for a pre-law and art student, it was important to have a fax around for certain documents. Though Jazmine solved the issue by placing it in the living room, it soon became a nuisance to her.
"Have you ever heard of email? That thing sounds like a dying whale."
"Faxes are just as useful! They send important documents that you can't send through email," Huey turned back around to frown at his modern girlfriend.
"If you say so, Huey," she rose from the couch and walked towards the front door. "I guess I'll go 'deposit' at my own 'bank'," she teased him with a smirk and left the house.
Huey nodded towards her. Her 'bank deposit' was obvious sarcastic code for her 2 hour class at Coppin State.
When he and Jazmine were 15, she was in need of comfort due to her mother getting pancreatic cancer and he found himself her shoulder to cry on. Eventually, he found that her unconditional love wasn't as much of a burden as it was beautiful and she found his dry humor to not only be the beautiful thing about him. When she confessed her love to him, he rejected her out of fear and accused her of only wanting him because she was vulnerable. That very night, her mother passed in her sleep. She locked herself in her room for a week and refused to talk to anyone, including her father.
He remembered the day she came to his house in the middle of the night, not wanting to be his lover, but wanted him to be her friend again. After Riley found the two fully clothed in each other's arms the next morning, he nearly cussed them out for beating around the bush for so long and thus, the item of Huey and Jazmine was formed. In an odd way of thinking, Riley was responsible for their relationship.
Unfortunately, 2 years later, a mere month before Huey's 18th birthday, Granddad passed away in his sleep. As the saddest day of their lives, Huey and Riley mourned in pure silence, but their tears said it all.
In addition to the emotional trauma, the financial issues were only beginning. Granddad had bought the house with a 15 year warrantee with their inheritance money and spent the rest into a joint back account for the boys' college funds. He had left the house to Huey and Dorothy to Riley. Although he paid the entire mortgage, the utilities and their own car notes had to be paid if they were to stay in the house. Fortunately, Huey, being valedictorian with a 4.0 GPA, received a full scholarship to Morgan State University in Baltimore, which was only 45 minutes away. So, he would be able to support himself and Riley while he was still in high school and up until the mortgage payments ended when he was 25. There was no sense in leaving to pay out of state fess and room and board at another college, especially when his younger brother was still in high school. They were all each other had left.
Jazmine, however, decided to stay, not only in the state, but in Woodcrest as well. She had received a partial scholarship to Coppin State and a full scholarship to Howard University in D.C. but after her father's suicide attempt, she made it apparent it was more important to stay with her father and support him all she could. Despite her support of him, he began acting like his normal self; intrusive, nosy and a little annoying. So, she moved into the Freeman residence, which was close enough and far enough from her father.
After Riley graduated, surprisingly in the top five percent of his class, he got accepted with a partial scholarship to the Maryland Institute College of Art in Baltimore and continued to live under the Freeman roof. He had found quite a knack for, not only painting and drawing, but molding as well. Once a month he left for a pre-paid art show in D.C. and the remainder of the college savings were used to pay for the rest of Riley's tuition. Huey didn't mind, after all, he had a full scholarship.
The fax machine continued to slowly print out a document from the law firm and make a loud disruption in the room. Jazmine was right. The thing did sound like a dying whale. When the paper finished, he picked it up and read it thoroughly. The red light on the end stayed on and suddenly, the dying whale continued to print out another paper, only this time it was a picture, which was rare. The only time he got pictures was when they came from the firm or when Riley felt like it was funny for people to see some very vulgar images of his body parts and a certain finger.
The first few inches of the picture showed a pair of feet in black stripper heels that were on the floor spread wide. As the picture developed further, a pair of well toned legs showed that the woman was white and had on a bikini with her thumb pulling them down.
Huey's eyed widened as the fax reveled the woman was topless, her perky pink nipples erect as her other hand wrapped around one her breasts. He anticipated the rest of the picture to see the girl's face.
She was headless.
All that was seen was a full head of long black hair shaping her shoulders and tiny waist that had a small tattoo of a chili pepper.
The fax stopped the second it got to her neck and dropped the paper on the tray. Huey looked to see if there was another fax coming but the red light went off.
For the first time in his he hoped somewhere in D.C. Riley was laughing his ass off.
The lyrics at the beginning are from Koe by Amano Tsukikio (Tsuki). I don't own them.
