Date: Saturday January 9, 1988 Time: 1:30 am
It’s hard to believe how much can happen in such a short period of time.
In three months I turned eighteen, got dumped by my boyfriend, was raped by my mother’s piece of shit boyfriend, and found out I’m about to be a teenage mother.
But out of all the tragedies going on in my life the thing that hurts the most is that my mother called me a lying tramp when I first told her how I caught her boyfriend Frankie spying on me when I came out of the shower. How could she take that creep’s side over her own daughter? Then again, she hasn’t been the same since Daddy died from cancer.
Drinking, smoking, out to all hours of the night. God, I wish my father was here. What’s she even doing with this asshole? He’s the type of person she would have crossed the street to avoid when Daddy was still alive.
I wanted to tell Grandma but I was afraid to. Frankie said if I told anyone he’d deny it and tell my mother to put me out on my ass. And if ‘Mommy Dearest’ did not believe me when I told her that her man was coming on to her only daughter before, she most definitely would not believe me especially now that I am pregnant.
I felt so depressed and alone, like nobody loved me. Like all was lost. Then one day I was leaving a GYN appointment when I heard all this commotion coming from behind an abandoned building and nosily went to investigate. What I saw changed my life. It was this one guy single-handedly taking on five guys!
Now growing up in Brooklyn, I’ve seen some pretty tough characters before, but there’s no other like this guy. Dressed in all red and unbelievably skillful, he had two large-barreled guns strapped to his sides but never even bothered to use them instead letting his fists do the talking as he cut through the gang like nobody’s business!
After it was over and all the punks were lying on the ground crying for their mommas, the guy in red (which might I add is drop-dead gorgeous) was about to head to his car when he noticed me. It was like he could see into my soul and recognized my pain. I was paralyzed as he came over to me. I had no idea what he was going to do. That’s when he handed me his business card with all his information.
Grandma always said angels come in different forms and in this case, mines was a six-foot plus, bald black man dressed in red. His name is Havoc and for a fee he guarantees to make any problem disappear. Since he doesn’t wear a badge he can do things cops couldn’t, wouldn’t or shouldn’t! But I wasn’t sure if this was how I wanted to handle my problems, that is until Frankie made me give him a blowjob while Mommy was in the next room. The sick Bastard said the risk of getting caught turned him on. Once we were finished and he went to get a beer, I had a brief cry then called Havoc and arranged a meeting with the Trouble Consultant.
Havoc said he would help me but first he needed proof that Frankie was the piece of shit I said he was so I arranged for Frankie to meet me here at the bar in a little while and inform him I’m pregnant…amongst other things!
A tall man with the features of a rat stormed in and surveyed the area with his beady eyes. He spotted Misa then stomped over. “Okay I’m here. So, what the hell is so damn urgent you had to meet me here at this hour?”
Misa glanced at Rat-face and continued writing in her journal.
Frankie just walked in. Everything is going according to plan.
“What’s that you’re writing?” Frankie asked.
He’s looking over my shoulder reading what I am writing and from his reaction he just discovered that I am pregnant.
“Plan? What’s this shit Misa?” Frankie demanded. “You’re pregnant? Answer me bitch!”
He’s cursing me and disrespecting me. Nothing new. But soon he will know what it feels like to be treated like crap!
“You little skeezer!” Frankie hissed. “I’ll tell your mother that it was you who came onto me when I was drunk and took advantage of the situation and she’ll believe me and throw your worthless ass out in the gutter where you belong! Hey what’s this?” he asked snatching her journal away and began reading it. “Oh, so you got some punk to kick my ass? Don’t tell me he’s one of these drunks!” he laughed.
Misa stared at Frankie long and hard then shook her head sadly. Almost as if she pitied him. She finished her Shirley Temple, cleared her throat then asked aloud, “So, is this enough proof?”
The drunk a table over seated before a half empty glass of Johnnie Walker RED label with his head buried in the fold of his arms rose out of his seat. He was dressed in a red hooded sweatshirt, red jeans, a pair of red boots and a pair of red tinted shades. Straight business! He pulled back the hood covering his baldhead.
“More than enough. I’ll take it from here!” Havoc growled.
The laughter died in Frankie’s throat and he dropped Misa’s journal, along with his jaw on the floor. Misa bent down to retrieve her journal as Frankie bolted for the door then froze. She continued writing:
Now I’ve seen some big dogs before but never one as big as Havoc’s dog Mayhem. And from the look of pure terror on Frankie’s face, neither has he. Oh this is rich! Now Frankie wants to talk. He’s begging me to explain to Havoc that this was all just one big simple misunderstanding, so he can bitch his way out of getting his ass kicked! Well the only misunderstanding is that he actually believes that the baby I am carrying is his when in actuality it belongs to Kendu, my loser ex-boyfriend who broke up with me when I told him he was going to be a daddy. Luckily for Kendu Havoc doesn’t beat up guys for running from their responsibilities.
For all that tough talk, Frankie’s such a pussy! He’s not even attempting to defend himself. Dang, the fight’s over before it even began. Havoc is on some Iron Mike Tyson shit! I would have liked for Frankie to suffer some more. But, I guess I’ll just have to settle for him only losing three teeth. Oh well. Havoc ‘s cool though. A man’s man. Like Daddy. He just strongly advised Frankie to do the right thing and admit everything he’s done to me to Mom. He also said if he finds out that he didn’t, he’ll knock out the rest of his teeth. Frankie’s looking at me promising he’ll tell her. And I believe him. Unfortunately, I won’t be around to see the look on Mommy’s face when he does.
Instead of taking the pay for kicking Frankie’s ass, Havoc told me to use it to buy a one-way bus ticket to Chicago where Grandma lives and that’s just what I’m going to do. In fact, looking at my Gucci, it’s about that time.
So, in closing, I don’t know what I’m going to do about my situation but when I spoke to Grandma she said just be on that Greyhound and when I get there we’d figure it out, together.
Even though you will never read this Havoc, I want to say thank you. You saved my life.
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