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Yvonna looked at her nude body in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. She examined herself as she did many times before.
“Who am I?”
That question wasn’t about the curves in her hips or how her breasts were still as perky as they were months after cosmetic surgery. The question was about her mental stability and why it always seemed that everything, and everyone she loved for one reason or another could never love her back.
She turned around and stared at Dave’s body on the bed through the open doorway. A single tear fell down her face as she realized a love lost. The glossy blood from his throat dripped out of his body and fell against the wooden floor.
She loved him with the kind of love she had when she played with a brand new doll on Christmas day as a child. This was before her father raped her stealing any innocence or understanding she had of life. All she wanted was love. Yet a part of her, the part she called Gabriella, loved nothing more than to cause destruction to those who crossed her path. Gabriella was how she protected her feelings.
As the steam from the running shower filled the bathroom, and covered the mirror she smoothed it off with her left hand. Another tear fell down her cheek as she readied herself for what she was about to do. Kill again. Feeling extreme contempt caused Gabriella to appear behind her wearing a one-piece red tight dress.
She placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.
“Think of it this way, once they’re gone, you’ll be happy. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Good.” Gabriella kissed her cheek. She looks just like Taraji P. Henson from the movie “Baby Boy”. “Now do it. Get mad. And get even. Let’s finish what you started.”
Yvonna wiped the onerous tear off of her face and grabbed the knife off of the edge of the white porcelain sink.
With revenge and malice overflowing, she carved the names of the people she hated most in the flesh of her right shoulder. Although the blade tore through her soft skin, she didn’t flinch. The pain was pleasurable as she watched the names of the people she despised appear with oozing blood. When she was done she wiped the red fluid off her skin with her free hand and smiled.
Bernice Cream Jhane
Swoopes Yvonna was beyond crazy.
Yvonna was beyond mad.
Hate consumed her so much that at times, it was difficult to
breathe. And with Gabriella being unleashed, it was impossible for her to be controlled.
Catch A Co-Conspirator By Her Toe
Yvonna and Gabriella stood quietly backstage as they watched the middle school children act out a scene from a play they wrote called, A Midwinter Night Scream. Colorful costumes dressed the floor, empty chairs and equipment as they ran from the stage to the back to prepare for each scene.
Like a snake waiting to attack they remain still. Their eyes are fixated on two children and nothing or nobody will stand in their way. They had to get them.
“Hi, I’m Mrs. Princely. Can I help you?” asks a beautiful black woman with soft curly shoulder length hair. Her face stern when she approaches Yvonna from behind.
“No, I’m just watching my niece. Isn’t she beautiful?” Yvonna looks at the stage at no child in particular.
The woman’s face softens immediately. After all, she looks nothing like your average abductor. In fact, she looks stylish in her dark blue custom made jeans and red leather jacket. Her hair is styled in her trademark short spiky cut. Just the way she likes it.
“Oh…which one is yours?” she smiles looking upon the stage with Yvonna as the children sing a wretched ballad.
Yvonna doesn’t have an answer for the nosey bitch and she wishes she just leave her the fuck alone. She doesn’t.
“Tell the bitch her name is Lil Reecy or some shit!” Gabriella yells from the sidelines wearing an all red leather jumper by Baby Phat. “Make somethin’ up! Think on your feet! Haven’t I taught you anything?”
“Be quiet! You makin’ a scene and shit!” Yvonna tells her.
“Are you okay?” the woman asks.
“Oh…uh…yeah.”
She scrutinizes her. “Well…who are you talking to?”
“No one. Just had an outburst. That’s it.”
Yvonna had worked so hard to control Gabriella but nothing worked. She was still convinced that Gabriella was real, just that people couldn’t see her.
“If you say so. Well, which one is your niece?”
Yvonna scans the crowd of brats and picks the homeliest looking one she can find. Truth be told, not a one of them looked like they’d seen any parts of a tub, soap or water, ever.
“That one right there?” She points at the girl with pink barrettes in her hair and a bright yellow sunshine cos
tume. “She’s my niece.”
“Who? Tabitha?” Yvonna can tell by the woman’s expression that she could not imagine a child so afflicted being related to her in any form or fashion.
“You just had to pick Snot-Nosed-Nancy, didn’t you?” Gabriella laughs. “Don’t be surprised if she don’t believe you now.”
Yvonna ignores her and says, “Yes. She’s my niece. I just got back in town and wanted to surprise her. So when I found out at the last minute about the play, I ran over here. I wanted to be the first person she hugs when she steps off stage.”
“Wow! Oh…uh…I can’t wait to see the look on her face,” the woman beams. “No one ever supports her in school. Not to say anything bad about your family.”
“No worries,” Yvonna reassures touching her lightly on the arm. “My sister’s a hot ass mess, I know it.” The woman gasps.
Yvonna ignores her reaction.
“But you should get on out of my face,” Yvonna stops clears her throat and says, “I mean, you should go back out there. The kids need you.”
“They’re fine. I want to be here to see Tabitha’s face when she sees you.”
This woman was causing Yvonna’s blood to boil. And if she knew what was good for her, she’d get lost before she showed up missing…permanently. Because nothing or nobody was stopping Yvonna from snatching Treyana’s kids and she didn’t mind covering her tracks and witnesses if they got in her way. She never thought deceiving Treyana’s sons into leaving out the back door with her would be so difficult.
“Hurry up and get rid of her! They almost done!” Gabriella yells.
Gabriella was growing agitated so Yvonna had to think quickly. Her mind wanders and she grapples with choking the fuck out of the old ass crow or smacking her down. She decided upon smacking her until she sees a little girl holding her hands between her legs, running toward the restroom. The purple glittery shoes she wore caused a devilish idea to enter her mind.
“Excuse me,” Yvonna says to the woman. “I have to go to the restroom before my niece comes out.”
“No problem! I’ll be waiting right here when you get back. I can’t wait to see the look on her face!”
Man this whore is about to make me unleash! Why she gotta be all in my fuckin’ business?!”
Yvonna makes her way past the children who were roaming around backstage. She sees a small bucket on the floor filled with costume jewelry for the performance. She took one look behind her to see if the woman was watching…she wasn’t. A little girl who needed help changing a costume had briefly taken her attention.
So she dips inside the restroom and looks under the stalls until she saw the purple shoes the little girl was wearing. When she spots them, she goes into the stall next to her and dumps the jewelry on the floor. Afterwards, she used the bucket to scoop out some water from the commode. There was shit and piss inside but Yvonna doesn’t care. She stands up on the commode and dumps the foul feces all over the little girl who screams in terror.
Yvonna’s laughter prohibits her from running as fast as she wants to while she exits the restroom. She manages to calm herself down moments before approaching the woman.
“I think something’s wrong with one of the children in the restroom. I saw another little girl playing an awful joke on her. Hurry!” Yvonna appears frantic. “Go help her! Please!”
The woman drops the clipboard she’s holding and runs toward the bathroom. When she leaves, Yvonna regains her focus as she watches Treyana’s kids come back stage after their role. She’s amazed at how cute they are with their fluffy curly hair and wide-eyed smiles. This despite the costumes they are wearing that make them look like two fruity bitches. In her opinion they didn’t look like Treyana or her husband.
“You boys were wonderful!” Yvonna cheers. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Who are you?” one of the twins asks. “You look familiar.”
Yvonna had been around them before but not often and she was surprised they remembered. One of them was slightly taller than the other but they were still identical.
“I’m your aunt Paris! You don’t remember me?” Yvonna touches her heart and appears hurt.
“No,” the other one responds. “I never heard of you.”
“That’s awful! You really haven’t heard of your aunt Paris from Texas?”
The twins look at each other again and shake their heads no.
“Don’t worry about that right now. We’ll have plenty of time for catch up,” she smiles. “But right now I need you to come with me. Your mom wants me to take you home. We’ll talk about everything on the way there.”
“But momma said to never leave with a stranger,” one of them says.
“A stranger?” Yvonna folds her arms and stands on her back foot. “I doubt very seriously that a stranger would be dressed as good as I am. Now are you coming or not? It don’t make me no never mind.” Yvonna lies.
Whether the boys knew it or not, they were leaving out of that school with her, even if she had to snatch them by their undeveloped balls.
They look at each other and then Yvonna. She knows they’re examining her stylish shoes, and pretty face and she smiles. To them she doesn’t look harmful and she does everything she can to conceal her pleasure. Men always become her victims.
Little do you know, the devil has many faces. She says to herself.
The taller one shrugs his shoulders, looks at the shorter one and replies, “Ok. Let’s go.”
“Great! And I brought some candy for you too. I figured you’d like it.”
Like all kids do when they come into contact with sweet poison…it was lust at first sight.
What Goes Around Has Come Around Faster
Treyana paces the living room floor in their large four-bedroom home in Largo Maryland. Her husband Avante stands by her side consoling her. Her black hair is combed back and it falls gently in the middle of her back and her long legs glisten under the cute black cotton dress she purchased from Nordstroms earlier in the week.
“What do you mean?!!! Why wouldn’t you know where the fuck my boys are?!” she yells on the phone at the play director from the middle school. “It’s been over two hours! How do you lose two boys…twins at that?!” She and Avante had just gotten back and their kids were not home.
Her entire body is wet from sweat and worrying and Avante opens the window, allowing the cool midevening air to seep inside. Dust from the windowsill finds its way onto his brown slacks and black cashmere sweater and he wipes it off with his hands. Although normally the blue chiffon curtains dancing in the breeze would’ve cooled anyone down, it does nothing for a woman who is missing her children.
“Sit down, honey.” He whispers and places his hand on the small of her back.
“I’m okay!” she shoots him an evil glare and steps away from him. He backs up but looks sternly at her and she softens her stare.
“You betta, slow your roll.” He warns. “I’m not the enemy.”
In her mind it was his fault. Had he not pressed her out to go to a non-refundable real estate seminar, she would’ve been at the play with her children.
“Mam, we really have looked everywhere.”
“Stop saying that shit like it’s acceptable! You don’t just lose kids!”
“I’m not intending it to be acceptable. Alls I’m saying is that Mrs. Princely, the Arts teacher, will find out what happened. We’re trying to reach her. She was the last person who saw them. But we know they’re here so don’t worry.”
“Bitch, if you don’t find my kids, I’ma come up to that school and smoke your white ass out!” she points her finger into the air. “Now you betta find my boys, or kill yourself before I do!” she slams the phone to the receiver.
“They’re probably over Jones’s house or somethin’. You know how they are with that video game. They probably just lost track of time.”
She ignores him and focuses on her children’s faces on the picture on the wall. They were her life and she can’t im
agine life without them. Five minutes later, her home phone rings and she rushes toward it and answers.
“Hello! Did you find ‘em?!”
“Treyana,” Yvonna says coldly. “How’s the life I made for you? Is it better than the piece of shit you had before?”
Treyana drops the phone and covers her mouth. Fear surges from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.
“What is it baby?” he asks after picking up the phone. Treyana doesn’t respond. “Who is this?!” he yells into the handset. “Who is this?”
Silence.
Treyana already knowing the drill musters up enough courage to take the handset from Avante.
“Baby, what’s going on?” he asks again after releasing the phone to her possession.
“I…I…got it,” she stutters. “H…hello?”
“Bitch, don’t do that again. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.”
“Great!” she says as if she’d just heard great news. “Now that we have an understanding let me begin. I have your boys.”
Treyana sobs heavily and doubles over.
“What’s wrong, baby?! Who the fuck is that? Talk to me!” He demands seeing his wife’s condition.
“Don’t say a word to that faggy, just listen to me.”
“O…okay.” She stands up straight and leans against a wall.
“As you can see you’re touchable and that means I can get to you in and everywhere you are. I’ll go through hell to fuck you. Always remember that.”
Heavy breaths cause her chest to rise and fall hard. “What do you want?”
“What have I always wanted? Revenge.”
“But I didn’t do anything to you.”
“You didn’t do anything for me either, bitch! We had an agreement and you left me high and dry.”
“You need help,” she whimpers.
“Treyana…I’m beyond help.”
Silence.
“Now…I’m going to return your kids to you on one condition.”
“What’s?!!!!!!!”
“I want you to help me finish what we started.”
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