TYCE II

by Jaudon, Shareef;Mayes, Sherdava;Anderson, Taigo

  “What’s that?” I eyed her suspiciously.

  She put both her hands on her hips, “I’m not killing this baby in my stomach.”

  The whole room went dead silent. Even Diego wasn’t saying a word, he was looking at Dallas liked the rest of us. All of a sudden, I heard a loud thud as Angelique dropped the duffle bag to the floor. A split second later she charged toward Dallas tackling her like a line backer! They both went flying back onto the couch cushions sliding the leather sofa back a few feet. Angelique grabbed a fist full of Dallas’s long hair in her left hand while she punched her repeatedly in the face with the right. Dallas brought her knees to her chest, pressed the bottom of her feet against Angelique’s mid section and pushed with all her strength. Angelique went flying through the air landing on the opposite end of the long couch; she was just about to fall over the edge when I caught her.

  “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN’!!!?” I grabbed her shirt collar.

  “Fuck her! Fuck her!” Angelique snatched away from me.

  “You better deal with that crazy bitch before I kill her!!” Dallas scooted off the couch and stood up.

  Her hair looked like she just woke up from a three-day nap.

  “I aint gotta deal with this shit!” Angelique stomped over to her bag, jerked it up, and stormed out of the room.

  The four remaining people in the room saw the back of her Oakland Raiders sweatshirt as she walked out.

  “Looks like yu got more problems than me amigo.” Diego sat up leaning against the other couch.

  I gave him an evil stare, “Your face looks a lil wrinkled…keep talkin’ shit and I’ma smooth it out for ya.”

  Diego was really starting to get on my nerves.

  Room 316

  Sabrina woke up to a nurse asking her who the president of the United States was? It took her a minute to answer the petite Asian woman but she finally uttered Barack Obama. Next, the nurse asked her what her name was and she answered more quickly, “Sabrina Alverez.”

  “Good good, how do you feel?” Nurse Cho touched her thigh gently.

  “I feel like shit.” Sabrina answered weakly. “My throat feels like sand paper and it’s sore.”

  “That’s because you had a tube down your throat during surgery, I could get you some ice chips for your throat if you’d like.”

  Sabrina sighed, “That would be great, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome sweetie, I’ll be right back.”

  Sabrina was in the recovery room of the hospital, well, it wasn’t really a room, more like a space closed off by curtains. She looked at the back of her right hand noticing the IV stem poking out, at the same time she noticed a slight tingle in her skull. She felt around her head with her left hand feeling two bulky bandages in different places. Slowly the memory of what transpired came creeping back into her mind. She remembered standing there with Tyce. She remembered him pushing her to the ground. She saw the image of a giant black bumper coming straight for her face. Her recollection was a little hazy after that but she could guess what happened next.

  The nurse returned with a cup of ice chips, “Here you go sweetie.”

  “Thank you, umm can you tell me what

  happened to me?”

  “Well, you were hit and ran over by a car; you had multiple head wounds, a collapsed lung, a broken ankle, and three badly broken ribs which caused an immense amount of internal bleeding. If it wasn’t for your brother donating his blood you probably wouldn’t have made it.”

  Sabrina moaned a little as her abdomen started to throb, “I don’t have a brother, Tyce and I aren’t related, and by the way where is he?”

  “You’re referring to the handsome gentleman that brought you in to our fine establishment?” Nurse Cho smiled.

  “Yes, is he still here?”

  “Nooo I’m sorry sweetie he left, and from what I can see on your paper work you have no other family members listed.”

  Sabrina placed an ice chip in her dry mouth, “I told you we’re not related, he’s jus’ a nice guy that I happen to have a crush on.”

  Nurse Cho raised her eyebrow at that comment. She was in the surgery room, and she heard firsthand what the doctor said about the blood they were giving her. Her mind replayed the part when the doctor commented on how close a match the two blood types were. Nurse Cho especially listened to the part when Dr. Kater made the assumption that the donor was her brother, she thought that was soooo sweet of him to do that for his little sister.

  “Sweetie, you might still be a little woozy from all the pain meds in your system but when you’re all better…I’m sure your memory about him will clear right up.”

  Sabrina placed another ice chip in her mouth and sucked softly, she closed her eyes replaying her last moments of consciousness, and there she was…kissing Tyce. She reasoned that whatever medication they had her on must be really powerful because she not only felt no pain but she was hearing things also. She must have been tripping when she heard Nurse Cho say Tyce was her brother…that was impossible.

  The drugs at the hospital were the best she thought to herself before closing her heavy eyes.

  Nurse Cho smiled down at Sabrina lovingly. She was the type of nurse that really loved her job, she especially loved happy endings. The prognosis for Sabrina was bleak but luckily, she pulled through, she was definitely a strong woman.

  Her next objective was to notify Mr. Adkins that Sabrina was out of surgery and in recovery. He left his phone number on the paperwork and she’d be happy to deliver the good news to her brother, even if her patient didn’t know who he was.

  Forget Her…You Got Me

  You would have thought it was mid afternoon the way my house was jumping with excitement. I tried to conceal my shock when Dallas unexpectedly announced her pregnancy to everybody in the room. That shit had my head swirling, the fact that I’d known that one of them was pregnant didn’t make it any easier to swallow once it was confirmed who it was…shit, that only made it more real.

  It was a weird scene in my home. Angelique was locked in her room, Sway was on the phone with Ranae, Diego was on the floor like a hostage, and Dallas and I were talking quietly on the couch.

  “Are you ok; I mean does your stomach hurt? She jus’ jumped at you before I could stop her.”

  “I’m fine baby; remember I’m a tough lil mama.” Dallas kissed my lips tenderly.

  “Listen, I wanna put all this cheatin’ shit behind us, I trust Angelique, she hasn’t given me a reason not to. As far as I’m concerned she has A1 credit with me. So it’s squashed right?”

  Dallas bit her bottom lip, “Yeah, it’s done. I want her to apologize for attacking me tho.”

  “Jus’ let her cool off a bit, I’m sure she’ll feel bad about it after she calms down.” I rubbed her stomach gently.

  “So how did this happen, I wasn’t expecting this with you being on birth control and all. How many weeks are you?”

  “Ummm you know birth control isn’t full proof, I guess I’m fertile Mertile. And I’m not sure how far along I am, I’ll know more when I go to the Doctor, the one I wanna see is booked up for the next four weeks so I guess I’ll hafta wait.”

  “Can I go with you when you go?” I asked holding her hand.

  Dallas kissed my cheek, “Of course you can go daddy, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  I squeezed her little hand in mine, “I wanna give this baby everything I never had. I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, all I want is a healthy baby. I love this baby already and I haven’t even seen him or her yet…that shit is crazy. How do you love someone that you just found out exists?”

  “I know huh, I guess it’s that paternal instinct kickin’ in.” Dallas patted the top of my hand.

  “I know one thing, I won’t abandon my child in a fuckin’ dumpster, I don’t see how any parent can do that shit.”

  Diego raised his head off the couch cushion and stared at Dallas and me.

  “It wus easy.” He wiggled h
is tied up ankles back and forth.

  Sway heard that comment and quickly ended his conversation with his wife.

  “What did you say?” I got up off the couch.

  “I said it wus easy tu leave yu en the dumpster, cus I never wanted tu keep yu. So I thru yu away like the piece of trash that yu are…et wus the easiest thing I’ve ever dun. I made one mistake, only one mistake…instead of thinken yu wud suffocate tu death I shud of choked the life out of yu jus tu be sure, that way I wudn’t be here right now lookin’ at yu and yu wudn’t have had the chance tu steal frum me.”

  Dallas looked up at me like she’d seen a ghost. Sway disappeared down the hallway like a ninja, but none of that registered to me as I stood there looking down at him as he casually stared back at me.

  Sway ran to Angelique’s door knocking hard on the thick wood.

  “Go away!” Angelique yelled from the other side.

  “Angelique it’s me, Tyce needs you now!”

  The door opened up swiftly and she stepped out.

  “What’s wrong?” A concerned look spread across her face.

  “Diego jus’ told Tyce that he’s the one that left him in the dumpster…DIEGO IS TYCE’S FATHER!”

  Her tear soaked eyes widened, “Oh shit, shit!”

  Angelique took off down the hallway bursting into the living room.

  Everyone disappeared from my view except Diego. My dark brown eyes were focused in on his nonchalant ass.

  “So Sabrina is my sister huh?”

  “Yes, but she es dead tu me an I buried yu a long time ago.”

  “KILL HIM!! SHOOT HIM!!” Dallas shouted.

  I just stood there taking it all in. The whole thing seemed unreal to me, like something out of a movie.

  “Fuck it, I’ll shoot his ass!” Sway pulled out his gun.

  “NOOOO!!!” Angelique put her hand up in protest.

  What the hell you mean no? This evil ass nigga deserves to die!” Sway looked confused.

  “I’m not sayin’ he doesn’t, but it has to be Tyce’s decision…not yours.”

  I heard the conversation and yelling around me but I promise I was locked in a zone. Trapped in my own reality trying to digest the foul information that was just stuffed down my throat.

  “So son…whut’s it goin’ tu be, are yu goin’ tu

  kill me, are yu goin’ tu murder yur own father?”

  “I have one question for you…how do you know I’m your son?”

  Diego smiled showing his yellowish white teeth. He rolled his head in the direction of Angelique.

  “I know you’ve cum face tu face with it so I’ll ask yu thes question…does he have a triangle shaped birth mark on hes cock?”

  Angelique didn’t have to answer the question, the solemn look in her eyes said yes when her mouth refused to.

  “I thought so.” Diego winked at her.

  I laughed, “If you were my father, you would have know that the woman Armando kidnapped, the woman you shot wasn’t my mother at all, you may be old but you’re not blind.”

  Diego flopped his head back towards me, “Whu ever said et was the wrong woman? Huh? I know whu was en my house, I know whu I shot en the leg…I shot yur mother en the leg…yur real mother.”

  Room 211

  Gloria repositioned herself in the hospital bed, trying to get comfortable was a chore in itself these days. It was 20 minutes before the night nurse would bring her the next round of morphine. She eagerly anticipated her arrival because the pain in her leg was more intense at night.

  She’d only been in here a day but it seemed like an eternity. Not only was she in physical pain but her heart was heavy with grief, sorrow and worry. She was distraught and disappointed in herself. It was she who had begged Pamela to let her take her place. Gloria insisted she be the one to meet Armando, she knew he didn’t know what she looked like and would unknowingly take her straight to Diego. She planned to murder him, planned to pay him back for taking her only son away from her. Gloria did not intend to go through with the bogus kidnapping charge…she wanted Diego.

  However, being shot in the leg wasn’t a part of the plan. Now, she had no clue what the hell was going on, in her eyes she had failed her son yet again. Tyce was better off without her in his life. He was the kind of person that did better on his own, kind of like the rain forest, no one needed to interfere with its growth, just leave it alone and it would flourish on its own. God saved her baby boy that awful night and she would be eternally grateful for that.

  She regretted that she never got a chance to name him, but Tyce fit him just fine. Pamela did a good job…Tough, Young, Cute, and Exceptional-Tyce.

  Her baby boy.

  Dear Old Dad

  I was a believer. After hearing what Diego had to say to me, I was a believer. That sucked for him because now I was really pissed off!

  “Go get me a hammer.” I kept my eyes on Diego but I was talking to Sway.

  “Where at?” He took his hands out of his pockets.

  “In the garage, it’s hangin’ on the wall.”

  Diego’s forehead started to get shiny with perspiration, he was trying to remain calm, but I would transform his cool demeanor in a hot second. Dallas and Angelique were standing close by. The nasty catfight and arguing was temporarily forgotten about as they waited nervously to see what happened next. Seemingly, on cue, Sway came back into the living room carrying a hefty hammer with a rubber grip that was perfect for the job.

  “I hope you’re not shy Diego.” I took the hammer from Sway.

  “Whut the fuck are yu talking about?” Diego’s breathing was becoming unsteady.

  “Well, I wouldn’t want you to be bashful in front of the ladies when I take off your pants…and your underwear.”

  “Whut are yu sum kinda fag or sumthing, yu stay the fuck away frum me!”

  I untied the ropes from around his ankles while his wrists remained bound. As soon as his feet were free he tried to get up but Sway quickly changed his mind by pointing his gun at his sweaty head and telling him to sit his ass back down.

  “Before you sit down, I want you to strip from

  the waist down.”

  “I will not be humiliated an toyed with ef yu want tu kill me jus go ahead an du it!!!”

  I motioned for Angelique to come closer, “Help him get undressed.”

  When Angelique moved closer to him, I moved with her. I stood by his shoulder raising the heavy hammer high above my head. Angelique began unbuckling his snakeskin belt.

  “If you so much as blink, I’ll split your wig like a watermelon.” I spoke into his ear.

  As Angelique worked to free him from his trousers, Diego stiffened up a bit. His hands were tied behind his back leaving him in a helpless state as Angelique unzipped his pants. She let go of the waistband letting the tan slacks fall freely to the ground. His silk boxers followed the same trail after that.

  “Well, it wasn’t the same as me undressing you but there you go.”

  I winked at her, “Now you can sit down Diego, take a load off.”

  He reluctantly did as he was told. He sat his bare ass on the plush carpet leaning his back against the front of the couch. I took a deep breath and kneeled directly in front of him. We were eye to eye when I spoke.

  “I got good news and bad news, which do you wanna hear first?”

  Diego’s nostrils flared before he spit in my face. The sudden spray of saliva caught me off guard and my head jerked back in reaction to the liquid assault. I couldn’t believe this nigga spit in my face, if it was one thing I wouldn’t tolerate was someone spitting in my face. In my book, that was grounds for death! He’s lucky I was in a good mood.

  “Alright, let’s skip the small talk, Sway hold him down, Dallas, Angelique hold his legs open…wide.”

  My loyal crew jumped to attention, all three of them posting up at their designated spots. Angelique held Diego’s hairy right leg, Dallas held his furry left leg, and Sway sat down on the sofa behind him lock
ing his head in a holice style chokehold.

  My half-naked hostage struggled to free himself but without the use of his hands, it was pointless. Plus, Sway had his thick forearm and bulging bicep wrapped around Diego’s neck like a noose. Angelique and Dallas held his wiggling legs with both hands, stretching them a part in a wide V shape.

  “I would not wanna be you right now, this shit is gonna hurt!” I waved the hammer side to side.

  “Urrggghh sssssss d d dddd don’t du tttthhess eeeee!” Diego struggled to speak under the pressure of Sway’s strong arm.

  I looked between his legs and didn’t see what I was searching for. The cream shirt he wore was acting like a blanket, covering up the family jewels. I undid the last four buttons and swept the two flaps aside revealing the hidden package. I was staring at the place where I had originated from. One dick, two balls, and one sweaty ass Mexican were all laid out before me. Now, I’m not gay, and I haven’t touched another man’s dick before, BUT, I would make an exception tonight. I lifted Diego’s pinkish tan penis up and placed it on his upper thigh. Because he was sitting on the floor, his juicy testicles were resting comfortably on the carpet. They looked like two hairy albino plums.