Kangenpin chirps and leaps on the ceiling. "Well, there's nothing I can do with burnt pieces of meat. At least I have you." she gazes at me with a smile. "What's your name?"
"Jennifer?"
"Stop lying. You look familiar. You look like Yawa."
I don't but my mother was pretty much a savage in the face. I look like a reincarnation of my dad.
My head pounds in the temple.
/Tails/
Huh?
"I don't forget it."
"What don't you forget?"
"Cannibalism…" says Klara. "I feel like I have to tell the truth. This isn't my body. When I was in school I was Florence P. James. The P is for Patience. Darlene changed her name again," she looked to the side. "Eugenija. I like it but… I'm confused. Are you Yawa's daughter?"
"No."
"I think you are… was he a good dad?"
I don't answer that. "I wanted him to get me pregnant. I'm her cousin slash best friend. Darlene loved Chauncey. I wanted a baby. You think I'm sick?"
Yes. "She wanted a nigga, I wanted a nigga baby. She was like we can share Chauncey. I didn't want Chauncey, then had a brother. I didn't fuck with it. I looked at Yawa. I thought I was cute, I definitely looked better than Darlene. She had a nose up to her forehead. Like goddamn no nigga wants you."
What is happening?
"I wrote a letter to your father. I told him, I think you have the biggest dick in school. He never wrote me back. You remember me?"
"No."
"Thank God I kept Darlene around, Thank God she loves sucking dick for favors." she grins. "I'm back, child."
"I don't know you."
"Siana?"
"Who?"
"I use to do your hair all pretty. You were meant to be my child. I told Yawa I loved him, such a stubborn dog.
"I don't know--"
"I'M YOUR FUCKING MOTHER!"
I'm not white! "That's a fake tan!"
"It's a werewolves' pelt! Her name was Dania, one of your aunts or Yawa's bitches. Why did you run?"
My mind is blank. "You shouldn't play with boys. Are you pregnant?"
"No…" why the fuck would I be?
"See, those bitches in the kennel wanted you to be like them. I heard how they spoke to you, you are not a whore Mokiri. You are a beautiful black child."
Ok.
"You can take this fucking world and burn the shit out of it. Let no one stop you. Fuck what they say." Alrighty then. "Because they wanted you to bend over. Wallie, no," she bends on her knees. "Mokiri. I've been picking out a new name for you. Natali Paige, how's that sound?"
"I'm not changin'--"
"YES YOU ARE!" she boost from her knees. "I'm trying to protect you! I already picked out schools, colleges. Your about 18 now, so when you graduate, you will go off and be a fashion designer. You like that?"
I'm shook. "People need clothes, you need the right tutor and I was thinking we would discuss it together."
Somebody.
"I couldn't talk to your father about it. He's so hardheaded." she shakes her head. He's dead! "How about a private school in Russia? I even got you a nice husband to marry."
"I'm not a fucking sims character!"
"we are away from him. We can live our lives, Mokiri."
"That's not my name!" Who the fuck is Okra? "Do you know Okra? Are you working with her?"
"The handicap girl? I helped her with homework when I was going to school. She's nice… she has multiple personalities though. So I choked her in a bathtub."
White people just need to seat down. They need to stay still! "I took care of her, like a mother. I took care of you like a mother. You were a good baby. I didn't try and raped you." her words are tender but she's clearly unstable. "I wanted you to be clear of them. Mokiri your father would have turned you into one of his bitches. Jose's note a pedophile. I told him to watch you."
"What?"
"Back at the kennel. I planned it all. Mokiri you have an injury from being in the kennel. I recused you."
"I'm not a fucking shelter dog!"
"I know!" she nods. "That's why I paid to have it removed. You can be reborn inside of me."
"By you eatin' me!"
"It's fine, baby. If I eat you, your soul is safe with me. Just like Kangenpin and Opanice, they're your siblings."
I am… an african american. I am… a black woman. I am a ghetto dog, I am my father's child. I am the last standing Gains right now.
"You are a family."
"You are smoking! Something dangerous as hell! I mean, goddamn, you have got to stop! Do you hear you?"
"Are you calling me crazy?" she grimaces. "Don't call me crazy."
"You are. Step one, those is fake. Yo lip look like a fucking floaty for the pool. Yo hips look like a coat hanger, that blond shit in yo head is pass due. It stank in here. It is vicious. Seek help!"
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When I woke up, I was tied up to a table. I flex my wrist, the room has black walls and mounted human heads. There is a large white window to the right with red large curtains. And I'm strapped to a table.
What the fuck did I do to get here? Being a goddamn hoe. I cheated on Cents with a nigga. Cents wasn't bad but he was talking to me strange and shit. Like covert me to Islam not mortality. Fuck being human. I'm a vampire. This doesn't happen to vampires in movies. Fucking Bella didn't go through this; she had a werewolf best friend and Edward was… Edward.
What the fuck happened in Twilight? She had Nessie--I supposed to get pregnant not murdered. Lord help my black ass.
I'm crying with my eyes closed and I feel something wet against my forehead. "What the fuck…" I look up and scream. The only thing I see is a crooked jaw recreation of the little hand man from scary movie but this one is a hunchback troll with big ass lips in a butler suit. "You woke?"
"What the fuck is you?"
"What do you remember?"
"You ugly!"
"I'll get the master…" the troll walks away from me. "Hey!" I call him but he exits and squeezing pass him is Llewellyn. The mummy approaches the table. "Hi…" he ogles me. "Hi?" I should have said fuck you and do you do. Stupid ass mummified dead bitch. Llewellyn raises his hand and smacks the shit out of my cheek. "I've been waiting to do that?"
His head twitches back, he sticks out his tongue and gasps as his eyes roll to the back of his head. "That's right bitch! Have a seizure and die!" I squirm in the cuffs. His eyes land on me. "I'm Aleigha…"
"I don't care who the fuck you is!"
"You should." he speaks so calmly. "I'm barely holding it together."right
"And. Well, I guess you can't hold much cause mummies ain't got balls!"
"Clever…" his mouth cracks into a smile. "Give me my blood."
"I'm not having my period so you can eat my ass…"
"Ok." Aleigha lifts his hands and the cuffs shatter. He grabs my waist, pulling me towards him and his teeth claim my neck. Aleigha has my arm in his grasp. I can't move.
He breaks my right arm and releases my neck. Ripping off my shirt, Aleigha licks my stomach before sinking his teeth into me again. I scream, I feel like I'm going to faint. It's just fear.
"Because you can't feel anything…" his mouth drips with my blood around his lips. His eyes shimmer. "I got passion…" he glares at me and his long tongue swipes over the bloody bandages.
Aleigha stands up straight. "FIX!" he speaks and the shackles are around my wrist again. "I'll be back with a knife…"
My nerves say it's fine. But heart wants to stop.
I can see my organs.