"Ooo Rrrr OrR Aaaaa nuurg aaraa RraAAaAA!! Ooooo RRaA GRrR!!"
"Right." I say to Adam. "oRr Rrrr orR aAhH Ooooo!!" he frowns looking down at his feet. His whole face is shaggy. I look at him and put my hand on the table between us. "You ok?"
"Ooo grR Uuuuu GGrr oRrRrR!!" he beats his chest. "Ooo gRr Orr ORRRrR GrRr araaaa!!" he grips my hands. "ORR GgRR nuurg AHH arraaa!!"
I look at his eyes and he is crying, they swell with big teardrops. "Ooo Rrrr Orr RaAa Ooo Gggg oRR aHHH UuhhHHHH aaraaaa Gggg" he clenches my hand. "Ooo GGrR nuurg aHh oRr Aaaaa!!" he coughs. "Ooo GRRr oOrRrr!!"
I blink. I feel like that's all I can do.
Are these imp vowels? Zombie language? Because they are dead. Is the dying voice talking to me? I sigh knowing the answer but i can't understand. His eyes get bright, "OrR gRrR nuurg aHHH Ooooo!!"
"Yes..." I say.
"oRR rOoO!!" his hand loosens. "raA Ooooo rrAa grR Gggg RRaaaaAaaA Rrr Rrrr oRR AhHh ara rrAA raA!!"
I nod. His spirit is so... off. "OrR GRRR nuurg ahHhh Ooooo!!""
He looks towards the back door, "OrR GRRR nuurg ahHhh Ooooo!! Ooo Rrrr ORR AaHhh!! Ooo Gggg GRRrRrrR!!" He swings his arm at the door. "Rrrr ORr aAHHHHHHhH!! He stomps to me and Sam appears in a puff of smoke. He's holding a shotgun and aims it above Adam's head. "Enough." he fires at Adam.
Sam puts the gun to his side, "He stole my greens. He ate one of the slaves. Next is Cydney." he reloads the gun. "I just want us in the house."
"Ok..."
"I love you." he blows me a kiss. "Bitch upstairs thinks I'm a slave for her. Never."
"Why are you doing this?"
He looks at the ceiling. "I didn't eat shit." he smiles. "Blood. That's why I have the hospital. Why suck off one hoe when you can have a brothel."
"The world is a brothel to you?"
"Yes."
"Wow..."
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This man thinks Earth is a whore house. Now that I have that information. I want to look around the house. When I woke up, I was in the basement.
I head down that way and look around. Its two trash bags in the corner of the basement, to the left. I jog towards them and it's heavy, that's all I notice is the weight, I drag it away from the bigger second trash bag. I open it up and fly back away from it. Inside is a dead white woman with no eyes and the inside of her skeleton is empty.
What's in the second?
I skip to the second bag and push it on the ground. The skeleton head inside pops out and rolls on the floor freely. Inside the bag, I peek, It's laundry. Everything is covered in shit. The man has a crumbled-up suit and tie.
I put my hand out, "Revive." I say and the word hits the skeleton in the face. "I shit in the bag. He stuffed me in here." says the top skull. "It's stinks. Oh, it's just bones."
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Growden." his skeleton jaw slacks. "The Growden. I hate vampires. Niggas, hoes, white bitches, small breast, and kids."
"But you love slavery?"
"I whipped my white son. I whipped my wife. I whipped a dog because i wanted to. But yeah..." his skull falls to the side. "I hate niggas. I hate cornrows, I hate afros, I hate..." he takes a moment to think. "I hate everything. I hate God. I hate fried chicken. I hate the color brown. If brown shit in a kitty turns white, then what the fuck? I hate everything. Now kill me. Oh, and a bitch named Harriet. I never met her. I just hate her."
"What killed you?"
"Sam and shit like. I ate shit. Like a muffin." his eyes become pink. The powerful glow encases the hole of the eyelid. "Because of slaves! I had sex with 9 black women. I have black kids. I hate it." his pink glows views me. "Listen, on a cell phone, Jumon, Dominique, Ghalen, Tijani, Fedarius, Earnell, Oday, and Clip."
The soul leaves, and the eyes are devoid of color. "That's interesting. Which one is my sister?" I turn to the stairs to see Sam. "My name is Babu. I don't remember my slave name."
"Clip?"
"Nah, I used it but no."
"Jumon."
"Last year."
"Federius?"
"I took it. His body in the trees."
"What is it?"
:"Sam! Asambosam!" he smiles with his fangs glistening. "Get it? Dumb bitch." His body moves quickly out the door. Almost as if he's jumping away from me. My hand goes to my stomach. "Nikki! I never had one of them!" he yells. I hear the ugliest cackle like a squirrel or chinchilla . "mtu akiona kiu, na aje kwangu na anywe."
It's high-pitched, almost like a female. "Ninyonyeshe jamani!"
What is happening?
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I sit in the living room. With Sam rubbing my ear lobes. "I'm hairy." I look at him in the corner of my eyes. "It's about 16." he pinches my ears. "I made a man suck me off but... I prefer women. I think it's wetter."
"Let me get rid of the kids." I say.
"Surely, I hate them." he relaxes and put his right leg over his left knee. "Can I confess?"
"Sure?" What could it possibly be? "Sometimes," he looks away shyly. "When she sleep. I put my dick on her face and she licks me."
"You put your penis in her mouth while she's sleep?" I'm astonished. He nods. "The bitch doesn't choke, so I dig in it. Her neck snapped." he brushes his hand against my face. "I like it. You wanna try?" I look at the torn carpet. A roach slides on the fabric. It just slid from under the couch, and now it's walking on the carpet, and it slides again in circles. Another roach appears, bigger than the first, and it jumps on the second to start eating him alive.
"When I was a young african. I had a pet roach and I called him Kyle." he pokes his lips out. "So I had a roach named Kyle and he had the soul of an elephant. He was one of those big jaimaican Roaches." he snaps his fingers. "Uh, um, Haitian cockroach. No, what is it, fucking..." he snaps his finer excitedly in front of my face. "Blaberus!" he yells. "Fucking pokemon, Blabasaurus!"
"Damn." I say bored. "Guess what i did." he smiles, leaning his left hand in his cheek. "What?"
"Guess!" his eyes get dark. Solid black circles, "This is how Florence talks."
"What about Masika?"
"Actually," his face avoids me. "That's Tanya's baby. Because like I got her pregnant. I could start being superman with the first child. But no she got her mama genes and you see she can't put on makeup, so she half retarded."
"Oh..." it gets worse. "I tired."
"To love her?" I guess.
"Rape."
Please stop talking to me like we best friends. "I was." he mops. "You think I'm a pedophile?" he licks his lips.
"Yes-"
He pulls out a different gun from pure darkness. "Lakini unanipenda sawa."
I look off to the side, "What language is that?"
"Msichana, hujawahi kusikia Kiswahili." the gun clicks. "I really need my dick sucked."
I'm hyperventilating. What is wrong with him? "I'm acting." he sets the gun to the side. "I wouldn't shoot you. Bitch, call me Denzel Washington."
"Do you..." I look around the room. "Do you like Denzel Washington?"
"Steal that nigga soul." he smirks.
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Act like you care. That's the easiest way.
I have to get the kids out. At least that will save them and give him his wish. He hates the children, and they think of Shit. I'd be doing them a favor.
I go to the kitchen and it's empty. I get me a bowl and summon the rest of the ingredients. I need sugar, measuring cups, and tablespoons. Maybe 2 tablespoons.
I put the mix on the stove. I hitch my breath at a conjured thought. I look at my hand. I look at the burners on the stove. I hold my hand towards the stove and blow air from my lips. "Fire!" I say and every burner lights by the word. "Low, low, low." I whisper. The heat dies down and the water bubbles. "Too high..." I pout. This is the caramel topping. I slowly mix while my nerves kick my ass.
My shoulders are tense. The water is hot and mix a tint have brown. I splash in a tablespoon of hot and put a top over the pot to let it sizzle. Swirl it around with the lid on and take the caramel off the burner.
Am I rushing? My forehead is hot and vision like I've just been in a fire.
That's my topping. Now... what do I do next?
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The Next day, I had a bowl of cereal. Sam was behind me rubbing his fingers. I need Google Translate. "So, I have to tell you something." he blows me a kiss, and honestly, I'm sick of it. "Cydney ate shit and she obsessed with you. But we love each other--not really. I sold her for money because she needed a pimp to own her so badly. It is I, dear girl. But I wasn't always a pimp. I'm African." His eyes spread. I believed in Jesus and thought Jesus was God, but I later learned that Jesus is a person. Abner is a person, too. Poor white people are obsessed with God and nonsense."He blinks at me.
"Cydney has cvery low IQ. You technically have 400." he points at me. "Listen to me!" he snaps his fingers. "Stupidity is a sin and God's virtue is Faith." I avert my eyes for a minute. "I think that is what an Imp is. Imps have about 25 to 50; maybe less, But what I'm trying to say is neurological. Her cognitive ability is damaged terribly because if her diet. Yes," he blocks me with his hand, "She has a shit diet. So., her asshole disappeared and she couldn't shit at all." His voice quickens, "She started bleeding from the eyes. It looks like mascara."
"Damn." I act.
"Yeah! It's stressful." he stares at me. His pink hues are out. "I fucking hate her stupid ass. So, I'm not happy where I am. I thought I could love a bitch. I mean, I use to hustle. My old nigga name is Zaccheo, Constantine Tucker, um..." He leans in his left fist. "I got niggas."
"I..." This is so awkward. "Again, Cydney is retarded and her name is Torielle."
"Torielle?"
"Or Serafina." he rolls his eyes. "Maybe Quetta. She has illnesses. Like, she told me that she has Malaria. And Mumps. It's mass infection from shit." he smiles. "Go hrough the garden. Make it out."
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I've been here five days. Or more and it's terrifying.
I have my room in this horror at least. For now. I have o get the kids out of here. I touch my stomach. I'm so scared. Why did he get me pregnant? He said he didn't eat shit.
Now I'm so stressed, I can't stop thinking about Nancy. I'm sulking, what happened to my husbands?
I hear a knock on the door. "Are you teaching?" Asks Nyama. He's completely naked and breathing heavily. "I can tomorrow." I can't smile or anything looking at him. He's covered in sweat. "Ass whopping?" I question just to kill the tense. "No." he huffs. "I got raped."
"Nyama!" I get up from bed. "Come here. Let me check you!"
"Be quiet!" he yells. He grabs his arm and turns his head down. "I'm fine. Just teach us about the seasons."
"No!" I skip to him. "Come here..."
"I'm fine!" he runs out of the room. "Nyama!" I go outside the door and a knife pokes me. "What the fuck!" My eyes are wide as I back away from the weapon. Cydney looks different, her left eye is two times bigger and her right eye is cockeyed. She has no lips and reeks of bile. "Don't you touch him!"
"Nyama said he was raped!" I yell. "I don't know!" she shouts. "'I don't even like it!"
"You raped your son?"
"Stay away from him!" she cuts my face and thrust the knife my way. "STOP!" I shout and her backbeats against the wall. "You are a bitch! Your mother is a bitch! Your grandmother is a bitch!" she spits. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"I hate everything!" she slashes the knife across my face. I hop to dodge and lift the floor beneath. She trips over the ledge emerging from the floor. "You still doing the nastiest shit! You're own son!"
She floats up to her feet. "I don't care." her eyes glow red as she comes to her toes. "You think you're so much better." she titters as she brings her hands to her chest dearly. "At least God loves me."
"What does God look like?" I squint.
She sighs, "He's big. Very masculine. With blonde long hair and green eyes. He has massive lips that he uses on me." She stares at me. "Adam and Eve were naked." she starts crying. Blocking her mouth with her hands. "God loves me!"
"Ghetto..."
Everything in the hallway cracks under the light pressure of wind. Cydney trips again over a crack near her foot. "God..." she retorts. "Is in love with me!"