Yoc is this grotesque mangled thing. I don't promote the mockery of angels. In the ghytto, it is a body. Any soul can take it but it takes a great evil too. It's not an angel and Aleigha's coven, his house, is the House of Angels.
It's a contradiction on his person or dead body.
"I want… a baby." his voice is very croaky. This man gets paid for making these guard dogs. "Well you got a baby. Give it a name."
I'm holding this nasty thing. When this thing breeds the kin is ugly. There isn't a term for baby's born from a mangle. I call them Nips. It has a short snort, no ears, and the left side of it's mouth is cut like a cleft palate attached to the left eye. It can't see and the bitch can't walk. It has it's hands where it's legs should be.
Yoc has his arms open, "Give me…"
"Ok…" I hand over the fucking mistake of god's creations. Yoc looks at the deformed baby with a loving smile. The kid is quiet. "Mine." he cuddles the newborn. "Name him…" he looks at me. "Uh…" Why me? "Lysander?"
"Lies." Why bother? "I will call him Lies." says Yoc. He cradles his child. "That's your 8th child, my boy." Adonijah is so sickening. This is a repeat and remember little by little everyday. "I have to do something about the antichrist." Adoniajah notes to himself and leaves the room. "More!" Yoc holds his kid and drags Joella off the floor. "More babies!"
"GET OFF OF ME!" she thrashes and fights. Yoc unclenches his jaw for his tongue to wrap her neck. "Bow to me…"
Her movements are slowing and Yoc places her limp frame over his shoulder. "I want more babies. More bodies."
"Do what you gotta do Yoc…" I glare at the voice I heard. Fucking Wayo. He's a five feet seven fifteen year old. He hangs around the thing like it's his brother. Young niggas ain't changed they ways after the curse. They act like it's a dream over here.
"So, what y'all think finna happen to that girl?" Wayo brings up. I roll my eyes. "Me personally. She could be a wife."
"What the fuck did you just say? You caramel colored toilet?" Wayo has all these black marks and scars across his body. Why do I call him toilet? The boy doesn't have good sense. As if he doesn't know what he does. When I found him, he was living in the sewers with a busted bed and used a barrel for fire.
He stinks everyday.
"The antichrist should be a wife! Of jesus! That's how the rest of the bitches got here." he says.
"I'm fucking thirteen…" adds Uma. Uma is 13, she's a small anorexic Muslim. Her mama is African. Worst of all she stopped reading her Quran. It matters to me.
I wish I had died before this and been completely forgotten. I don't worship the virgin Mary but a lot of women use her for comfort.
Joella isn't old enough to be a wife. Nor was she. This is insanity.
"I think it's safe. If all bitches get married to one man they ain't gotta worry about fuck niggas beatin' them up. You know what I'm saying?"
"You know, it's over. I don't have to be here."
Uma is a mid wife. The system in this 'church' is fucked up. Honestly, I'll be damned if I let Cedrica be a part of it.
Soon after Uma leaves, Ferness comes running in. He grabs my arm. "She's missing!" he alerts me through his teeth. "And Karolina said Jia's dead!"
"I know…" I'm so emotionless about it. "Why didn't you tell me?" he punches me in the gut; I don't bend. "She died twice!"
"I can't cry for every fucking soul in here--"
"And why we here!" he fumes. What am I supposed to do? I can't do no more. "God I fucking hate you! What the fuck happened to you Lu?" Ferness narrows his eyes at me. "You such a weak ass nigga."
"Fern, don't do me like that. I'm sorry, eventually this shit has to end."
"Goddamn it, Shuja is in a bath with liquor!" he stomps. "You remember the fucking plantation! Don't you remember the tubs, full of fucking lean and now that nigga is in a tub of liquor! I'm talking brandy!" he slaps his right hand in his left palm. "It's actually a homemade spirit." I correct him. "Fern, get off my back."
"You fucking emo…"
I sigh and walk away from him. He yells at me either way. "I told you the girl is missing!"
"Missing?"
I stop in my tracks as Adonijah comes from outside. "The antichrist is missing?" we share a gaze. "Go find her. Before she wrecks havoc."
"I'm so sick of you!" Zanna is in the kitchen. "She's a baby!"
"Shut up. What she yo daughter now?"
"I fucking hate living here!"
"But you stay…" he tells her. "Why?"
"I'm stamped and you now that!"
"Then BOW…" Zanna's legs wiggle as the force of magic make her knees bend and hands stick to the floor. Adonijah faces me, "Go find the little bitch. I got payments shifting in Texas."
"You're leaving?"
"If I step out this church I ask you all to behave. Don't be retarded." he walks towards me. "I except you to hold the fort. Shuja is sleep, be gay all you want but don't damn yourself."
.
.
.
I'm alive. Unbearably so.
The moment I hear feet I crawl to the side of the church out of sight. "Bitch got a baby and I got another on the way… WHO THE FUCK PARK ALL THESE DAMN CARS OUT HERE!"
It's Adonijah, sounds like a regular grumpy old man. "I'm so sick of you fucking niggas doing what you please. One day my ass is gon die and imma see from the depths how y'all do without me." he hollers.
For all the good lord knows it could be today. I peek over the wall and pushes the cars out the way. A black thin smoke mimics hands that shove the cars. Oy of nowhere a limo drives on the dirt. Adonijah marches to the limousine with his hands in pockets. I retreat further back to the yard. Once I hear the limo pull off with screeching tires. I go to the front door and Lucant is standing there.
"Well, that didn't take long at all…" I stand there with my fist balled. "Get in this church." he bends his head to the building.
I walk slow to the church. I walk in and lay my eyes on Zanna on the floor. "What are you doing?"
"Baby I'm down." she says. "Somebody come take this shit off me!"
"You supposed to pray…" says a girl with sloppy purple makeup. "Ain't nun wrong with asking God questions."
"Mackie shut the fuck up!" she snaps at her.
"The old man went to Texas. We got time by ourselves."
"I don't wanna be like this all damn day!" Zanna barks. I go to her and lay my hand on her shoulder. Lucant comes and pulls me away. I look at him, "Why?"
"She's on punishment." he pulls me. "Leave her alone before you get in trouble."
"This is the shit I mean!" I catch Ferness pulling his pants up. "You act like you scared or somethin' of that old bitch!"
"It's not about that." Lucant sneers. He pushes Zanna on the floor. "Just stay put and it'll be over."
"What did she do?" Why should I ask? "She was trying to help me in the hole! She's not in trouble for that!"
"Stop yelling at me." he shakes my arm. This nigga is childish. "Go to the room and lay down." he points to the backrooms.
"Ah shit, if Adoni left his ass in charge, we finna struggle like a bitch." says a black boy with his lip cut. "Y'all! He left Lu to parent!"
"Ah fuck!" I hear a female not in the room.
"Hey, Lu. Get we get some extra blood? Maybe a blanket too?" says a nigga sitting on a mattress. "Why?" Lucant sweats. "Why you need a blanket?"
"He's probably cold!" I yell.
"I ain't got no blanket…" he lifts his shoulders.
"Then you don't get one. I want everybody in a room."
"I swear to God you got multiple souls or some shit!" Ferness exclaims. "Beds in heads!" He licks his lips. "Heads in beds! I don't wanna hear a word, a crack, a bump, a fart--"
"We can't even fart on punishment." says Mackie.