Friday, January 22, 2010
Honestly, that night on the beach, I tried to run. However, sand, weed, meds and alarming news aren’t the best combination. In the days leading up to Marvin’s return, the girls assisted with the moving. Marco never came around, said he was busy. Always busy. The taxi man from New Kingston came around each day, said that he was sent by the big man and he was to take me anywhere I wanted to go. Marvin really send man to watch me? The house in Stony Hill was big. It had 4 levels, including a basement, 2 car garage, helper’s quarters, an entertainment floor. The basement remained locked and the key was nowhere to be found. The Lexus was covered in the garage. Miss Marcia was there, the helper. She said that other persons would come in from time to time to help clean the house and do the gardening. She didn’t have a key for the basement. I was shown my room, the largest by the looks of things, 2 walk in closets and all. There were several suitcases neatly packed in one of the closets. Miss Marcia said they were Marvin’s. Ok then. I settled in, in another bedroom. Marvin never came. He called and asked how I was doing. I was wonderful. I asked about the baby’s health and he said that the baby was wonderful. Nothing more was said. I only spoke to Marco over the phone. He was busy. I quit my job. Money aint a problem now. The hush money Marvin placed into the bank accounts increased. AIDS test done. Negative. Marco was still busy. I had a driver’s license, just didn’t want to drive. Up till now. This taxi business obviously a watchman thing. The car in the garage was not an option. I found a Western Union slip in it made out to Kelly. Lots of money. It was from Marvin, in England. I used a piece of tape and attached it to the windscreen then covered up the car. Marco was busy, always busy. I now had his number on speed dial.
I had to look for Paul as he would be able to solve my problem. Couple months ago I met Paul at JamRock. We quickly became friends. He was the manager of a car dealership. Paul previously worked in a senior position elsewhere. Then, he was always in the media promoting their products. The promotions sometimes included himself, the products and from time to time one of his boyfriends. It wasn’t really a secret to those with two eyes. Paul was a damn good team player. Just that he had a strong liking for younger men. He got jobs for them wherever he worked. They got good pay. Even when their stars stared to look dusty, he still kept them on. He was well liked and had close connections in the media. Everyone loved Paul, and Paul loved everyone. Here he was now, his own boss, next to the owner that is. I walked in and found Paul busy as a bee. We hugged and caught up on events over the past few months, minus the Marco’s name. He knew Marvin. He liked Marvin, a lot. Marvin didn’t know. Paul asked me what type of car I wanted and I told him something reliable and sturdy. He asked if I wanted Prince. I laughed. Prince was his current love. They have been together for several months. Prince resigned his post at another company and joined Paul at this dealership. He lived with his babymother and kids but still managed to keep Paul’s attention. Handsome, smooth talker, con artist. No Prince for me.
Asylum was packed the Friday. However, the girls and I were going to a dance at a club located along Hagley Park Road. We made plans to meet at a point. They wanted to pick me up, I told them not to bother, I would find my way. The day I returned from Paul I told Mr Watchman/Taxi Man that I wasn’t going on the road till next week so he didn’t have to come back until I called. He grumbled. Fuck you and your big man. Even when I pulled up beside them, the girls still didn’t recognise me until I called out to them from the van. They couldn’t believe it was me. Yeah, I took it up a notch, many many notches. Hairstyle – 10/10. Clothes – 10/10. Attitude – Hype. Sexiness – Overload. Paul and Prince were with me, Paul in the passenger seat, with a huge smile plastered on his face. He loved the excitement. We reached the dance about 2 a.m. The crowd had by now spilt over into the parking lot and the music was pumping. Some men assisted us in getting parking spaces. I called Marco. He was busy. Ok then. I opened the van door and climbed out of the Land Cruiser. The key dropped, purposely, and I bent down to pick them up, fully aware of the peek show the crowd was getting. Skirt, short. Draws, pure 100% string. Do I care? Nope. That was the point. Tonight was gonna be a fun night. The selector, Thunder, called out my name. I waved. Thunder never misses a beat and knew how to keep a dance going.
The girls and I were enjoying the music, chilling near the bar. Prince was laughing and speaking to that very colourful Deejay. Paul didn’t seem happy. Prince was giving the Deejay a slip of paper. What the fuck? Nope, not my business, my business was to keep the good vibes that the girls and I had that going on. Thunder came over. Not as ugly as Frassman, he had that strong handcart man thing going on for him. Not interested at all. Nope, don’t want no man who has been locked up twice for gun charges. One prison bud is more than enough for me. Thunder pulled closer and was whispering something in my ears, my poor ears. I saw several missed calls from a familiar number. Fuck that.
I was listening to the music. Thunder had stopped talking. Nope, he was talking. I just wasn’t listening to him. I looked across the room and my heart leaped. I saw Mr. Watchman/Taxi Man way across the room and there He was beside him. He was over there looking at me. Looking at us. My chest got tight, I felt a bit of a chill. His eyes were on me, but He was saying something to the girl whose back was to me. He was laughing. The girl was laughing. He was still looking at me. What was He doing here? Yeah, I should be angry with him. Fuck should have, I WAS ANGRY. He was no fucking good. What if I told the girls everything, no edited version, what would they say. I know what they would say. Fuck him. I had my life to live. He was a mean, cold hearted son of a bitch. I suppose that Thunder was still whispering or whatever as He was still beside me. Mr. Watchman/Taxi Man started moving towards us and He grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him back. I was not going through this excitement again on a Friday night. No rass way. I was looking straight into those eyes. I remembered the feeling I had when we first met. I thought of his treatment of me. Fuck him. I rolled my eyes and turned around. I was looking in the mirror behind the bar. Thunder was beside me moving his dry lips and then walked off. Fuck Thunder. I was concentrating on those eyes that were on the other side of the room, behind me, staring into the mirror, into my eyes. The girl was still talking to him. She moved closer to him and stroked his shoulder. I saw him wink. I opened my mouth as if to say something. I was still looking in the mirror, music blaring, the crowd moving. But as far as I was concerned, He was the only other person in the club. It was then that He placed a finger to those sensuous lips and winked. He winked at me! Oh fuck. Though my heart was racing, I knew that something was gonna happen, something had to happen. Looking into Marco’s eyes, I knew that he was bad news, but as of tonight, he was gonna be my bad news. And it felt so good.........
(to be continued)
*Article written by Belly Bang*
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