Thug Jail Brother (Part 43)
MEMO TO SELF: Want the Truth Ask Ms. Sheba…

As I set in my chair and read Malek’s letter, I cried so hard that the paper that he wrote it on was drenched with my tears and the ink was smeared. I felt like such a fool, he tried to tell me that his grandparents raised him and I would not listen. I should have let him explain, but know I listened to everyone else and pushed him away. Malek never told me about all that he went through as a child, I want to find his damn father and whip his ass. My love for Malek is even greater now and I think I understand what makes him tick. I need to meet his sister Sharon, what an inspiration she is, no little girl or boy should ever go through this kind of shit. What kind of fucked up person would do some shit like this? Poor Malek, now I see why he does not trust people, my baby is wounded. I wish he was here so that I could just give him a hug and let him know that I love him. I have read the letter three times, but I can’t get pass Sharon’s story; every time I get here I lose it. As I head to the bedroom to continue reading the letter, I start crying again uncontrollable; I crawled up in a ball and cry myself to sleep.

A few hours later, I wake up with the letter still in my hand and I look at the clock, damn I am running late. The alarm clock goes off and I jump in the shower and that is when it hit me that I don’t really like hurting other people.  I owe Malek an apology for how I treated him, I was hurting and I wanted him to hurt. I want to inflict pain on him and I did, all his life people have been hurting him and I did the same thing and what I did to him was cruel and unjust punishment. I sat on the shower floor while the water is still running and I cried like a baby.  I was crying for Malek’s fucked up childhood, I crying for his sister Sharon, everything just slapped me in the face and I am crying and asking God why me lawd and I get no answer.  As I was sitting on the shower floor having a pity party, I swear, all of a sudden I hear a voice say, Jason it is all going to work out, you need to go get some help. I turn around and look to see who is talking and no one is there. Shit, I jump up off that shower floor and got my ass dressed and got the hell out of that house in a record breaking five minutes. Shit that dude then left a spirit up in my house I am going to have to call the New Orleans Princess to do an exorcism. Maybe, I will have to invite Ms. Sheba to work her magic on this damn house. Shit, I am going to get some fresh sage to burn around the house tonight and get some of these spirits out of here. As I drive to the office so many thoughts are going through my mind. Will Malek ever forgive me, did I go too far this time and should I call him now. As I dial his number, I lose my signal, is this a sign, is God trying to tell me something?

I pull up to the office and run into the door for my meeting, knowing that I am late and that Mac D the President of the company is here for the meeting. When I get in the office the receptionist tells me that everyone is in the conference room and that they have been looking for me. I give her my bag and run into the conference room and Mac D said I am glad you could join us Mr. Alexander. I say sorry I am late, traffic was bad, he then says, Jason you are fired. I was like, whatever, as much shit that I have been through over the last week, I really don’t give a fuck. Just before I open my moth to tell him to kiss my azz, Mac D said that Ms. Sheba will be taking your place and now, you are rehired and you will be taking Lora Michael’s place, you are now in charge of this entire office. Lora will be transferred to the New York office and let me make this clear, I have no tolerance for sexual harassment, none what so ever. Jason I want you to meet with Malek Dupree and do whatever it takes to make this go away and I do mean whatever it takes. Mac D then congratulates me and Ms Sheba and says Ms. Sheba I need you to keep working your magic, KA PAW. We all fall out laughing and then he says I have a plane to catch, I am off to LA for the awards show.

I walk back to the office and I give Ms. Sheba a big ass hug and congratulates here for her promotion and she does the same. Ms. Sheba says, so I guess I got to call you Mr. Alexander now, I tell her to kiss my ass. I tell her to sit down and close the door because we got to talk. Ms. Sheba, I went to the football game on Saturday with Ahmad and girl I found out his ass is married with kids. His wife said I guess you got a new boy toy and I ran up out of that place, like a runaway slave. There you go running again, you should have told that bitch, suck your dick dry and save the nut for her husband. Well that is not the end of my weekend, went to the mall and ran into Mr. Ed, not that little escort boy, hey him and he took me to lunch and came home and we fucked.  Are you a damn fool or what Jason, why in the hell would you have in back in your house.  I thought you got enough the other night, your ass almost got killed, yeah and I thought I was going to get killed for sure this time. While we where fucking, I hear the front door open and I was like oh lawd not again and I look up it was Malek.  Well I kept on fuck with Mr. Ed and Malek stood watching and crying and then he left.  Oh Jason that was ugly, you got too much shit going on and you know shit stinks and shit draws flies. Well let me finish the story, I finish with Ed and put his ass out and I go in the kitchen and I find a letter from Malek with two dozen roses and a bottle of Champaign. What the letter say Jason as she sits on the edge of the chair. Here read it for yourself, Ms. Sheba takes the letter and say, damn it is all wet what you do waste something on it. She starts reading the letter and her eyes get glassy, next thing I know Ms. Sheba is sobbing like she then lost a family member.

She reads on and say baby boi is fucked up and I understand why cause his whole damn family is fucked up. Grandma always said the fruit don’t fall far from the tree, Jason go to the car and get my Glock 38 cause I am going to go hunt Malek’s father down. How his as going to be fucking with kids, shit I will go to jail for this kind of shit, where his ass live. We need to do a drive by or something, cause this just ain’t right, as she wipes the tears from her eyes. This is fucked up, poor Sharon, she is better than me cause I would shot his ass, cut his balls off and stuffed them in his mouth and let his ass choke to death. Don’t play with Mama’s kids, oh hell no, now give me some tissues, cause I ain’t trying to mess up my makeup this Mac Studio Finish SPF 35 concealer, is too expensive. As she reads on she says, oh lawdy, you did not tell me that Malek is positive. Say what? The next thing I remember, I am laying on the floor and Ms. Sheba slapping the shit out of me talking about are you all right.  Hell no, I am not okay; I think your ass then broke my damn jaw. I repeat it again, Malek is what, are you sure and I was about to go out again. Ms. Sheba said, now, now get your ass together cause Mama can’t be breaking her nails trying to pick your ass up off the floor again. I sit in the floor and just lose it, how did I miss that part, I was so caught up with the rest of the letter I missed that part. No, Oh God, not my baby, please say it ain’t so, Ms. Sheba says well we can’t do that just yet honey, cause his ass then flunk the test.

What am I going to do, Ms Sheba said now is that a question, cause I got some thoughts but I need to know if that was a question first. You know I got some opinions so you have to tell me when you are asking me a question. Once again is this a question, yes, it was a question; well honey, this boy is fucked up in the head and you just don’t know who is going to show up. It may be time for you to cut him loose and move on baby. I love him and I want to be with him no matter what, I can’t leave him like this. First, did you love his no good ass when he was negative, I answer yes. She says then you ought to be able to love that no good, lying ass, using ass, punk ass, confused ass, half straight ass, half gay ass bitch, now that he is positive. If you love someone you love them through sickness and health, as much as it pains me to say this, then you should be able to love him now. But his being positive is not the issue, you guys have not been getting along and his ass, his ass is confused and he then lied to you over and over and over and over, wow I’m dizzy. You could take this time to do like folks use to tell Forest Gump, run Forest, run…

To Be Continued…

Malek Ariel, aka MA

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