Episode 14

              SHY

Shy walk into his room and locks the door, he goes into his box and pulls out a scrap piece of paper with Thunders number on it.

“Why isn’t he answering?” Shy says to himself.

He thinks about his sister being so brave and his mother actually caring about Itt to go look for him.  He grabs a pair of sneakers and put them on.  When he walks outside of his bedroom door he trips and falls on his face. He looks up and it is his brother Ryan. Ryan is 14 years old and is the
practical joker of the house. 

Shy picks himself up and looks at his brother.  Ryan is laughing
hysterically.  “You know what I really don’t have time to deal with you right now,” Shy said.

“Can I go with you?” Ryan asks.

“No, it might be dangerous,” Shy answered.

“Well, who’s gonna protect you?” Ryan said being a smart ass.

“Agh!” Shy looked at Ryan and continued out the house.

Once outside, Shy sees his mother and sister.  “Hey, wait for me!” Shy yelled.

He runs to catch up with them unto a figure runs right in front of him, facing him head on.  It was the guy that pushed Shy that was on the video that is now is circulating on youtube.

“Wassup, punk?” the guy said while he pushed Shy in the chest.

Shy stumbles backwards, but he doesn’t fall. 

“Don’t you know how to fight?  Or are you one of those flower boys?

Shy tries to walk around the guy but he kept stepping to each side that Shy was trying to pass.

“I don’t want any trouble”, Shy said extremely scared.

PUNCH! The boy punches Shy in the face and Shy stumbles to the cement. Shy jumps up off the ground and put his hand on each of the boys shoulder and knees him in his crouch. The boy bends over in agony “AGHHHHHHH! You pussy!” the boys yells.

“Leave him alone!  Pick on somebody your own size?”

Her arms grab the boy and shook him.  “What’s wrong with you?  You gon let that boy take you like that?”  She turns from the boy and slaps Shy.  “Don’t you ever touch him again.”

Carla from a distant turns and witnesses this average sized strange lady handling her son.  She runs in Shy direction, which was 5 houses down, and grabs the lady by the neck, wraps her arms around her until she surrendered and fell to the ground. Carla puts her left knee on the ladies chest and the weight of Carla pins her to the ground.  “If you touch him again I swear foe God I will kill you!” This is the very first time that Carla has ever had a physical altercation and she felt like a tiger. Brandy is in aw of what she sees what her mother is capable of.

“Call your dad, Thomas!  Call Thunder!” the lady told her son.

“THUNDER?!” CARLA AND SHY said shockingly.

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                         TRACY

Tracy hangs the phone up immediately after Jon’s threat.  His heart is racing.  He gets up from his desk and runs to the bathroom.  Inside the bathroom he paces and tries to figure what will he do?  He goes into his pocket to get his cell phone and realize he left it at his desk.  He leaves the bathroom to head back to his desk and sees Beth on his cell phone.

“Who was that?”  Tracy asks.

“It was Jon Capt, the president of the company”, Beth answered.

“Well, what did he say, Beth?”

“It was just ringing so much that’s the only reason I picked it up.”

“What did Jon say, Beth?”

“I really didn’t mean to pick it up”, Beth said.

Tracy knew that Jon must have said some horrible things.  He gets his phone and leaves the building.  He dials an abortion clinic and they are booked for any appointments. He calls information for some other clinics and none of the clinics will service him.  He gets in his car and drives to a clinic outside of town, and once they heard his name Tracy Johnson they told him that they can’t service him. ‘Jon paid these clinics to blacklist me’ he thought to himself.  He starts to pound his fist on the steering wheel in rage. AGHHHHH!!!!!!  I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM!!!!!! Tracy breaks down and his face is flooded with tears. 

He drives to a rough part of town and parks his car near a playground.  He walks over to the basketball court and asks to play. 

The guys tell him ‘next game’.

“No, I’m playing in this game”, Tracy demanded.

“Look man, woman, whatever the hell you are, we said next game”, one of the guy said and walked up on Tracy.

Tracy pushed the guy in his chest ‘Nigga, don’t walk up on me like that’.  Another guy walks up behind Tracy, “Dude, what’s your problem?” Tracy turns around and punches the guy in the face.  All of the guys rushed over and jumped Tracy.  He is down on the ground and not defending himself.  Tracy thinks to himself as he lays there getting beat ‘yeah beat this bastard out of me’.

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                          ITT

Let me go!! Who are you?! What do you want from me?!” screamed Itt

Thinking to himself ‘who are these people? Do these people think that I’m Shy? Is this something that his family is rapped up in? Could this be The Bosses doing?’ Let me go!” Itt yells and kicks.

Itt shouts “Where am I?” as he is thrown into a room his head still covered with a black velvet bag. “Let me go! Let me go!”

“Shut up kid” says a deep and unfamiliar voice as the bag is pulled from his head. He can now breathe freely but thinks the bag is still on his head because of the pitch black room.

After yelling and trying to loosen the ropes binding him suddenly the door flies open and Itt sees the outline of a Coca-Cola shaped woman approaching him.

“So this is little Itt?” says the woman’s voice

“Let me go!” yells Itt

The lights flicker on and as Itt’s eyes adjust to his surroundings, he sees that he is in the office of a warehouse. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“Little Itt all grown up, you have grown up to be quiet the trouble maker, haven’t you? Just like your father.” says Francesca

“My who? Father?” says Itt

Yes little Itt, your father, Charles Roman has been a pain in my families side for years and from what I hear the apple didn’t fall to far from the tree,” says Francesca

“My father?  The Boss is my father?”

“You didn’t know?  Wow this is interesting.  He has protected you since you were a baby.  He’s been taking care of you and your mother.  You didn’t know?” Francesca said.

“No.  Why wouldn’t he tell me?  And why did you kidnap me?” Itt asked.

“You don’t question me little boy.” Francesca said and walked closer to Itt. She grabs his cheeks.  “You are a handsome boy too.  I’ll say Charles did
good”.  She took a hard look at Itt. “You’re gay”, she said.

“Wha…what?” Itt said embarrassingly.

“Your daddy doesn’t like homosexuals.  He actually had a cousin killed because he was gay and didn’t want him in his family. So little Itt, the plot thickens,” Francesca Tagliano said and walked out of the room.

To Be Continued……..

Episode 13

                     STACY

Stacy collects her money off the dresser.  It was inside an envelope that was an exact replica of the one Itt had that she stole from him.  She though about her son, Itt, and wondered if she would ever see him again.  She walks out of the hotel room feeling of shame and filth.  Stacy is on her way to her station until she hears a voice from a distant.

“Stacy?!”

Stacy looks around and sees an old station wagon with a lady behind the steering wheel.  The woman looks familiar.  The lady gestures her arms to signal Stacy to
approach her.  Stacy is reluctant to go to the vehicle so the woman gets out of the station wagon.

“It’s me, Stacy.  Jackie!”

Stacy starts to shake and puts her trembling hands to cover her mouth and tears begin to gravitate strongly to the concrete.  She runs over to Jackie. ‘Jackie?’ she says with a low tone. “Jackie, Jackie, JACKIE!” she cries. They wrapped their arms around each other giving the tightest squeeze.  They both put their hands on each other face to see if the flesh is real.  Is the moment real?  They realize this isn’t a dream and they are really joyful to be reunited.  Jackie tells the two small children in the back of the station wagon to get out and meet their aunt.

“I can’t believe it’s you.  I didn’t know what happened after you left the home”, Jackie says.

Stacy looks at her little sister.  “You’re all grown up.  These are your children?” Stacy asks.

Jackie slightly pushes her children in front of her with her hands still placed on their back.  One at a time Jackie puts her hand on each kid and introduces them.

“This is Joey, he is four.  Say hi, Joey”, Jackie tells her son.

“This is Sarah, she is six years old tomorrow.  Isn’t that right Sarah?” Jackie says.

“I’m not six yet mom.  I’ll be six in……” Sarah says and starts to count on her fingers without coming up with the correct math she settles for ‘I’ll be six tomorrow’.

“How cute are they?  It’s nice to meet you Sarah and Joey.  My name is Stacy”

Sarah pulls on Jackie’s shirt to lower her to whisper in her mother’s ear.

“Mom, she smells.”

But Stacy heard Sarah and her feelings were hurt and Jackie can see it on Stacy’s face.  To ease the embarrassment Jackie says, ‘she a firecracker, she reminds me of you when we were little girls’.

“So yeah…” Jackie says and they stare momentarily at each other in awkwardness.

“Well I have to take the kids of their grandmas.  She is babysitting.  I have a job interview for this pastry restaurant that will be opening up. I interviewing for the management position”.

“Oh, that’s great.  What’s the name of the place?” Stacy asked.

“It’s called, ‘What’s The Skinny Pastries and Stuff’, this guy Robert Alejandro is focusing on healthy baked pastries, doughnuts, and things of that nature.  Here let me give you my number so we can talk.  I don’t wanna be late”, Jackies says and starts to write her number on a piece of paper.

“Ok, lil sis, I look forward to talking to you”, Stacy says sadly while holding the paper tightly in her hand.

With tears in her eyes, Stacy watches as her sister gathers her children and gets back in the station wagon and drives off.

Stacy thinks ‘What’s The Skinny Pastries and Stuff’ hmmm, I’m hungry’ she walks to a nearby café to have a light breakfast.

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                     CHARLES ROMAN THE THIRD

“Inmate 7563-3289, you have a visitor!” a guard yells.

The cell door unlocks and opens.  Charles Roman the Third walks to the visitor’s room and sits.  He looks up and is not shocked by his visitor that sits before him.  His face is fuming with rage and he doesn’t say a single word.

“So, I have him and he is safe for now.  We will continue to do what we have to, to get what is rightfully ours.  You can’t depend on that trader Tyrone as you have.  He has been working with us from day one.  He is disposable.  You know what your father has done and now it’s time to even the score.  So inform your men to discharge the north and west regions and you can have your boy back.  This is not negotiable,” Ms. Francesca Tagliano demanded.

“Guards!” Francesca Tagliano yelled as she lifted her 5 foot 10 inch, 140lb, curves like Jessica Rabbit body out the chair and walked to the exit.

Charles Roman the Third sat in his chair and punched the thick guarded glass until blood disintegrated from his knuckles.  He goes to the pay phone and places a collected call, ‘if you see Tyrone, execute him.  No questions.  Tagliano has Itt, do what you got to do.’

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                       SHY

“Where is Itt?” Brandy asks.

“Yeah, where is he, Shy? Carla asked.

“He went off with some guy that came from New   York”, Shy responded.

Carla gets out of her chair and walks rapidly to the front door.  She looks outside and don’t see Itt anywhere close. She starts to worry, remembering the stories that Itt has told them while he was in the hospital.  She tries the number they have been trying to reach Stacy on and the phone is still disconnected. 

“Shy, did he say what this person’s name was?” Brandy asks.  Out of all of the siblings Brandy is the closest to Shy.  She is a year younger than Shy but because he is so different she admires him and his bravery.

“No, he just said a friend from back home.  I thought it was okay.  You think something happened to him?” Shy said nervously.

“Don’t panic, just get some shoes on and let’s check the neighborhood. Was he driving?” Carla asked.

“I didn’t see a car or anything, ma,” Shy said.

Brandy and Carla both get their shoes on and Shy went up to his room.  They left thinking that he would catch up. 

Shy walks into his room and locks the door, he goes into his box and……………

TO BE CONTINUED

Episode 12

 

                         ROBERT/THUNDER

Thunder takes the subway to Robert’s Manhattan apartment.  As he stands on the stoop he looks up and sees how tall the building is and is amazed from where he came and that he is on his way up.  He thinks to himself ‘the sky is the limit’ all of his hard work has paid off. SPLASH!!!!  Someone poured a bucket of water on Thunder.  “What the
hell?!” He looks at his blue and white plaid shirt that is now drenched with water.  He looks back up and sees Robert hanging out the window.  “You gon stand there looking dumb, or were you gon ring the bell?  I figured you needed to wake up.  You were daydreaming.  I’ve been calling you for 5 minutes”.  The buzzer sounds and Thunder pushes the door open.  “I’ma kick your ass when I get up there!” Thunder yelled.

 

Thunder walks inside of the building and signs in at security.  While he lugs his bag towards the elevator his cell phone begins to ring. ‘Who could be calling me right now’ he scrabbles to reach in his pocket for his cell phone and just as he retrieves it out his pocket the elevator opens and the phone stops ringing.  He looks at the missed call, it reads ‘anonymous’ “What-eva”, he says and steps into the elevator.  He pushes number 12 and the elevator door closes.  Thunder thinks to himself ‘how blessed he is to have met Robert’.

 

BING! The door opens and Robert is standing right in front of the elevator with a huge grin.  They greet each other with hand shakes and Robert leads Thunder to the apartment.  Once inside Robert orders Thunder out of the wet shirt.  Thunder takes the shirt off and Robert is astounded at the look of Thunders abs. He also notices a fair amount of scars and what looks to be like a healed bullet wound on his chest.  Robert
takes Thunder shirt and throws it in the bathroom.

 

“Hey Thunder we need to get started right away”, Robert says.

 

“I agree”, Thunder responded.

 

Thunder cell phone rings just before they start.  He looks at the caller ID and it read ‘anonymous’ “Who in the hell is calling me ‘anonymous’?” He answers the phone.

 

“Hello?”

 

 

“So you think you just gon leave and not tell nobody, you got a lot of nerves nigga”.

 

“Why are you calling me with this mess?  I told you last week, remember?  I will let you know when I’m on my way back.  I don’t know how long this is gonna take, DAMN!” Thunder yelled.

 

Out of all the talks Robert and Thunder had, Robert had no clue to what was going on and he never seen Thunder so upset.  Robert looks at Thunder with products in his hand; he lifts them as to signal him that he wants to get started.  Robert is so excited
about his first time and hopes that he made the right decision to do it with Thunder.

                        

                              JON

 

“I just wanna know what my rights are?”

 

“I don’t really know how we can help you.  He never told you she was pregnant.  You aren’t married to this person.  And if he is pregnant and wants to abort the child it’s his decision.”

 

Jon hangs up the phone with his lawyer and ponders the thought to call Tracy.

 

“Mr. Capt, they are ready for you in the conference room.” Becky the receptionist says.

 

“Tell them I OWN THE FUCKING COMPANY AND I WILL BE IN THERE WHEN I DAMN WELL PLEASE!!” Jon yelled.

 

Becky slowly closed the door attempting to slam it on Jon.  She or nobody has ever seen Jon so upset.  She hears her phone rings at her desk.

 

“It’s a great day here at Unigrow.  President Jon Capts office, how may I help you?” Becky says pleasantly.

 

“Hi, Becky its Janet, is penis head around?”

 

“I’m sorry?” Becky answered puzzled.

 

“Bitch, Becky, bulimic, blonde, bull-dike; is the fucking penis head around?”

 

“Ma’am I’m not sure I like your tone…..”

 

“I don’t give a FUCK about what you like, where the FUCK is my husband?”

 

Becky hangs the phone up and stares at the slim, multi-lined, and chromed finished, with caller-id and automatic re-dial telephone.  The phone rings again and her hearts starts to race. “I am not having a good day” she says to herself.  “What is that honey?” Becky hears a voice and is broken out of her stance.

 

“Oh, nothing, it’s just a strange day?” Beck says and is happy to see a friendly face.

 

“You can say it twice girl.  I’m Lauren”, Lauren introduces herself while extending her hand to Becky.

 

“Oh yes, Lauren Lockett.  I know exactly who you are.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.  I am Becky Wileshire,” she says while shaking Lauren hand.

 

Jon storms out of his office and pass Lauren and Becky.  Lauren and Becky looks at each other.  “Told you”, Becky says.

 

“I’ll say.  Girl yo phone has been just ringing,” Lauren told Becky.

 

“I’ll get it”, Lauren said and walks behind Becky’s desk.

 

“Hello, Unigrow Corporation.  Lauren Lockett speaking; how may I help you?” Lauren said pleasantly.

 

“So tell me, Lauren the lush, have you been fucking Jon too?  Is that how you got the job?  You’ve been up under the boss’s desk?” Janet says.

 

“Oh hey Janet, It’s so good to hear from you.  I don’t know if you know but I taught him a lot of things since you got served.  Yeah we are doing just fine.  How about you?  Bitter much?” Lauren said.

 

“Where is Jon?” Janet said sounding as if the words were sliding through her teeth.

 

“He’s not available at the moment, hon,” Lauren said.

 

“If I have to come……” Janet said but Lauren cuts her off.

 

“Listen Bay, I won’t have your threats or your intimidation to my staff.  So if you must speak with Mr. Capt leave a message, because he’s not available.” Lauren said and hung up the phone.  Lauren looked at Becky with a smile plastered on her face. “There” Lauren said. “Is your day getting better now?”

 

“I think we are gonna get alone just fine, Ms. Lockett”, Becky said and they both start to laugh.

 

“Opps, off to the meeting.  Nice chatting with you, bye”, Lauren said as she walk her 5 foot voluminous frame to the conference room.

 

Becky sits at her desk and the phone begins to ring and sees that it is Janet again.  She answers, “NO” and hangs up.

 

Lauren comes running out of the conference room and the normally quiet office is now noisy. “BECKY, CALL SECURITY AND THE POLICE, IT”S JON!”

                 

                                TRACY

 

“No, I haven’t told him”.

 

“Well have you decided what you gonna do?  I mean I know you want your career and not only that but I thought you just like women.  Tracy, as your friend I need to tell you, you are so complicated.  Do you wanna be a man or a woman?” Tamia said.

 

“I am a man, Tamia.  But I do think that I want to have a baby.  Jon and I only had sex once in that area, if you know what I mean.  I didn’t think that I would get pregnant because of the hormones I was on.  But now that I am, I don’t know what to do.  I am not in love with Jon and I always figured if I had a child it would be on my terms and not necessarily with someone.  Jon really wants a family and I’m afraid if he finds out he is gonna think that it’s more to him and me,” Tracy said. 

 

Tracy cell phone rings and he sees that it’s Lauren.  He tells the waitress to bring the check so that he can pay for their lunch.

 

“Hey Lauren, what’s up?”

 

“Man, you need to talk to Jon.  He has flipped,” Lauren said.

 

“What?  What do you mean he has flipped?” Tracy said.  Tracy looks at Tamia ‘it’s Jon, something’s wrong.’ Tracy tells Tamia.

 

“Ok, Lauren.  Can you get him on the phone?”

 

“I’ll try.”

 

“Jon, I have Tracy on the phone”, Lauren tells Jon.

 

Jon snatches the phone from
Lauren. “You better not abort my child,” Jon demanded and hangs up.

TO BE CONTINUED……….

Episode 11 ~ SEASON II

 

 

Episode 11                  Season 2

                                                                  CARLA

“So how are you feeling?”

“How do you think I feel?  I lost my job, my husband, got raped, and beaten.  Now I am in this God forsaken place.  By the way who decorated?  This is what they call eclectic and I call it mix match junk,” says Janet.

“Well, you know, Robert and I traveled and we like the different cultures and we love collecting pieces from where we visit”, Carla informs Janet. 

Janet braces her bruised body up and looks at Carla up and down and shakes her head.  “If momma can see you like this she would die again, when is the last time you had a salad?” 

Carla places her right hand on her hip and starts a spin to show off her body.  “I have you know Janet I have lost 5 pounds, of course you wouldn’t know because you never come around to see any difference”. 

“Whatever.  Why isn’t your husband never home?  You think he is having an affair or something?” 

“Robert is building our business and that takes a lot of work.  In two weeks he and Thunder will be on the Othella Show talking about the new ventures especially with the college enrollments down, we will just focus on the bakery”, Carla said proudly. 

“Oh so yall think yall all that?  Who in the hell is Thunder?”

“He’s a fitness and nutritious expert and he is training Shy and when he gets back from New York I will start my transformation”. 

 

“Is he married?” Janet asks.

“I don’t think he would be interested.”  Carla says and walks out the room. 

“WHAT YOU DON’T THINK I’M GOOD ENOUGH?!” Janet yells. 

Carla walks back and stands in the doorway of the room. “Janet, I know you down on your luck and that’s why we took you in.  But as long as you stay here you will give us respect, me, Robert, and the kids.  You can stay here as long as you need but I won’t tolerate put downs and havoc in my home, is that clear?” Carla says. 

Janets flops her body down on the mattress, “FINE!” 

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                                                                                SHY/ITT

“Take it out Itt, it won’t fit.  You can’t just force it in there”.

“Why won’t it?  Hold it still.  Don’t move”.

“I think it’s too long anyway, look you don’t know what your doing”.

Carla walks into the garage and sees Shy and Itt.  She is shocked at what she witnesses. “Boy’s it supper time”, she tells them.

The two tall young men run to the house from the garage pushing and hitting each other until they reach the back steps.  Carla tells the boys that they are doing a very good job with the installation of the sink in the garage. The door bell rings and they all look at each other in suspense.

“Don’t just stand there, answer the door”.

“Yes, Auntie Janet,” Shy replied.

Shy walks through the hallway decorated with paisley wall paper and a collection of European paintings.  He opens the door.  There stands a 5ft 6in African American man who looks like he is trouble.

“Tyrone?” Itt says standing about 4 feet behind Shy.  Shy turns around and looks at Itt.  “You know him?” Shy asks.

“Yeah, that’s a friend from back home”, Itt answered.

Itt rushes pass Shy and tell him he would be only a minute.  Itt closes the front door and grabs Tyrone by the arm and walks with Tyrone down the sidewalk.

“What are you doing here?”

“The Boss was arrested by the Feds; I don’t think he will be getting out. But you got to get back and pay your debt or he will have someone get you and this family.  He thinks I’m locked up”, Tyrone informed Itt.

“I’m not going back, man.  Stacy got evicted and I will pay him back but he didn’t tell me what he wants me to do.”

A van speeds up aside Itt and Tyrone.  A large built Italian man jumps out the back and grabs Itt and muscles him inside the van.

“Hey what are you doing?  Ty you set me up!” Itt said just before they duct taped his mouth.

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                                                                          LAUREN

Lauren walks into her newly decorated office for the first time as the CEO of Unigrow Corporation.  She walks to the large windows and stare at the beautiful skyline.  She smiles and feels a great accomplishment has been declared. She starts to think of her loneliness and wishes that she can share this victory with an intimate partner instead of just friends and family.  She turns around and grabs the back of her office chair and swivel the seat around to her and she sits and with force from the floor she spins and spins.  Her head begins to swim and she hears a beep.  She uses her feet as brakes to stop the spinning of the chair.  She picks up the phone “Hello?” it beeps again.  She pushes a button that she sees flashing “Hello?” she answers.

“Yes Ms. Locket, I have Tracy on line one”, the receptionist spoke.

“Thank you, you can send it through”, Lauren replied feeling important.

“Hello, Ms. Locket, how are you enjoying your first day?” Tracy asks.

“Hey, Tracy, I am so happy.  And I must say thank you too.  Because had you not turned down the
position I wouldn’t have it, so thank you so much”.

“No, don’t thank me.  It’s only right.  You deserve it; you work so hard for it.  It would have been just handed to me.”

“Well, maybe your right.  Have you heard from Janet?”

“No, I have not.  I heard she had some trouble in a bar. She just disappeared.  I am worried about her.”

“Why?  She was just so evil and unhappy and made everyone around her feel unhappy.  Oh is it because of the affair.  Did you really love her?  And what’s up with you and Jon?"

“Lauren you sho is nosey, but you are one of my closest friends.  That’s a conversation that I would have to fill you in on in person.”

“Fair enough, I’m so happy with the position and I’m gonna have my secretary send Jon a hand written thank you letter from yours truly”.

“That’s thoughtful, Lauren.  I wish you more success and I’m sure you are gonna do a great job.”

“Let’s meet tomorrow after work around 9pm and we can catch up, cool?” Lauren asked.

“Yeah, we can do that”, Tracy said just as she sees Jon in what use to be Janet’s office, they hang up.

To be continued