Where a reader’s patience is rewarded, siblings act as lovers, and a Jamaican guy named “Coconut” speaks in strange tongues while Doug thoughtfully translates.
By morning, the swelling’s gone down considerably and I’d managed to get some sleep. It still hurts, but now it’s died down to a manageable dull throbbing. My sister has to work, but my Mom arrives the moment they start letting visitors in. Knowing her, she’s been sitting in the lobby reading one of her mystery novels for the past half hour. In fact, I can see it sticking out of her PBS members totebag.
“Morning, bubby!” She takes my hand and pats it with the other. “How you feeling?”
“Eh, somewhat better.” I groan. “They gave me some nasty breakfast but it hurts when I chew, so I just had the juice and stuff.”
“Aw, it’ll get better soon. The doctor called me this morning and said he’d be in to see you around eleven. Want me to ask the nurse to bring you more juice?”
“Nah, I just wanna get out of here. Can we go after the doc comes?” I give her the big green puppy-dog eyes that sometimes works. She smirks at me and shakes her head.
“We’ll see what the doctor says.” That’s when the nurse comes in yet again to take my temperature and blood pressure. I swear, they must do that every three hours or so. What a pain in the ass!
Mom stays and talks with me for a while. She doesn’t work, because she’s suffered from two strokes, and accompanying diabetes and hypertension, she now receives full disability. Her memory is shit for the birds, she doesn’t have full bladder control and she sometimes needs a cane to walk, but after two strokes, it’s a wonder she can walk and function at all. She used to be so healthy, but life with my old man has deteriorated her. I’ve been trying to get her away from him since I was ten years old. I managed to once, but she went right back to him, sadly.
The doctor arrives at around 1:30. He speaks with my Mom and I for a while about what transpired yesterday, and how the emergency staff here treated me. He tsks, mumbles in Yiddish and shakes his head when he undoes my bandages. Replaces them with new, sterile ones for now, then goes out to the nurse’s station to page the doctor. They have to page him a good ten times before he gets to my floor. He and my doctor have a nice little chat in the hallway which we aren’t privy to. Mom assures me everything will be okay, and for the first time, I feel like they just might be.
To my surprise, both men come in to see me. This is the same asshole who pointed in my face the day before, and I don’t trust him. It turns out, he’s releasing me into my regular doctor’s charge. I’ll be transferred to a clinic where they’ll “provide me with follow-up care”, which probably means “take out these crappy stitches and redo them correctly”. The resident makes things short and sweet, signs the necessary paperwork and before I know it, my Mom and I are in a gypsy cab on the way to this clinic on the other side of town neither of us have heard of. I’m so happy to be out of there, I don’t give a fuck if this place turns out to be the 7th ring of Hell, considering I just left the 9th.
“Didn’t I tell you? Everything’s gonna be alright.”
“Yeah, I know. Thank you so much.” I grin, leaning against her. I close my eyes and relax; truly relax. There’s nothing like being in the comforting embrace of your Mother. No matter how independent I am, no matter how strong I claim to be, there’s this feeling when I’m safe in my Mother’s arms that cannot be matched by friend, mentor or lover. Time stills. I’m a small child again; weak, vulnerable and lost, and completely and utterly dependent on this warm, caring woman whom the universe begins and ends with. For the moment, at least. “I love you, Mom.” I sigh.
She pats my shoulder with the arm she’s got draped around me. “I love you too, bubby.”
We arrive at the clinic and have to wait a while before being seen. Mom fills out my paperwork, and I fall asleep leaning against the wall. She wakes me when they call my name and I groggily make my way inside while Mom props me up. Seriously, what would I ever do without her? There are three nurses that come in and check me over, look at the stitches, tsk and shake their heads. They ask me ten times what hospital did this and I answer dryly, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. I opt for a general anaesthesia while they redo the stitches, but they say that I can’t have anything to eat or drink after twelve the night before, so my Mom and three of the nurses have to hold me down and keep me calm while they give me yet another shot. Even with my Mom there, I nearly hyperventilate. This time, it takes only one, and all I feel during the procedure is a series of odd tugging sensations. By the time they wheel me out into the recovery area, I’m already mostly asleep.
I dream of nothing at all.
When I wake up, presumably hours later, I’m sore and groggy as hell. I’m in a small room with two other stretchers, several people I don’t know sitting and talking quietly next to them. Mom and Saskia are sitting in silence across from the stretcher I’m sprawled out in. Mom’s reading her mystery novel and Sas is scribbling something into one of her poetry notebooks. My vision is so blurry that I can’t make out what’s written on the doors.
“Uhh...fuck.” I groan, trying to turn on my side towards my family.
“Hey, look who’s awake.” Sas grins at me.
“Rise and shine, Morning Glory.” Mom smiles. “How do you feel?”
“Like I should be suing somebody.” I grumble.
“Ha!” Sas cackles out loud, then quickly covers her mouth.
“How does it look?” I feel around my bandaged head blindly, and realize my swollen eye is exposed, still shut tight and sensitive to the touch.
“Much better.” Mom nods. “You’ll barely have a scar. You hungry at all?”
“Yeah, we got you more soup, in case you weren’t sick to death of it already.”
“My stomach’s all messed up, I don’t want to eat, but thanks anyway.”
“Can you sit up? Do you need help?” Mom gets up and walks over to my bedside to smooth some hair out of my face. Sas quickly follows suit.
I groan and try to sit up, they both help me. My head is whirling. I feel like I’m gonna blow chunks all over the two of them, which, if I were better, would be friggin’ hilarious. Soon, I’m sitting upright in a chair, leaning into Mom with my eyes closed as she and Sas talk quietly. The nurse comes by to give me some water, saying that I’ll be allowed to leave as soon as I’m able to walk straight. To me, that sounds like a challenge, so I hand the Styrofoam cup to Mom and try to get up. My legs fail to meet the challenge, and I collapse limply like a rag doll; were it not for my hands being firmly planted on the armrests, I’d have fallen flat on my mangled face. Both Sas and Mom leap up into standing positions to help me back onto the chair. Mom spills the water on the linoleum tiled floor. Even though I wanted to drink it, they don’t give me more.
__
Because Mom wanted to keep an eye on me, she brings me back to her and Sas’ apartment. I’m cocooned on Mom’s bed trying to sleep, and all I can think about is Sean’s phone number in my pocket. I actually miss him, and I wish he were here to comfort me. When I finally fall asleep, I dream of his adorable, pouty face. I awake to sounds of laughter in the kitchen. Pablo’s over and the three of them are having dinner without me. I’d slept for a good long time, because it’s already dark out. The pain is still there, but manageable.
I drag myself out of bed and shamble into the kitchen with the blanket still around me, my black eye crusted shut. You know how sometimes you feel like a million bucks? Well, right now I feel like I’m indebted a million bucks. My family gets a pretty big laugh when they see me stumble in too, which makes me feel worse, but I laugh along with them. “What are you eating?” I yawn, rubbing my bad eye gingerly.
“Mommy made chicken.” Big shock. I love the woman, but growing up, she made chicken five nights a week, and it got to the point where I thought I’d start laying eggs. “Want some?” At this point, I’m so hungry, I’d eat rocks.
“Hell yes.” I grab a plate and a seat. It feels good to be up and functioning again. After dinner, I pop some painkillers and give my Sean a call.
“Hello?” Some other guy answers. It sounds like they’re watching roadrunner cartoons and they have the volume all the way up.
“Hey, can I speak to Sean, please?”
“Sean is dead. No, I’m kidding, here he is.” What?? Fucking retard.
“Uh, hello?” Ahh, there he is. It feels like a week has passed since I’ve last seen him.
“Dude, your roommate is a douchebag.”
“Yeah, I know.” He giggles. “How are you feeling, baby?”
I hear the roommate’s irritating voice in the background. “Oooh, baby? You got a boyfriend?”
“Shut up, Santo. Go in the other room.” I hear somebody turn the t.v. off.
“Seriously.” I growl. “Where’d you find him? I’m okay, thanks. Just woke up, and I wanted to hear your voice. How are you doing?”
“A lot better now.” He coos. I feel my face flush. I miss him so much, and we only kissed. I can imagine how bad it’s going to be when we actually fuck. “I was really worried about you. Did you get the stitches fixed like you said?”
“Yeah, I’m all patched up. Wish I was up to going out tonight. I miss you.”
“You rest. Tonight’s no good anyway, I have exams this week. But you’re so sweet, I could eat you up.”
“Haha, I prefer to be sucked more than eaten.” I tease him, just as Saskia walks past me into her room.
“Eeeww, nasty!”She remarks. I stick my tongue out at her and she mimics me.
“Who’s that, your sister?”
“Yeah, I’m with her and my Mom. But I have to go back to my house soon and I’m not even sure what’s going on with it.”
“What do you mean?” I hear him munching on something.
“When I was attacked, I think my apartment door was left open. I didn’t have much, but I’ll bet you those lowlives in my building took anything that wasn’t nailed down. I’ll probably come home to an empty room.” I rub my eye again. I can get it a little more open now, but it hurts.
“Oh, baby, that’s terrible. Where do you live?”
“Crown Heights.”
He pauses in shock. “Cr– Are you serious? Baby, you’re white, you know that, right?”
I let out a mocking gasp, looking at my arm, as though he could see from over the phone. “Oh my god, you’re right!! I had no idea!”
He laughs. “Seriously, baby. Why are you living in Crown Heights? Do you have a death wish?”
“Gawd, it’s just a neighborhood like any other. You just have to know how to conduct yourself and you won’t get messed with. I had twenty times the problems in Bensonhurst than I’ve ever had there.”
“Because you’re white?”
“Because I grew up Jewish; Italians have no love for Jews. And they all think they’re mobsters, but they’re morons. Besides, didn’t you say you lived near Kings County? That puts you around East New York as well.”
“Yeah, but I don’t live that close, I can just take the bus straight to work. I’m nowhere near Crown Heights...that’s, whoa. You got balls, honey. I’ll give you that.”
“So when are you free to hang out?” I change the subject.
He pauses thoughtfully. “Probably Friday night, after my first exam. I can goof off for a day, but Sunday I must study.”
“Ahh, my hardworking, productive nurse. I’ll call you then and we’ll arrange something.”
“I can’t wait. Do you have a phone at your place?”
“I did, probably not anymore. I’ll let you know.”
“Do you have an email address?”
“Sure.” I give it to him, and I hear him scribbling it down hastily. “Email me anytime. Even if they took my computer, I can still either come here or go to a library and check it.”
“Great, thanks. Doug?” His voice grows husky for a moment, almost needy. “Call me tomorrow.”
It makes me smile. “I will. I can’t believe how much I miss you.”
“I know, it’s scary, right?”
___
That night, Mom and Saskia go to bed and I stay up all night on their computer, just killing time. Around three, when the snores are deep and steady, I look for porn. I’ve been thinking about Sean for hours; fantasizing about what our first time together will be like. My mind skips on our brief kiss in the hospital room, and I’m rock hard. I want to be where he is, healthy and clean, so we can fuck like jackrabbits until next week. I find myself taking my cock out of my pants and stroking my throbbing member, slow at first, tracing up the vein with my fingers. It does nothing but get me hornier. I think about what it’ll be like plowing that tight little round ass of his. My cock throbs with arousal. In between clicking through pictures, the little alert thingy tells me I have a new email. So dick still in hand, I check it.
doug,
it’s after 3am and i have class in 5 hours. your all i can think about and i cant fuckin sleep. all i can do is sit here by the comp and jerk off thinking about you. if your up pls call me i need you reaaly bad.
love sean
Isn’t life funny? I let go of my rod and fumble for the phone. Surprisingly enough, I can dial the number now from memory. “Hey, sexy.” I grin when he picks up. “You’ll never guess what I’ve been doing.”
“Oh, baby.” His voice is raspy, out of breath. “I’m so glad we’re on the same wavelength.”
“I know, I can’t wait three days, I need you now.” I switch ears, grabbing my dick again. “How long have you been at it?”
“Oh god, I’ve already shot off once a while ago, but it didn’t do shit. I was horny again within five minutes. This is what you do to me.”
“Hey, I’m right there with you.” I moan. Suddenly, with his voice there, jerking off goes from feeling nice to feeling good. “I can’t wait to be inside you, to feel how warm and tight you are. Damn, I bet you’re fucking amazing.”
“Ugghh!” He grunts. “You’re gonna make me get my toy, aren’t you?”
“Now that you mentioned it, you have to.” Ohh, this is going to be so hot.
“Okay, I’m already naked, and you’re making me want it back there so much.”
“You make my cock leak, you know that? I’ve been thinking about that kiss and I drip right down my shaft.” I squeeze right under the head to force the pre out.
“Oh my god.” He gasps. “Hang on. I’m fishing it out of the box. I really need you hunched over me, baby. I wanna feel your dick explode inside me.”
I hiss through my teeth, pumping my dick tight. “I want to, so bad, you’re killing me.” There’s a pause, and I hear clicking. “What are you doing now?”
“You still online?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Yeah. Why?” Suddenly, an alert comes up that I’m being invited to view someone’s webcam. “Oh, chicken. Hell yeah.” I click yes and see that adorable face pop up all grainy and shadowed in the middle of my computer screen.
“Hullo there.” He waves to me, and it’s a bit choppy from the second or two delay. He steps back and I can see that he is indeed naked.
“Well, hello there, thailor!” I put on my most flamboyantly gay voice and it makes him laugh. He responds by wagging his sizable erection at me. “Have I told you how amazingly hot you are?”I gawk slack-jawed at the screen, my rigid cock dribbling in my hand.
“Yes, but you can tell me again.” He lies down on the bed, so I’m looking at him from the side. I watch him pull his legs all the way up to his chest and finger his ass.
“You’re smoking fucking hot. You have no idea how steely hard you have me right now. What are you doing?”
“I’m applying jelly to my ass, hang on.” I groan, watching him, and quicken my pace a bit. I hear him let out a soft moan in the background. “Baby, I don’t think I can do this while keeping you on the phone.”
“Speakerphone. I don’t care.” I grunt, my gaze on the screen painfully focused on his form. “I get to watch and hear you, this is fantastic. You’re not even technically my boyfriend yet and you’re already spoiling me.”
I hear him laugh a little, then watch as he lubes up a rather large, black, veined toy strapped to a pillow. He eases it slowly inside him, pounding his meat. I hear him groan in pleasure as it fills his canal to the hilt. He wraps his long, muscular legs around the pillow, using them to make the dildo pump in and out of him. “Ohhh, Doug.” He moans. My cock pulsates with need. Now that his legs are doing the work and his cock is in his right hand, his left grabs the phone again. “Enjoying the show, baby?”
“Oh my god, you do this all the time, don’t you?”
He laughs, and it turns into a raspy cry. “Nursing school...” He huffs. “Aint cheap.” Should I be worried, or be grateful I’m getting the show for free?
“How much do you usually charge for this?” Despite being a bit freaked out, I’m even more turned on now than before, if that was possible. Yes, people get to watch, but in a few days, I’ll be buried inside that beautiful, whoring ass to the root.
“Don’t worry about it, baby.” He glances at the camera, working himself like I’m sure he does for god knows how many guys. “You don’t have to pay a thing. I just want to hear you cum for me.”
“Oh, you’ll definitely make that happen, you sexy bastard. Ohhh, gods, you keep working that thick cock of yours and you’ll make me paint my chest.”
“Shit!” He grunts, forcing that dong harder into that loosened ass. “I love your dirty talk. You’re so good!”
“I’ve had phonesex quite a few times.” I admit. “But never this hot. Jeez, I can’t believe how well you take it. Let’s see if you can ride my cock that well.”
“Ohhh, baby, I can’t wait!” He’s gasping for air now, working that thing into his ass in hard, purposeful jerks, his head tilted back, dick swollen to full capacity in his hand. “Are you as big as this dildo?”
“Bigger.” I drool on my hand to make my fist glide right over the head. I’m halfway watching him fuck himself, and halfway imagining me on top of him, thrusting into him again and again. What a hot show that would make for some horny, depraved pervert. “I’m going to stretch you so that you’ll never be satisfied by that little plastic thing again.”
“Ugghhgod!” He shrieks, digging his head into the mattress. “I need you to fuck me, Doug! This thing isn’t good enough, I need a real man like you to spear me!”
“You’re gonna get speared when I see you, I promise.” My fist gets dry, so I crudely spit into it.
“Mmm.” I see him smile on screen. “That’s the sound... of a man enjoying himself!”
“You know it, sexy. How does that feel, you like getting pounded hard like that?”
“Harder....faster...” He grunts, eyes shut tight. “It’s not enough, I need it so much rougher than this!”
“I’ll give it to you as hard and rough as you want.” My breathing is labored, he looks and sounds so good and my poor attention-starved prick has needed a good release for so long. “I’ll make you scream my name into your pillows, you little bitch.” My teeth grit, I feel myself getting so deliciously close.
“Oh yes!” He squeals, dropping the phone in favor of grabbing the pillow to force that dong inside his hungry ass harder. His mouth hangs open, and I hear him crying out next to the phone. “Oh yes-OH YES, OH DOUG!” His cock throbs in his grasp. “OHH GOD, I’m cumming for you!! AAUUGHHH!”A thick jet of seed shoots out in a sloppy arc across his stomach, his body thrashing, hips rising off the bed as he climaxes for me.
“Oh holy fuck!” My vision gets hazy as I’m brought to the edge of orgasm myself, my fist grazing over that sweet spot right under the head, over and over, keeping me tense, excited and just about ready to blow my load.
“YESSS...OH GOD!” Several more jets splatter on his abs, that cock driven deep as it could go and kept there until he squeezes the last bit of jizz from his cockhead and relaxes his body flat on the bed.
“Ohh fuck, Sean, I’m gonna cum too...”
He grabs the phone. “Oh my god, yes, Doug, do it!” He strokes his spent cock slow and sensuously for me, that cock still immersed deep in his ass.
“You’re so amazing....Ohhh, fucking christ!” I bite my lip let out a muffled, strained grunt.
“Cum for me, baby!” He begs, holding his dripping dick by the base straight up for me to see.
“Ugghyeaah....” I hiss through my teeth, shut my eyes and throw my head back. “Ohh Fuck, here it comes! Ohhyeahhh!”
“Oh yes, right in my ass, baby!” I’m there, right there in his bed, my body arched over him, cock exploding deep within his belly. I can close my eyes and see it, feel his body, sweating, heaving, writhing under me, smell the sharp, salty scent of his spunk sliding between us. I’ve stretched him out more than he’s ever thought possible and gods, I’m just emptying my loins into him in scathing, profound waves of bliss.
He’s huffing now, and I’ve began returning to my senses. I’ve managed to paint my chest alright, too bad I forgot to roll up my shirt first. “Shit.” I rasp.
“Oh my god.” He moans. “You sound so hot when you cum.”
“Hah.” I squeeze the last of the cum droplets from the head. “You’re way hotter. I’m so spent right now. I think I love you.”
He giggles and sits up, cleaning off the dildo and his chest with baby wipes, holding the phone between his head and shoulder. “Baby, don’t even joke around like that. The next time you say it to me, you’d better mean it.”
“We’ll talk more about it when I’m plowing that ass raw on Friday. Right now, I just splooged all over my shirt and I need to go clean up.”
“Heh heh. I should go clean up too. Have a good night, baby.”
“Mmm, I will now, thanks to you, lover. Talk to you again tomorrow?”
“Counting the seconds. Mwah.”
Gawds, I think I really do love him.
___
Later that morning, Saskia awakes to find me in the kitchen making breakfast, and Ivan, their fat Russian Blue, watches me from his perch on the counter. “Hey.” She grunts, eyes still half-closed from sleep.
“Good morning. You hungry?” I flip over my green pepper and garlic omelette.
“What’s in there? I don’t like peppers.”
“Well it’s a good thing I made yours with just cheese then.” I point to hers, still warm, sitting in between two plates. Sas doesn’t like anything, she’s one of the pickiest eaters I’ve ever met.
“Cool. Hey, fatass.” She pets the cat. He ‘meer’s at her and raises his butt when she strokes his soft grey fur. “It looks like you’re feeling better.”
I turn to give her the ‘thumbs-up’ motion. “I feel like a million bucks.”
“A million bucks don’t get you much these days.” She yawns and sits down.
“What time do you have to go to work today?”
“I close. Why?” She grabs a fork, uncovers her omelette and begins eating.
“I need to go back to my apartment today. Would you mind coming with me?” She eyes me, her mouth full, then shakes her head no. “Aw, c’mon, please. I just need to see if I still have my stuff.”
She swallows. “To Crown Heights? You’re out of your friggin’ mind.”
“It’s broad daylight!! All the thugs, pimps and drug dealers are sleeping now. Please, Sas, we won’t be there long.” She gives me that look again and I give her a pleading puppy-dog look in return.
“Augh! Douggo, I have to do laundry before work today.”
“We’ll be there ten minutes! Please!”
“You suck! Fine, I’ll go, but no more than ten minutes!” She throws her fork down in a huff like a child. “But you fucking owe me!”
“Thank you! Nothing’s going to happen to you, I promise.”
“Whatever. Give me the damn salt.”
___
This time of the morning, the bus is always crowded. We have to squeeze through loads of people to exit, to the point where it feels as though the bus just gave birth to us. Sas gives me all kinds of nasty looks, frightened to be here. It’s really not all that bad, I’ve lived here for quite a while and this is my first incident, which happened to be caused by a white guy. We pass the corner where a friend from the building, this tall Jamaican dude everyone calls Coconut sits and sells oils, incense and Shea Butter.
“Yo.” I nod to him. He does a double-take and waves me over frantically. “What happened, man? Did they clean out my apartment?”
“Naah, mun. Super close yah dur. Thut cousin’a yur blew up yah plees. Cam in deer all had’n sheet, botherin’ folks, he fuckin’ loco. Yeh tell heem ah see heem he fuckin’ dead, yah hear?”
“Shit, he is crazy, I’m sorry I ever brought him here. Thanks, man.”
“He fuck up yah head, eh mun?”
“Yeah, he’s an asshole. If I see him, you won’t get a chance to kill him ‘cause I will.”
“Well, yah bettah go sand yah dur, mun. No sheet, he wreck it all up like.”
“My door?” I widen my eyes at him “What did he do to my door?”
“Gaw see fuh yahself.” He points towards the building. How did he even get in?? Don’t tell me he bought that fucking key from that stupid bitch. I’ll kill them both, I swear. I thank him and we hastily make our way into the building. I’m glad we came when we did, because the usual crowd of thugs that usually loiters outside aren’t there yet, so we aren’t met with any static. I make that left turn from the lobby towards my apartment door and notice that there’s large, sloppy writing carved into it for all to see.
“Oh my god, Doug.” Saskia gasps, reaching for her chest, seeing what’s written first.
That mother fucker came in here while I was in the hospital and scribbled “faggot”, “queer” and “fudge-packer” all over my goddamn door for everybody in this whole building to see. Hands shaking from humiliation and rage, I unlock my door. I look inside and the first thing I see is a pool of broken glass and dried blood, smeared from where they hauled my carcass out of here. Saskia goes pale, staying by the door while I check through my belongings. Everything I own is still there except one thing- my axe.
Bang Bang Bang! “Open up, Diego!” I pound on my super’s door like a madman. He eventually answers, still drunk from the night before. Or did he wake up and immediately start drinking? I don’t even give him a chance to speak. “My axe, dude. You need to give that shit back to me.”
“Naahh, man. You can’t have an axe in this building.”
“It’s my home security system! I need it back, right now!” A little voice in the back of my head tells me I should be thanking this greasy, drunken fuck for closing my door so I wouldn’t get robbed, but the fact that he was the one who robbed me gives my anger justification.
His face contorts and wrinkles with insult. “Gabacho, I don’t wanna have to beat yo ass in the state you’re in, it would be too easy. You need to stop fuckin’ wit me and go scrub the shit off your door, faggot.” He points into my chest, that thick unibrow knitted. “And if I find out you’re bangin’ dudes in my building, I’m’a fuckin’ kill you.”
“I’M NOT A FAGGOT!” I shove his hand away, now yelling at the top of my lungs. It’s true; I’m bi, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“He’s not.” Saskia chimes in, coming in between us. “I’m his girlfriend.” What?? I have to resist the urge to glare wide-eyed at her.
His face softens a bit, his lip curving into a grin. “Oh, word?” Eeew, if he asks us to make out, I’m gonna hurl.
“Yeah.” I try to act as casual as I can. “C’mon, Diego, what do you think was the main reason people didn’t mess with me? ‘Cause I was the crazy cracker with the axe. You take that rep away and I’m a dead man, especially after this bullshit mess.”
“A’ight, so I’ll keep it and you tell dem niggas I gave it back to you.” His eyes are glancing more at Saskia now and it’s really bothering me.
“No, man. Seriously, I don’t use it, I just need to have it. If I don’t anymore, people will know.”
“Besides,” Sas chuckles. “We could easily just go get another one. A bigger, sharper one.”
“Fine, mother fucker. Take yo axe.” He turns around and takes it from inside the cabinet next to the door. His apartment is a fucking mess; it’s a wonder he knows where anything is. He shoves it into my chest, blade facing me, takes a step back and points. "I hear about you threatening any nigga around here with that shit, I'm'a take it back."
"You got it, thanks." I slap him on the shoulder. "And I appreciate you locking my door for me, man. Good lookin' out."
He chuckles a bit. "Yo, whatever, Gabacho. Go sand yo fuckin' door."
We turn the corner of the hallway after Diego slams his door on us, but not before giving my sister one last letcherous glare. "Nice save." I mutter quietly to her, referring to her telling my super we were boyfriend and girlfriend.
"That's two you owe me." She mutters back. "And for every person I have to tell that to, it will be one more."
"Got it." We come up in front of my apartment once again, admiring Willie's handiwork. "Where the fuck am I gonna get a wood sander? I'm better off just replacing the whole door."
"Yo, fag!" Some douchebag kid calls out to me from down the hall, followed by a few of his friends who laugh hysterically.
I hold up the axe threateningly. "I'm not a fag, douchewad, this is my girlfriend!"
"White bread, I'll beat yo faggot ass right in front'a yo girlfriend." He calls back, not intimidated. They continue to laugh as they file out the front of the building.
Saskia raises her brows at me. "I think it's time to move."
I scowl back at her, decide enough is enough and use the axe to shave off parts of the defaced wood. She insists on hiding inside the apartment while I do this. Luckily, I'm able to make Willie's inflammatory words illedgible without having any more neighborly run-ins. I put some electrical tape across the door for good measure, lock Sas and I inside and put a chair against the door out of sheer paranoia. "You're right, I think it really *is* time to move."
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