The tears caught up to the blood that trickled down from the side of her lips. She knew. She knew all along. How could she not tell me? Bitch! If she’s looking for sympathy she ain’t gonna get it. Especially not from me.
“Get in the car… Ms. get in the car!” I was in a daze when I felt the wet sweaty palm of officer Bell ramming my head down, as if I was about to be baptized, into the back seat of the police car. I rolled over onto my side and laid there on my left arm in a semi-fetal position. I think my hand is broken.
“I don’t think you should lay that pretty little face on the seat,” said one of the officers. I ignored him or either I didn’t hear him. My mind and head were spinning. As if I were in outer space watching. Replaying over and over in my mind. Back and forth. She knew too. That bitch. Ms. Peacock. She had to have known. Oh-my-God I’ve been sleeping with my brother. And I still love him.
“Girl what the hell have you done this time?”
Still in a trance I walked right past Felicia and out the silver encrusted doors of the 17th precinct. Silence became a passenger in the car until Felicia pulled over and demanded that I tell her what happened.
“Jada please say something. Why were you fighting your mother? I thought she cleaned herself up. But regardless of that girl I don’t care what she did, you don’t put your hands on your mother. That’s some shit that will get you a one way ticket to hell.”
“Tell me this, if I’m going to hell for hitting my mother where is she going for knowing that I was fucking my brother and never telling me? Huh? Cat got your tongue? Answer that question and then I’ll tell you why I hit Joan Lindsay cause that bitch ain’t my mother. Never has been and never will be. The more I think about it that bitch G-mom had to know too.”
The look of confusion on Felicia’s face was almost funny but I was too furious to laugh.
“Wait a minute Ricky… that means Miles is your brother too?”
“Hell no! Aidan, the honorable Pastor Peacock is my father!”