Brooklyn Brothel by C. Stecko

Author:C. Stecko [Stecko, C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-934230-02-2
Publisher: Life Changing Books
Published: 2009-03-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

My Amtrak ride proved to be peaceful and well-needed. It gave me time to think and reflect on my dysfunctional life. I actually knew what changes needed to be made, it was all about execution. Everything seemed so clear until I stepped foot outside the train station, and saw Mike glarin’ at me. His expression couldn’t hide his feelings for me. Instantly, I got goose bumps.

“What’s up Mike? Thanks for comin’ to scoop me.”

He didn’t speak. He simply kissed me on the cheek, then grabbed my bag like a perfect gentleman. As usual, he opened the back door, and I hopped inside.

“It’s so pretty outside today,” I said tryna make small talk.

“Yep.”

Damn, that’s all I get? One word, huh? I asked myself. He seemed mad with me about somethin’, but didn’t really wanna show it. With every turn, he’d take the corners rougher each time. Our ride seemed extremely awkward. Mike kept starin’ at me through the rear-view mirror. I repeatedly turned my head in an attempt to avoid eye contact.

“Ah…Mike…a lil’ music wouldn’t hurt,” I told him.

Within seconds, he popped on Hot 97.5. My hope was that the disc jockeys would come on and start talkin’ ’bout some wild, crazy shit to keep my mind off of Mike and his games.

It seemed as if I was fightin’ off fate. In my heart, I knew Mike would make a great husband, and a good father. But it just wouldn’t work. He was too soft. I needed a man to set me straight, keep me in my place…that’s what I’d become accustomed too. Mike certainly wasn’t that type.

“Let’s go to lunch,” he finally said to me.

“Oh, so you talk now?”

“Only to you.” He smiled.

“I can’t go to lunch. Betty’s expectin’ me.”

“I never told her you were coming. Did you?”

I hesitated. “Ahhhhhh.”

“Just as I thought.”

I saw Mike ready to flip a u-turn in the middle of the busy street. “No!” I shouted. “I can’t. It’s already after two o’clock. I just wanna go get settled. You know, take a hot shower.”

“We can do that, too.” He grinned again.

“Let’s just go to Betty’s,” I said. Then I leaned back in my seat. Mike knew it was my final answer.

The ride seemed like forever, but before long, we were pullin’ up onto Betty’s block. The sun shone down on the car as well as all the inquisitive eyeballs from nosey neighbors. Nothin’ had changed. The same deceitful, disapprovin’ looks combed the block. Mike grabbed my stuff, and I walked up the brick steps to Betty’s as if I were the Queen of England. Ironically, I didn’t have to knock. Just like royalty, someone opened the door for me.

When I walked inside, my feelings seemed strikingly different from my former visit. Betty’s spot somehow felt warm, almost like home. Crazy as it sounded, it was true, maybe because there was no otha place I could call home. Betty stood by her office door leanin’ up against the wall, with a small glass of Hennessey in her hand.

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