Guard the Throne by Santiago Nisa

Author:Santiago, Nisa [Santiago, Nisa]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Melodrama Publishing
Published: 2012-10-04T16:00:00+00:00

15

Queens started to buzz with the news of Curtis’ murder. The brutal murder of a drug kingpin on his daughter’s birthday had made the evening news and was the headline on several newspapers. Those loyal to Curtis wanted war, but the enemy was unseen. The Queens hood was becoming uneasy with tension. The streets were on alert, and police doubled their patrol from corner to corner.

Citi took her father’s death really hard. She sat for hours alone in Ms. Eloise’s apartment. It was hard for her to eat and sleep. She didn’t want to do anything and would stare out the window for hours on end. Spring weather brought about the blossoming of the flowers and trees, and warm air, but she was trapped in a brutal winter storm without shelter.

The nightmares were recurring. She couldn’t erase the brutal image of her father’s murder scene from her mind. Some nights, she would wake up screaming and find herself in a cold sweat. It would take hours for Ms. Eloise to calm her down. The tears were endless, and the pain was eternal.

His funeral was in several days. Citi made no effort to help with the arrangements. Ms. Eloise and Chris handled everything. The only thing she did was mope and cry. Deep inside, she felt at fault. She stole from her father, and it bothered her that the forty grand she took probably played a heavy role in why he was murdered.

Citi hated herself. She wanted to die too. She wanted them to bury her with Curtis. She sulked in the bedroom next door and hid her pain under pillows and sheets. She would wail for hours. Her spoiled life was transformed into an absorbing daze of anguish and tears that pooled against the pillow she cried on.

There was a fast knock at the door. She lay still under the sheets in a fetal position like she was in a cocoon.

The bedroom door opened slowly. Ms. Eloise, clad in her housecoat and house slippers, craned her head inside the room and gazed at the grieving girl. She sighed heavily, entering the bedroom with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand.

She glided toward Citi and sat at the edge of the bed. The raised lump underneath the sheets was the only indication that Citi was in the room.

“Citi, here’s a cup of hot chocolate. I know it’s your favorite.”

No response from Citi.

“I loved him too, chile. He was a good man.”

She could hear Citi sobbing underneath the covers. Ms. Eloise placed the mug of hot chocolate on the nightstand. She leaned forward and lightly touched the lump underneath the sheets.

Ms. Eloise felt the pain too. She had known Curtis for years. He was like a son to her.

“I wish I could make the pain go away, chile, but it won’t happen overnight. I know the feeling. I remember when I lost Henry fifteen years ago. One day he’s in my world, making me smile and laugh, and loving me every single day, and then next, he’s gone.

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