In Love with a Thug by Reginald L. Hall

Author:Reginald L. Hall
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Strebor Books
Published: 2007-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

IX

A THUG’S PASSION

“Hello.”

“Hello, Mr. Jiles.”

“Yes, who’s speaking?”

“Hello, Mr. Jiles, this is Rasheed Winters from SunTrust Bank. How are you?”

“I’m doing well, thanks for asking. How can I help you?” I said trying to focus my eyes on the clock to check the time.

“Well, I was calling to follow up on you to see how things are going. Because when you left out of here the other day you were pretty upset.”

“Things are going fine, thanks.”

“I kinda find that hard to believe,” he stated.

“Um, excuse me?”

“No, I’m saying, you sound a little troubled.”

“Um, Mr. Winters, you said your name was.”

“Yes.”

“Do you always call to check up on your customers?”

“Only if I take a certain interest in them I will…I took an interest in you. Well, let me be forward with you. When you came in the other day I must say that I noticed you noticing me.”

“Excuse me? First of all, what gives you the right to be going into my personal file and getting my phone number to call me? And second, if I was troubled, which I am not, that’s none of your business. Good-bye.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Jiles, first of all, I was being nice and second, you’re as FAB as you think you are. And third, as of next week, if you don’t have a payment into us we will foreclose on your shop. Now you have a good day, Mr. Jiles.” Click. The phone went dead.

Some nerve of that bank freak to call my damn house questioning me. And what the fuck does he mean they will foreclose on my shop. I wish they would.

I got up from the bed and walked into the kitchen and poured myself a nice glass of Merlot. I sat down on the couch trying to recollect what had happened the previous night. The wine helped take away some of the pain in my face but what I really needed to numb me was a few pieces of candy. As I sat and drank my troubles away I let my tears fall.

I looked around my living room and asked myself what had happened? What happened to the love that I once shared? What was left of my life after Darnell’s death seemed to shatter once I opened my salon. This is not how things were supposed to end. That afternoon I sobbed. I sobbed like there was no tomorrow. What was eating me up on the inside was finally making an appearance on the outside. I got up and walked over to the stereo and played one of my favorite CDs, Somewhere in my Lifetime by Phyllis Hyman.

I sat there on the living room floor with my back against the wall and continued to let my tears flow. The words that Phyllis spoke cut so deep down into my soul. I closed my eyes and envisioned myself playing with my mother when I was younger; the love that my family once shared with me before this lifestyle came into play.

“I miss you, Mommy and Daddy,” I said aloud as Phyllis took me away with her words about living all alone.

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