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SELITA
It has been three weeks since that morning. I will never forget that morning for as long as I live. I remember the tires screeching, the door slamming and then the drama that unfolded right before my eyes in the foyer and the staircase. Ever since all of that stuff unfolded, every morning I would wake up to the sound of Carl Thomas' "Emotional" blasting from Romeo's bedroom. Now, don't get me wrong, the song is beautiful and I quite frankly, like it very much. But, EVERY morning is a little much. I opened the door to my bedroom and anticipated hearing the song playing in rare form. To my surprise, there was silence. Nothing. I have always been respectful of Romeo's privacy, even as a child. But, he is MY only child, my son. I needed to know if he was okay since the routine had suddenly changed. I slowly crept down the hallway and peeked into Roman's bedroom. He was sound asleep.
He had spent the weekend with Romeo and I. I loved having my grandson around. I had been trying to convince Romeo to file for joint custody along with Alicia, but he insisted the agreement that the two of them shared was more than fair. I don't trust her shady ass, plain and simple. She is still the same social climbing little bitch that I remembered. That much I KNOW hasn't changed. She thinks that by having a son with Romeo, that will keep her played ass in Gucci this and Gucci that for decades to come. I got another thing coming for that little ho. I intend to plant the seeds to her demise, as soon as I am able. I closed the door slowly to Roman's bedroom, so that I wouldn't awake him. He had stayed up late playing video games and since it was still summer, I thought he deserved to sleep in. I would take him out to lunch later when he awoke.
As I crept across the hallway towards Romeo's room, I got the strangest feeling of Deja Vu. As I opened the door and walked in the room, I understood why. My stomach tightened as my eyes bulged out of my head. I thought that my mind was playing tricks on me. But, I knew better. I may have been in an insane asylum for almost a decade, but I was NOT crazy. I had so many thoughts running through my mind as I stood at the edge of the bed. I thought about going downstairs and grabbing a butcher knife, but the clean-up would be way too messy. I thought about grabbing a steel baseball bat out of the utility closet, but brain bashing wasn't my style. I even thought about wrapping my hands around her throat and squeezing the life out of her, but choking someone is hard work even for a woman as strong as me. I resigned myself to the only thought that was safe and deathless. I turned and headed to the bathroom. I looked under the sink and grabbed an empty cleaning bucket before filling it with cold water.
I had a mind not to go through with it, but rage quickly reminded me of how good it would feel to follow through. I walked back into the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom and over to the right side of the bed. I looked down at her and commenced to pouring. As the cold water splashed down onto her, she began to flounder around; waking Romeo in the process. He opened his eyes slowly and then jumped out of bed as the remaining water in the bucket splashed onto his side.
"Get the hell up," I yelled, as Alicia jumped out of bed, spitting and practically choking on water that went up her nose. "What the hell is going on here?!"
