Karma
"You said you had information on who killed my father. Who was it?", I asked, still in seemingly shock that all my life I'd been lied to by the one I loved the most.
My grandfather sighed and shook his head.
"Tell me!", I couldn't control the tears that ran down my cheeks. It was like a waterfall.
"His name is Raheem Vasquez, Karmen. He's from New Yo..."
I didn't hear anything else. I froze. Raheem?
"He's after you Karmen. He's determined to kill every Jewel alive. He already took your father...and your mother. You have to be somewhere safe."
I couldn't believe it.
I was betrayed.
I was sad.
I was heartbroken.
Most of all...
My heart had just turned cold. I felt a chill go down my spine.
"Stop the car."
He didn't.
"STOP THE FUCKING CAR!"
Abruptly, he halted. I grabbed my purse and got out. Popped the trunk and forced out my suitcase then began walking down the pedestrian filled street.
"Karmen!", I heard him yell behind me.
"Karmen!"
"Where are you going!"
I stopped but didn't bother turning around.
"To avenge my father's death."
**
2 weeks later
I sat on my couch with my old black drawer I pulled from my dresser on my lap and my glock .17 at my side. My period hadn't come in two days so I decided to go to my GYN to see what was wrong. I couldn't stay for the results.
I was in a hurry.
She said she'd call me with the results once she'd stop handling more patients.
Everything Sanchez said was true. For the first time, I read my birth certificate.
Father:
Kwincy K. Jewel
Mother:
Caitlyn B. Sanchez
Name Of Child:
Karmen S. Jewel
And for the first time, I did research on my father's case.
Suspect in the murder of former drug trafficking leader Kwincy Jewel, George Jones also known as "G Baby" has been apprehended by NYPD.
Jones, admits there were two other people who were involved in the brutal execution but had nothing to do with killing Jewel.
According to Jones, a man named Raheem was responsible for the execution of former drug dealer, Jewel.
Raheem Vasquez, 22 was confronted by police but fled before he could be apprehended.
Police officers still have no lead to the alleged murderer or the murder weapon.
I heard keys jangle in the door lock. I jumped up as soon as it opened.
"Wassup, baby I miss..", he set down a duffel bag and looked up to see me aiming my gi straight at him.
"Karma, what the fuck you doing!"
"The name is Karmen, muthafucka!", I threw a picture of me and my father at him when I was fifteen. He picked it up and looked on in awe.
He bit his bottom lip as he stared at the picture. Uncontrollable tears ran from his eyes.
"Karmen, I never meant to-"
"What? Kill my fucking father!?"
"Huh?", he looked at me dumbfounded. "I thought he was your brother."
"He was my father, muthafucka!" I threw a crumpled up birth certificate in his face. He opened it and read.
"Karmen..", his voice broke as he talked. "I swear, I loved him like a father. I never wanted to kill him, Karmen I swear.", he broke down.
I struggled to keep my tears in, but eventually they fell.
"I loved him, too. But I'd never betray him like you did!"
I let out three shots hitting him with every bullet. He fell. And this time I wasn't helping him. I stared at his lifeless body. "I loved you."
I said to his lifeless body. Then, my phone started to ring. It was my GYN.
"Hello. Dr. Reed now is not a real good time."
"Karma, I have news on why you haven't been getting your period, lately. Karma..." She cleared her throat.
"You're three months pregnant."
"Congratulations."
