Beast

Chapter Two: What It's Really Like in Hell

Beep Beep Beep, the sound of the alarm clock woke me. Seeing it was four o'clock, I swung my legs over the couch and walked my self to the kitchen. I pulled out some eggs, bacon, grits, and pancakes.

"Caesar, what are you doing?" I heard someone say behind me. 

I turned around and saw Cyrus half awake, half asleep, still trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. I turned back around as if I didn't hear a word he said and started back on what I was originally doing before he disturbed me.  

I heard him pull out a chair and sit at the table. He hung his head in between his hands and started to fall back to sleep and just as quick ,I  started to laughed when he almost fell on the floor.

" Aye Cyrus, get up and go back to bed man. I'll save you a plate, just go lay back down for you mess around and wake up on the floor again." I said while trying to be like a chef and flip a pancake without using a spatula, key word, TRIED.

"Nah beaux, it's cool,'' he started yawning," I can't sleep. I gotta give my mama her medicine." He pushed up the chair and walked over to one of the cabinets and grabbed a bottle of  Flexoril. I looked at him and just when he was about to pop the bottle open and poor the whole thing of medicine on the floor, I  grabbed it from him.

"Nah don't worry about that, I'll give it to her. But you gotta get some rest like for real lil dude. I'll wake you in a few aight." I watched him walk into the wall then finally found  the couch and saw him fall face first into the cushion and start snoring.

After some failed pancake flips and a few pieces of burned bacon, I decided to give cooking some breakfast a rest, I wasn't gon' burn no more food just yet. I let lil dude sleep and figured it might be best now to pick his stuff up from his mom's house for him, so that he wouldn't have to deal with his mama, and also so that I can try and talk some sense into her for myself.

I ran upstairs and put on a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a dry-fit Nike shirt and grabbed the car keys to my 1999 black Ford Taurus. I might've had money, but I preferred the simple things in life sometimes.

"Aight baby girl, leggo do what we gotta do." I pulled off from in front of the yard and started trying to remember how we got to  Caesar's house yesterday. 

"Left here..... Right there....... annnnnnnnnnnnnndddd Shit.That ain't the place." 

Aight maybe I need directions but I wasn't goin' to admit it. I had a very keen sense of direction and I was goin' to find my way to the house before the the day was over. 

"Aight I think this is it." I put the car in park and walked to the door and started banging on it.

"Is anyone home? I'm here to pick up Caesar's stuff." No one came, so I started knocking again.

When I heard the same voice from last night say, the infamous "No body home", I immediately bust the door open and she screamed.

"I outta call the cops." she yelled

"Call them," I said calmly, "but I'm not gon be the one going to jail."

She looked at me and smacked her lips, " What you mean by that? Last I checked, when you bust up in someone's door and it ain't YOUR house, then I would have the rights to call the cops and tell them that I'm being robbed."

"Yeah ma' you right, but how you gon call the cops with no phone?" 

"Boy, I got more phones in this house then you have hoes." She said laughing trying to be funny, but I didn't see the humor in the joke since I didn't have any hoes but might as well let her believe what she want.

"You real funny lady," I rubbed through my hair trying to think of ways not to be rude, "but I only came here to get Cyrus' stuff."

"Tell him I need him to bring his ass home now, how am I gon' eat or even know when I gotta take my meds,or-"

"Well maybe I need glasses but, you look perfectly fine to me. Don't even look like it's nothing wrong with you so, I don't see why you need him, and plus you must got 'bout a hundred phones right? Why don't you use them"

She was about to start poppin' off at the mouth but I pulled out a bag of her meds, and she shut up quick. She went as still as a statue and when I moved the bag, her eyes followed like a dog would a bone. 

"Now, that I have your attention, I would like to get what I originally came over here for. So here is the deal, I get Cyrus' stuff and you get ya 'meds'. Deal?"

She shook her head hard, but that wasn't enough.

"So you can't speak, I'll just rat to the cops then...."

"And tell them what?''

"Word on the street is, you out here doing some illegal drug deals all for this little bitty bottle, and that when ya son is out walking to get ya meds, you have people running a train all for a quick, what is it, $300. I wonder what Cyrus-"

"IT'S A DEAL. IT'S A DEAL"

I laughed and threw the bag to her and she caught it like it was a precious vase to her.

"Cyrus aint got much, but his room is the last door to the left, get his stuff and leave."

I went to my car and grabbed a duffle bag and made my way back to the house and saw the ol' lady just sitting at the table crushing up pills, I just kept on going until I got to the last door and I opened it up. 

"Well this don't seem like it's much lady," but I guess i was talking to myself. I went to the little closet to the left of the room and took the five shirts and three pairs of pants. Then I went to the dresser and grabbed his under draws and his run down ike's because they sure weren't Nike's anymore.

"Aight woman, I'm out. I'll let Cyrus know how you doing," I looked at her disgusted, " but yeah enjoy ya stuff."

She shooed me out the door and I got back in and made my way to the house.

I was at a stoplight when I realized that  the duffle bag barely had any weight to it. I was going to have to take him out to buy some new clothes, what ever he wanted. Hell I'll just give him $1,500 to start with and if he need anything else then by all means I got him.

HHOOONK.

Hell I forgot I was at a red light.

By the time I got home, it was mid-day and Cyrus was on the floor sleep, still. I just grabbed a blanket and covered him up and let him sleep. I Guess he needed it.

I decided to write him a note saying I was about to go back out. I dropped off the duffel and left a few grand and then high-tailed it out  of there and went to work.

 Many wonder what my line of work is. I am an entrepreneur. I own the biggest strip club join in Louisiana. Although I'm not in the streets, I have my ties. They call me Beast, for reasons explained later. But I am no bad man, trust and believe.

I feel this is a good place to leave off with. Next chapter coming soon.