Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

False Idols

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I thought my eye were deceiving me. What in hell is she doing here? "Jesus Christ, the hell you doing kid?", I scolded her, once again or being in a dangerous situation whilst pregnant.

"Aren't you glad I ain't robbing joint no more? Good news, took your advice and kinda nibbed it in the butt, if you get what I'm saying", she replies, with that signature dead pan delivery of hers.

"You didn't..", my eyes begged her. Did she really do what I think she did?

"Come on, why don't you let me play a couple rounds. At least now I get to pop a sucker right between the eyes and not worry about the damage. More liberating", she continues, clearly referring to that night in the diner.

"I bet you could. Now beat it", I threaten her, having no interest in babysitting at the moment.

"Who the hell is this kid", Dexter asked, keeping his gun drawn to her and hand firmly pressed on her small shoulder.

"Street punk", I replied. I get that I was calling the kettle black here, but this wasn't he time to be dealing with this.

"Nice lap dog you got", she tilts her head in Dexter's direction.

"Oh yeah. He speaks, plays tricks, and even rolls over", I remarked, earning a glare from him in the process.

"This could be so cool. You can teach me everything you know! I get to kick ass right beside you! This could be so cool!", she rambles on, overexcited before I cut off.

"....And I wanna run down the beach into my own arms but you don't always get what we want. I'm not someone to aspire to be. How many times do you want me to say it? Take a hike!", I threatened her again. But it was not working. "This is not your time", I gritted my teeth at her.

Frustration was mounting from an already emotionally charged, physically demanding week. And I was not about to let a wild teen interrupt important business. I was ready to snap, my rage bottled by only a fraction...and it was begging to be released.

"If you just give me a chance....", she interrupts me, trying to stand up for herself and stand her ground, but nothing she does is working. And the premature defeat is already in her eyes.

"You need to get the hell outta here. Right now", my warning was final and my last sentence was emphasized.

"I'm pretty sure someone's taken chances on you before. Just give one chance!...". With that, I just let in all loose. I had snapped.

At this point I could care less about everybody else around me. My frustrations and rage had not only reached it's peak, but excelled.

Brushing my hair back in frustration, I couldn't hold it in much longer, and quite honestly I didn't fight my urges. It's like I have my eyes focused on one thing, and one thing only, and I refused to focus on anything else unless that rage was exuded.

"Fine", I spat out. "You want to ruin your life? You want a shot to prove yourself?", I snatch Karen's gun out of her hand, ready to hit this girl with a doze of reality. "Come here", I reach over and pull her with force in front of me to face Valentine.

"See this douchebag? 36 years old, born in San Juan, his old man ran the biggest drug game for 20 years, with ties to an international drug smuggling ring, prostitution and manufacturing the deadliest military weapons ever seen on God's unholy green earth", I explained to her, making no attention to hide my frustration.

"And you're gonna kill him", I ordered. I place the gun firmly in her grip, and pull her arms out to point the gun at Valentine. Now she begins to feel the heat. I don't know what she was expecting with this. She was looking up to the wrong person. I was not someone to idolize, I was not someone to look up to or imitate. I was a killer, pure and simple.