BY DEMARCO'S STANDARDS (Part 5)

Bless His Little Heart

My head was spinning, I was spinning as well, spinning out of control on a road headed toward many collisions. A one way road to be exact, going in only one direction not looking back, no u-turns here.

When I left that building, the building I had grown to love, the building that held so many precious memories for me, I hopped into Demarco's most prized position.... his beloved car. Probably the only thing he truly loved. As I settled behind the wheel I ripped the rearview mirror off and tossed it out the window. Like I said I wasn't looking back.

Pushing the button I heard the engine come to life. With a smile on my face I slammed the gear into reverse and punched the gas. I backed out of the spot full force and rammed the rear of the car into the comment collium. Laughing out loud I mumbled. "Ain't the first time I tore the bumper off this bitch". Recalling the night I doused his eye's with pepper spray and had to drive him home.

Gunning the gas pedal I squealed out of there. I drove all night with no particular destination in mind. Pedal to the metal all the way. Sure I ranted and raved, plotted their deaths, thought if horrific ways to end their life but inbetween all of that I cried. I cried for all the memories, the good time's, the loving word's we would whisper to each other in the darkness of night. I cried for the broken promises, for wasting my time on him, for changing my life to enter his world. I cried because I knew this would sever my relationship with his family, my family... but their not my family anymore. They'll be that bitches family now.

I cried because I realized I'd never see that smile of his again. The smile he only reserved for me and me only. Dem never smiled as part of his tough guy attitude but he did smile for me and it lit my world up. My mind began to wonder and think of the good time's, our beginnings. I recalled the night he picked me up from work where I was a waitress. He took me to a all night diner where we sat until nearly dawn. That was the first time he smiled and I told him "you should smile more often. It looks good on you".

I cried because I knew I'd never feel his touch again. Never hold his hand, never feel his arm's around me and never trace my finger along his tattoos.

Then the anger would rush back to the surface and I was literally foaming from the mouth like a rabid dog. I wanted to rip them apart. Then Defucko had the audacity to ask me to stay, that he'll move in with his parent's. Told me he wasn't asking for a divorce but just wanted time to figure out if the thing he had for Ivy was real. Fuck that. I wasn't about to wait around on him to decide who he wanted. If he decided Ivy wasn't it did he expect me to welcome him back with open arm's? He can't be that stupid. No, if he wants to be free, well let's just say I will let him be free. I'm nobody's back burner bitch.

By sunrise I found myself at the ocean. I sat on the shore just watching the waves crash. I had long since tossed my phone out the window because he kept calling along with Miri and Laney. Nothing against them, I'll never do anything to harm them but right now I just need to be alone. Yes, I threatened to turn the family secrets over to the law if Demarco disturbed my lawyer but I said that to keep Dem from doing just that. I as well as he knows if I did that the family would kill me and I know Demarco would never allow that. Therefore I tied his hands in that area.

Yea, I know what you might be thinking. How can you trust him to not have you killed. After all you trusted him yet he cheated. Well because I truly know Demarco. He'd get pissed at me but no matter what I did he wouldn't harm me. I see it in his dark eye's. I know his thoughts, his heart, his soul. Ivy may think she knows him but she only knows the man on the outside such as his favorite food, color, song. I know the man on the inside. I know what he fears, what he hates, what makes him sad, what makes him happy, but most importantly I know his weakness.... he fears he will never live up to be the king his father was. I also know how to make sure he never achieves that. Let's just hope my vengeance doesn't strike that far.

Picking myself up off the sand I brushed my bottom off. As I walked back toward his car a brilliant idea crossed my mind. Driving to an abandoned dock I parked the car facing the ledge. Leaving the car running, I removed my bags. Finding a old brick that was lying around I placed it on the gas pedal. The engine revved up and I removed the car from gear. I jumped up and down and squealed as I watched his baby soar off the dock into the ocean. "Let's see you repair it this time Defucko" I screamed to the empty lot.

Picking up my bags I started walking. Sure I had money for a rental car but I kept walking and started hanging my thumb up to car's. Yes I know hitch hiking is dangerous but so was I. Finally a car pulled off. Sticking my head into the window I saw a man that was probably my age. "I'm heading to New York'. I said.

"Hop on in then". He replied.

We rode for several hour's and chit chatted about everything. As the sun begin to set he suddenly pulled off the road onto a ruddy dirt drive. "What are you doing?" I asked calmly.

He only grinned and remained mute. Instantly I knew his plans it's just to bad he chose the wrong girl. As soon as the car stopped I smiled up at him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to pick up hitch hikers?"

I didn't give him a chance to reply. I removed my gun and blew his brains out. I just made my first kill. I felt no remorse, no regret, no fear. I just laughed thinking how I wished Laney could have witnessed that. It was a feat dragging the bastards body out of the car and I was covered in blood by the time I finished. Once complete I hopped in the car and headed home.

It was late morning by the time I arrived back at the building. I knew I needed a bath and clean clothes before I went to my mom and explain we would be moving soon. So I had no choice but to go to Demarco's place. I waltzed in without knocking. He was sitting on the couch wearing the same clothes he had on when I left. Jumping up he said in a rush. "Sam where have you been? I've been worried?'

Scoffing I spat. "Must be hard keeping up with two bitches huh?"

He finally noticed my blood splattered clothing. "Sam are you okay. What's wrong".

"Back the fuck up unless you want to be next". I threatened.

I slammed the bathroom door and jumped into the shower. Wrapping a towel around me I came out to fund him standing there. "Explain this Sam?"

Giving him a look filled with attitude I snarled. "I ain't gotta explain shit to nobody. You ain't my daddy".

"Fuck Sam. I understand your mad". I cut him off with a bitter laugh.

"Mad. No this isn't mad. This is hell standing in front of you. My name's Karma and I'll be knocking soon". I said sliding into my clothes.

"Sam" he yelled coming at me. I instantly squared up and chopped him right on the throat. He bent over and grasped for breath. I patted his back and whispered in his ear. "Just because I chose not to fight doesn't mean I couldn't do it."

I walked to the door. "Oh you'll find your car in the deep blue sea. Good luck with that. I hope you and Ivy have the pathetic life you both deserve. Next time you hear from me it will be through my lawyer. See ya then fuckboy".

I skipped to my mom's place and within four day's we had moved out and I had found the most lethal divorce lawyer on the west coast. Sucks to be Dem right now.