Karris Point of View
“I don’t like it when you break me honey
Why’d you have to do that?
Tell me when you’ll make these tears keeps falling
Do you feel like a man?”
“BANG”. He left the flat for the third time today. The flat we both shared for the last 3 years, a year after we started our relationship. I was 17 and he was 18. We were both young and inexperienced with love. We rushed into it, the wrong decision for college students. I remember when I was in classes, I would write on my hand ‘Karris♥Ken’Ichi’; Young Love.
1:25 Am. It’s been three hours since he left me home alone to go and ‘jam’ with his friends but he didn’t say anything to me before leaving. He did this every week, every day for the past one year and comes back smelling of weed and sex. At first I tried to ask him why he smelt of that sh*t but he just ignored me. One night, he came back and again I consistently asked him why he smelt that way and why he was so cold to me. He answered me, by back handing me into the glass table that once stood in the middle of our living room. I left him immediately. That same night, I moved back into my sister’s house and cried on her shoulder, telling her everything from when he suddenly changed till that night. She was so angry, she threatened to call our cousins in America but I convinced her not too. Our cousins were dangerous, very dangerous and they happened to know Ken’Ichi because he used to live in America, in the same area. We actually all grew up together over there until our mum decided to get a divorce from daddy. I didn’t mind; I hated him anyway. We moved months later to London where I started Year 9 again and my sister, Kay’dee went back to college. It was when I started Year 11, that I saw Ken’Ichi again. Apparently, his mum had an affair with my dad and his parents got a divorce. His mum is a successful lawyer and when she married his dad, he never signed a pre-nup so he gets half of her yearly earnings and she has to pay child benefit to his dad for Ken’Ichi and his little brother and little sister every month so when his dad and they moved to London, he didn’t have to work at all because they were set for life. I obviously felt sorry for him, with me being in the same situation but I couldn’t help but feel he hated me and my family for his mum and dad splitting, I would! But ever since then, I and he have been best friends and I guess that’s why I haven’t been able to leave him, even after the violent issue at our flat.
After an intense week of crying and feeling sorry for myself at my sisters’ place, I decided to get more clothes from my old flat. A fifteen minute ride on the bus got me thinking’ what will I do if he’s there? Will he hit me again? What if he had another girl over there? Is he okay? All these kinds of questions were running through my head like a roller-coaster and it was all making me dizzy. I got to the flat and used my keys to get in. The place was absolutely horrendous. There was trash everywhere, dirty clothes and pizza boxes plus the smell. I had to hold my breath and cover my mouth but the smell was still seeping through my clothes. It was disgusting. It smelt like someone died. I quickly opened every window there was and sprayed some Air Wick all over the place. I wanted to get out immediately. I walked into our bedroom and noticed one big lump on our king-sized bed. It started moving around slowly then the big lump split into two. OMG, there were two people in there. Both figures got up slowly and sat on either side of the bed with the covers covering their bodies. It was obviously a girl and a boy; I guessing Ken’Ichi; the girl had the covers only covering her bottom bits so I could see her chest. I felt kind of insecure at that moment because it was obviously she had a better body than me but Ken’Ichi just sat there with his head in his hands, shaking it from side to side. I didn’t think they knew I was standing here watching them, our room was pretty big.
Ken’Ichi: Get your clothes and get out of my yard, I don’t wanna see u here again
Girl: But Ken ‘baby, I thought you were taking me shopping today?
Ken’Ichi: Why would I waste my money on a sket though; it’s like paying for a prostitute but with clothes instead of money
Girl: What makes you think I was gonna leave without getting any money?
Ken’Ichi: What the fuck you talking about bitch, you ain’t getting shi…
While he was talking, the girl went into her purse, pulled out a small hand gun and pointed it at him so when he turned around he was stuck for words. I still couldn’t believe they hadn’t noticed me. I slipped into the bathroom to get to our ‘emergency kit’ which contained the usual first aid kit, a few daggers and a black hand gun with extra bullets on the side but this emergency kit was hidden in the wall so only me and Ken’Ichi knew where it was. I picked out the hand gun and slowly slipped out on the bathroom and into the walk in closet. There were a few bullets in the chamber but I would only shoot at her if she shoots first. Ken was trying to calm her down but it wasn’t working.
Ken’Ichi: Put it down lil mama, you don’t know what to do with a weapon like that
Girl: Big daddy taught me, like he taught you. He sends his regards.
Ken’Ichi: Tamara? Yo, what you doing here? You were supposed to be in Russia
Tamara: Big Daddy got tired of that lil mission so he asked me to end it before coming back home then I find out that you left the lil’ group, why? Big Daddy misses you and the $400,000 you took with you
Ken’Ichi: What are you talking about? Big Daddy got it all wrong, I wasn’t the one who took the money, it was Marc-
She shot at him once and missed just slightly. I think she did it on purpose just to scare him but he didn’t look fazed, he just moved slightly. Had this happened before? I got my gun ready and aimed just in case she shot at him again.
Ken’Ichi: You should really put that down. You might hurt somebody
Tamara: That’s the point. Big Daddy said I should either bring the money back or bring you back dead. You choose…
Ken’Ichi: Jesus, will you listen to me, I said I never stole the god-dammed money! It was Marcus. He set me up
Tamara: How can you say Marcus stole from his own father? Are you being serious right now? And why would he set YOU up?
Ken’Ichi: Because he always hated me. You were just a kid; you couldn’t remember anything but Big Daddy always made us fight each other to get better. I won most of the fights but when Marcus won, Big Daddy always showed more affection to me than his own blood son. I guess it hurt Marcus bad over those years because he always had this inner resentment for me, stored away and I guess he found the best time to strike when I was leaving.
Tamara: Don’t fucking bullshit me punk!
She started shooting at him continuously and he kept dodging the bullets. One hit him in the shoulder and he went down. Tamara walked up to him, still naked and stood over his naked body. She pulled off the brunette wig she had on, letting her long blonde wavy hair fall down her back and tossed the wig off to one side. She aimed the gun straight at his head and shot him in his other shoulder; she was trying to torture him. I walked slowly towards her, with the gun aimed for her head; she couldn’t hear me coming which was good because I wanted to kill this mother fucker. She pissed me off! Ken’Ichi was shaking on the floor, trying to hold on to both his shoulders which have been shot. She was about to shoot him in his knee caps when I shot straight at the middle of her head. She stopped immediately ad dropped the gun then dropped to her knees and right on Ken’Ichi’s body. Blood was trickling down from her head onto his chest and in-between the laminated floorboards. Ken looked at me with a look, a look that we both knew that neither of us could ever let this leave this room and we would have to stay together to protect each other; him from this ‘Big Daddy’ and me from the police. I knew I was partially staying with him because I still loved this motherfucker!
