In Need of You

Chapter Thirteen

Jonah watched Sabrina and Madeline from his BMW. Taking pictures of the two playing with Daisy at the park made him want to vomit. What was so intriguing about wanting to fuck their kind, he wondered. Each and every one of those people was jumbled and mix-matched with unpure blood. A little Indian here. A little Hispanic there. To hell with that. Elisha needed to understand the Brysen linage. He needed to understand why it was important.

Taking one last picture, Jonah watched them load into Elisha's SUV. That boy was a damn fool for letting that wench and her child stay in his home. Everything they touched was no longer of value. As they drove out the parking lot, Jonah cranked his car and trailed them, ensuring they wouldn't notice him following them. They were black, he thought. They didn't have that type of common sense to begin with. 

Whether Elisha liked it or not, his son was going to thank him for doing this. He had to properly get rid of Sabrina and Madeline like the infestation they were. Whenever one roach appeared in the house, give it poison so that it could spread it to the rest of its nest. Then, there wouldn't be any more roaches. 

Staying behind an older model car, Jonah watched them pull into his son's driveway as he purposedly turned onto another street. He sped in front of the vehicle, cutting off the driver and his passenger. Noticing that they were an older black couple, he frowned. The suburbs were no longer reserved for the pure and righteous. They were letting everybody in. 

Jonah saw the older man get out of his car and check his back bumper. He waved his fist at Jonah, setting another fire under his already raging one. 

He slowed down his car while rolling down his window down. "Is there a problem, sir?" Jonah asked, moving his shades downward to see him clearly.

"Either you're distracted or you don't give a shit, but you did a number to my classic. This is a 1967 Cadillac Convertible," the older man said.

"And?"

He glared at Jonah, then smiled. "I see. You like to flaunt what you have. That's wonderful," the older gentleman stated. "But I've worked very hard for what I have."

"Listen, I made the wrong turn. That's all. There's no need to get confrontational," Jonah replied mockingly. 

The older gentleman stepped closer to Jonah's window and placed his arms on the inside of the car, catching him off guard. "Listen, mister. I don't know what you've got going on, but I would be damned if I see you coming into my neighborhood, following me, or trying to do something to disrupt my peace. Emma, my wife, doesn't like this kind of shit either, so from this moment on, I'm going to pretend that this never happened."

Jonah laughed. "You think you've got authority. You're just a damn mon--"

The older gentleman dug into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a Beretta. A Vietnam War Veteran logo rested on the breast of his jacket. He tapped the inside of Jonah's car, keeping his finger on the side of the gun. "Say what I think you gone say, and I'll make sure you'll never have to speak to anyone again." 

Jonah sat back in his seat and watched the man slide the gun back into his pocket. If there was one thing he did understand, that wasn't to fuck with any war veteran, especially those from the Vietnam War. He had to wisely pick and chose his battles.  

"Okay," Jonah said. "If I come back with the authorities, then you'll have to explain why you pulled a gun on me." Jonah sped away from the older couple and returned to his son's street. 

That old man and his raggedy wife weren't his problems at the moment. He'd get back to them later. Right now, he needed to clean house. He parked in the driveway and got out of his car. He took his door key out and inserted it. Giggling the handle, he yanked the key out. The bitch must have changed the locks. Settling for ringing the doorbell, he waited, until he saw the door open. 

"Hello," Sabrina said. She placed her body between the door and entranceway. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"You must be Sabrina Ellis," Jonah asked, taking off his shades. 

She examined him, keeping her hand on the handle. "I am."

"I'm Elisha's father. I wanted to have a word with you." He said. "Could I come inside?"

Sabrina gripped the door tighter. She glared at him for a moment, then spoke. "Elisha doesn't want you inside his home."

Jonah backed away from the front door while laughing. He placed his hands on his hips. "That sounds just like my son. Always trying to undermine me." He suddenly yanked the door open and pushed Sabrina inside the house, knocking her onto the floor. 

"Mommy!" Madeline called. "Did you take a tumble?" The child stood in the middle of the hall. She watched the man stood over her mother and screamed. She held the teddy bear close to her body as she watched Sabrina move out of her view. 

"There, there. Don't cry," he said with a smile. "I'm not going to hurt your mother. I just want to talk to her."

He kneeled next to Sabrina. Just seeing her scamper away from him was invigorating. "I take great pride in the Brysen name. It's a name that has built this wonderful community of Kentfield. Good upstanding and righteous people seek the luxuries that this business has built. The Brysen name is a symbol of purity; it's a symbol of prosperity. It's even given your kind jobs so that you could try to put food on the table. That's if you can't stave away the finer things in life your people always run after."

Sabrina frowned. "What the fuck do you want with me?"

"I want you to leave my son," Jonah said, looking in her eyes. She was very beautiful, he thought. He understood why his son wanted her around so badly. "I don't care if you love him or not. Leave him, and I won't have any more problems with you. Do you understand?"

Sabrina nodded her head as tears streamed from her eyes.

Sliding his index finger across her cheek, he smiled. "Good." He stood to his feet and made his way toward the door. Closing the door behind them, Jonah heard their screams. No matter the circumstances, he was going to keep the family name clean.