One swing then back, two swings in and back. Beyonce Knowles - Carter nor Cookie Lyon could tell me nothing about anger and swinging the legendary bat. As I kept swinging the more powerful and better I felt, and the more Darryl wasn't moving. I ignore Dorinda's weak attempts to pull me back and away from her soon to be corpse of a ex-husband. Thank God he's not my father if he was that would make everything suck that much more.
"Rasheeda please you'll kill him". I can feel her trying to pry me off as best as she can and her voice is croaking.
As I drop the bat now splattered with cold blood I can't help but look at Dorinda who was beat to a pulp. She was beat so bad I hardly recognized her. Her soft smooth brown skin is now covered purple and red spots. Her eyebrow had a sliced gash above her eye and her head was badly bruised.
I can't help but think in my head because my mouth couldn't formulate the words. Why would he do this to you? How could he do that to her? What the hell was she thinking to let herself deal with this? Where's Carla?
As she's trying to hold herself steady on my arms she lets go and falls back. Mom? Momma...Momma!
I take my cell phone clumsily and shakily out of my back pocket and dial 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
In a state of shock I can barely collect my thoughts. The phone becomes shaky and trembles in my hand and I halfway attempt to hold the phone.
"Ma'am you've reached 911 dispatch. Can you please speak into the phone so we know how to best assist you?"
"Um...I would like to report an...an...intruder. Someone broke into my aunt's house and beat my mother".
I can hear the dispatcher typing as I stutter out and mumble what happened. I can feel the sweat beads dripping down my face and the hairs on the back of my neck become stiff grass. "Okay ma'am I need you to speak louder and clearer so I can send out the appropriate emergency response team to help with your situation". I really want to just hang up the phone and let them figure it out for themselves – I could hardly talk.
Damn it can they just get over here? I mean all these questions and this is getting nowhere. We'll figure out the rest. I don't know if my mom is dying or where Carla is at this point and time.
"Look lady just please bring police and the ambulance. My mom is bleeding out on the floor and she's not responding..." I keep gently slapping her face cheeks to try to keep her eyes fluttering open.
"A guy came in and beat her and we just need medical attention please", I continue.
"Okay I'll make sure two units are on their way. What's your address?"
I rub my head in frustration and take a second to reminisce on where I actually am at the moment. I'm at 2196 West Castille Road. Please hurry", I drop to the couch seat and sit in the most unlady like position that could exist on this planet. This was all I knew and all I was accustomed to.
"Ma'am please stay on the line and help is on the way. All units we have 10-43 and 10-49 on 2196 West Castille Road. We have a home intruder and medical assistance is needed. Units responding please identify".
I hear on another connected line, "Units 408A and 325B responding. ETA is no longer than ten minutes". The line is full of static as if they are on a walkie-talkie.
I stare at Darryl's lifeless body and I get up to unlock the front door so when the cops arrive they can easily gain entry and not bust down my aunt's door. As I'm caught off guard because I feel a hand wrap around my ankle. Startled I jump back and fall back in the recliner close to the door and I see Darryl's head turn spitting and coughing up blood.
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Confessions of an Invisible Woman
General FictionRasheeda Lancaster is a "rose" - one who is so strong that also comes with a side of thorns. To the eye she's a college student that is just trying to establish her career, but inside she faces so much more and she ends up going down a path she wish...
