Dark Passion The Novel

Once again, he was direct on point, and it did seem to be taking a little longer than anticipated and none of us predicted we would be fasting.  We were staying here a week, we had not planned to do general house cleaning but we had to find something to do.  When my parents come here, they always hire help to open this place.  As he plucked his cell from its holster, the house phone ranged.  Monney did not think anything of it and answered it hoping it was Josh.  I looked on in sheer terror knowing my parents only have service on when they visit, it should not be on.

The conversation was brief; Monney only said yes several times and no a few times, then iight Cuzz before he hung the receiver on the hook.  He walked over and flopped down on the seal grey silk upholstered Duncan Phyfe sofa.  He covered his mouth with a three-finger curl, rested his chin on his thumb while tapping his nose with his pointer finger.  Tre and I studied him as he pondered, his eyes searched the ceilings and walls, and then he turned them on Tre and me.

“What’s up?”  Tre asked.

“Man, fuck this and yo boi Mogies.”

“Why, who was that on the phone?”

“Man I’m telling you mother fuckers something ain’t right.”  Blindly he gazed into the fireplace at the smut black and grey wordless ashes, the only contents left from the note he had tossed in.  “Iight, I’m not the greatest Jew, Christian, Muslim or any other faith but I do think that the Devil does three things.”

We waited patiently for the punch line, knowing Monney has not taken any of it seriously.  He rose from the sofa, and walks over to the east bay window to view the Atlantic through a telescope.

“You having revelations yo?”  Tre giggled.  He too walked over and spied from the window.

“You can say that Cuzz but it’s true.  The Devil does three things 1: It molests children; I mean what God would have a child molested then have that same child go through such selfishness and troubles for a lifetime. 2: It lies to you, wanting to keep you poor and three, It always has a bunch of bullshit going on trying to interrupt your peaceful flow.  See god don’t test your faith, he has no need too and only a fool would think such nonsense.”

Monney is my boi, but he is the last person I would look for to receive heavenly advice.  I did listen, and found it to be true.  Not knowing what brought this on, I joined them at the window and only seen a large yacht anchored out pass the breakwater.  He continued with his sermon, and I must admit it was a bit frightening at times.

He looked back over his left shoulder at Tre and me, with a nasty hateful smirk and said.  “That’s your boi out there, he’s coming for us.”

“Who Jamal, is that who just called here?”

“Yeah and that Kat is about to do some ill shit, I can tell.”  He answered.

Our brain goes through a process in the time of need; in medical terms, they call it Flight or Fight.  It allows you to either stand up to your aggressors or flee, even internally your white blood cells and other cells will either fight off germs or give up.  We had no-where to flee, and how could we fight shadows and people whom we believe were from the pits of hell are beyond me but we do what we have to do and hope The Lord has our back.

“What did he say?”  I asked, thinking back on the party at his crib and all the horror that filled that night. “What did he say he was going to do man, what’s up with it Cuzz?” The sheer thought of what I remembered of that night scared the hell out of me.

Tre used his cell and unlike those uncanny B Sci-Fi movies, he was able to get through and speak with Josh, he asked their location and if everything is ok.  Josh told him they were cool and on their way back.  I urged him not to say too much because Norchelle was with them and if my feelings were correct, he is the person that told Jamal we were here.

Monney continued to watch the yacht and its ungodly crew. He never actually said what Jamal said to him on the pho