courtroom drama. At least it was looking better for Nard, and Nard had finally gotten a chance to tell what happened that night.
He turned the key, started the car, and began following the Tyler family. This time he didn’t lose them, and Wink never noticed the van following him even as it pulled up in front of his mother’s house.
Liddles watched the house carefully and waited as the family went inside. Wink emerged fifteen minutes later with a laundry bag in tow. My brother for yours, he thought to a dead Jeremy.
Timing would be crucial, but other than that, it was all coming together in his head. He would kill Wink without his even seeing it coming, and then they would be even. He watched as Wink opened the back door on the passenger side and grabbed a gym bag and pair of sneakers, then walked up the steps and back inside.
“Mom, why you crying?” asked Wink, as he saw his sisters, Leslee and Linda, consoling their mother as she sat on the living room sofa, weeping.
“That boy killed Jeremy, that boy killed him…just took my son,” she bellowed.
The woman’s emotions took over, and she continued to cry. “And now he’s gone. Now he’s gone…”
Wink couldn’t stand to see his mother cry. But, ever since the death of Jeremy it seemed that crying had become a regular pattern for her, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew what had to be done, if nothing else, for his mother’s pain, so his brother wouldn’t have died in vain, and for his own peace, he’d show Nard what it felt like to hurt someone’s family the way that Nard had hurt his.
Vivian left the doctor’s office. Her fear of stomach cancer had been unfounded. Her secretary’s bright idea was now a reality. And it was now a documented fact that she was indeed pregnant and was definitely having a baby. We have to get married , she thought to herself. What am I going to do? What is Tommy going to say? The truth was it would kill her mother. Marceline Lang would die a thousand deaths if any of her daughters came home pregnant, or worse came home pregnant without a husband.
“A woman doesn’t do these things. A woman just doesn’t let these kinds of things happen. Whatever you do, don’t ever go too far. There’s only so far you can go, then before you know it, oops, you’ve gone too far and then you end up with a baby before the husband. What kind of life is that? Listen to your mother and trust me; don’t have sex until you’re married.”
Vivian could picture her mother’s face, and the words coming out of her mother’s mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Vivian, if I told you once I told you a thousand times. What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you get pregnant by him? He’s a scumbag! Of all the men in the world, my God, look at who you picked to mate with. What’s wrong with you?”
Vivian’s family didn’t care for Tommy any more than Tommy’s family cared for her.
“It’s bad enough you’re a fucking cop, Tommy, you’d think you’d stay clear of the FBI, but not you, you got to go and fuck an agent?” his little brother, Sammy, teased him one day.
“You see the fucking rack on her, come on, FBI my ass, she’s hot, and her tits, oh, my God, you should see her tits, oh, my god, you should fuck her, then you’d understand,” he responded, as if he was so serious he could have died of a heart attack right then and there.
“Her fucking rack is gonna have us all sitting behind bars. Wake up, why don’t you!”
But love has a way of doing strange things and before anyone could stop them, they were living together, and now they were having a baby.
Reasonable Doubt
Day Three
T ommy rolled over as he began to wake from a good night’s sleep. Vivian was lying on her side, her back to him. She was still asleep. He leaned on her, taking her body in his arm and caressing her breast as he buried his head in her neck. She felt him moving his hand down her stomach to her legs as he rubbed between them.
“Ohh,
He turned the key, started the car, and began following the Tyler family. This time he didn’t lose them, and Wink never noticed the van following him even as it pulled up in front of his mother’s house.
Liddles watched the house carefully and waited as the family went inside. Wink emerged fifteen minutes later with a laundry bag in tow. My brother for yours, he thought to a dead Jeremy.
Timing would be crucial, but other than that, it was all coming together in his head. He would kill Wink without his even seeing it coming, and then they would be even. He watched as Wink opened the back door on the passenger side and grabbed a gym bag and pair of sneakers, then walked up the steps and back inside.
“Mom, why you crying?” asked Wink, as he saw his sisters, Leslee and Linda, consoling their mother as she sat on the living room sofa, weeping.
“That boy killed Jeremy, that boy killed him…just took my son,” she bellowed.
The woman’s emotions took over, and she continued to cry. “And now he’s gone. Now he’s gone…”
Wink couldn’t stand to see his mother cry. But, ever since the death of Jeremy it seemed that crying had become a regular pattern for her, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew what had to be done, if nothing else, for his mother’s pain, so his brother wouldn’t have died in vain, and for his own peace, he’d show Nard what it felt like to hurt someone’s family the way that Nard had hurt his.
Vivian left the doctor’s office. Her fear of stomach cancer had been unfounded. Her secretary’s bright idea was now a reality. And it was now a documented fact that she was indeed pregnant and was definitely having a baby. We have to get married , she thought to herself. What am I going to do? What is Tommy going to say? The truth was it would kill her mother. Marceline Lang would die a thousand deaths if any of her daughters came home pregnant, or worse came home pregnant without a husband.
“A woman doesn’t do these things. A woman just doesn’t let these kinds of things happen. Whatever you do, don’t ever go too far. There’s only so far you can go, then before you know it, oops, you’ve gone too far and then you end up with a baby before the husband. What kind of life is that? Listen to your mother and trust me; don’t have sex until you’re married.”
Vivian could picture her mother’s face, and the words coming out of her mother’s mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Vivian, if I told you once I told you a thousand times. What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you get pregnant by him? He’s a scumbag! Of all the men in the world, my God, look at who you picked to mate with. What’s wrong with you?”
Vivian’s family didn’t care for Tommy any more than Tommy’s family cared for her.
“It’s bad enough you’re a fucking cop, Tommy, you’d think you’d stay clear of the FBI, but not you, you got to go and fuck an agent?” his little brother, Sammy, teased him one day.
“You see the fucking rack on her, come on, FBI my ass, she’s hot, and her tits, oh, my God, you should see her tits, oh, my god, you should fuck her, then you’d understand,” he responded, as if he was so serious he could have died of a heart attack right then and there.
“Her fucking rack is gonna have us all sitting behind bars. Wake up, why don’t you!”
But love has a way of doing strange things and before anyone could stop them, they were living together, and now they were having a baby.
Reasonable Doubt
Day Three
T ommy rolled over as he began to wake from a good night’s sleep. Vivian was lying on her side, her back to him. She was still asleep. He leaned on her, taking her body in his arm and caressing her breast as he buried his head in her neck. She felt him moving his hand down her stomach to her legs as he rubbed between them.
“Ohh,
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