07/16/2020
Coming December 1st!
Chapter 5
The Visit
Looking around I can see my father being trapped in this concrete jungle with murderers, pedophiles and ra**st or whatever else is in this asylum. I hoped I never ended up in a place like this. Waking up from my trance I saw Malik Willis or better known as my father standing right before me. I didn't know how to feel. This man has never been in my life. Prison wasn't doing him any justice. He had salt and pepper hair and a few cuts and bruises on his face. His brown skin looked to have not been well managed. I suppose they really didn't take care of his medical condition. He sat down across from me and I stared in his eyes wishing I could choke the daylights out of this guy. He was the reason I was suffering. He was the reason why I'd never live a normal life.
"Well thank you for coming son. I really wanted to see you. You know my days are numbered here on this earth. I'm not going to be here much longer-"
"Man, miss me with all that sensitive emotional stuff. What are you a female now? Too many sticks up the ass? What you call me here for?" I questioned him. I didn't have any sympathy for him nor did I want to listen to his sob stories.
"Don't make me f**k you up in here little boy. I might be in lockdown but I'll still kick your ass. Now I called you here to let you know I'm about to be executed. In a few weeks and I just wanted to see you before you I'm gone."
"What the hell did you do?"
"I've been in solitary confinement for nine months. I've passed the HIV virus to over sixty people since I've been in the Jacksonville Correctional Facility. I'm going to get the electric chair for it."
I didn't know what the f**k to say to that. It was some pretty sinister s**t.
"Just how did you get this s**t in the first place?" I just had to know.
"Well, some years ago when I was just about your age I didn't give a damn about protecting myself. Thought I was that dude who could talk any girl out her panties. Hell, I was putting in work. I didn't give a damn about none of these hoes. I was smashing like four five girls a month or more. Thought I was invincible. Now for your mother, that bitch was weak. Didn't have a backbone. She didn't listen to me. Kept getting in my way. ".
"So you continued to beat her to you killed her! You sick piece of s**t. You ruined my f**king life. You might not have cared for your own life but you certainly messed up mine. I ought to kick your f**king ass. " I mouthed off standing up towards my father.
My father grabbed my collar and whispered something to me.
"Stop being such a bitch ass p***y. No one gives a damn about you in this world. Think someone is going to have sympathy for you because you have this s**t! F**k no! Make these little f**kers feel what you feel. Why should you be the only one suffering. Think I felt bad for what I did to those people? Oh no. Now I'm going out in style. You're going to die anyway you might as well as take some people with you. Be remembered for something. Grow some balls boy!"
"That's f**ked up Malik. "
"That's life. Get over it. Things don't always work the way you want them to. "
While I listened to my father explain his reasoning a guard walked over and said our time was up. He had to go back in the hole. I had to leave. I got up from the table and as I made my way home I couldn't get that message out my head.
Sadly, I had to say I agreed. Why should I be the only one suffering from this? It wasn't right for people to have gotten away with their promiscuous ways. While others were forced to a life of ill health and being a social outcast. Maybe Geraldine was right. I was slowly becoming just like my father. I had passed on the virus to almost three or more people already. It wasn't right but what could I do.
