Flying, she drifted through town. A misty haze covered the ground but she skimmed over it. Gliding. Trixie Jean had an overwhelming feeling of peace. She felt sedate. Like syrup was moving through her veins. She waved to the passersby. Most of the faces unrecognizable. She saw Mr. Christophe from the orphanage , he was beaming. His eyes glowing with kindness. He was floating too. Trixie Jean reached for Mr. Christophe’s hands. They began to dance, soaring above fields now the scenery was unrecognizable to Trixie Jean. Trixie Jean had never felt so calm. Suddenly she heard a loud bangs. Gunshots. They weren’t stopping. The feeling of serenity disappeared. She tried to gasp but she couldn’t, tried to scream but all she heard were her babies cries. The gun shots wouldn’t stop. Mr. Christophe’s hands became icy in hers and he dissolved away. Trixie Jean began to spin. Everything was dark around her. She kept spinning, soaring higher and higher. She heard a distant sound, a ringing. Trixie Jean’s eyes popped open. The alarm clock. Another Monday.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Seven.
Ever since the mugging Trixie Jean had been havin the same dreams again and again. And they weren’t the kind of dreams no body wanted to have. She had blocked it out. Tried her dammest not to remember all that had happened. But the sight of that gun, bang of the gun shot, it was all too familiar.
Back when Trixie Jean was about 18 she had herself a boyfriend, Dean. Dean was one of those boys. A real rebel without of cause, that kinda boy. He was part of a gang, the South-side boys. Trixie Jean loved those boys, she loved Dean. Her and Janie would hang around with the boys in abandoned houses, tagging walls and getting drunker than cowboys.They would occasionally cop some heroin and be out for weekends at a time. That’s when Trixie Jean made her mistake. She started fuckin around with Dean’s twin brother, Thompson. They kept it real secret for months. Only person who knew was Janie. That was until one day it slipped. One of the boys saw Trixie Jean and Thompson behind the old warehouse and reported back to Dean what he saw. Dean was furious. He called Trixie Jean and Thompson to meet up behind the same warehouse they were previously caught behind. Thompson showed up first, he was confused and nervous but fronted like he was relaxed. Then Trixie Jean showed up, Dean ran at her fist in the air and popped her right in the mouth. Thompson jumped to defend her, but that’s when Dean pulled out his gun and shot his own damn brother right in the gut. Thompson dropped to the floor and Trixie Jean rushed to his aid screaming as he lay there in a pool of his own blood. Dean looked deranged. He had them wild eyes like a shark that smelled blood. “How could you do this?!?” Trixie Jean creied, “He’s your own fucking brother!” Dean looked at her with a sick grin on his face, “I hope you’re happy, slut” and he brought the gun to his own head, pulling the trigger before Trixie Jean could even speak. Trixie Jean sat there in the middle of death, she didn’t give a fuck. Why not just die along with them? That’s when Janie showed up, she carried Trixie Jean away before the cops came. Two weeks later Trixie Jean found out she was pregnant, twins. Just like Dean and Thompson. Trixie Jean never did find out who the father was. She liked to think they were a mixture of the best qualities of their daddys.
Trixie Jean snapped back into reality. Memories like that couldn’t help her now. She didn’t never talk to nobody about what had happened, even Janie. Occasionally she woke up in the night covered in sweat, the look of death she saw in the brothers eyes imprinted into her mind. It had been happening more lately. Trixie Jean vowed after that terrible night to never go back to who she had been. But look at me now, stripping for cash? I’m turning into the old me. Trixie Jean had to push the bad thoughts out of her mind. Just keep focusing on her babies and the future. But what exactly did the future hold for a single mother who is the reason her babies won’t never have a daddy?
Back when Trixie Jean was about 18 she had herself a boyfriend, Dean. Dean was one of those boys. A real rebel without of cause, that kinda boy. He was part of a gang, the South-side boys. Trixie Jean loved those boys, she loved Dean. Her and Janie would hang around with the boys in abandoned houses, tagging walls and getting drunker than cowboys.They would occasionally cop some heroin and be out for weekends at a time. That’s when Trixie Jean made her mistake. She started fuckin around with Dean’s twin brother, Thompson. They kept it real secret for months. Only person who knew was Janie. That was until one day it slipped. One of the boys saw Trixie Jean and Thompson behind the old warehouse and reported back to Dean what he saw. Dean was furious. He called Trixie Jean and Thompson to meet up behind the same warehouse they were previously caught behind. Thompson showed up first, he was confused and nervous but fronted like he was relaxed. Then Trixie Jean showed up, Dean ran at her fist in the air and popped her right in the mouth. Thompson jumped to defend her, but that’s when Dean pulled out his gun and shot his own damn brother right in the gut. Thompson dropped to the floor and Trixie Jean rushed to his aid screaming as he lay there in a pool of his own blood. Dean looked deranged. He had them wild eyes like a shark that smelled blood. “How could you do this?!?” Trixie Jean creied, “He’s your own fucking brother!” Dean looked at her with a sick grin on his face, “I hope you’re happy, slut” and he brought the gun to his own head, pulling the trigger before Trixie Jean could even speak. Trixie Jean sat there in the middle of death, she didn’t give a fuck. Why not just die along with them? That’s when Janie showed up, she carried Trixie Jean away before the cops came. Two weeks later Trixie Jean found out she was pregnant, twins. Just like Dean and Thompson. Trixie Jean never did find out who the father was. She liked to think they were a mixture of the best qualities of their daddys.
Trixie Jean snapped back into reality. Memories like that couldn’t help her now. She didn’t never talk to nobody about what had happened, even Janie. Occasionally she woke up in the night covered in sweat, the look of death she saw in the brothers eyes imprinted into her mind. It had been happening more lately. Trixie Jean vowed after that terrible night to never go back to who she had been. But look at me now, stripping for cash? I’m turning into the old me. Trixie Jean had to push the bad thoughts out of her mind. Just keep focusing on her babies and the future. But what exactly did the future hold for a single mother who is the reason her babies won’t never have a daddy?
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Six.
I swear to God those kids will be the damn death of me. So they're gettin older, the terrible twos they call em. But if....shit
"Get down from there!!" Trixie Jean hollered at Sweet Pea and Baby Boy. They had climbed all up into the tipy top of the big old magnolia in Sherwood Park. The babies just giggled and waved at Trixie Jean as she flailed her arms at them. Trixie Jean had been feelin bad about always working so she decided to take them to the park as a nice break on her day off.
"Hey y'all, I got treats if you come down!" Trixie Jean tried to coax them down with a bag of Fruit Loops.
"Nope!" Baby Boy smiled, nodding at his sister for her approval. Sweet Pea ran the show, everyone else was just minor characters. They both were in a fit of laughter.
"God dammit" Trixie Jean muttered under her breath. She kicked off her sandals and put the Fruit Loops back in the stroller, looked like she was gonna have to go up there and get em.
Trixie Jean didn't have no problem with climbing trees. Back when she was a little kid she'd been a regular monkey, climbing until the branches were so weak they couldn't hold her.
Trixie Jean started up the tree, the babies were stunned, mouths open at the site of their mama climbing like it was easier than breathing. She got up to the top of the tree quicker than you could count to ten. Trixie Jean took a deep breath, as she was sighing she caught a glimpse of silver. A man, dressed in all black holding what Trixie saw to be a .32 in the air. (Trixie Jean always used to read Garden and Gun magazine when she was little cause they didn't have nothing else for literature).
"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING MONEY" She heard the man shout. Trixie Jean scrambled to cover her babies ears, seeing the look of terror on their mama's face they both shut right up. The gun went off and Trixie Jean saw the man yelp. Goddamn criminal ass fool, shot himself in the foot.
"Lets get" she hissed at her children. They both scrambled to get down. Trixie Jean scooped them into the stroller and pushed on towards home. Trixie Jean didn't care for that life of guns and bull shit. Not now, not ever again. Not after all that she'd been through.
"Get down from there!!" Trixie Jean hollered at Sweet Pea and Baby Boy. They had climbed all up into the tipy top of the big old magnolia in Sherwood Park. The babies just giggled and waved at Trixie Jean as she flailed her arms at them. Trixie Jean had been feelin bad about always working so she decided to take them to the park as a nice break on her day off.
"Hey y'all, I got treats if you come down!" Trixie Jean tried to coax them down with a bag of Fruit Loops.
"Nope!" Baby Boy smiled, nodding at his sister for her approval. Sweet Pea ran the show, everyone else was just minor characters. They both were in a fit of laughter.
"God dammit" Trixie Jean muttered under her breath. She kicked off her sandals and put the Fruit Loops back in the stroller, looked like she was gonna have to go up there and get em.
Trixie Jean didn't have no problem with climbing trees. Back when she was a little kid she'd been a regular monkey, climbing until the branches were so weak they couldn't hold her.
Trixie Jean started up the tree, the babies were stunned, mouths open at the site of their mama climbing like it was easier than breathing. She got up to the top of the tree quicker than you could count to ten. Trixie Jean took a deep breath, as she was sighing she caught a glimpse of silver. A man, dressed in all black holding what Trixie saw to be a .32 in the air. (Trixie Jean always used to read Garden and Gun magazine when she was little cause they didn't have nothing else for literature).
"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING MONEY" She heard the man shout. Trixie Jean scrambled to cover her babies ears, seeing the look of terror on their mama's face they both shut right up. The gun went off and Trixie Jean saw the man yelp. Goddamn criminal ass fool, shot himself in the foot.
"Lets get" she hissed at her children. They both scrambled to get down. Trixie Jean scooped them into the stroller and pushed on towards home. Trixie Jean didn't care for that life of guns and bull shit. Not now, not ever again. Not after all that she'd been through.
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