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?
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