Excerpt from: All That Drama --Chapter 1 - Introduction
If I knew yesterday that I would be fighting for my life today, I would have done things differently starting with last night. First of all, I would have gotten laid for real. I would have been fucked until my feet curled over and my back refused to stand straight. I would have gone downtown to a club, scoped out two fyne brothers, possibly cousins, took them home and fucked the daylights out of 'em. Sounds freaky but you would be surprised at the thoughts that flow through your head as the blood oozes out of your body.
Prior to today, the very thought of being with more than one man never appealed to me but after all that I have been through over the last couple of months, the sheer freak in me has arrived.
If I had a chance to do things differently, I would not risk picking up someone with either a tiny dick or one that was rendered useless after a few minutes, so, nothing less than two men would be acceptable.
"Oh God, what about my children. I don't want to leave them alone," I moaned even though no sound escapes from my lips. The fact that they did not come to my mind first does not by any means lessen the love that I feel for them. Hell, I wish I had of thought about them first but shit, let's be real, I'm bleeding here and can't control my thoughts or dementia at this point.
At least they have my mother who'll continue to watch over them and make sure they do well in school and whip their asses if they don't. I can't help but to cuss at the powers that be that got me here, but 'bear in mind, I was not about to cuss at God since I might be meeting him soon.'
Vivid images flood my head. I flash forward to all the special moments that will occur in my children's lives, their proms, dating, marriage and then children, my grandchildren.
Whoa, hold up, what the hell am I thinking, I am not even ready to think about either of my children dating or getting married, much less fucking! My injury must be worse than I thought.
I have a pre-designed plan for my daughter which is to lock her up at the onset of puberty, not letting her go until she turns twenty-one. If she only knew, she would be chanting, "Bleed momma, bleed."
For my son, I want to do everything in my power to keep those scrawny chicken heads away from him. I want him to grow up to be a real man, one who is self-reliant and self-supporting. "Did they hire someone to try to knock me off?"
Ok, I am pissed now. How the hell did I wind up here? Yeah, I did my shit, but was it worth this? Sammie came out of the house and lifted my head onto her lap. She gently rocked me encouraging me to hold on. I had so much to tell her but I could not speak.
"Hold on Marie, hold on," she cried dropping more tears into my already full eyes.
The blinding light that I saw in the distant was getting brighter and kept drawing my attention. When I first arrived on the porch, I turned my head to keep it out of sight but I kept checking it to make sure it did not come any closer.
Damn, where is Five-O when you need them?
My mind sought to gallop along a path of fantasy of which I had no control. I simply refuse to go softly into the light!