Just as he was about done, he heard another commotion coming from the front of the store. Mike jumped up and stormed toward the front of the store. When he saw three men each holding pistols robbing the store he wished he had stayed in his office. As he tried to do an about face one of the robbers saw him out of the corner of his eye and quickly started walking toward Mike. “Hey, where the fuck you think you going?”
When he caught up to Mike they both began looking directly at each other. “What the fuck you looking at my face for nigga?”
“Where am I supposed to look?” said Mike.
“Let’s go Dawg,” yelled one of the other robbers from the front. “We need to roll.”
“All right I got to take care of something.” The robber and Mike were still staring at each other. Actually Mike was more concerned with the gun. “I guess you one of them hero ass niggas!” the robber said “Them type of niggas don’t last long.” In an instant the robber pulled the trigger. Luckily for Mike nothing came out. He didn’t know what happened but instead of dwelling on it, he grabbed a pickle jar, which was the closet thing to him and threw it at the robber. It hit robber in the chest knocking him down and sending his gun flying down an empty aisle. Mike quickly ran over to the robber and began punching him in the face without mercy. One of the other robbers saw his friend was in trouble so as he ran out the door he fired three shots in their direction. None of the shots hit but Mike jumped up and took cover giving the robber time to get up and stagger out of the store.
As soon as daylight hit Cathy opened her eyes. The loud wind was gone and all she heard from outside was complete silence. She got up and headed to the front door. When she opened it and looked outside she wanted to cry. The streets looked like a war zone. Trees were littered everywhere, some houses had been knocked off of their foundations, cars she had never seen before were thrown all over the street, her car was all the way down the street, power lines were down, and roofs were completely off some houses. As she stood there Jerome walked out and looked. “Damn,” he said.
“Damn is right but at least we’re alive.” Cathy was so busy looking at the damage of other people’s homes that she hadn’t taken notice that her home was in pretty bad shape as well. She and Jerome stood there for a few more minutes before heading back inside.
A week later Kim showed up twenty minutes early for her next
appointment. When she got in the conference room this time, Beth was already there. “Hi Kim. How are you?”
“I’m doing well.”
“So are you ready to get started?”
“Yes I am.” Kim started at the exact spot she ended with. She
knew what was next and as she got into it, her heart started racing again. “When I was in the forth grade, we were having a school dance and I was upstairs trying on my dress when my daddy well actually he was my grandmother’s husband but we called him daddy came in the room and kissed me. And it wasn’t a kiss on the cheek, he stuck his tongue in my mouth.”
“How did this make you feel?” Beth asked. “I thought it was nasty.” Beth nodded. “Go on.” “A day later I was in the tub and he barged into the bathroom,
peed right in front of me then made me rub his penis.” Beth sat stone-faced as Kim kept talking. Kim felt tears coming but refused to let them flow. “So the years went by and he would occasionally touch me but it wasn’t frequent. Then one night my brother didn’t come home after school and my mother got worried. She told my daddy to go look for him, and he asked me to ride with him.