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“Promises of Starlight,” episode 22

March 9, 2013

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Written by Thea Washington

None of the characters in “Promises of Starlight” represent any person living or dead.

The character “Rock Star”/”Angel” is based on Adam Lambert. The author does not in any way wish to disturb or predict Mr. Lambert’s life through the characters in this story.

All videos are to be enjoyed through their link to YouTube. They are not to be downloaded. No claims are made on the videos by the author.

 

Chapter 22 – TRUTHS BEGIN

              For a long time they stood there, their arms wrapped around each other, all three of them shaking and in tears. Lil Bro and Sis were relieved that they’d finally found Twin, that she was alive. They could take her home now, their family back together.

              At least Sis thought so. Lil Bro wasn’t going to worry about that right now.

              Twin looked like she’d been through hell, and she had. It had been twelve years since they’d seen her, back to when they’d been in grade school and she’d been on her way to finishing high school. She’d been so pretty then. Sis remembered how she’d always smelled so good, even wearing that cheap cologne. Mommy had still tried to keep Twin “dressed,” Peanut’s money having been gone a long time ago. She’d just been so beautiful.

              She’d always held a grudge against Peanut, they knew that from when she’d still been at home. That disappeared, though, as soon as she saw the kids. She was sure he’d be here, waiting for her. After all, wasn’t he doing so well out there in Los Angeles, making all that money and putting together his own business? Where was he? Somewhere downtown maybe, in one of those high-end hotels? Is that why he’d sent the kids, because he knew he’d be recognized?

             

              “How’d you two find me?”

              “We been looking for you for weeks.”

              Twin shook her head. “I, I can’t believe you’re here.” She couldn’t stop looking at them, going from one to the other. “Last time I saw y’all, y’all were in elementary school.”

              “I know,” said Lil Bro. “Last time we saw you, you was almost graduating from high school.”

              Sis was too overcome to say anything. All she was doing was crying, looking at Twin like she couldn’t believe she was really there.

              Twin wasn’t far behind her. She kept kissing them on the forehead, one and then the other, taking time to rest her head on each one before moving back to the other. Finally she asked the question.

              “Where is he?”

              Both the kids knew who she meant. How would they tell her? Lil Bro took it on.

               “Uh, he’s not here.”

              “Whataya mean, he’s not here? Didn’t he send you?”

              Sis answered that one. “No, he didn’t send us.”

              Twin didn’t know what to say, to ask. It didn’t take her long to know, though.

              “Where is he?”

              “We don’t know,” Lil Bro said. “I guess he’s still in L.A..

              “In L.A.?” Twin could feel herself winding up. “What the hell you mean, he’s in L.A.?

Why ain’t he here?”

              Sis looked at Lil Bro, signaling that she didn’t want to tell Twin.

              “He thinks you’re dead,” said Lil Bro. “We all did.”

 

              Again, Twin didn’t know what to say.

              “He thinks I’m dead?” she said, not believing what she’d just heard. “Why the fuck would he think that?”

              “Because that’s what Mommy told us.”

              “She told you what?”

              “That you were dead,” said Sis, looking down at the floor. She was dealing with it now, that Mommy had lied to them all. At the same time she was putting it together, why.

              Twin was putting it together, too. “Is that what you meant out there? When you said Mommy had ‘taught you right’?”

              “Yeah,” said Lil Bro. It was time, he could feel it. He took a deep breath and looked at Twin, tears still in his eyes and making their way down his cheeks. “It wasn’t too long after you disappeared, she told us you’d overdosed and … “ He couldn’t say it.

              Twin knew what she’d said. That Twin was dead. That way they wouldn’t come looking for her. That way they’d be safe. It was the same reason she’d stayed with Pimp Dealer all these years. That still didn’t explain everything, though.

              “Wasn’t there a funeral or something? Ain’t I supposed to be buried somewhere? How’d she pull that off?”

              Sis said, “She told us you looked so bad that she didn’t want us to see you. She said she went to the funeral parlor and had them cremate your body.”

              “CREMATE MY BODY? What the fuck?”

              “You gotta understand, Twin. She couldn’t tell us anything else. We wouldn’t have been able to stand it, knowing Pimp Dealer had grabbed you.”

              “Well, y’all were little then. I guess maybe she was right.”

              “But why, Twin?” asked Sis. “Why would he grab you like that? I mean, there were lots of girls around, lots. Why he’d grab you?”

              Twin realized it then. They didn’t know. They were out of high school now, she thought. They could handle it now. It still took her a minute to prepare herself for it, though.

              “Y’all remember Snake, Pimp Dealer’s brother? How they found him dead on the roof?”

              The kids remembered it but not really any of the details.

              So she told them.

              “It was Peanut that killed him.”

Tomorrow in “Promises of Starlight”:  The whole truth comes out

“Promises of Starlight” – Table of Contents

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