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“Promises of Starlight,” episode 37

March 23, 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.



Video 15:  “Whataya Want from Me?”                         Credit:  AdamBackup


              Lover immediately knew why they were all there. This was about revenge, not money. This was about Snake. This was about Lover’s plan to get Angel home from the Mountain House and Reporter not being able to get a job in the entertainment industry. This was about not getting the $20 million. This was about Twin setting up the sting on Reporter.

              This was about him and everyone he loved. And Angel being left alone.

              “I’s sho y’all wond’rin’ why we called y’all heah today.” Pimp Dealer had taken on the cadence of a preacher, a black southern preacher. Lover was sure he hadn’t been in a church for years but Twin had told him about her “adventures” down south. That’s how he’d found out that Lil Bro and Sis had known before he did that Twin was still alive and why they hadn’t told him. “Peanut,” Pimp Dealer said, that despicable smirk on his face, “I’m especially glad to see you.” He turned. “And Twin, looking as lovely as ever.” Twin could hardly bear to look at him looking at her. Even his red, evil eyes made her feel dirty, unwashed, unclean.

              “Yeah,” said Reporter to Twin. “You have no idea what it took me to find you, girl. You should be proud of yourself, how valued you are. Or maybe I should say, ‘valuable’.” He chuckled, that nasty one meaning exactly the opposite of what he’d said. “Word has it you were even fucking your brother, going up to his room everyday down there in New Orleans.”

              Twin wasn’t going to let him get to her like that. “Well, if I had been, which I wasn’t,” she emphasized, “it still would’ve been better than fucking some lowlife like you. Ha, I’m never do you if my life depended on it.”

              “Watch whatchu say, gurl,” said Pimp Dealer. “I just may ask you to put on a little show for us. Now wouldn’t that be something, Reporter? And with such an audience! All ages, all colors.” He paused, stroking his chin. “Ah always liked di-versity.”

              Pimp Dealer was treading on sand and he knew it. It didn’t matter, though. He was in control. “Too bad ah didn’t get a piece of yo’ mama’s ass,” he said. “But Man took care of dat for me, in all kinds of ways so I hear, ‘fore he slit her throat ‘n’ threw her off dat roof.”

              Both Lover and Twin were obviously affected by that. This was confirmation that Man had killed Mommy. And she’d never told anyone except Lil Bro and Sis that Do-Good was family, not even Lover. Evidently Pimp Dealer didn’t know, either.

              “So, nuff talk.” Reporter was getting nervous, now that they were actually going to do it, actually kill people. He was beginning to sweat but trying to act like he wasn’t feeling much about the whole thing. “Oh, wait,” he said. “Before you all get blown away, let me tell you a little story.”

              Lover wasn’t in the mood to hear it but, by the time Reporter had finished going over the last few years, he understood that for him this was about the Rock Star. He wanted to deprive him of everything and everybody the Rock Star loved because he’d been kicked out of his life that day. And Exec was a part of it, too, for the way he’d run and told Lover everything Reporter and Intern had done to break up Lover and the Rock Star. Nobody was going to be left with anybody they loved. It would all be taken away.

              “How about Partner?” asked Lover. “He’ll never turn on Exec.”

              “Well, actually that’s not true.”

              Everyone looked at the man coming down the stairs. It was Partner.

              Lover couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it. His old friend, Exec, who’d wanted to be more than friends with Lover and who had graciously accepted Lover’s decline, had been had, for years, by this no good piece of muthafucking shit. “Why?” was all he could ask.

              “What’s that old saying, ‘Follow the money’? Well, that’s what I did. It’s been lucrative, too. I’ve been cultivating Exec for years, that old man. Why else do you think I’d do it?”

              Lover was sick to his stomach. He had to hold it in, for the sake of his Twin sister, for his kids. They had backed up into the corner, Son still protecting Daughter, keeping her behind him. He was learning so much, hearing so much. Daughter could sense how confusing it all was for him; it was for her, too. They were still just children.

              Reporter had one last thing to say. “It’s already started,” he snickered. “The Rock Star, your precious ‘Angel’? He’s home all alone right now. He’d better get used to it.”

              “Yeah, boys, you both done good, gettin’ Lover and Twin and those two cute little chirren over heah,” Pimp Dealer chuckled. “Sorry ’bout the beatin’, Runner. We jus’ had ta make it look—now what’s dat word? Oh, yeah. ‘Authentic’.”

              “Well, it felt ‘authentic’, I can tell you that.” Runner still had on the bloodied shirt. He caught Lover and Twin with the same look on their faces. “Oh,” he said. “I just had Exec drop me off at my place so I could get cleaned up. But I wanted to get over here, so I just jumped in my car and came on over.” He could see the question on Lover’s and Twin’s faces. “Yeah,” he said. “Imagine my surprise to find my car parked right in its space under the building. Thanks, guys,” he yelled upstairs. “No problem,” came the reply. “Dat sho is one smooth ride.”

              That was the one thing Lover hadn’t been able to put together. Why hadn’t “Partner” seen that they were being followed? Now he knew. Man and Guy never were following him; they’d been waiting for him to show up with the kids. Lover’s eyes were slits as he looked at “Partner.”

              “You set my kids up?” he asked, his voice climbing. “You set them up?” Lover was ready to go after “Partner” but Pimp Dealer drew his gun. Lover backed up, covering the kids. Twin joined him, both determined to protect the children. She, though, was thinking about Niecy.

              “Yeah, ‘n’ did a good job, too, don’tchu think?” Pimp Dealer had that smarmy look on his face again. He smiled over at Reporter and “Partner.” “You boys deserve what you’ve got coming. Just take a look in there.” He pointed to the locked door of the room Son and Daughter had discovered while looking for a way out.  Pimp Dealer tossed Reporter the key. “Yep, boys, it’s all there.”

              Reporter and Partner eagerly unlocked that door and went into the room for their rewards. Once they’d gotten in there, Pimp Dealer shot each one in the back. They were dead before they hit the floor.

Tomorrow in “Promises of Starlight”:  Niecy

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