PHF: Chapter 3
I came around a while later to James splashing my face with water from a spritz bottle. My eyes were blurry and I felt like I had a really bad hangover. “Why does my head hurt so much?” I asked wearily. Somehow I had blocked all sounds because James had been screaming at me the whole time.
“Are you okay?!” James yelled at me.
“Whoa! Not so loud, dude” I responded feverishly.
“I slapped your face a couple of times but you wouldn’t wake up. I was about to call mom and dad….” James’ voiced trailed off. So that’s why my head hurt so much, I thought to myself. Why hadn’t I woken up? A slap to the face would surely wake me up but James said he hit me a couple of times.
“So, I didn’t move or anything when you hit me?” I asked James
“No, it was weird. You lay there like a dead body.” He responded with a concern look on his face.
“Well I’m not dead, see!” I joked even though I was actually perplexed by what had happened.
“Did you eat?” James asked.
“Uh, yeah” I lied.
“So what were we talking about before I fainted?” I asked.
“I told you I was planning to marry Mark” James said with a smile on his face.
“You can’t marry him. You can’t.” I hissed.
“I thought you’d be happy for me! I guess I was wrong.” James murmured.
“You really think this is a good plan? You know what they’ll do to you at school?” I screamed. Suddenly, my bedroom door drew open and mother rushed in with a scowl.
“Shut up and go to bed!” she shushed at us. She then turned and walked back to her bedroom. We waited until we heard her close her door. James got up and headed towards the door also. I grabbed his arm.
“You can’t tell anybody about this. We’ll be ruined. You’ll be ruined.” I whispered in a harsh tone. He just looked at me then shook away from my grip. I watched him as he walked to his bedroom to the other side of the house. No one could ever know that my brother is a gay, I thought. We would be the laugh of the town if anyone ever found out. Oh, the tragedy. So there and then I made it my mission to be my family’s keeper. My mother is an adultery, my father is a cross dresser, and my brother is a gay. It was all too much for one day and I threw myself on my bed without changing into my pajamas. I hold my family’s secrets like the government keeps theirs. It was two in the morning by the time I feel asleep but I didn’t sleep for long. I had to wake up early for school three hours later. It was a typical Monroe morning. Father was already at the clinic, mother was exercising downstairs in our top of the art gym, and Clarisse had already made breakfast for me and James.
“James is not going to school today” Clarisse said as I walked into the kitchen.
‘What’d you mean?” I responded. “He was fine last night.”
“Well he told me he won’t be going to school today” Clarisse retorted in an annoyed tone. I retracted back up our marble steps as fast as I could to James’ room. I didn’t even knock-I just burst in.
“Yeah, see you later” I caught him saying to his phone before he hung up.
“Knock much?!” he yelled at me.
“No, you know me. Miss no manners” I mocked. “Why aren’t you going to school?”
“I’m sick.” He said with a facetious cough.
“Loser” I said as I walked out of his bedroom and made my way back to the kitchen. When I got back to the kitchen Clarisse was jumping up and down with giddiness.
“I got good gossip!” she yelled.
“What?” I ran to her with intrigue.
“Miss Sahib found panties not hers under her bed. She’s angry with Mr. Quinn!” Clarisse gushed. My heart stopped. Those were mother’s panties.
“So, is she kicking him out?” I asked Clarisse.
“I heard she wants to know the woman’s name so she could kill her” Clarisse exclaimed. Clarisse was all about the drama and neighborhood gossip. She never revealed her sources; she was smart like that. A few seconds later the door bell rang. I went to get the door but stopped in my tracks in horror when I saw that it was Sane Sahib. Did she know? It would be an insult to injury in Sahib’s case because she was one of mother’s closest friends. I regained my posture and attained all the courage I could muster as I opened the door.
“Hi” I said with a shaky voice. Sane just looked at me through her dark brown eyes. She was crying. Her usually flawless golden brown hair lay messy around her shoulders. She was a complete mess in her ripped blue jeans and stained white t-shirt.
“Is your mother home?” she sobbed.
“Uh….” I murmured but was interrupted by mother.
“Hey, oh honey, come in” mother gestured at Sane to come in. “What’s wrong?”
“Quinn cheated on me and won’t tell me with whom!” Sane screamed.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that” mother said to Sane while comforting her. I looked at mother in disgust.
“Don’t you need to be off to school?” mother asked me.
“Yes, of course!” I replied and ran to get my book bag. I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. My mother was sleeping with her friend’s husband and didn’t show any remorse. How could she be so vile? I wondered. As I walked out my house I saw Mr. Quinn heading towards me.
“You have some nerve” I hissed at him.
“Me. What about your mother?” he asked seeming appalled. “What about your father?”
“What you mean my father?” I asked.
“I know your father’s secret” Quinn smirked at me. “Your father is a cross-dresser” he laughed.
“You wouldn’t dare” I threatened.
“Or would I? Don’t test me child.” He retorted. I then knew I had to get rid of him.
“What do you want?” I asked
“Let’s just say you keep your secret and I’ll keep mine” he responded. There was no way I was going to trust him with such a huge secret. I had to get rid of him one way or another; even if it meant taking drastic measures. He had to disappear. He had to die because no one is suppose to know but me. No one can ever find out the truth about my family.