There's so many positive 4 letter words:
Love
Like
Hope
Care
Life
Then there's negative:
Hate
Evil
Dead
For once in her life Desdemona wanted to hear negative. The word in itself: Negative. Instead she heard positive. Her whole world came tumbling d...
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Popping my head out of the bathroom of my New Jersey home, I look at the tv hanging on my bedroom wall. It's on the news and I hear a familiar voice catching my attention. Sure enough it's Apollo's half-sister, Nina.
She's standing at a podium wearing a DEA jacket explaining the death, rather killing, of Ar'mon De Carlo. During the press conference you can't even tell Nina's the one who planned this whole thing. Her cold voice doesn't even give you a hint she's related to Ar'mon. She painted it as a drug bust gone wrong.
"Ar'mon De Carlo was released from prison after serving a more than ten year sentence for drug trafficking and running an organization. His sentence was overturned like many drug convictions made during the war on drugs that were deemed excessive. Ar'mon was given the perfect opportunity for a second chance at life. Instead he fell back into his old ways rather than starting fresh."
I take the towel in my hand going back to washing my face, while also still listening. "The drug ring he ran while in prison extended back into the outside world with him starting a new organization. We had plans to do a drug bust and arrest De Carlo. Despite me announcing I'm law enforcement he pulled a gun and began shooting. A shootout ensued ultimately taking Ar'mon's life. I'm not proud to say I had to kill my own father, but I also have a job to do. I've dedicated my life to fighting against drugs and my father doesn't get a pass. Ar'mon De Carlo participated in the distribution of illegal substances for decades and now his reign ends. Thank you."
I shake my head to myself when I can hear the timer I set on my phone go off. I yank my eyes from the tv walking back into the connected bathroom. I stop the timer on my phone that's on the sink counter rinsing my towel under water. Glancing at the Pregnancy test not too far from my phone I let out a deep sigh. I'm too scared to even look at it.
Instead of yanking it off like a wax strip to get it over with, I continue to get ready not looking at it. I do my makeup and hair for tonight's dinner then change into my gown.
