The Heart of Revenge (6 page)

“She soon come!” Pinky replied for me,
pushing me forward towards the bathroom door. We both pushed the
door open, walked through it. I was greeted by a hint of sex
smelling in the air. Or, maybe, I was only too conscious that I
just had sex in here. There was no Nathan. He must have snuck out.
Pinky still insisted to look around, peeping under the sink as she
called out,

“Pictureman! Pictureman!” walking and
searching. She pulled away the blue and yellow shower curtain as if
she expected him to be hiding somewhere in the bathroom.

Pinky’s eyes grew pattoo-wide, her jawbones
dropped and she blurted out,

“Cocka-clawt! Jesus Christ Pictureman, what a
rass hood BIG!” She couldn’t take her lusting eyes off his penis,
“No sir, Almighty, you bless.” Nathan got uncomfortable in his
skin. Pinky continued to lust, “God know, you bless.”

Nathan remained standing in the shower, one
hand behind his leg, trying to hide the piece of tissue he was
using to wipe off the head of his penis. Pinky suddenly spoke from
an angry place.

“Hope you never cum in mi sister enuh
pictureman!”

Nathan looked at me before raising his voice
at Pinky

“Stop call mi pictureman! Mi is not no
pictureman!” His voice got sterner, “Pictureman take picture on
mall and sidewalk. Is mall this?” He asked Pinky with his eyebrows
muscled up “Mi a photographer. A professional photographer.”

Pinky walked up to him, her fluffy bosom in
his forehead, she looked at his dick, mouth almost watering,
grabbed it and tugged it, almost pulling it down to his knee,
asking Nathan

“You love fuck people wife?” The sex look
roaring in Pinky’s eyes, “You suck pussy, pictureman?” and she
dipped her hand under her skirt to take off her panty. Nathan’s
eyes were lusting at Pinky’s curvaceous shape as he nodded his head
yes, up and down, mouth near drooling as if he were frightened for
Pinky’s brown skin or to eat brown skin vajay-jay. Her brown skin
didn’t make hers any better than mine. I folded my hand, watching
Pinky.

Pinky stepped out her white panty. My eyes
got pregnant with disbelief. O.M.G. My sister about to have sex
with the man I just had sex with minutes ago, right infront of me,
on my wedding day, in the bathroom, with Mommy in the livingroom.
Like seriously? What a shock. What an eventful day. I mean, this
was so not like Pinky. She wasn’t even a cheater; she just not the
type. I had no idea a cock could turn on someone that much. Was
that even possible? Evidently it was.

She held her panty up in the air above her
head and Nathan gazed at it held high in her hand. She swung her
panty down mightily. Slapping him right in his face almost blinding
the short man. She lashed him in his face three more times
powerfully as she instructed him,

“Go suck your woman then and leave mi little
sister! Big hood pictureman!”

Nathan stuffed his dick in his pants, tucked
his camera under his arm and scrammed through the bathroom door
like a coward mongrel, without looking behind him, tail between his
legs.

“Watch the little coward.” She smiled. I
chuckled too. She turned to me and said “You good still enuh Lee,
you so mawga, how you take that big thing?” A ridiculing smile
curved the corner of her lips, “No, mi rate you little gal.”

I was still a tiddy bit embarrassed. I looked
groundward, staring at Pinky’s leg. Her dress was the shortest of
everyone in the bridal party, I stared at the green, red and yellow
tattoo on her leg. It was big enough to hide an awful scar she had
got when she was a baby. She was still embarrassed when anyone
stared at her scar, even though the tattoo was hiding it. She
walked towards me,

“Come let mi help wipe off your dress.” I
waltzed over to the face-basin and lifted up the tail of my gown.
Pinky went to the toilet bowl and reeled tissue around and around
her four fingers as if wrapping a sprain injury re-enforcingly with
bandage. She placed her other hand on the tissue to stop it from
spinning in the holder, the amount of tissue around her four
fingers looked like half of the roll. She popped the reel and
shoved the bulk of tissue from around her four fingers, then
squeezed it into a ball in her palm. My eyes were shouting, I
asked,

“Where you going with so much tissue?”

“Nuh must to wipe off the cum, mi don't want
none of that touch mi hand.”

Pinky waddled over to the face basin where I
was, her big round bumper rolling to a beat. She barely turned the
knob of the pipe so the water only leaked from the pipe’s mouth.
She placed the white ball of tissue under the dripping pipe. She
didn't let it stay there a second before she pulled it back from
under the pipe. She turned the knob till the water stopped running,
she continued to turn the knob, more than tight, almost breaking
off the thingy. I asked her,

“You gone spoil the pipe?”

“With what?’

“Why you turning it so much for? You never
needed to wet the tissue enuh.”

"Is cum stain. Not because it white now, if
you just wipe it off alone and don't wet it, it will leave one
brown stain round the edge when it dry up. You never know
that?”

I had no idea that would happen. It’s not
like they taught you these essential chemical reactions in
chemistry class - what would happen if cum dried up on your white
clothes. They may need to add it to the syllabus I joked to myself
before answering,

“Yeah. Of course I knew that, my mind just
wasn’t thinking about that now.”

“You mind never a think none at all today, is
like you turn idiot.”

“Which idiot?”

“You never ’fraid you catch one pretty little
disease name AIDS?” She eyed me with a weenie bit of temper and a
huge hunk of how-can-you-be-so stupid-gal, “You never use a condom
sis? Is carelessness that enuh, suppose you all end up breed for
the pictureman?”

“Why you have to think the worst? Nothing
can’t happen because I still have two safe days.”

Pinky held her palm upturned and opened with
the gown spread over her palm. Biting her bottom lip as she rubbed
the tissue in small circles on the cum-spot. She released her
lip,

“Then what if you get pregnant still? That
can happen. What you would do?” She turned her eyeball at me, “Give
Qwan the child that is not his own? Give Qwan a
jacket
?”

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
Brushed a few strands of my hair neatly back in place from off my
forehead. I stuck my thump in my mouth. Pinky’s look hardened at
me,

“Take your nasty finger out of your mouth and
answer mi. You just done fuck and you just throw your dirty finger
in your mouth like is nothing. Take it out man.” I took out my
thumb.

“Wouldn’t give him any jacket. Mi wouldn’t
give him the baby.”

Pinky ceased rubbing and with a bewildered
gaze asked,

“You cold eeh man? After you married, you’d
really tell him you breeding for a next man? What would happen to
our brother?”

Pinky was smart and usually caught on to
things quickly. I thought she would’ve read between the lines
already. I tried to avoid the argument ’cause she just wouldn’t
understand my point anyway.

“My face needs a little touch up, a little
face powder, don't?” I angled my face in the mirror, “You can apply
some for me sis?”

“You mean, you taking contraceptive then?
Pearl or injection?” Pinky was chatting casually, I should have
just agreed and said, ‘Yes, pearl’. Or even the injection, any of
them, but instead I stepped on thin ice and said

“No, those things bloat mi up and let mi put
on too much weight.”

The green veins in Pinky’s hand rose as she
muscled to crack back the pipe knob she had tightened. She wet the
tissue again, then rubbed circles in a new spot on the gown close
to the first one. I said to myself. ‘Is so much juice Nathan let
go. Damn! It doesn’t look like he wasn’t getting any chunny.’ Pinky
replied to my earlier comment,

“Me too. Alright, you remember when mi did
start put on a whole heap a weight after mi did have Dushawn?”

“Mhmm.”

“Is because mi did start take the pearl
contraceptive and it was swelling mi up like bull cow. Mi did a
look too awful , so mi just done with the contraceptive thing. So
...” She took a second to ponder, then continued, “What you would
do if you breed for the pictureman then?”

I looked through my reflection in the mirror
for a moment and contemplated before I spoke the truth,

“I wouldn’t carry it.”

Pinky stopped the rubbing, looked at me with
a perplexed forehead above her cringed eyes. I kept my head
straight, looking pass my reflection in the mirror and looking at
Pinky’s befuddled expression in the mirror as she studied my
words.

“You would dash away the belly? Abortion?”
Pinky spat in the sink and turned on the pipe to wash it down.
Maybe she was disgusted at me, I don't know, or maybe ....

“Pinky don't tell me you pregnant again! How
you can spit so much?”

My gaze darted to her tummy. It wasn’t high,
it seemed normal. She wasn’t pregnant. Was she? Then again, if
Pinky really pregnant again. At this point of her life. For a third
baby father. She doesn’t have any ambition. Why carry the child and
spoil her life? She should’ve aborted her pregnancy from the first
time she got pregnant. Like seriously, what Pinky needed to do
right now is try to get back on her feet, before she goes back to
breeding. Pinky too damn fertile.

“You too inquisitive. And what wrong if mi
breeding?” She took a second to consider what to say to me. Her
next sentence came out slow, “No mi not breeding. Answer mi
question. You would do abortion?”

“Then what else you expect mi to do? Mi not
even finish college yet. How can I go have a child now?”

“Carry the baby! ... After is not the baby
tell you to go take man and go breed.” Her brows knitted tighter,
“So how you turn ’round want to kill the little baby for your
mistake?”

“Mi not spoiling my life to have baby, that
can wait. I have a plan for my life and I’m not making through
pregnancy I end up being somewhere in life I never planned for...
Not when I can do something ’bout it.” I remembered Mom’s advice
and repeated it to Pinky, “Sometimes doing something good is doing
the lesser evil.”

“The baby is your life. What spoil life you
talking ’bout? Anyway your life turn out with the baby, is same so
God write your life. You can plan your route in life but God decide
your destination.” She got harsh, “God wouldn’t make you breed if
him never plan it.”

I snapped around sharply to face her, my
motion dragged the hem of the gown, it slid over her palm and right
out her hand.

“God wouldn’t let me abort it if he didn't
plan it! My voice was louder than hers.”Mi plan my life and mi not
making what happen to YOU come and happen to ME.”

“Mi proud of my two youth them. Mi don’t
shame.”

"What about stretch marks?”

“After mi don’t have none, look how mi belly
still pretty. And even if mi did have, that is nothing to be
ashamed about. That natural.”

“Still think you have them too early. What if
you did stick to your plan to be a lawyer and never make baby spoil
the picture? Is not like you did dunce at school. If you did give
your life a shot at education I’m sure you would find a way to
hustle the money for college. Right now you would be a lawyer. But
instead, look how your life hard now.” Pinky was thinking deeply,
near meditating, she knew I was speaking the truth, as I mouthed to
her, “Things could be better Pinky, trust mi. Just with one
surgery.”

“Your brain must be spoiling inside your
head. You mad my girl? Mi can’t imagine my life without Perry and
Dushawn. Is mi heartbeat them. Mi couldn’t have the heart to do
that. Look how much woman have abortion and can’t breed after. Them
sorry. Mi not running them risk to come condemn my womb. Look how
mi two son them sweet.”

“Well, if you waited till after college you
babies would still look sweet. Look how you brown.”

“You love talk ’bout brown eeh. You
prejudice?” Pinky looked in the mirror and straightened the bosom
of her dress. Of course I would love my baby to have pretty hair
and pretty brown complexion, but I couldn’t have said that to
Pinky. She would’ve said I was too prejudice. Not saying I wouldn’t
want a black baby, if so be the case then fine, I would love him
just the same. But if I had a choice, I would pick the pretty hair,
just like Mommy picked Dad. Pinky was still chatting, “At least no
gal can’t call mi belly cemetery, or call mi skull in a belly.” She
looked away from the mirror, I remembered Mom saying, ‘Gossip are
words of wind and can only hurt you if you let it.’ I couldn’t care
less what others may say. Pinky’s hand froze at her bosom, her
unmoving face asked, “You ever do it yet?”

There was a short delay before I returned an
answer.

“No sis. But if Nathan get mi pregnant mi not
carrying it at all. Nathan not even have nothing. Look how you a
suffer because you breed for men that have nothing. Sorry, I don’t
want that life, mi love myself too much for that.”

“Mi will badger-badger with them. If Father
God never want mi have no youth, him wouldn’t bless mi with them.”
The air of contention between us was stiff. She’d not let go her
dumb point. Always hard-headed, stubborn and persistent. I got fed
up, blew a small fuse.

“That’s STUPID! Hsst. You responsible for
your actions in life, not God, and first of all God don't even
support sex before marriage, so why him would plan to have you
breed two time outside marriage? Eeh?” Pinky couldn’t answer my
question, she just blankly stared, like a dumb cow. “We are all
accountable for where our life go based on our decisions and
actions, we are responsible to correct our wrongs. If it’s a
mistake like with Nathan. I would deal with it. Plain and
simple.”