dragged... (Part 20)

                     Mr. Rogers   

All I felt was a crashing pain in my head.  The last thing I remembered was a tap at the door and I was about to reclaim my thrown as head Diva at Lilly’s, but then something terrible happened.  I started recounting the events from the previous night and I once reached the scene that had stopped me in my tracks, I rose up in a panic from my resting position and realized that I was in my own bedroom.  I couldn’t believe that my past had finally caught up with me and bit me. 

I had not seen him since the day we were caught screwing in the pastor’s office on my sister’s ill fated wedding day, and the rage he had on his face caused me to pull my knees against my chest and shiver in fear.  Stanley Simon had every right to do what he did to me, because I had ruined his life.  Like I mentioned earlier, I regretted how my ruthless actions had destroyed my sister’s special day.  There was supposedly nothing stronger than family ties, but I guess even family can only take so much from one its own.

We used to laugh together about my conquests of straight men, but all that laughter ceased once I slept with her man.  I had helped her get ready that day, and the weather was perfect, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.  I remember how happy she looked and I was happy for her, but I couldn’t leave well enough alone.  Stanley had always brushed off the advances I made for him, but on that day, he gave into them and made me promise to keep our little secret to ourselves, and I planned on doing so, but when we got busted getting down, the promise became null in void. 

I hoped that he had gotten everything out of his system last night, because I sure as hell didn’t want to be on the receiving end of another punch.  Fuck, my face felt like it had gone through a civil war, but I just had to see what damage had been done to it.  I couldn’t remember how I had gotten home, and when I walked through my quite house I assumed that whoever it was that saw me home had left. 

Prepared for the worst, I turned on the light in my bathroom and made my way over to the mirror.  What I saw caused my knees to buckle.  My face was so swollen that I didn’t even recognize myself.  The pain of moving my facial muscles hurt so bad, until I couldn’t even cry the way I wanted to because it was excruciating, so I moaned instead.  I looked like I had gone several rounds in a boxing ring and had lost.  I couldn’t allow anybody to see Miss Sunny Skies looking this way, because it would be humiliating. 

The aftermath of Karma’s rage was an eye opener for me, but I refused to wallow around in self pity.  I refused to accept defeat without rising up to the challenge.  I could dish it out and take it (in and out of the bedroom).  Part of me wanted to track his ass down and make him pay for laying his hands on me, but another part of me told me to let sleeping dogs lie; however, Sunny decided to listen the side that wanted revenge, and I did too. 

I didn’t care about his anguish, the fact that he had the nerve to come at me the way he did meant that all bets were off.  My streetwise savvy took me to places that would cause the faint at heart to cringe, and I decided to utilize my resources to send him a clear message that he had fucked with the wrong bitch. 

I’m not sure if he realized just how much his attack had infuriated me, but listen up when I tell you this, children, he was soon going to find out.  I switched off the bathroom light and moved into the living room area of my house.  I sat down on my lush, mauve, leather sofa, grabbed my phone, and located the number of one of my past lovers, who would do anything I asked him to do. 

Wayne Rodgers was a no nonsense man, who lived and played hard.  The first time he approached me I was apprehensive because his tough brawn and his aggressiveness scared me a bit, but after he told me he thought that I was beautiful, I lowered my defenses and let him have his way with me.  He treated me extremely well, just like I was a queen. I hadn’t spoken to him in over a year, but I was about to break the silence because I needed him to tighten up loose ends. 

He answered on the first ring, and when he found out it was me he got excited.  I don’t know why I ever let him go in the first place.  I suppose the life he led always had me on pins and needles because I never knew if one of his enemies would come gunning for him.  Even though he never told me exactly what he did, I could judge by the company he kept that it wasn’t your typical nine to five gig.  

After I filled him in on what had happened to me and what I wanted done, he assured me that he was going to make Stanley Simon pay for what he did to me.  I made him promise not to kill him though, because I didn’t want to have that on my conscience.  All he said was that he was going to make him wish he was dead by the time he got through with him and that, my children, sat well with me. 

When I asked him about the price, he just told me that we’d figure that one out together, and you know I knew what he wanted too.  It was quite reasonable too, and I was going to lay it on him so thick that he’d be begging me for more. 

With my plan of revenge secured, I decided it was best to rest, so that I could make a full recovery. 

The moment anybody counted me out, was when they made their first mistake.  I am Sunny Skies, but if necessary, I could become a violent storm, and you could quote me on that!