Lie is Key: Part One Chapter ThreeA Chapter by Nick "The Stick" Branyon
NY City for the first time and last.
"Joe, come on, It is time for your release at Books a Million," said Chris waking me up at his place with his mom, Gabriela.
I looked at the clock and it was around 8 a.m. You could smell the bacon in the whole house. The walls are filled with Playboy pictures of Gabriela when she modeled. The whole house however was just an average NY apartment.
I got dressed in a formal suit and went toward the kitchen. Siting down with Gabriela and Chris was a handful. I was still sad with anger in my body that I couldn't eat one piece of bacon. Gabriela didn't take that to well and said looking dead into my eyes,
"Being despressed is one thing but not even eating is another. My whole life Joe I lost my own parents, husband, and my self-confidence. My boy here is the only thing I have left and has been harassed at school because of racial discrimination of white and Latina marriages. Hell, I know you lost a wife and your confidence but you can't be talking and this is over!!"
The words she mentioned made me think outside the box for say. I can't change the past when my wife, Caroline, fell to her painful death. The only thing now is to move on, but I lost my child and I replied with sarcasim,
"You forgot one thing and it is that you never lost a child but I did. You don't know how it feels to lose a child."
Gabriela never spoken afterward, but it made me come to a conclusion to stop with the bitching and move on. I started eating for the first time and later went with Chris to ride over to Books a Million.
"Hey Joe. Sorry for my mother saying that to you. She has been how you say extremely depressed."
Chris drove in his old van. Don't know what model it was but, I know for sure it was a Chevy I tell you that. Minutes of silence occured to both of us. The only things you hear is the other drivers honking horns and flipping us off. I got so pissed that I threw a rusty hammer from the van and into the drivers window crashing into the car with glass flying. Chris didn't blame me for that.
At 9 a.m., we arrived at Books a Million. People were waiting over night for my book and an autograph. This book was the most wanted for this season. I for one was the most talked about on Google because of my wife's death and the book combined.
"Joe, don't be afraid now. Ever since your wife died, well you know. Big sensation falls into misery," said Chris with a smile and soft voice. Sure is was nervous, but I loved the crowd.
From 9:15 a.m. to 1 p.m., I was giving autographs. I met people from Canada and Great Britian to come see me and the book. But when it came down to one more person, he started cursing and calling me out saying, "You and your wife are total b*****s!!"
"Let him go on, if he saids one more word though, he is mine," I whispered in the guards ear.
The man looked like to be 34. He was African-American, tall, and very skinny. The man had his final words and said, which has sparked myself into fighting mode,
"Your wife is my b***h and that w***e deserves to die!" He also spit his saliva on me.
I stood up and tackled the son of a gun out cold. The tackle looked like Ray Lewis tackling a QB for his win. Both chris and the guards took me out of the building and Chris drove me back to his apartment.
"Why did you do that?" asked Chris driving.
"HEY, I told that guard that this will happen," I replied.
"Well Joe, atleast your alright but not for the that other guy in the hospital," said Chris laughing.
As we arrived, Gabriela set my belongings in the front with a note. Chris went inside to give me something important. I carried my baggage to the car and read the note which said,
I am sorry for what I have said. I know that you miss your wife and unborn but you have to understand that it is over and time for a new beginning. And yes, I don't understand what nit's like to lose a child, but I know how it feels to lose someone you love.
From and love,
Gabriela P. Smith"
Chris driven me to the airport and gave me my wife's lucky key. Chris said that Caroline gave it to him until the time was right. I grabbed both the key and baggage and headed for my home in the deep south where I belong and where everything began.
© 2012 Nick "The Stick" Branyon
Added on August 5, 2012
Last Updated on September 1, 2012
Lie is Key
Nick "The Stick" Branyon
Rock Hill, SC
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