Eye of Ra Read Online Free Page B
Author: Kipjo Ewers
Danjuma, half asleep after a long shift, cracked open the door to the sound of his son’s frantic voice only to have it pushed open in his face as Laurence barged through searching for money. A dazed Mr. Danjuma attempted to calm down his son who began to tear the place apart, searching frantically for money or something valuable.
“I just need a little cash … just a little cash and I’m out!”
“Laurence stop! You have to stop and calm down son!” His father pleaded. “Please stop!”
“Just give me what’s mine and you’ll never see me again!” Laurence howled. “Just give me what’s mine!”
It turned into a violent struggle as Mr. Danjuma attempted to restrain his son to the living room. Despite a bad wheel and weakened constitution due to his withdrawal, Laurence still had a considerable amount of strength, which was enough to accidently knock his father over a living room chair where his head narrowly missed the edge of the coffee room table.
It was enough to bring him to his senses as he stood wracked with guilt at what he had done. Mr. Danjuma grimaced as he used the coffee table to prop himself to a seated position on the floor. His breathing was heavy as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Tears fell staining his white shirt as he pulled out the little cash within his wallet and tossed it onto the floor in front of his son. His father, too, had broken his own rule not to give money to fuel his son’s addictions.
“Take it …and go.”
Laurence did not utter a word to his father, nor did he hesitate as he quickly stooped down to snatch up the cash on the floor. As his ears picked up the sound of his father weeping bitterly where he sat, his steps did not halt or lessen as he walked out of the place he used to call home. That night after scoring, he fixed himself a double dose hoping to catch the dragon.
He woke up the next afternoon in his own bitter tears, having failed again.
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Laurence was jarred from his memories by the sound of an ear popping cracking noise. The old rusted lock that the super had repeatedly promised to fix finally gave in as it fell to the floor while the window went half way up. His lungs contracted, slowly pushing out air as he pulled out the crowbar and used his hand to timorously raise the window granting them entrance to his room.
Once inside Rosemary greedily scanned for items of value that they could sell in order to score. Laurence towered over her to get her attention.
“We’re here for one thing and one thing only.” He said with a bass filled voice. “You follow me?”
“Yes, okay,” her eyes uncomfortably shifted.
Laurence grabbed her arm for good measure. They entered the hallway and made a beeline to his father’s room. Standing at the doorway, he flicked on the light and stood rooted in place looking in. It too had not changed after all these years. The bed was neatly made, and everything was in its place. The scent inside was a sharp bite of Aqua Velva and Bengay. On the wooden night stand were a thick brown Bible and various pictures of him and his father throughout the years along with two pictures of his late mother. One was of their wedding day, and the other was her holding him in a blue blanket as an infant.
He stood there as his stomach churned knowing the second he entered, things would change between him and his father forever, and there would be no going back.
“Laurence, what the hell are we standing around for?” Rosemary poked her head underneath his arm looking in. “What are we looking for?”
Her whining and the throbbing pain building in his knee drove him forward. Dread blanketed him the second his foot hit the faded hardwood floor. He shook it off the best he could as he began scanning the room searching for something.
Rosemary went
“I just need a little cash … just a little cash and I’m out!”
“Laurence stop! You have to stop and calm down son!” His father pleaded. “Please stop!”
“Just give me what’s mine and you’ll never see me again!” Laurence howled. “Just give me what’s mine!”
It turned into a violent struggle as Mr. Danjuma attempted to restrain his son to the living room. Despite a bad wheel and weakened constitution due to his withdrawal, Laurence still had a considerable amount of strength, which was enough to accidently knock his father over a living room chair where his head narrowly missed the edge of the coffee room table.
It was enough to bring him to his senses as he stood wracked with guilt at what he had done. Mr. Danjuma grimaced as he used the coffee table to prop himself to a seated position on the floor. His breathing was heavy as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Tears fell staining his white shirt as he pulled out the little cash within his wallet and tossed it onto the floor in front of his son. His father, too, had broken his own rule not to give money to fuel his son’s addictions.
“Take it …and go.”
Laurence did not utter a word to his father, nor did he hesitate as he quickly stooped down to snatch up the cash on the floor. As his ears picked up the sound of his father weeping bitterly where he sat, his steps did not halt or lessen as he walked out of the place he used to call home. That night after scoring, he fixed himself a double dose hoping to catch the dragon.
He woke up the next afternoon in his own bitter tears, having failed again.
˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜
Laurence was jarred from his memories by the sound of an ear popping cracking noise. The old rusted lock that the super had repeatedly promised to fix finally gave in as it fell to the floor while the window went half way up. His lungs contracted, slowly pushing out air as he pulled out the crowbar and used his hand to timorously raise the window granting them entrance to his room.
Once inside Rosemary greedily scanned for items of value that they could sell in order to score. Laurence towered over her to get her attention.
“We’re here for one thing and one thing only.” He said with a bass filled voice. “You follow me?”
“Yes, okay,” her eyes uncomfortably shifted.
Laurence grabbed her arm for good measure. They entered the hallway and made a beeline to his father’s room. Standing at the doorway, he flicked on the light and stood rooted in place looking in. It too had not changed after all these years. The bed was neatly made, and everything was in its place. The scent inside was a sharp bite of Aqua Velva and Bengay. On the wooden night stand were a thick brown Bible and various pictures of him and his father throughout the years along with two pictures of his late mother. One was of their wedding day, and the other was her holding him in a blue blanket as an infant.
He stood there as his stomach churned knowing the second he entered, things would change between him and his father forever, and there would be no going back.
“Laurence, what the hell are we standing around for?” Rosemary poked her head underneath his arm looking in. “What are we looking for?”
Her whining and the throbbing pain building in his knee drove him forward. Dread blanketed him the second his foot hit the faded hardwood floor. He shook it off the best he could as he began scanning the room searching for something.
Rosemary went
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