The Circle: Rain's Story (15 page)

Rain caught herself
because she knew his kind. Back a weakling person like him in a corner; he simply needed one reason to order one of his staff members to call the police, so she lowered her tone.

“
What, your parents never taught you how to talk to people?” The manager tried to recover by switching the blame.

“Ma’am, no need to raise your voice. She is an employee here, and on a work schedule. She is not being paid to spend that much time with a customer who was already served.”

He turned his attention back to Tiara and in a lower tone since all the employees and customers eyes were now on him said.

“Go back to your station and take care of the real customers.” He
stated, with a singe of sarcasm that Rain caught.

Rain wanted to slap him, but thought against it then looked at Ti
ara and said. “Tiara, remember a moment ago, you said,
‘sometimes you can’t always follow money, but you could always follow your passion and that would make you the happiest.”

Rain watched her unsure eyes stare into hers, then at her managers brooding face, then back at hers. She slowly nodded. Rain smiled, reached inside her bag, and pulled out the
bag of cash Miss Jackie had rejected in the church bathroom and said to her.

“Well, here’s your chance
to follow the money and passion too. I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars in cash, if you tell this asshole, Fuck you, I quit.” Rain stuck her hand out and gave her one of the thick wad of stacked bills. Tiara hands trembled as she accepted the brown bag full of cash and thought it was a joke until she looked inside. She looked at Rain then looked at her manager and screamed at the top of her lungs. “FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. I QUIT!” Rain was pleased and glaring proudly at Tiara, while taking hold of the little girl’s shoulder and led her outside, leaving the manager standing in shock, as the entire restaurant stood to their feet erupting in whistles and applause.

CHAPTER 23

In front of the bathroom mirror inside the hotel,
Rain stood dripping in sweat after doing a total of two hundred pushups and two hundred crunches in rapid successions, admiring her now lean muscular body. For four straight days, never once leaving her hotel suite, she did nothing more than constant exercise, building up her strength and stamina. She even gorged herself in fine cuisine— ordering the most expensive items on the room service menu: steak, lobsters, chilled shrimp and lamb for dinner, the entire three days she was holed up inside. She tickled herself pink, eating all the fine pastries, cakes and delicacies that she could handle. It was as if she was a kid in a candy store. Never once worrying about gaining weight,
why should I
? She thought. Might as well enjoy all she can, because this time, by the following week, the world that she knows will no longer exist. Once Miss Jackie makes contact with her, and delivers her the goods, set was set. All she had to do was wait it out until her brother Dayvid’s preliminary hearing date, only one week away. Still, she remained focused more than ever, and wasn’t leaving for the outside, and risk being seen.

Since she had to
use Mr. Morganstein as a front to be in contact with her brother, she could no longer visit, call, or contact his office because the feds were now on him too, and was watching every move he made. Even his phone calls were illegally tapped, just to pinpoint and arrest the fugitive Porters.

She was happy that she had everything squared away with him during their last meeting, and left nothing to chance. The only thing that disturbed her was her sister
, Fallon, once again. Though she knew she had escaped, and was more than street savvy enough to hold her own because she was battle tested and wasn’t afraid to shoot first and ask questions later. But, it gnawed at her night and day because of her weakness for a big dick, wicked tongues, and sorry ass niggas, particularly Linx. He definitely had her sister dizzy dicked. Rain shivered at the thought of a nigga sliding a dick up into her vagina.

It was nothing she could do but pray that Fallon remember
ed all the rules and lessons her and Dayvid taught her her whole life. But Fallon always proved to disappoint them, no matter how much they tried. It killed Rain every time she thought of how weak she was, and each time she thought about that fateful day she actually turned on her and Dayvid for an outsider almost ten years ago to the day………….

             
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TEN YEARS AGO

Rain and Dayvid
adamantly warned Fallon about Linx, and that if she continued to mess around with him it was like signing his death certificate.

At seventeen she fell in love with him
, a twenty-nine year old local kingpin everyone called Linx. He was a snake and a perv, and had a penchant for young pussy and Fallon was his prize. He turned her out by dizzy dicking her and orally ingesting her in ways she never knew was possible. She was swooned when he moved her into one of his condos and lavished her with the best of everything.

In their eyes, Fallon was still younger than them and what they said was the law.  Dayvid had preached so many times to Fallon and Autumn about niggas in the game.  “No niggas in the
game.  No bum ass dudes.  Only lames with straight jobs are allowed to date my sisters—doctors, lawyers or teachers.” Dayvid would say. 

It all came crashing down,
warning after warning from Rain and Dayvid to leave him alone, causing distance between them and Fallon choosing him, an outsider over her own family. Rain thought back and remembered the day, not that long ago, when Dayvid, couldn’t take it any longer, and him and Rain decided to pay them a visit.

The sound of wood splintering and glass shattering filled the air
as Dayvid kicked in the condo apartment door.

“What the
fuck…” Linx huffed, jumping up off of Fallon so he could reach for his gun.  He never got the chance to grab for it, as he felt the powerful and brutal blows that rained down on his head and face.

“Yeah nigga…don’t say what the fuck now.  This is what the fuck! Ge
t the fuck away from my sister. You’re a fucking dead man!” Dayvid barked, as he rested the .45 on the side of Linx’s head, ready to squeeze the trigger. 

“Dayvid! No! Wait! Please!” Fallon screeched, frantically grabbing for the bed sheets to cover herself.  “Don’t hurt him!  I love him!
” She begged her brother hysterically. Dayvid didn’t move a muscle, and wasn’t giving away any more passes. Fallon turned her pleading eyes towards her sister Rain and panicked. “Rain, Rain, please tell Dayvid to not shoot him. Please Rain. I love him.” Dayvid snapped his cold sullen eyes towards his little sister and barked loudly.               “Love him. This nigga don’t love nobody because he is a piece of shit that like fucking little girls.” Dayvid assured her. “This nigga gonna die today.”

“If you do I will never talk to you again Dayvid! You or Rain.” Fallon spat, eyes reddened with tears. As if Dayvid was hearing things, his face soured as he took the gun away from Linx
head, backing away as he leered at his little sister in great disgust. “You mean you taking this nigga side over your own blood Fallon? Porter blood?” he said reminding her. Dayvid looked over at Rain, who appeared equally stunned by her sister’s disloyalty. They were hurt beyond measure. Rain asked with clarity.

“Do you realize what you are saying Fallon?” Caught in the heat of the moment, Fallon defiantly assure
d both older siblings. “You heard me.” Rain stared grimly in her little sister’s eyes and nodded her dissatisfaction and disappointment in her. Fallon could not hold her gaze and lowered her head. Rain looked at her brother and chucked her head, signaling to him to let it go. They turned on their heels, no more words were exchanged or needed to be said, and walked out the door.

Both Rain and Dayvid
were extremely hurt and disappointed, but each knew that they would have to love their little sister from a distant and allow her to find her way on her own. Over the years, it put a strain in their relationship, but they were still responsible for her because above all, she was still a Porter.    

It took nearly t
wo years into Fallon’s relationship with Linx, when she saw it for herself, and her spell being broken when he got arrested and went to his hearing and found out that not only several of his other girlfriends had shown up, but so did his wife and children that she knew nothing about.

The day Fallon came back home, she was so disheartened and overwhelmed with guilt, she could hardly face her brother and sisters.
They spared her the shame, and welcomed her back home with opened arms.

Because of the broken heart she sustained at the hands of Linx, it changed her. She became more bitter, cold, heartless and reckless, and would not hesitate to bust her guns at
the blink of an eye now.

Over the next several years, Fallon seemingly hadn’t learned her lesson
. She still put herself in precarious positions by falling for no good thugs with big dicks and wicked tongues. She simply could not help herself.

*              *              *

Just stepping out the shower, Rain was towel drying her body and hair, when she heard her hotel room
telephone ring. Naked and body still steaming, she raced towards the bed side phone and answered it. “Hello”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Yep, yep.” Rain responded, geared on speaking as vague as possible as she listen intently.

“2 PM, tomorrow in your
mall parking lot. We will be in a blue van. Bring 15 cents with you.”

“Got it.” Rain heard the click and then the
dial tone. She placed the phone back down on the receiver. It suddenly became surreal to her.
It was really about to go down
, she thought. She will definitely make front page.

CHAPTER 25

For a few fleeting seconds as Rain sat on her hotel room’s outdoor balcony, as she watch the
vibrant and brilliancy of the sun rising above the city, you’d think she was in heaven as she basked in the ambience of its beauty. It was if she saw the sun for the first time in her life, as she mulled its essence over and over again.
The sun was always there
, she thought, and then that old cliché entered her mind…
Stop and smell the roses.
 

She
wished she was familiar with its meaning, and took actions sooner; wishing her brother and sister could share the moment with her. But as in life, it was an acquired thing to take time to appreciate a situation or slow down and pay attention to what is going on around you.
Stop and smell the roses,
she said out loud. Take a few minutes for yourself each day, which is exactly what she was doing. Rain took a deep breath and then reminded herself, “but only for a minute.” She had much on her to do list today.

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She left out early that morning, to get a jump start at the local bank in
McLean that she had her lawyer set up temporarily for her, two weeks earlier, just for this purpose. She had thirty grand, he took all of it out, and closed the account for good. Rain checked the time, only 9:30, and realized that she still had a long way to go until she met up with Miss Jackie for the drop off, and decided to have a light breakfast then take a walk in the park to kill some time. She hadn’t been outside in day, cooped up in her hotel suite; she welcomed the freedom of just taking a long walk.

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The businessman sitting at the table beside Rain, in the small French café, finished his plain black cup of Java, checked his watch and immediately headed out the shop door. Rain envied him at that moment because men like him vast concern was for time and deadlines. He didn’t have to deal in death, damage and destruction to make a living. His parents guaranteed him of that…. A safe world.

Bored, Rain noticed the man had left his newspaper, and reached over to secure the thick morning paper to pass some time, maybe even do the crossword puzzle, something she always loved doing. Then, right one the front
page; she saw it in bold headlines.

ONE OF 3
FUGITIVE SIBLINGS SHOOTS NEBRASKA STATE OFFICER, KILLS 2 OTHERS IN COLORADO AND NEVADA

“Police in Nebraska say eight hours after a near deadly shooting of
              a Nebraska state trooper they have a lead. A police spokesperson reported that a lone fingerprint recovered from a soda purchased by the perpetrator just minutes before the shooting has come back to this woman, who police have identified as Fallon Alicia Porter, an escaped inmate of the Baltimore Detention Center in downtown Baltimore. Police say they believe the trooper may have identified Porter as an escapee and confronted her, causing her to fire the nearly fatal shots. There is a one hundred thousand dollar reward for anyone who can offer information about the woman’s whereabouts. Police say she is driving a black Ford Focus, which may be a rental car from a Baltimore enterprise rental car company. Nebraska police warn that the woman is armed and considered dangerous. It is believed that federal agents from the FBI and US Marshall’s service will be joining the manhunt for Porter.”