Promo: Dream

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

It’s 7:00 am… Things are already in the moving truck and some stuff are packed in Bo’s Hummer… Bo gave a pound to a few of his peoples that helped him pack up and Bo gave each of them 50 dollars so they can spend… Most likely they’re going to spend it on weed but that’s their thing… That’s 200 dollars that he spent but it’s all good. Bo pulls out and made a left on Castle Hill… He goes down Castle Hill and made another left into the highway of the Cross Bronx and off to the long journey… He plans on getting there before the moving truck. The moving truck will be arriving the next day at 3:00 pm to 5:00 pm… Not much is said during the drive as it’s going to be a 10-hour drive, it’s going to probably take them 12 hours since they have to eat and take care of Alex. And the long journey of adventure starts…

 

---------- 3 hours driving ---------

 

The baby is sound asleep; there’s nothing that can wake him up, not even an 18-wheeler. Bo and Lwanda spoke few words, maybe it’s because she’s been in the mixture of depression and anger of moving away from her home, her family, her love ones… But Bo is also moving away from his home, family and love ones, but he has to do it for his new family.

 

“You’re still mad at me?”

 

Bo said as he noticed her looking out the window with her right elbow on the door and her right hand lifting her head from her chin. She turns her head to look at him and she said:

 

“No.”

 

Then back to her position she goes.

 

“You can speak to me you know, I have feelings and I know what you might be going through.”

 

He said trying to spark up a conversation.

 

She came back with the remark that kind of angered Bo as she said:

 

“Yeah, right whatever.”

 

“You’re trying to say I don’t know how you feel?”

 

He asked shifting his head back and fourth from her and the road.

 

She looks at her, put her hands on her lap and position her self to make her ass feel better. She then said, with a pinch of anger in her voice:

 

“I didn’t say you didn’t know, what I’m saying is that you don’t care what I feel.”

 

Now he gets a bit perturbed as he came back by saying:

 

“What you mean I don’t care what you feel, I do care what you feel, you wouldn’t be my wife if I didn’t care.”

 

“You’re with me because you don’t want to be lonely that’s all.”

 

“You know what, fuck you… If I didn’t want to be lonely I would of bought a dog and shit…”

 

“You can’t fuck a dog unless you’re some kind of sick freak.”

 

“Why are you acting this way Lwanda? Huh, what did I ever did you to you? All I ever did to you was love you.”

 

“Yeah, whatever…”

 

“What, you don’t believe me… You don’t fuckin believe me… I took you back when you fucked up; I took you back when you fuck me over and this is how you’re treating me and shit… Fuck you.”

 

Now Lwanda gets all round up and she shifts her body towards Bo and said:

 

“You see, I fuckin knew that you would throw that shit in my face, I fuckin knew that you just cant let it go… I said I was sorry, it was my fuckin mistake…”

 

“You expect me to forget what you did? You fuck another nigga that was my friend and you expect me to just sit back and say, or she’s my wife and he’s my friend, sure, they can fuck. Fuck you…”

 

“You said you was over it, when we made love for the first time since you returned to me you said that that is the past, and now you’re bringing that shit back…”

 

“I can’t believe…”

 

------- Honk, Honk ---------

 

Bo looks out his window and sticks his left hand out and put up his middle finger screamed:

 

“Fuck you asshole, yeah, bite me…”

 

He looks back at Lwanda who was back to her original position and he said:

 

“Lwanda, LWANDA… Why don’t you like me? You think I’m ugly don’t you, you think I’m ugly…”

 

Lwanda went to touch him. And he yelled:

 

“Get the fuck away from me don’t touch me… I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD I HATE YOU…”

 

He begins to weep.

 

“Oh my god I love you… How the fuck can you do this to me, how the fuck can you do this to me.”

 

----------- 8 hours later -------------

 

“Where are we, why are we in the middle of no where?”

 

Bo opens the door and said: “Ok get out…”

 

“Why? Ok, now I’m scared…”

 

Bo goes towards the passenger side, opens the door, grabbed her by the hair and screamed:

 

“I said get out bitch.”

 

“Let go of my hair, please don’t do anything stupid, please, I love you… We can just sit down and talk about it…”

 

“Bitch, fuck you… You did this to us, you did it, it’s your fault…”

 

Bo grabs his head with both hands.

 

“Oh my god, get a grip Chuck.”

 

Bo looks up and then smiles at the frighten Lwanda, not paying attention to Alex’s cries as he continued by saying:

 

“Hey, remember the time we went to Jasmine’s party?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“And you got so drunk that you threw up all over Archie, that was funny wasn’t it? THAT WAS FUNNY WASN’T IT?”

 

“Yesss.”

 

“See, it all makes sense doesn’t it? You and that bitch had a fight, one of you tries to grab the knife and during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam’s apple slice. And while this is going on, the other bitch wakes up, she walks in, you panic and she gets throat cut. Now they’re both dead and you slash your own throat, so now it’s double homicide and suicide with no note. I should of known better when you started to act weird, we could of…”

 

Bo looks up and sees Lwanda running through the trees in the woods.

 

“Hey, where’re you going, get back here.”

 

They both begin to run now, Bo chasing Lwanda through the bushes and trees.

 

“Don’t run from this, it’s no use, you’re only making this harder for yourself…”

 

He grabs her.

 

“Ah ha, got ya, go ahead, yell, here I’ll scream with you... AHHH SOMEBODY HEEEELLLLLP… See, no one can hear you, now shut the fuck up and get what’s coming to you, you were suppose to love me…”

 

Bo grabs her by the throat and squeezed.

 

“Now bleed bitch bleed, bleed bitch bleed, bleeeeeeeeeed.”

 

“CCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKYYYYYYYYY!”

 

“What!”

 

“Wake up!”

 

“What happen?”

 

“You felled asleep.”

 

“For how long?”

 

“Don’t know, when I woke up you were driving with your eyes closed.”

 

“Oh shit.”

 

“Yeah, and that was about 20 seconds ago, I was trying to wake you up for 20 seconds and you never responded, all you had was a smile on your face. What were you dreaming about?”

 

“He turns to her, eyes buck shot red and then he said:

 

“Nothing really… I mean I really don’t remember anything since you scared half the life out of me.”

 

“Me? You were sleeping and driving and that’s a bad combination… You were scaring the shit out of me and your son…”

 

“Home.”

 

Alex said as he was awakened by the scream from his mother.

 

Bo looks around to see where exactly was he and saw an exit sign that said “Newport News 1 mile ahead exit 21…”

 

“Oh yeah, about 30 minutes and we’ll be home…”

 

Bo turns towards Lwanda and asked:

 

“Ma, during the time we were driving, were you at any point mad at me?”

 

“No, why?”

 

“Just asking…”

 

And they continue driving until they reached their destination.

 

End

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Bo dreams of Eminem...that was quite freaky, until I picked up on the connection.

 

Still. Quite disturbing. You've been busy, Bo, and I like what I'm seeing.