Promo: Pop Goes the Weasel

[This is Bo 0]

This is a quiet room…

 

Hmm, I’m surprised by how quiet this room is, there’s no camera, no visitors out of the blue, there’s no roommate, wow, it seems so surreal of how quiet is this room. Almost too quiet, the only thing I hear is the beeping sound of the stupid machine and of course my own breathing.

 

I look towards the door because I hear something coming from the other side of it. I look at the doorknob, waiting for it to turn…yes, I have 20/20 vision and I’m proud of it. I’m still waiting for the door to open, oh god, I hope she comes back…she’s the only bright spot of the day.

 

The door remained closed. Disappointment fills my heart. Wait, where’s the beeping noise? Ok, I know I have 20/20 but I know for damn sure I’m not going deaf. Ok, now for some odd reason I feel like these walls are closing up on me and I’m getting uncomfortable, no, I’m getting annoyed and angry because I want to leave.

 

Wait…

 

Let me control my breathing and stare at the door, that white door… Focus, focus on the doorknob, see every inch, every ounce of the doorknob and watch it move. I see it, I see the movement on the door, somebody is about to enter and I hope, no I pray, that it’s that girl again. Such beauty only comes about once in a life time and it came in my lifetime and I hope that it never leaves. I clutch the sheet; I’m trying to keep myself even as my body starts to twitch for no reason. The doorknob turns, my eyes grew…

 

God I’m catching an erection just thinking about her, is that normal? Who cares…the door is now opening, slightly ajar as I see a hand holding the knob of the other side of the door. I don’t like those hands, I know those hands and it’s not the hands that I want to see. A pecan complexion, those are the hands that I want to see. Short nails painted red. No, she cannot have any tips because that would make her fake and god makes real people and she is heaven sent. These hands that is being used to open this god forsaken door is old and wrinkle, and they are somewhat large, not like mines, but not like a female. The door finally opens to reveal the person coming in. My heart sank.

 

“Good Afternoon Mr. Nuñez, how are we feeling today?”

 

“I’M feeling 100% better, just a tad paranoid that you keep saying “WE” as if you were injured as well.” SIN said, still hurt and upset that the person that came to see him is the not beautiful nurse that he has spoken about…he continues. “When will I be able to leave Dr. Barefoot?”

 

“Aren’t we in a rush…have a hot date?”

 

“As a matter of fact I do, but it’s not the kind of date that you would expect, nonetheless, I’m eager to leave and have a date with destiny.”

 

“Well…” The Doctor smiled. “I hope Destiny is a good looking girl.” The Doctor takes his eyes off of SIN and looks at his clipboard, he flips a few pages before looking up at SIN, his expression changes a bit. “I’m sorry Mr. Nuñez but I would rather keep you in for one more night, just to evaluate your improvement. Remember you received a severe concussion.”

 

SIN exhales through his nose and closes his eyes knowing that he has to stay in this dreadful hospital call Jacoby hospital in the Bronx, his hometown. “It is what it is.”

 

“Mr. Nuñez…more than likely you will be discharged tomorrow morning. Hopefully Destiny is a patient girl and waits for you…” The doctor smiles, he continues. “The nurse will be with you in about a half an hour to check your pressure and temperature. I will be back later tonight to give you an update. Ok? Good.” The doctor turned towards the door and walks out before SIN can say anything.

 

A smile creeps upon my face; joy fills my soul as the words “the nurse” was said. She’s coming to see me; she’s coming to help me. Just seeing her face is a big boost by itself.

 

My joy quickly evaporates, Destiny must wait but I still must do something. Where’s my phone?

 

I grab the phone knowing whom I’m going to call and what I’m going to say.

 

I dial…it was quick like speed dial.

 

The phone is ringing…

 

I’m waiting…

 

“Hello…”

 

My heart skips a beat…

The voice sounds different, oh well, I aint going to stop now.

 

“Listen up you stupid son of a bitch, I’m going to hunt you down. What you failed to do is keep me down. One rule in the hood…if you got a life in your hands, you squeeze the life out of it, you failed to do that, now you’re the one that’s going to get it.”

 

I breathe, but continued to speak before being interrupted.

 

“You can tell that overgrown African Booty scratcher…”

 

Shit, I haven’t said that since elementary school, wow, that was kind of cool.

 

“…that he’s next. What I’m going to do to you is something so painful you will beg me to kill you. I fuckin, I will tie you to a fuckin bed post, with your ass cheeks spread out, shit, right, put an hanger on the fuckin stove and let that shit sit there for about an half an hour, take it off and stick up your ass slow like ‘ssssssssss’. You knocked me down, but I aint out, and right now I’m out for revenge. When the time is right, and trust me it’s coming when you least expect it, you’re going to get it. Do you understand me you stupid dumb cocksucker? Do you?!”

 

“SAMMY!”

 

Shit, I recognize that voice. Wait, whom am I calling? Let me look at the phone. Shit, why did I press redial? I could have sworn I dialed the number. Great, now I got to explain this shit to her.

 

“Bendicion mami. Como estas?”

 

“Dont you ‘como estas’ with me. Que te pasa hijo?”

 

“Na, estoy bien, frustrado nadamas.” SIN said, he’s dreading trying to explain this to his mother.

 

“I’m going to see you later...ok hijo?”

 

“No problem ma, te veo despues.” SIN answered, still crossing his fingers that he wont have to explain.

 

“Bein... take care.”

 

“Ok, bye.”

 

“Bye.”

 

I quickly press the ‘end’ button before my mother can say anything else. I exhaled deeply and looked at my ‘Phone Contacts’, I found what I was looking for, press the option button, then press ‘ok’ on txtmsg. I started texting...

 

“You fucked up, now you dead.”

 

I pressed ‘send’ and then closed the phone.

 

Now a smile emerges at my mouth again, thinking, fantasying, having nasty dreams. I know good girls never give it up, but shit, anything is possible if 50 fucked Vivica. Wow, I’m starting to get another erection, I swear I could be the next Casanova, or the Gentlemen Caller, but first, I will be the beast and I will pop that weasel. I can’t help but smile, thinking of what might…no…what will happen. Its on and poppin.

 

Now I wait.

 

End

 

 

 

 

 

 

OOC: I'm trying something new here with my writing... Since I had time to think and do physical labor, it's something that I wanted to try. I never was or claimed to be a English major, but I do this because it's enjoyable to me. I hope I'm not stepping on any toes with this Promo.

Thanks, hope you all enjoy.

 

[Toxxic 0]

Nice promo, although I nearly pissed myself at the idea of SIN making those threats down the phone to him mum. Awesome.

[DxRxExWxF 0]

Entertaining. Seemed very stream-of-consciousness. Something you'd find in a creative writing seminar or something. Good stuff.

[Thoth 0]

Damn, Bo's writing reminds me of Aeon Flux. That's a good thing.

[Retard Girl 0]

this was really good.

 

i loved the phone bit as well.

 

serious and funny, it's a good combination