Chapter 14 — Start of a Tragedy
Jun 3, 2004 – Jacksonville, FL – Jacksonville International Airport – Terminal Area
“Sir, are you okay?” David asked as he and James walked through the airport.
“I’m fine David, I wish you’d stop asking me that,” James stated as he held his side as he walked.
“I keep asking because you look as if you’re in pain sir,” David stated with a frown.
“I don’t care about the pain right now,” James stated with a pained expression. “My only concern now is getting to my son and making sure that he’s okay.”
“I’m sure JT is okay sir,” David stated as he and James got to the rental care desk. “Hi, I’m David Marin and I have a reservation for a car.”
“Why yes sir,” the woman behind the counter stated as she typed in some information on the computer. “Is there a certain type of car you would like sir?”
“It doesn’t matter, any kind will be fine,” David replied with a frown as James flinched a bit and then held his chest.
“Is everything okay?” The woman asked, watching James.
“Yes, everything is fine. Could you hurry it up please?” David asked as the woman continued typing on the computer and then stopped, turned around and then opened a drawer.
“Would an Infiniti G35 be okay?” The woman asked as David nodded his head. “Here are the keys. All I need is your signature here and here.”
“Alright,” David replied as he signed the paperwork where the woman instructed and then slid it back to her as he picked up the keys.
“Alright Mr. Marin, you’re all set. Your vehicle is located in slot ‘v’ dash twenty-four. Do you need an escort to the vehicle?” The woman asked.
“Yes please,” David replied as the woman smiled, pressed a button and then took a seat.
“Someone will meet you at the door over there,” the woman stated, pointing at the door across the corridor.
“Thank you,” David said as he and James walked towards the door.
Down the Corridor
I’ve been too long and I haven’t seen any sign of Justin or that nigger fucker JT. Where in the hell could those two be? I’ve gone to the place where the detective said the porch monkey lives and no one was there. For a nigger, he sure does have a big piece of property. The way that set up of his looks, it looks like he’s trying to set himself up as a king or something. With a house that big, I wonder what it looks like on the inside and what he’s trying to prove.
“Where in the hell is that damn brat? I never should’ve left the hotel in Philly when I was there. If I had stayed there, I wouldn’t be standing here, not knowing where the hell he’s at now,” I said aloud as I looked up to see the nigger I was looking for, but Justin wasn’t with him.
What in the hell is going on here? Where in the hell is Justin? Why isn’t he here with his jiggaboo? Why is the nigger here with someone else? A better question to ask is why in the hell did the stupid nigger go and cut off all of his hair? What’s up with that? Then again, with all the other shit going on in his life, I guess him cutting off his hair should be the least of his worries. From what I’ve seen and heard, he should be concentrating on trying to solve his problems with his group and not be wasting time to get married to Justin.
Since Justin isn’t here with him, maybe that’s a sign that I can still get what I want. Justin shouldn’t be with him, he should be with me. I don’t know what he sees in that nigger any damn way. What does that nigger have that I don’t have? I guess it has to be the dick, because it can’t be the way he looks or the money. Justin has his own damn money and that nigger doesn’t look all that good. So, it must be the dick. He must know how to dick Justin down really good, to make him turn against his own kind to go across the tracks to be with some fucked up, drug addicted porch monkey.
As I walked across the corridor to where the nigger was, I got closer and realized it wasn’t him. What in the hell is this? This guy looks like that fucker JT, but it’s not him. This guy looks—looks kind of funny. What’s up with this? This is all strange. This guy looks a little like JT, but it’s not him. Who is he? I know the white guy he’s with, that’s JT’s road manager. So, why is this guy with him and where in the hell is Justin?
“Excuse me, who in the hell is this guy?” I asked, looking at the road manager as he looked at me like I was crazy. “Where are JT and Justin?”
“Oh, I don’t need this right now,” the guy said as he looked at me. “What is it that you want has been?”
“What! Who are you calling a has been?” I asked as he smiled and then shook his head.
“If the name fits,” he said as the other guy looked at me. “We don’t have time for this; we have a plane to catch.”
“You have a plane to catch to where?” I asked.
“That’s none of your business,” he replied as the two black guys looked at me like I was crazy.
“I’m making it my business,” I said, getting closer to him. “Right now, one of my friends is missing and the last time someone heard from him, he was with your client JT Poole. So, where are they? Where are Justin and that fool JT?”
“He’s not a fool,” the black guy that looked like JT spoke up as I looked at him like he was crazy. Who does he think he’s talking to? He’s nothing but another porch monkey looking to be put in his rightful place.
“Calm down Josh,” the other black guy said as he patted the guy on the shoulder. Hmmm, so his name is Josh.
“Okay Chris Keller, we don’t have time for this damn drama you’re trying to create,” the road manager spoke as he turned his back to me. “We have a plane to catch and we’re not going to let you stop us from getting to our destination.”
“Where you going?” I asked.
“Again has been, that’s none of your business,” he replied as I shook my head, noticing his boarding pass in his pocket as I moved around quickly and grabbed it, opened it and saw that he and I guess the rest of them are headed to Toronto. “Hey! Give that back, you fucking…”
“So, you guys are going to Toronto. Is that where Justin and JT are?” I asked.
“Do I need to call the police for you harassing us here?” He asked.
“Call the police, I don’t fucking care. I’m trying to find my missing friend,” I said, walking away from him as I bumped into someone else and then fell backwards as I hit my ass on the floor.
“Are you okay?” The guy asked, looking at me closely as he knelt down to assist me with getting up. Damn, he fine. Who is he?
“Yeah, I—I’m okay,” I replied, allowing the guy to help me.
“I’m sorry, I guess I should’ve been paying more attention to where I was going,” he said with a nice smile.
“Ah yeah, it—it’s okay guy,” I said as an old looking coon walked up behind him and then patted his back.
“David, what’s going on?” The old coon asked.
“That guy over there is connected to your son,” the cute guy stated as I looked at him and then over to where he pointed. Hmmm, is he talking about JT’s road manager?
“What guy are you referring to?” I asked.
“The guy over there,” he stated as he pointed to JT’s road manager.
“Are you talking about JT Poole?” I asked as he nodded his head.
“Ah yes I am,” he replied with a small smile.
“That’s JT’s road manager there and I’m guess those other guys with him are part of the road crew,” I said as his smile grew. “I think they’re headed to Toronto for something going on with JT.”
“What’s going on with JT?” The old coon asked as he looked at me.
“That I don’t know, but I’m sure his road manager there can answer that question for you,” I said, moving past the cute guy as the old coon walked over to where the road manager was.
“Excuse me, you there, hey you!” The old coon screamed as the road manager turned around. “Marc Prestige! You’re my boy’s road manager? I’ve waited a long time to see you again!”
“Oh no,” the cute guy said as he sighed, shook his head and then walked over to where the coon and the road manager were.
“Is there something wrong? What’s happening?” I asked, walking up behind the cute guy.
“A whole lot is wrong,” the cute guy replied as I looked around to see that the road manager was on the floor and the coon was leaning against the wall as the two monkeys held him back. What in the hell just happened while my back was turned? Hell, I only turned my head for a second. What could’ve happened in a damn second?
“You’re nothing but a damn criminal! You’ve been stealing from my son!” The old coon yelled as the road manager slid across the floor, crawling backwards. “Get your lying ass up and face me like a damn man Marc!”
“You—you’re JT’s father?” The road manager asked as I looked at the old coon and then looked at the other guy I thought was JT as he stepped back from the old coon. “Well that guy there is JT’s brother.”
“What? JT’s brother is dead, don’t lay your lying ass down there, trying to get out of the ass whooping you’re about to get, by telling damn lies!” The old coon yelled as a few people gathered around as I spotted some police officers and security guards heading towards us.
Fuck this shit. While they’re causing a big scene, I’m going to head over to the ticket counter and get myself a ticket to Toronto so I can go find out what in the hell is going on with Justin and JT.
Philadelphia, PA – Penn Medicine – Heather’s ICU Room
“Hello Heather,” Shannon spoke, walking into Heather’s room as the door closed behind her.
“Shan, what’re you doing here? Visiting hours are over,” Heather stated as she turned her head to look at Shannon.
“I came to check on you and to let you in on what’s going on,” Shannon stated with a frown.
“What is it that’s going on?” Heather asked, sniffling as she moved into a sitting position on the bed.
“Ken took Caleb up to Canada,” Shannon stated as Heather raised an eye at her.
“What do you mean Ken took Caleb up to Canada, for what?” Heather asked as she moved around on the bed.
“It seems JT and his boyfriend Justin are in Canada and they’re there to get married,” Shannon stated as Heather’s eyes widened. “They’re there right now and so are Ken and Caleb. It seems they were invited to the wedding.”
“What!” Heather snapped as the heart monitor beeped loudly.
“Heather, you need to calm down,” Shannon stated with a frown as she looked around at the machine.
“How in the hell do you expect me to calm down Shan? You—you just told me that the father of my child is about to get married to someone else…” Heather stated as Shannon interrupted her.
“You can’t still be hung up on that gay man and what he does,” Shannon stated as she sighed and then shook her head.
“He’s the father of my child Shan,” Heather stated as she sighed and then shook her head. “He’s supposed to be marrying me, not marrying some man.”
“Heather, are you listening to yourself? That gay man is never going to marry you,” Shannon stated as she looked down.
“Regardless of that, you just confirmed to me that my brother lied to me about where he was taking my child. That bastard tricked me. He kidnapped my son,” Heather stated as she shook her head as the door opened as a nurse walked in.
“Excuse me, what are you doing here Miss? Visiting hours are over,” Taryn stated as she looked at Shannon strangely. “You’ll have to leave and come back in the morning.”
“I came here to tell her about the whereabouts of her child,” Shannon stated as Taryn raised an eye at her. “It seems her child has been kidnapped.”
“Oh my, I’m so sorry to hear that. Have the police been alerted?” Taryn asked, checking Heather’s vitals as she recorded the information on Heather’s chart as she checked the heart monitor. “Do I need to contact the police for you?”
“No, not yet,” Shannon stated as Taryn looked at her strangely again. “I’m here to see what Heather wants me to do.”
“There’s really nothing I can do, being that I’m here in the hospital right now,” Heather stated, sighing as Taryn walked out of the room. “Until I get out of here, Ken has complete guardianship of Caleb, so he legally has the right to take him wherever.”
“What? When did that happen?” Shannon asked, looking at Heather strangely.
“A few months ago,” Heather replied, looking down. “In the event that something were to happen to me, guardianship of Caleb transferred to Ken until I was back on my feet. So basically, Caleb hasn’t been kidnapped.”
“Heather,” Shannon stated, shaking her head. “Do you know what you’ve done?”
“I made sure that my child is taken care of if something happened to me,” Heather stated as she looked at Shannon like she was crazy for questioning her actions.
“No Heather, you’ve made it easy for that man to get Caleb, if he wants him,” Shannon stated as she shook her head again. “If JT wants to take Caleb away from you, he can do it right now and you wouldn’t have a leg to stand on, mainly because of all of the stuff that’s happened to you.”
“What are you talking about Shan?” Heather asked.
“I’m talking about the fact that if JT wanted Caleb, all he had to do is assert his parental rights as Caleb’s biological parent and take him from Ken. Being that you’re here in the hospital and can’t physically do anything to stop him, you’ve lost your child. Our little boy is gone,” Shannon stated as Heather looked at her strangely.
“That’s not going to happen,” Heather stated as she looked down at the bed. “Caleb isn’t going to leave me, to be with JT. That will never happen.”
“I hope you’re right about that,” Shannon stated as there was a knock at the door as Taryn entered the room again.
“Ma’am, you need to leave,” Taryn stated as Shannon looked at her like she was crazy as Taryn pointed at the door. “Do I need to call hospital security?”
“Shan, we can talk more about this in the morning,” Heather stated, yawning.
“Fine,” Shannon stated as she glared at Taryn and then walked to the door. “I’ll be back, first thing in the morning.”
Toronto, Ontario, Canada – Hotel Victoria – The Lobby
“I can’t believe that little jerk didn’t show up,” Joey Fatori said as he and Lance Banks walked through the doors of the lobby. “Where in the world is he?”
“Come on baby, calm down,” Lance stated as he walked over to the counter and rang the bell to get someone’s attention.
“I’m not going to calm down baby,” Joey stated, shaking his head. “He was supposed to have met us at the airport and low and behold, he wasn’t there.”
“That doesn’t matter now,” Lance said as he rang the bell again.
“Because of him, we wasted an hour of our time, looking for him and he wasn’t even there,” Joey stated as he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter baby, we’re here at the hotel. We’re going to get checked in and we’ll go on up to our room and take a nap,” Lance stated with a frown. “Will that make you happy baby?”
“Why are we even here?” Joey asked, looking at Lance strangely.
“We’re here to support Justin on his big day,” Lance stated with a frown as he rang the bell again. “once we get some sleep, I’m sure you’ll feel better.”
“I strongly doubt it,” Joey replied as he folded his arms across his chest as they waited for someone to come to the counter.
“Hopefully it will,” Lance said, sighing. “All we need is a few hours of sleep before we have to get to the rehearsal.”
“Fuck the rehearsal,” Joey said as someone finally came over to the counter to get them situated.
Ken’s Hotel Room – The Balcony
Why in the hell am I here right now? Why am I really here? Am I actually here to see JT get married to someone else or am I here to stop the wedding? Is that it? Am I here to see if there’s any chance for me and him to have what we should’ve had a long time ago? Is that why I’m here?
Because of my fucked-up sister, my life has been in shambles since she ruined what I had with JT so long ago. If it wasn’t for her, I would be married to JT right now and we would more than likely have a child, a child much like Caleb. Since I found out about all of the shit she did, my heart has been in knots. A part of me is happy that things happened the way they did, because of Caleb being here, but a piece of me is sad because of it. It’s not Caleb’s fault of his conception, but regardless of how his life turns out, he’ll always be cursed because of his mother. What a terrible way to have to live your life.
“Uncle Ken, what you doing?” I heard behind me as I turned around to see Caleb standing there in his jammies.
“Hey kiddo, what are you doing up? You’re supposed to be asleep right now,” I said as he frowned at me.
“I woke up and you weren’t in bed,” he replied with a pout.
“I came out here to enjoy the cool morning air and to think,” I replied with a smile, hoping that would calm his little nerves.
“Is it time to get up yet? I want to go see daddy,” he said as I sighed.
“I’m sure your daddy and Justin are still sleeping right now,” I said as he frowned. “You’ll see them later on in the morning for breakfast.”
“Okay,” he replied as his little face lit up.
“Why don’t you go back to bed and when it’s time for us to get ready, I’ll come and get you,” I said as he looked down for a moment and then looked back at me as he turned around.
“Okay Uncle Ken, I’ll see you when you come get me,” he said as he smiled, waved and then walked back into the room.
What in the hell is wrong with JT? Can’t he see that little boy is calling out to him… for him? That little boy is begging for his love and attention and all he can think about is what Heather fucking did! It’s not his fault about what Heather did. He shouldn’t have to suffer because of his mother’s actions. JT should be happy to have that little boy in his life.
An Hour Later – Vanessa’s Hotel Room
Lord, what time is it? What is that damn noise? Lord, it’s the fuckin’ door! Who in the hell could that be at this time of the morning? That better not be JT, Justin or that Mo’ette heffa. Then again, I’m sure those fools would’ve called, instead of coming down to beat on the damn door like that.
It seems somebody’s in a damn rush, since they’re pounding on the door like there’s a damn fire or something. Whoever it is, this better be important or heads will roll. It’s too damn early in the morning for me to be getting up to answer the damn door. If this isn’t good, I’m beating the hell out of the person that’s knocking like they don’t have any sense… Acting like I don’t have nothing better do to!
“This person is going to make me lose what’s left of my damn religion! Who is it?” I asked, opening the door, stopping when I saw Marc standing there with a sly grin on his face.
What in the hell does this joker want? The last I heard, he was in jail for putting his hands on Justin back in J-Ville. So, what in the hell is he doing here right now? How did he know we were here?
“Well good morning Vanessa?” Marc said as his smile widened.
“Why are you fucking here Marc? How did you know I was here? What is it that you want?” I asked as he walked into the room, like someone had invited him in. “I didn’t extend the invitation for you to come in fool.”
“Now now Vanessa, don’t be that way. You should be asking the question, what is it that you’re going to do for me,” he said as I raised an eye at him, wondering did someone beat his ass in jail to make him come here and act the way he’s acting.
“Excuse me,” I said, grabbing his arm, yanking him towards the door as he snatched his arm away from me and then pushed my shoulder. This man must be out of his damn mind.
“No Vanessa, excuse me,” he said, shaking his head as he closed the room door quickly. “Things have changed here and you’re going to shut the hell up and listen to what I have to say for once.”
“You might want to think about what you’re saying Marc; you don’t know who you’re fucking with. It’s too early in the damn morning for this bullshit. Do you really want to do this?” I asked as he smiled again, looking like the cat that ate the canary.
“You have it wrong Vanessa, you don’t know who you’re fucking with and I do want to do this,” he said, turning around as he moved around me. “For years, you’ve controlled things and now it’s my turn to take control.”
“Are you fucking kidding me here? Are you serious?” I asked, laughing a bit as he shook his head and then pulled out his cell phone. “What are you doing?”
“You’re going to call that bank you have over in the Caymans and you’re going to transfer some money to me,” he said as I shook my head. This fool must’ve really gotten a number done on him if he thinks I’m giving him money.
“You must be out your rabid ass mind Marc,” I said, giggling a bit. “You can’t tell me what to fucking do!”
“Do you want to place a little wager on that?” He asked, looking at me closely with that strange smile of his. “Are you willing to bet your freedom on that one Vanessa?”
“What game are you trying to play here Marc?” I asked, watching his every move.
“Not playing a game Vanessa,” he said as he smiled again and then handed the phone to me. “Go ahead and make that call, time is wasting.”
“I’m not calling anyone, let alone a damn bank, now get the hell out of my hotel room,” I said as he shook his head.
“That was the wrong answer Vanessa. I was willing to give you a chance, but now that you’ve showed your black ass, you’re forcing my hand here. I have no choice but to do something else. Good luck in life Vanessa,” he said as he turned around. “I’m sure your time in jail will be well spent and…”
“What in the hell is wrong with you? I’m not going to jail Marc,” I said as he smiled again and then opened his blazer as he handed me a picture. “Who’s this?”
“I’m sure you know who that man is Vanessa,” he replied as I looked at the picture again, wondering if he had doctored up an old picture of JT or something.
“No, I don’t know who this is. Is there a reason why I should know this person?” I asked, waiting for him to go on with whatever the hell this was.
“You should, it’s part of your fucked-up motherly instincts,” he said as I shook my head. “Besides, if you don’t care, I’m sure JT will.”
“What…” I said as he smiled and then handed me another picture that showed James’ body lying on a floor at that damn hotel we were at when we got into it. Damn!
“I’m sure JT would like to know what happened to his brother so long ago and I’m sure he would like to know what you recently did to make sure he never found out,” he said, looking at me closely. “Am I ringing any of those fucked up bells in your head now Vanessa?”
“What in the hell are you talking about?” I asked, trying to play this shit off.
“Come on Vanessa, that man in the picture is your son Vanessa,” he said as he walked closer to me. “That man is Joshua, your other son.”
“How dare you! My son died a long time ago!” I snapped as he shook his head and then smiled again as I wanted to ram my fist down his throat for bringing up such a touchy subject.
To Be Continued…