GOING HOME

Going Home

Harry was puzzled when the door didn’t open. Why? Of course, it was his mother’s house. So he knocked again. Still there was no answer. Panicking, he shot the door down with the hand gun he had taken from the side of his pants buckle. Walking inside he found nothing, not even his own mother. “Where the hell can they be?” he questioned himself. For about ten minutes he stood there thinking to himself about where could his family be. Then it hit him, Bookie did tell him that he had 24 hours to give him his money or else. Harry was raged with anger, knowing that Bookie must have broken into his mother house and kidnapped her. The first thing he did was hopped back into his black charger and drive furiously down the I-85 towards Bookie’s headquarters. Yes, Bookie had money, lots of it.
Walking into the door and the first thing he witnesses was Bookie harassing his mother by kissing her on the mouth to cease her from screaming. Harry eyes were as red as a bull charging at a silly ass man with a red suit on and he pounced onto Bookie’s back.
“Get the fuck off my mama you black bastard” retorted Harry.
“Somebody get this nigga off of me man!” screamed Bookie.
Ten tall, muscular, broad black men went to Bookies’ rescue. When Bookie finally took a breath after halfway been choked to death, he pulled a gun out on Harry.
“Ha, the little white boy from a black village…You think you can just come to my place uninvited, and to add that not only did you try to kill me hoe!” he said half-jokingly. “You are a damn fool” he then began to laugh.
Harry was under the arms of one of Bookie’s security men. He couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t move. Harry was trapped. Bookie continued to talk shit to Harry about his money and how “stupid” Harry was. Though he was unaware the whole time that Harry was looking for any advantage to get him and his mother out the place safely. He cocked his head to the left and noticed the gun on the inside jacket of the security guard who held him captive. Being slinky and tall was an advantage for Harry because he kicked the security with his legs enough times that his knees got weak and fell. Kicking him again quickly, he grabbed the gun and his that he had hidden in his pants. He moved so fast that the other men couldn’t respond fast enough. He began pointing the guns at the men and then they did also. Afraid of getting shot, still holding the guns, he had to come up with a plan and strategize his next move.
“You’re such a dumbass Harry; you really think you can clean us all out?” “I got to see this” Bookie laughed out loud, this time joined by his security. Ten damn security guards stood with guns in his face with the exception of Bookie. Bookie seen the nervous on Harry’s face and began to provoke him, he wanted to test him. He began by rising Harry’s mother skirt to reveal her underwear and started unbuttoning her shirt.
“What you going to do about it Harry?” “Whaaaat you gonna do about it?” he thought he was hilarious and began to laugh hysterically.
Harry was even more raged and didn’t give a fuck no more. He began to shoot and so did the other men. The mother screamed and so did Harry as he fell to the ground in shock. He laid there silently as the man he used to call friend laughed outrageously in his face. With the last breath in his body he spoke “I tried and I’m sorry mama…” and he closed his eyes. She yelled and kicked but could not move for she was tied up to a chair. There was no more Harry and soon his mother met up with him in heaven.