DAMON
'Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?' The television yelled.
"Spongebob SquarePants!" My seven-year-old niece squealed in response. From where I was, I watched her move her upper body energetically to the rest of the theme song and when the end came, I took over.
"Spongebob SquareBecca!" With a wide smile on my face, I reached for her hair and ruffled it. Surprisingly she didn't yell like she usually did. Instead, she faced me and gave me an innocent-looking smile which strangely reminded me of the crazy encounter I had the previous day.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked her when her smile turned into a toothy grin.
"'Cause you're not mad at me anymore," she replied with that cute voice of hers.
"I was and can never be mad at you, Becca."
'I don't know about your teenage days though,' I quickly thought. I was well aware of the fact that the teenage years can be a little... I don't know the word to use.
"But, I kept my file of drawings on your table where your file was and made you miss out on that job interview." I am always amazed by this girl anytime she speaks. She speaks exquisitely for her age.
"Becca, it is not your fault. I am not blaming you either."
"Then, why didn't we go for our morning walk?" Her fingers began to twirl the strands of her short, curly black hair which was styled with a bang. When I saw that she was staring at me keenly, I realized she was waiting for my response.
I didn't make my sigh audible as I replied, "I just didn't feel like it. Just watch SpongeBob, okay?"
"Okie Dokie. Grandma left something for you in the fridge though."
"Don't worry Becca, I will make sure to take you out tomorrow. Maybe we will visit that bakery."
She jumped out of her seated position with excitement written all over her face. "Yay! Really? Are we really going?" I nodded and her happiness grew. But, her posture soon changed and her hands rested on both sides of her waist. "But, I get to pay for it," she said sternly.
What is it with this girl? She is always trying to act independent. Though that trait reminded me of her father, I strangely thought about Miss Selena.
Having such thoughts made me angry at myself, I shouldn't be remembering that woman at all. I heaved a heavy sigh and stood up.
"Becca, where will you get the money to pay for our meal?" I resumed the earlier discussion, hoping that it would be enough to erase thoughts about the woman who easily wreaked havoc in the entire country. My legs led me to the fridge which was placed beside the door that led to the kitchen.
"Grandma's friend gave me some money yesterday and I kept it so that we would have enough money. I know how much you work every day, Uncle Damon. You deserve this treat."
As I listened to her talk, my hand stilled on the fridge's handle. There was so much sincerity in her voice, that I couldn't help but feel a huge ball of emotions within me. I was so close to crying as well.
But, I didn't want to take the tear-filled path. I suspected my niece's moving words wouldn't be the only reason I would be crying. My sorry situation would suddenly come to mind and I'd have more things to cry over.
So, when I turned, my eyes took a quick dart across the room which had a cozy vibe to it, and I asked, "Rebecca, have you done your assignments?"
"Yes, Uncle Damon. So, are we really going to the bakery tomorrow?" she asked, her eyes wearing eagerness as her feet danced over the deep-blue coloured carpet which needed to be replaced.
"Yes, we are." I smiled and she screamed happily. While I tried to hide the chuckles that were about to pour out, I opened the fridge. Two bowls of salad which had notes from my mother written on them rested beside a large, tempting bottle of yogurt.
I was able to take my eyes off it and I reached for the mayonnaise jar which was at the far end of the four-compartment fridge.
After scooping some cream and mixing the light meal while sneakingly eating some cucumbers, I went back to the living room where the sudden sight of my mother startled me greatly, almost causing the bowl in my hand to fall.
Thank God it didn't. I would have probably accepted the invitation to cry if it did.
After letting out an exhale filled with relief since the bowl didn't fall in her presence, I said, "Huh, Ma, I didn't hear you come in."
I set the salad dish on the couch and held her hand to my forehead as we do in our culture to show respect for our elders.
"Why haven't you been taking the money I have been leaving for you?"
Wow, ma. Not even a 'how are you' for your son.
"Nothing ma, I just don't like the idea of you giving me money."
Instantly, she grabbed both of my ears and pulled them with her super strength.
"Listen to me…"
"Ma..." I squeezed my face to emphasize how much pain her action caused me. She ignored my pleading voice and pulled harder.
"Until you find a proper job, I will be the one taking care of you. I am your mother, Damon. If you are suffering while I am living well, then there's a problem somewhere."
"But ma, I have a job." Her hard pull on my ears was soon dropped, leaving me to rub them frantically as my narrowed eyes landed on Becca who was back to focusing on her show.
"You call that useless thing you do at that place a job?" A frown made its way to my face as I looked in my mother's direction and my lips wore a little pout. "So, are you going to take money from me henceforth? At least, till you get a job?"
I wanted to argue but the glare she gave me shut me up.
"Yes, mom." She smiled and went into the kitchen.
And, I placed my focus on my breakfast for the day. But, the moment I dipped my spoon into the large salad bowl. my phone's alarm went off, giving me a reminder that I dreaded. But it was a reminder that I could not ignore.
The blaring alarm was telling me that it was time for work. As much as I hated the company I was at, I had a good use for the little pay I got from the job. The job is shitty and hardly what I want to be doing with my life, but what can a man do?
Groaning inwardly, I went to have my seat. After killing the alarm, I downed a few spoons of the salad mixture and set a reminder in my head to put the rest in the fridge so that I can come back for it in the evening before I finally go back to my place.
Staring at the character Patrick being dumb, I reached for my shoes. A couple of deep sighs after, my shoes were finally covering my feet.
I hurriedly took two more spoons of the salad as I got up, my gaze fixed on the old clock ahead. Seeing that time was running fast, I told Becca to eat some and put the rest in the fridge for me. Becca smiled graciously as she got up and I could just see my brother in her movements.
If only he were here to see his daughter all grown up.
"Ma! I am leaving for work!" I exclaimed while my hesitant self took the money she left for me.
"You can take my car!" Her loud voice replied from the kitchen where the sound of running water was coming from.
"But ma..."
I could already picture her flaring up for questioning her instruction, so I silently agreed and left the house after grabbing her car keys.
"Bye, Becca."
"Have fun, Uncle D."
Soon, I was turning the car's ignition key, starting the engine of the small car which my mother hardly used.
As soon as I hit the tarred yet heavily pot-holed road, my mind went straight to the previous day.
The car danced while I tried to avoid the deep grooves on the road, and I wondered if I should have accepted Miss Selena's offer?
Now that I think of it, being a photographer for the gang didn't sound so bad. I mean, as long as my presence is not announced, I can just do my job and slip out of the room unnoticed when I am done.
But then, the dangers that come with being in a gang are intimidating. Whether my presence is announced or not, I could be exposed to a lot of dangerous situations. I could die during a raid, fight, or whatever gangs engage in. I could be a target for the gang's rivals as well.
As I joined the highway which guaranteed a smoother journey, my thoughts deepened.
Honestly, I don't get why the Damish Gang would need me for that kind of thing. It was rather strange. If I knew better, if they need a photographer, they could easily recruit someone with military experience or another gang member.
"Gosh." I shook my head as I adjusted my seated position. "Stop thinking about it, Damon. Just stop," I admonished myself and I pressed the accelerator pad.
Soon, I was looking at the entire building that made up my workplace.
My workplace... A place I hate dearly.
DAMON With a bitter smile on my lips, I decided it would be better to park my car in the open parking lot. Parking in the basement car park would call undue attention to me and the employees I see every day would have more reason to taunt me as they have been doing for whatever reason known to them. Once the parking was taken care of, I got out of the car and mentally prepared myself for the long day ahead. I entered the administration building whose outside walls were painted pink and white and headed straight for Linda's office to get my costume and trays of sweets. Yes, that torturous activity is not over. As I ignored the snickering and intentional backbiting that trailed me as I walked, I wondered if my bear-dancing situation would come to an end soon. Mr. Hands did not indicate how long I would do the embarrassing activity for. At that point, I didn't mind the desk job which I always dreaded because of the people I worked with. Soon, my mind still raided with thoughts, I
DAMON My eyes blinked furiously and with difficulty, I adjusted my sight to accommodate the unusual brightness in the room. I managed to take a quick look around the huge, space that would be empty if I wasn't there, and I noticed a huge gap in the ceiling which gave sunlight a point of entry. That was where the light was from. The heavens must enjoy teasing me. Other than the light that was focused on me, the remnant of the room was dark. I could barely see what lurked in the far corners but I felt a lot of negative energy which came with the musky smell that I was certain I wouldn't be forgetting soon. Soon, I attempted to move my feet so that I could at least scurry for my freedom. Hitting the rusty iron door which was right in front of me didn't sound like a terrible idea. Or I could dump that crazy idea and save myself from getting into trouble by checking out the strange environment through the small bars the huge door had. But, my feet wouldn't budge. As the chair made
DAMON "You have never heard of us?" The middle of his forehead quickly wore a frown before he sharply pulled his hands off the chair and stood upright. My nose scrunched in reaction to his disturbing perfume. After making a clicking noise with his mouth, he folded his arms, gazed right into my eyes, and asked, "How could you have never heard of The Pretties? We made quite an entry this year." "What do you guys do? Put on dresses and try out new lipsticks? Are you a fashion company of some sort?" My voice was so calm and I became worried for myself. Excusing the flamboyant appearance of the man in front of me, it was clear that they were one of the gangs that bothered the streets of the country. But, no, I have never heard about them. The name 'The Pretties' didn't sound familiar. But then, I don't exactly pay much attention to the affairs of the nation. I have enough problems to deal with. My ears caught the stifled chuckles from one of the men at the entrance. Mr. Pretty was
DAMON Miss Selena made clicking noises with her mouth as she tapped the wooden arm of the couch she was seated on. I narrowed my eyes as her response rang in my head a hundred times over. There was something about the word, 'father', that almost made me believe her but, I could not afford to fall into any trap. Especially if that trap is laced with lies. I won't let anyone use my late brother as a means to get me to do something terrible. "What do you mean by my brother was killed because of my father? How do expect me to believe anything you are saying? What?" My frown deepened. "My brother was killed? Please... it was clearly an accident." "The Pretties masterminded his accident. They made sure it was impactful enough to kill him. So yes, they killed him." Selena exhaled hard as I glared at her. As she scrunched her lips while her mind seemed to calculate things, I went to take a seat opposite her. "Prove it. I won't believe you until you do so," I dared her. "Gladly." Her li
DAMON "If you work for me. I will ensure The Pretties doesn't touch your family, otherwise, terrible things will start to happen,” Selena said. "Is this fun for you? Do you think I am a charity case? What do you hope to get from me in return for this protection?" I asked after her words sank in. Honestly, a part of me was already considering her deal. I don't take my family's safety lightly. They are all I have. So, if I have to dine with the devil to have them protected, I will do so. But... I still had so many questions. Selena nodded as my eyes questioned her further. "As you know I have been watching you. What you don't know is that I have been watching you ever since your brother died. I have watched you suffer at that vain job of yours. I have seen how you love your family. I know you are good at what you do. So, I want you to consider my proposition as a simple deal. Take my words as the truth that they are. If I say I will protect you, I will do so. Work for me while us
DAMON I watched as Miss Selena's lips grew into a smile. My response seemed to delight her greatly. "This is awesome," she said excitedly. "We should celebrate." "What's there to celebrate?" I grumbled from where I was. "I am not doing this because I find your offer interesting. No, working with a gang leader has never been my plan. I am doing this to protect my family." "You might as well think that you are doing it for the money," Selena spoke. "You don't have to be so hard on yourself especially now that you have two good-paying jobs." "Isn't my life so great?" I asked, a sarcastic tone in my voice. "Damon Jones," the thickness of her voice snapped me out of my complaining state. "I gave you a choice, so stop making it seem like I forced you to do this. You can decide to change your decision now before we sign a contract." "There's a contract?" My brows lifted accordingly as my nagging side disappeared instantly. "Why?" She crossed her arms. "Did you think you would work for
DAMON "Damon," Selena's feminine voice penetrated my sleep. I was dreaming about my brother and the life he could have had with his daughter and wife. "We're here," I heard her say as I blinked the sleep in my eyes away. While stifling a yawn, I managed a stretch that left me satisfied. I was about to ask Selena a question when the door on her side was immediately shut. She had left the car. I soon did the same. As soon as I stepped out, my sight landed on a huge mansion and the scenery surprised me greatly. Honestly, when she mentioned that we were going to the main base, I imagined a dirty, old-looking, almost rusted factory. But the building I was presently staring at... By God, it was magnificent. At that moment, I felt the ache of not having my camera with me. Everything about the building was glorious. From the well-permed lawn to the exquisitely designed lamp stands which had gold-colured stripes on its pole, everything was indeed gracious. As the car behind me was d
DAMON It all happened so fast. One minute, Selena said something about rules. The next, Camilla was being dragged out of the door by a hefty man who rushed into the room like he had been set ablaze. "Follow me," Selena had ordered sternly and I had no choice but to do so. Even if I wanted to resist, the look in her eyes and the firmness in her voice was enough warning for me. So, as I tried to remain calm, I followed Selena whose sight was trained intently on Camilla. Camila was so close to being dragged on the floor like a dirty rag as the tall, buffy man pulled her along mercilessly. I felt bad for her for a minute but when I recalled how forceful she was earlier, I just hoped that moment wouldn't escalate into a rigorous and bloody one. Soon, after many steps were taken, we were far into the exquisite building and away from the noisy party on the ground floor. My steps soon came to a halt as I watched the man open a door on the right. It was one of the many doors on the lon