Enrique woke
up majestically, his hair unscathed, his face free of blemishes. It was as if
he hadn’t had the slightest movement the entire night. He quickly got up and
checked his suitcase, picking it up frantically as he emptied out the contents
on the floor. Good, no make-up. Enrique
would sometimes pack eyeliner to give him that extra confidence. He was at his parents’
house for the weekend, it was a preordained Hell. Enrique couldn’t have a
moment’s peace; whenever he did he was in drag. He thought about his wigs at
the club, then he thought about how he shouldn’t have taken some extra time to
help out Bertha that one night. If he hadn’t, Will wouldn’t have seen him and
he wouldn’t be asking for 100 dollars a week, Enrique’s secret was expensive
but luckily it was his father’s money that kept it under wraps. More than a
secret it was a lie, everything about Enrique was a lie.
Everything except
Jesus, he accepted him and held him near to him, ever since he was a child his
parents invoked in him the religious methodic church practices. His father was
a lawyer, so you could imagine where his he got his lying skills. It was
talent. His shell was foolproof until Will discovered him. He despised him. He
thought he was the fishiest, equivocally the most foul queen he had ever seen.
It was partly his mob mentality. He was there that night that Shawn jumped at
Will, as everyone was chanting for Shawn to beat him up, he followed suit.
Enrique knew
he was a piece of worthless scum. He could taste himself as looked through the
mirror, bitter and sour. He wasn’t half-bad looking either, being
half-Brazilian half-Colombian really helped the tome of his skin, and his hair
was envy worthy. Besides hating himself for putting on this ruse, Enrique had
an excuse to do it. His father was paying for most of his very expensive
college education, and at his graduation from DeMille he would receive a very
expensive trust fund his father had enclosed to him at a very young age. He
thought many times of coming out of the closet and telling his father to fuck
off, but where would he be off then? he knew of too many homeless homosexuals
who ended up taking their lives. He decided to endure and swallow his pride and
keep his true self hidden from the rest. At the call of his father he was
forced to join the crusaders, he loathed them at first but after a while he got
used to them, used to their disapproval of everything, they were even reluctant
they even let him into the club seeing as they’re clearly racist. He knew Jesus
Christ, and he was not anything that the crusaders say. But then again sometimes
he thought about the possibility that they were right, about everything, that
made him depressed.
Gemma danced
with her leather skirt to the guitar solo in Hotel California. She was popping
her bubblegum as she did, she flushed her hips and swayed her body, she was a
skilled dancer. Although her true skills could not be shown in Teddy’s cramped
dorm room. He sat in his desk with a headset and a video game controller, his
countenance whisked away by monitors and high definition graphics. As the last
chords of the song played Gemma suddenly stopped and started to snoop in on
Teddy’s conversation over his headset.
“No, no, get
in the dungeon you stupid troll! Can someone please tell Guard10537 to get on
our level?! Hey Jeremiah how are you on those revival disenchanters- did that
noob just nuke us?!”
Teddy was too involved to pay any attention to Gema who
was playing with her boobs in the mirror across the room, she cupped them and
adjusted them, and then gave a little squeeze, she was entoxicated by her
boobs. Suddenly she remembered.
“Hey Teddy
hurry up we’re gonna be late!’” she threw one of his pillows at him.
“Hey! Wait
up I just need-“
“No! Now!”
She threw another pillow.
“Alright,
Godammit!” Teddy took off his headset annoyed.
“You know
you really should stop talking to Jeremiah”
“Why?”
“Because
Teddy, he’s straight and he has a girlfriend, the more you hang around him the
more you’ll get hurt”
“Like you
care about me” Gemma slaps him upside the head.
“Dumbass”
Albert
carefully buttons his Gucci woven shirt as he stares at himself in the
mirror. The contours of his face were
clockwork; his visage was a splendid work of genetics. He was barefoot; he
never wore shoes wherever he was comfortable. Just before he was consumed with
vanity, Melvin walked in their room. He and Melvin had moved in together in a
cozy little apartment near the University.
Melvin’s
soothing arms wrapped around Albert.
“Where are
we going?” He asked
“Another one
of my sister’s gay club meeting, were going to discuss what happened to Will”
“Poor guy,
he was the life and soul of the club, he was so fearless”
“I can just
imagine how Ronnie must be feeling, he’s out there playing detective” Albert
turns around to kiss Melvin but he releases him and backs away.
“You were
thinking about your ex?” Said Melvin with a glare of jealousy.
“He’s out
there playing detective with a cop, I could only imagine what’s going through
his pubescent mind, knowing Ronnie he probably wants revenge, he’s like a
broken record” Albert grabbed Melvin and
hugged him tight.
Melvin
loosed his grip.
“You expect
me to believe you were thinking about Ronnie? Don’t tell me, I’d love to find
out on my own…guess you better get going” Melvin walked away pissed off. Albert
looked at the gym bag on the floor then back at Melvin, then back again.
Jane stood
in the student activities room when Bradley stood outside in the hallway
looking in. She was shuffling some papers, her hair was in a ponytail, he undressed
her with his eyes, licked his lips as he did. She was wearing tight waited
booty shorts with a tattered up tank that coveted her breasts so perfectly and
made them look like two orbs mounted on her chest.
Jane caught
a glimpse of him spying through the window. She quickly rushed to the door and
thrust it open.
“What the
Hell are you doing here?”
“Nothing,
just…”
“Where you
spying on me? What did you get off or something?”
“Maybe” he
gave her a mouthwatering look.
“Not today,
I got things to do, people to mourn”
“Oh right
the dead fag-“
“You didn’t
have anything to do with that did you? I mean, I know it wasn’t you because we
were in the sack at that time-“ Someone walked by them, igniting their feigned
character.
“Fuckin
dyke!” He yelled at Jane as he walked off.
“Jesus
freak!” She replied.
Ronnie rode
in Kessler’s car. The ride was excruciatingly awkward as the drive took longer
and longer. Especially since Ronnie could not stop undressing Kessler with his
eyes. The air inside the vehicle was thin. Ronnie decide to be nosy and look
inside the glove compartment. he opened it and inside was a small framed
picture.
“That’s me
and my wife, Arlene, and our little one Maxie” Said Kessler. A metaphorical
door in Ronnie’s mind was welded shut and shackled with chains. Ronnie no
longer looked at Kessler that way from that instant. Interesting enough it made
the ride more pleasant.
Enrique sat
at the quiet dinner table. Inside his mind it was utter chaos. His mother had
prepared her usual beef stew; Enrique’s father had the same hair as him, except
he had a strong caterpillar growing above his lip. He was the one who broke the
unbearable silence.
“Enrique, I
got a call from Reverend James, he said that the officers from the club got
pulled into the police station for questioning. And that they were suspects of
the murder of… un transvesti”
Enrique was
astonished he was automatically thinking of Will, it must have been. His mind
was racing with all kinds of scenarios. He was thinking that the crusaders
must’ve killed Will, who else could it have been? But then he thought about his
blackmail and was somehow grievously relieved.
“We’re going
to his church tomorrow to hear his sermon-“ Enrique’s father was interrupted by
a knock on the door.
Kessler was standing alongside Ronnie as
Enrique opened the door. Enrique automatically recognized Ronnie.
“Enrique
Machado?”
‘Yes, that’s
me”
You mind if
I ask you a few questions” He asked as he flashed his badge. Enrique looked
back and stepped outside to close the door.
“This is
about Will, isn’t it?”
“We know
that Will was blackmailing you-“
“It wasn’t
all that much, not for me at least”
“What do you
mean?"
“It was only
100 dollars a week for him to…” Enrique stopped.
“To what?”
asked Kessler
“So that
Will would keep his secret” Blurted out Ronnie.
Enrique
looked back at his house and checked the windows.
“Look, I didn’t
have anything to do with his death, I was on my way home Thursday night, and I
wouldn’t wish anything bad on him like that”
Kessler
observed Enrique, then looked at Ronnie.
“Do you
mind?” He pulled Ronnie to the side away from Enrique. It was cold outside
Kessler wanted to it over with.
“This guy
checks out”
“What do you
mean this guy checks out? He clearly had a motive!”
“Yes, he
did. But at what cost? Look, the person who killed Will is the same person who
killed Benjamin, or Irene. What reason could this guy have for killing him?”
“Are you
kidding me? You can’t believe what this guy tells you! He’s a liar, he lies to
the crusaders about who he is, and he’s lying to everyone! You can’t trust him!”
“It’s
alright Ronnie, I don’t know I just see it in his face, that he’s telling the
truth. besides, it’s one thing living a lie and telling lies.” Ronnie looked at
Kessler’s face, it was quite resolute, he didn’t know why but the metaphorical
door started to seep cracks.
Enrique stepped
in closer to them.
“You
questioned the crusaders right?”
“That’s
right” responded Kessler.
“So you
interrogated their head?”
“Yeah Bradley
Haynes”
“No. Its
Reverend James who controls all activities within the club, Bradley is just his
poster boy”
I am amused.
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