Luther, You've got to be the unluckiest bastard in the world, Packard said
to Luther as they sat in Packard's white Lexes outside of Big Daddy's Exotic Dance
Club. One month had come to pass since Luther ran off the road during
the snowstorm. There's a bad foodoo root on you, just like that one
that was on your mother. Unexplainable shit happened to her all the time,
bad luck. She always had bad fucking luck. She was a damn jinx.
To be honest, because of her almost did twenty five years. That's
why I had to drop that bitch. I didn't need people like her around
me. Sound, Luther, I'm going to have mercy on you and let
you go. All I want you to do is disappear, just like you
did before. Don't come around me or come into my club. If I
ever see your face again, even if just by accident, I'm going to
shoot to kill just like that. Luther snapped his fingers. No apology for
stressing me out or for making me fuck up the good life that I had.
Luther was snapped off and losing his mind. None of your fucked up
decisions on my fault, boy, Packard spoke with an emptiness in his voice.
I'm not the reason everything has gone wrong in your life. You need
to ask your mama about that. You and her share a common bond.
That's rather bizarre. Weave my mother out of this, Packard, Luther snarled,
Fine, we don't have to bring her into this. But Luther,
you've got some bad karma. You took the life of that state trooper's daughter,
and then he turned around and risked his own life to save your son.
That's some freaky shit. That state trooper has been searching high and loaf
for you and doesn't even realize that you were right in front of his face
on more than one occasion. You've got some unnatural shit living over your head,
boy, and I don't want to be near you when it comes booming
down. Now get the hell out of my calm before I kill you,
Packard spoke through gritted teeth. Luther got out of Packard's car, but still
had a few things he needed to get off of his chest. You fucked
up my life, Packard, and I don't appreciate that shit. Luther felt
himself teetering on the edge of madness. Luther felt as if his mind was
on overload and that he was on the brink of a major meltdown. I
should fuck you up, packer, Luther shouted as he threw a punch at
Packard. Lutheror missed. Oh you think I'm bullshitting you? You think I'm
solved. Packard quickly got out of the car with his loaded revolver. Luther
got scared and immediately turned and sprinted away as fast as he could. Packard
fired several shots, missing Luther hitting cars and trees instead. What are you
running for? There's no need to get scared now, Packard shouted. Luther
didn't stop running until he was several blocks away. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Luther beat himself up over foolishly trying to hit Packard. He calmed himself
down as best he could, and then continued on his way. Luther stopped
near a flower shop and purchased a dozen roses for Carmen. He wanted to
make everything up to her. He wanted to get things back to the way
they were. He wanted to be with her and only her. She was
the love of his life and he'd broken her heart. But he knew that
he could fix her bruised emotions. Now that Packard was out of his life,
he wanted to continue with their plans. Luther wanted to get to know
his son and learn how to be a father. He knew that Carmen could
teach him how, and he was now in a better position. When Luther
returned home from meeting with Packard, there were two large suitcases at the front
door, god Count Carmen. Luther called out her name, but got no
answer. He heard Nicholas begin to cry, so he walked toward the bedroom,
where he found Carmen changing Nicholas's diaper. Luther stood and watched without saying
a word. When Carmen was done, she snuggled up next to Nicholas and
began to breastfeed him. Ever since the accident, Carmen had become disillusioned with
Luther and their relationship. She had kicked him out of the bedroom and refused
to do anything for him. She only communicated with him when absolutely necessary,
and even then she only spoke to him as she was walking away. I
bought you some flowers, Luther said, hoping she'd open up there red roses.
Luther set them on the bed. I was I was thinking we could
take us a mini vacation someplace, you know, once I got a job
and and and everything, a real job. I mean, I'm not selling
drugs no more. I've stopped. I'm never going to get involved with that
stuff again. Baby, I promise, I'm going to find a new job
and go back to school and do all of those things, Lither said with
sincerity in his heart and his voice. Carmen refused to acknowledge what he was
saying. He was starting to sound like a CD that kept skipping on the
same lyrics. Carmen, I know I've messed up, but I promise.
I promise from now on, everything will be just fine. Everything will be
like it was. I'll stop being so evil to You'll stop treating my son
so bad. Lither. Carmen finally broke her silence. Affect your shit,
Now get out. I don't care where the fuck you go. I just
want you out of the house and out of my life. Baby, Why
Luther, you abandoned me and Nicholas on a frozen lake. You acted as
if you couldn't have cared less if we lived or died. Plus, you're
a motherfucking drug dealer and that's just unacceptable. Carmen's heart was blazing with hatred
and contempt for Luther. No, no, no, that's not true,
Luther said, rushing his words. Of course I cared, I I Luther,
stop lying. You never even wanted our son, You never wanted children.
It's okay. I'm going to make it just like thousands of other single
moms out there. Look, baby, I was rolled for what I did.
It was an accident, and accidents have all the time. You and
Nicholas are the loves of my life, and I'm going to make this up
to you. I can't live without you. Know you know that. Luther
tried to caress Carmen, but she immediately swatted his hand away. Luther,
Carmen glared at him with utter disgust. The sight of him repulsed her.
If you don't leave, I will call the police and have you escorted out
of my condo. Your name isn't on the mortgage, nor will it ever
be come and you don't say that we can work we can work through this.
Luther began get out. Carmen barked at him. You can go straight
to hell for all I care comment. Be careful what you say to me.
Luther was now suddenly angry with her. Get your whining bitch ass out
of my motherfucking house, Luther. Carmen didn't hold back. Your shit is
packed and at the front door. Carmen's words plunged into Luther's heart with the
precision of a samurai sword. She stared angrily in his eyes so that he
understood she meant every word she just said. Carmen turned her back on him
and then fixed her clothing. Because Nicholas had finished with his feeding, get
out, she howled again, Nicholas, and I don't want you Luther.
Luther was stunned, dazed, hurt, and emotionally tattered. He left the
room, trying to puzzle together a way to make up. He wanted and
needed Carmen. He couldn't go back to being homeless. He couldn't return to
wandering the streets like a vagrant. There was no one he could turn to.
He had no family or friends whom he could lean on at a time
like this. He didn't have a job and had a limited amount of money
in the bank. Without the love of Carmen and the support of her,
Luther had absolutely nothing. Luther wandered into the dining room and sat at the
table, rapidly going out of his mind. He sat and talked to himself.
When he got tired, he got up and paced the floor. He
was under a tremendous amount of duress, and his mind jumped wildly from one
thought to another. His mind was beginning to split and crack into mental uncertainty.
Finally, something happened. He had a revelation. That's it, that's
what she wants, he said aloud. I'm going to give her what she
wants. She wants me to suffer. Luther re entered the bedroom where Carmen
was resting. He had liner fluid from the barbecue grille and began squirting the
liquid on the walls and the furniture in the room. The strong odor of
the accelerant caused Karmen to spring up quickly. She saw Luther standing at the
foot of the bed about to strike a match. I know what you owe
carbon. Luther's body was twitching and jerking. Luther, what are you doing?
You? You you whoa whoa whoa me suffer? Don't you You want
to see me in pain? That's why you want me to go to hell?
Luther struck the match. Well, I can't go I can't go to
hell by myself. You and Nicholas to come with me. Luther then tossed
the match against the wall, which quickly ignited. Carmon's eyes drew back wide
with horror. She gasped in disbelief at the fire raging before her eyes.
She panicked as a wave of red flames and black smoke rolled up the wall
and blanketed the bedroom ceiling. The toxins from the wall paint began burning her
eyes. You wanna see, Luther was shouting. Watch. Luther stuck his
arm in the middle of a flame and screamed as it charred his skin.
Luther pulled his arm out of the flames. Is that enough? Luther was
crying, Oh, do not love you? Over The black smoke was quickly
choking all of the oxygen out of the room. Carmon's eyes burned like sticks
of wood in a campfire. Nicholas began wheeling at the of his lungs.
Carmen grabbed Nicholas and tumbled down to the floor, where she began coughing violently.
The flames were raging now and made a hideous sound as they began consuming
everything. She grabbed a pillow off the bed. She removed the pillow case
to cover Nicholas's nose and mouth. She scooped up Nicholas in one arm and
crawled on her knees over to the bedroom window and pushed it open. She
knew she needed to act swiftly. The sudden burst of oxygen would give added
energy to the flames. At that instant she realized what she needed to do.
She began feeling dizzy, disoriented, and weak. She heard Luther cry
out, Oh enough, yet, he howled, I will now he cl
Luther had gone mad. Carmen summoned the strength she k needed and leaped out
of the window, with Nicholas clutched in her arms. She fell a short
distance down the side of the building and into snow covered bushes below. She
stood up and hobbled away from the building, coughing and hacking up black soot
from her lungs. Nicholas, are you okay? Carmen pulled him away from
her and checked him over for burn marks. His screams were loud, and
Carmen hugged him tightly to keep him warm. A moment later, she saw
Luther fog and land safely into the bushes. Then she rushed away toward the
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