Chapter 3
It was an unusually warm and sunny day in April. Birds were chirping outside, people were walking their dogs; it was the kind of day that just made people feel good. Bernice woke up to the soft kisses of the suns rays on his face at around 12:30pm that morning. He got out of bed, put on his boxers, and went to the kitchen for some sweet O.J. He noticed his roommate, Drake, had already gone out for the day. Bernice walked over to the window and looked outside at the beauty the sunshine created; still, Bernice did not feel good about today; he knew what today was, what he had to do. He downed the rest of his O.J., walked over to the stereo, set the station to 93.5, jacked the volume and then headed into the bathroom.
He went in to the bathroom, turned on the shower, dropped his boxers and stepped into the bathtub. He just stood there for a while; letting the water from the showerhead hit his face and trickle down the rest of his body. He finally put some soap on his cloth and began to clean his body.
Bernice got out of the shower, wiped the condensation off the mirror, looked at the light scruff that had been developing on his face, and decided he just wasn’t in the mood to line it up today. He wrapped his towel around his waist, and went into his room to get dressed. He came back into the bathroom to brush his teeth, he put on his fangs, then he went into the living room to grab his H&M jacket and his skateboard, then he was out the door.
The elevator doors opened, and Bernice stepped out.
“Morning Tom.”
“Oh Hey, Morning Bernie… Hey Bernie those two big guys came ‘round here again last night, ‘round 9pm, I told them you wasn’t here.”
“Thanks man.”
Tom was probably in his late 50’s. Typical superintendant look; gray hair, round stomach, out-dated button-up shirt tucked lazily into a pair of worn-out denim’s, and an accent that no one could quite place. He lived in the first apartment to the left with his wife, Linda. Tom was an all-around nice guy.
“Uh, Bernie, could I step out of line for a second?” Tom asked as Bernice was at the door.
“That depends, Tom.” Bernie was slowly easing the door open.
“What exactly is your relation to those two meat-heads who keep –“
“Not today, Tom. I gotta go.” He was out the door.
Just as Bernice got to the crosswalk, he felt a vibration at his side. His cell phone.
“Shit.” He said under his breath.
He checked the caller ID. It was only a text message.
2:15pm
Don Mills Park
@the spot
DON’T be late.
He closed the text message and checked the time, 1:57pm.
“SHIT!” Bernice started jogging towards Spadina Station.
He got off the train at Don Mills Station and moved past the crowd as fast as he could. He got upstairs just in time to catch the 25 Don Mills bus Southbound. He sat down in an empty seat and pulled out his cell phone, 2:20pm. Bernice began to panic.
“Next stop, Don Mills Park, west side stop.” He pulled the stop request, and got off.
Bernice got to the spot. No one was there.
“Yo Slash!” Nothing. “Damn.” He heard a beep from his cell phone. He took it out. 7 missed calls. Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash. All from Slash. “Shit man!” He pressed call back. He heard a familiar ringtone behind him. Before he could turn around, there was a sharp pain at the back of his head.
He turned around quickly, stumbling a little from the force of the blow to his head, he began swinging his fists with everything he had, not even knowing who he was swinging at. A hit to the gut and Bernice was down. Someone came and lifted him aggressively, keeping Bernice’s hands tight behind his back.
“I told you not to fuck around with me little Bernie.” A figure came out of the shadows of the trees and emerged through the men surrounding Bernice.
He wore jeans, a black Lacoste hoodie, and a black tuque with his braids freshly done underneath. He had a scar leading from below his eyebrow to the beginning of his cheek.
“Slash.” Bernice whispered under his breath.
“Ha-ha. Look what happens when young brothas like you don’t listen to the wise and experienced.”
Slash laughed to himself knowing that he could do and say whatever he wanted.
“I said I’d get it to you Slash. You know I will. I just need a little extra time.” Bernice said, trying to sound as sincere as possible.
“Let this fool go boys.” The Brass Boys let him go. “I’m watching you Bernice. You’d better know I’m watching you. And I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to start getting others involved over your stupid mistakes.” He laughed to himself again.
The Brass Boys shoved Bernice into the bushes forcefully, and spat beside where he lay. Bernice didn’t even bother trying to get up, his mind and his body were too exhausted.
Slash and the Brass Boys all walked away laughing. Bernice lifted his head and looked around to see if anyone had seen what had just happened. There was no one in sight. He picked up his fitted, which had fallen off, and brushed off the Cincinnati ‘C’.
“Damn, these guys really got me,” he got up and brushed off his pants, and his Creative Recreation shoes. He lifted his hand, and felt the gash on the back of his head.
“Damn!”
He reached in his pocket for his phone. He needed to make a few phone calls; but he couldn’t feel his phone.
“Shit! Can anything get worse? Where the hell is my phone?”
The bush. He thought to himself. “Friggin bastards.” He crouched down and started feeling through the bushes. It could have bounced out of his pocket and landed further down, so he moved along. He finally found it. He got up, took one step and tripped on a vine. He fell through the bushes and onto the parks path, where he was greeted by a push from behind. He turned around and as he was about to say something, he looked down … and saw her.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
His eyes sparkled in the dusk’s sunlight, his figure was so divine, his skin was smoothly coated with chocolate and a pinch of brown sugar, his hair perfectly escaping the constraint of his fitted cap. Just the way she liked them. But this one was different, everything about him made Tynae's soul roar. He broke the silence,
“You good?”
He helped her up from the ground, lifted her so effortlessly, she fell into a trance where she was mesmerized by his strength and his captivating smile. She stood, trying to keep her balance. He had her weak in every way possible.
She gathered her composure, hoping that he hadn’t noticed her instability.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“Don’t worry about nothing”, he said looking around, “Nobody saw.”
His words were like hot tea in an empty stomach, they filled her with such warmth, and his smile, his smile had a sparkle to it as the sun shone right onto his gold fang making it even more enticing. She stared at his lips as he spoke. His lips were the perfect size and shape to satisfy her every need.
“Thanks”, she said shyly, brushing the dirt off her bum, “I guess you mean no one but you, which is just as…”
“Yeah, but I’m no one special.” He said with such modesty as he cut her off.Tyeaze stared at him with such hungry and curious eyes, wanting to know so much more about this incredible stranger. Where did he come from? She thought to herself. There was no one behind me, so where could he have appeared from?
“The bushes.” She said aloud.
“What?”
“The bushes? Was that you in the bushes?”
“Oh … Yeah,” he said timidly, “that was me; I dropped my phone, my Frontkick, so I was just looking for it.”
“Hah, turns out I’m not the only one that has been embarrassed.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t fall flat on my --,” he said, failing to hold in his laughter.
“It’s that funny, huh? Well at least I wasn’t playing peek-a-boo with the squirrels.”
They laughed together and then there was an awkward silence. He could not help noticing every tasteful curve that her body created. Her almond shaped brown eyes that hid behind her glasses, her breasts were perfect handfuls, and Michael Angelo must have sculpted her body because it was flawless. Her skin was cocoa butter soft, her complexion was the sweetest shade of brown, and he was yearning for her lips; he could almost taste them on his.
Her smile, her smile was the most radiant thing he had ever seen. Suddenly he felt lightheaded, and warm, she spoke.
“Anyways, I was on my way into the city, I guess I’ll get back to it.”
“Oh yeah, sorry to keep you. If you live around here, I might see you. I’ve got some business around here, so I’ll be around a lot.”
“Alright, maybe I will.” She wanted so bad to say hopefully, hopefully I will.
They both smiled.
“Alright, see you around then.” He said, turning slowly to walk away.
They exchanged smiles once more and slowly went on their own paths, almost as if hesitating to leave each others sight. Tyeaze turned around and said:
“I don’t think I got your name, stranger.”
“I was about to say the same to you. It’s Bernice, Bernie for short. What’s yours madame?”
“It’s Tynae. And I don’t have one of those for short.”
“What about … Ty? It’s short, sweet, and simple.”
“I like it.” She smiled.
Her smile warmed him again, but this time he was on fire, it was nothing he had ever felt before. He wished Tynae hadn’t been so beautiful and spoke so well, because she had no idea what he was getting her into if anyone had seen them speaking.
Bernice’s vision began to blur, he felt the back of his head. He looked at it. It was soaking. His hand dropped to his side. Tynae saw the blood. He lost balance and fell to the ground.
His eyes sparkled in the dusk’s sunlight, his figure was so divine, his skin was smoothly coated with chocolate and a pinch of brown sugar, his hair perfectly escaping the constraint of his fitted cap. Just the way she liked them. But this one was different, everything about him made Tynae's soul roar. He broke the silence,
“You good?”
He helped her up from the ground, lifted her so effortlessly, she fell into a trance where she was mesmerized by his strength and his captivating smile. She stood, trying to keep her balance. He had her weak in every way possible.
She gathered her composure, hoping that he hadn’t noticed her instability.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“Don’t worry about nothing”, he said looking around, “Nobody saw.”
His words were like hot tea in an empty stomach, they filled her with such warmth, and his smile, his smile had a sparkle to it as the sun shone right onto his gold fang making it even more enticing. She stared at his lips as he spoke. His lips were the perfect size and shape to satisfy her every need.
“Thanks”, she said shyly, brushing the dirt off her bum, “I guess you mean no one but you, which is just as…”
“Yeah, but I’m no one special.” He said with such modesty as he cut her off.Tyeaze stared at him with such hungry and curious eyes, wanting to know so much more about this incredible stranger. Where did he come from? She thought to herself. There was no one behind me, so where could he have appeared from?
“The bushes.” She said aloud.
“What?”
“The bushes? Was that you in the bushes?”
“Oh … Yeah,” he said timidly, “that was me; I dropped my phone, my Frontkick, so I was just looking for it.”
“Hah, turns out I’m not the only one that has been embarrassed.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t fall flat on my --,” he said, failing to hold in his laughter.
“It’s that funny, huh? Well at least I wasn’t playing peek-a-boo with the squirrels.”
They laughed together and then there was an awkward silence. He could not help noticing every tasteful curve that her body created. Her almond shaped brown eyes that hid behind her glasses, her breasts were perfect handfuls, and Michael Angelo must have sculpted her body because it was flawless. Her skin was cocoa butter soft, her complexion was the sweetest shade of brown, and he was yearning for her lips; he could almost taste them on his.
Her smile, her smile was the most radiant thing he had ever seen. Suddenly he felt lightheaded, and warm, she spoke.
“Anyways, I was on my way into the city, I guess I’ll get back to it.”
“Oh yeah, sorry to keep you. If you live around here, I might see you. I’ve got some business around here, so I’ll be around a lot.”
“Alright, maybe I will.” She wanted so bad to say hopefully, hopefully I will.
They both smiled.
“Alright, see you around then.” He said, turning slowly to walk away.
They exchanged smiles once more and slowly went on their own paths, almost as if hesitating to leave each others sight. Tyeaze turned around and said:
“I don’t think I got your name, stranger.”
“I was about to say the same to you. It’s Bernice, Bernie for short. What’s yours madame?”
“It’s Tynae. And I don’t have one of those for short.”
“What about … Ty? It’s short, sweet, and simple.”
“I like it.” She smiled.
Her smile warmed him again, but this time he was on fire, it was nothing he had ever felt before. He wished Tynae hadn’t been so beautiful and spoke so well, because she had no idea what he was getting her into if anyone had seen them speaking.
Bernice’s vision began to blur, he felt the back of his head. He looked at it. It was soaking. His hand dropped to his side. Tynae saw the blood. He lost balance and fell to the ground.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Tynae could not stop thinking about Ajax. It was where she grew up. She had friends and family still living there. Toronto wasn't that bad, but the memories she had in Ajax wouldn't leave her mind. She started wondering what life would be like if she still lived in Ajax; she loved the diversity, and the culture explosion was what excited her the most. One day when she was done work at the Cereal Factory her parents owned, she decided to take a walk to think about whether or not she was truly happy living in Toronto.
It was a truly beautiful day. Warmer then she had expected for a day in early April. She crossed the street at the York Mills, and Don Mills intersection and walked down the hill leading into Don Mills Park. Walking along, she heard a noise coming from the bushes behind her, but she ignored it. She continued her walk, but she heard the noise again, louder, and closer … she stopped. Tynae didn’t know what to do. She took one-step towards the bush, and leaned in a little to try to see what it was. She was about to take another step closer when she thought to herself, I know better then to move towards a strange noise. I’ve watched enough scary movies to know that the idiots who follow the noise die, or get someone else killed.
Tynae turned around and continued walking. Just when she thought the noise had gone away, she heard it again. This time it was much louder, it sounded like it was coming from right behind her … she turned around. Nothing. Tynae got frustrated and turned back around quickly, she bumped into something and fell hard on the ground. She brushed her hands off on her jeans and then she looked up to see what it was she bumped in to … she saw him.
Tynae could not stop thinking about Ajax. It was where she grew up. She had friends and family still living there. Toronto wasn't that bad, but the memories she had in Ajax wouldn't leave her mind. She started wondering what life would be like if she still lived in Ajax; she loved the diversity, and the culture explosion was what excited her the most. One day when she was done work at the Cereal Factory her parents owned, she decided to take a walk to think about whether or not she was truly happy living in Toronto.
It was a truly beautiful day. Warmer then she had expected for a day in early April. She crossed the street at the York Mills, and Don Mills intersection and walked down the hill leading into Don Mills Park. Walking along, she heard a noise coming from the bushes behind her, but she ignored it. She continued her walk, but she heard the noise again, louder, and closer … she stopped. Tynae didn’t know what to do. She took one-step towards the bush, and leaned in a little to try to see what it was. She was about to take another step closer when she thought to herself, I know better then to move towards a strange noise. I’ve watched enough scary movies to know that the idiots who follow the noise die, or get someone else killed.
Tynae turned around and continued walking. Just when she thought the noise had gone away, she heard it again. This time it was much louder, it sounded like it was coming from right behind her … she turned around. Nothing. Tynae got frustrated and turned back around quickly, she bumped into something and fell hard on the ground. She brushed her hands off on her jeans and then she looked up to see what it was she bumped in to … she saw him.
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