ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am married with a son and daughter. I work part time as a monitor for school transportation. My husband is the house parent and one of the inspirations for this story. After losing friends and family members to drug addiction, it is our wish that stories like this one will cause at least one person to stop using and turn their life around. [December 2005]
The Child May Kay Difference
Life was good for Keeshla Collins and her sons, 23 year old Isaac and 20 year old Booker. These young men were both 6 ft tall, chubby, and muscular. Their big brown eyes and big wide grins could charm anyone. When they were angry, they could frighten everyone but 5 ft tall Keeshla. Looking at her, it was easy to see that her sons received their good looks from her. Keeshla recently quit her part time job at the post office, after 5 years, because, with her sons now in charge of the family business, they were doing quite well. Keeshla, however, was also worried. When she began working the family business, she swore to retire after buying a house. Well, the 3 of them had now been living and running the business in their beautiful, two story home on fancy Radcliff Hill Road, for years. Yet, Keeshla was worried!
When the boys were younger, she struggled to raise them alone, working any job she could get. Neither of their fathers stayed around for long. It seems they just didn't want to be tied down. She raised the boys to be tough and to take care of each other, and she was successful. Isaac was strong, arrogant, and a bully, and Booker idolized his big brother. They were both bullying, troublesome boys, in need of male supervision. Once Keeshla opened her own business, as a part time drug dealer, the boys received better supervision from her. Now, with the help of others in the same business, Isaac and Booker were two of the best salesmen and collectors in the area.
In the evenings, sometimes in the wee hours of the night, the 3 of them would be in Keeshla's room, weighing, measuring, and packaging cocaine and pot. While Keeshla counted the money, she would try to advise them. "There's always a sucker or loser who will pay for this junk, so there's never a need to sell to children. Always be calm, and respectful. You never know who might be watching. Don't cause any trouble, and there won't be any trouble," she cautioned. Booker and Isaac understood what she meant, however, they sold drugs to anyone who could afford them. They hung around the schools, parks, and playgrounds, selling to anyone. Keeshla had customers at work and on the routes where she delivered the mail. Yes, the family drug business was very good. After 8 successful years, the boys were grown, living with Keeshla and working from home, making their money.
One of Isaac's favorite customers was a young woman with a 9 year old daughter. The child hated Isaac, because whenever her mother made up her mind to stop using drugs, Isaac was always on hand to make her start up again. One day, this young woman stole some money and coke from Isaac as he lay sleeping on her couch. When he awoke and sat in his car counting his money, he realized what had happened. Isaac, a powerfully built man, returned to her apartment, with blood in his eyes. He beat the woman to death in front of her own daughter. As he stood counting his money, and pocketing the drugs, the child cradled her mother's bloody head in her lap and, glared at Isaac. "If it's the last thing I do," she screamed at him, with tears running down her dark brown cheeks, "I'll get you for this!" Isaac stopped counting. He stared at the little girl and said, in a calm voice, "I honestly believe you will." As his big lips parted in a smile, revealing gleaming white teeth, Isaac pulled out a small pistol and shot her, 3 times in the head, killing her instantly. Then he left. No witnesses were found.
A month passed since the death of the mother and child. At first, Isaac seemed okay. Soon, he became irritable. He swore he was being followed by a child. He described her as short, slender, with 2 long, black pigtails, halfway down her back. Her eyes were as black as coals with a burning glare only he could feel in his bones. He was the only one who saw her. Soon, she began haunting his dreams. Many nights, he awoke, screaming, "LEAVE ME ALONE, SYREETA!" Syreeta was the name of the child, he murdered. He saw her everywhere. He became distracted, unable to do business. He even began using drugs to calm his nerves.
One night, as Booker and his mother were discussing what to do about him, they were summoned to his room by screams of, "GET AWAY FROM ME, GET OUT!" Cautiously entering the room, they saw Isaac crouching against his headboard, screaming that Syreeta was reaching for him with long, bloody fingernails. Booker tried to restrain his brother while Keeshla dialed 911. Suddenly, Isaac's body went stiff, his eyes rolled, showing only the whites. When his body finally relaxed, Isaac was dead. There was a loud cackling sound, like that of a witch laughing. The room slowly turned cold and a bright light appeared at the foot of Isaac's bed. There was a terrible smell of rotting flesh in the air. The little girl appeared in the bright light. First came the long pigtails, then the coal black, burning eyes, the evil looking grin and a little brown face with peeling skin. As her blood red colored dress appeared, she said, in a childlike voice, "Well, Keeshla, maybe I'll come for you next, and Booker can watch, then die, just like I did. HAHAHA!" Pointing a long bloody finger at them, she disappeared.
A week after Isaac's funeral, Booker said to his mother, "Ma, I want us to sell the house and start over, somewhere else." Keeshla, who never could bring herself to reenter Isaac's room, readily agreed. They moved far north where, after getting his GED, Booker settled down and the two of them got their lives together.
One night, around Christmas time, Syreeta appeared, briefly, at the foot of Keeshla's bed. This time she appeared as a pretty little girl with chocolate brown skin and long black pigtails. This time, she was wearing a pretty floral dress. "Merry Christmas," she said, cheerfully, "I'll make you a present of leaving you alone as long as you leave drugs alone." This time Keeshla wasn't worried as she said, "Okay by me." Keeshla and Syreeta turned toward the sound of a female voice calling out, "Come along, Syreeta." When the child turned back to Keeshla, her eyes were fiery red, her lips twisted in an evil grin, as she said to Keeshla, "Don't let me have to come back to see you."
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