Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“He plied her with some recreational drugs and plenty of alcoholic beverages. Shit she wasn’t used to. Aunt Angel was outside, singin’, dancin’, getting’ jiggy with it by a bonfire while my mama was inside the crib. With you. A fuckin’ monster. Aunt Angel was more than likely none the wiser. She was getting wasted her damn self. This was before her saved and sanctified days, of course. Well, you’re a creep. And you do what creepy men do. Can’t fault you for sticking by your true nature. You take advantage of the situation, right? You finally had a chance with a girl you’d been pining over for years. The only problem was, she didn’t want shit to do with you, and she had a boyfriend. Your roguish good looks and charm didn’t impress her. She wanted Harrison… the bad boy jailbird. Regardless, he was still a way better man than you.
“So, while my mama was passed out drunk and high, you carried her upstairs and had your way with her. Lucky for you, she was so out of it that she didn’t remember shit you’d done to her. But then, something happened. She woke up the next morning, at home, in her own bed, not recalling how she got to her house. She sat there in her bed with a terrible headache, trying to piece it all together. In the midst of this, she had a feelin’ she’d had sex. At least, that’s what it said on page twenty-eight. I ’spose a woman can feel that, ya know? Their body tingles, or maybe there’s a bit of pain or throbbing… Hell, I don’t know, I don’t have a pussy, but I take it that’s what would happen if she’s not used that sort of thing… or was roughed up a bit. No matter what the issue was, she knew she’d fucked someone but had a hard time recalling who. That had to have made her feel pretty fucking crummy.
“She and Harrison made up soon thereafter and you were pissed! You told Harrison that you fucked her, but no one believed you. Strangely enough, my mama did believe you, but she ain’t say nothing. She didn’t want you to know that she knew about your little confession, made to hurt her relationship with your friend, a guy you envied and actually hated. Poor Harrison. Now, here’s the kicker.”
He held up a finger and began to pace back and forth. “You and Aunt Angel were supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend at this time. Angel knew nothing about this, according to Mama’s diary. She had no idea you sexually assaulted my mama, and I believe that. Angel took your word that you were just messing around, just trying to make Harrison angry.
“Problem was that Mama ended up pregnant. Everyone felt like she was with Harrison, her man, so it must’ve been his baby, right? No one in y’all friends’ circle questioned it. Here’s the thing though about research, Uncle Bobby. I can put timelines together. I can find out all sorts of private information you would think I couldn’t. Like, for instance, incarceration dates. Old doctor appointments. Things like that. Harrison couldn’t have gotten mama pregnant. They were broken up for the umpteenth time and hadn’t been in physical contact that week. Their argument took place on the phone. The week she got pregnant, according to her due date from the doctor notes, was the same week she went to that damn party.
“Now, she played it off to save face. It was a different time in the world and she was embarrassed. Blamed herself. She was young. An adult, but young nevertheless. Here she was, pregnant with a child from a guy she hated. She said you were a loser. She said you were conceited. She said you were lazy. She said you were a creep and a bum. Once she started showin’, naturally people in the family had questions, too. She refused to say whose it was, so people just went back to assuming it was Harrison’s. By that time, she was finished with Harrison, too, because he kept gettin’ in trouble with the law, cheating on her, and drinking too much. It made sense to the family that she didn’t want to discuss it because everyone knew how bad their relationship had been.
“Harrison, though, asked my mama about it straight out, and she said the child she was pregnant with wasn’t his, so,” he shrugged, “he went on and did his prison bid, then moved on with life. But as for Mama, it was too late. You got her pregnant and she’d die before she let anyone know the truth. I guess I owe you some Father’s Day cards, huh? Isn’t there some song called, ‘My Uncle is My Father?’ You got us sounding like a fucked-up country song, man.”