The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Rising and climbing over mounds of rocks, trash and debris, Lynnette and Cloyse arrived at Hollis Estates just shy of noontime. They could have taken a bus or a cab like Cloyse had urgently insisted, but Lynnette chose to take the hard, long way, past gang territory and even the police station to reach the buildings.It was reaching noon.

The sun was full and blazing in the cloudy sky. Lynnette and Cloyse were sweaty, soaking messes to where even their clothes were drooping off of their bodies. Lynnette, with Cloyse bringing up the far rear, climbed over piles of rubble and a few old couches on her way to the very top of a brick heap to see the three shelled out hulks standing crippled and broken down before her.

Within the lonely vicinity was a dead quiet. All around all Lynnette could see was ruin, much like a war-torn section of some combat riddled neighborhood from decades earlier in a foreign country.She stood there with her arms folded and her misty eyes locked ahead of her as though she were caught up in a deadly daze.

Breathing hard, Cloyse came up behind Lynnette and said, "In my vision, I saw three buildings, but I never envisioned dey would look like dis."

"My aunt and uncle on my mother's side used to live here way back in the sixties." Lynnette continued to stare at the buildings. "I used to hate coming here because people would always be selling drugs."

"Well, we're certainly not going to accomplish anything by standing here." Cloyse remarked as he stood next to Lynnette. "We've wasted enough time just walking all de way here."

Lynnette noticed that Cloyse was moving ahead of her down the rock pile and towards the buildings, but she couldn't even take one step forward.

Cloyse stopped plodding down the mound long enough to turn around. He then sighed in agitation before ascending the pile and facing Lynnette.

"I know you are scared, but—

"But, what," Lynnette interjected. "What are you gonna tell me? To have courage? To face my fears? You've seen those things. For the past six months I've been doing everything imaginable to erase my memory of it."

"But your son," he pressed.

"You don't have to tell me about my son!" Lynnette fired back. "Do you know what it's like to look at your own son and see nothing but his father in his face? Every time I look into my child's eyes I see Isaac!"

"So what, you're just going to stand here and let dem kill your child?" Cloyse just shrugged. "Do you think me to be simple? Hell yes I am scared! I get scared every time I look one of dem in de eye! And yes...I may die in dere, but I can assure you dat I am not leaving dis world until dey come along with me! They wiped out my entire village! You cannot erase any of dat!"

Lynnette braced herself as tight as she could while trying in earnest to shove Cloyse's speech out of her head. The main road was only sixty or so yards behind her, and it appeared so luxurious in all its stained glory.

"Dat's exactly why you took so long in getting here, because of your fear!" Cloyse screwed up his already disappointed face at her. "If you will not go inside and get your son, then I shall!"

Lynnette stood and watched in dread as the man defiantly walked right by her on his way down the rubble and towards the buildings.Her legs were completely stiff to the point where just moving one of them felt as though they would break apart.

The closer Cloyse approached the buildings the more Lynnette realized that he wasn't going to stop; the man didn't even bother to look back at her on his way, he just simply trekked on along like the reluctant warrior that he had seemingly grown up to become.

With sweat drizzling down her face and her fists balled up Lynnette treaded down the mound until her feet met with solid pavement. Between both her and Cloyse was about a hundred yards, give or take. She wasn't all too concerned with catching up to him as she was about the welfare of her child.

Yes, Lynnette pondered and worried much about Isaiah; as hard as she may have wanted, the boy would not vacate her soul. All the drugs in the world couldn't erase her love for him. All the distance that she kept between her and him for the past few months was never far enough to escape Isaiah. Not once did her baby leave her thoughts, but her stuttering feet had a mind all their own.

With every step they kept on moving slower and slower, tripping over themselves every other minute before Lynnette had to actually stop.Cloyse as well stopped just short of the left building's entrance. Lynnette stood behind only a mere thirty feet and watched the man gaze all the way up the shabby structure's exterior. She then ultimately met him side by side.

"Are you sure that's he's here?" She asked with vibrating jaws.

At first the young man didn't reply, he stood with his head pointed to the sky in a trance-like state. Lynnette looked at him before slowly backing away from his side.

"What...what if he's not down here?" She whispered.

"When I was but six, for a whole week straight I had a dream of a fire dat killed seventeen people inside a slaughter house at my village." He gently uttered. "My mother and father kept telling me dat it was only a dream. Dat I liked to make up stories and fables. Den, after the week was over, dere was a fire at de slaughter house. But de fire was only a cover-up for de Bushards. All five of dem went into dat place and killed every man inside."

"And after all of dat, not one of dose old fools in dat village ever questioned de odd, little boy again." Akoni suddenly appeared from out of the middle building's entrance.

Lynnette and Cloyse both jumped at the sight of the woman. Cloyse made sure to stand right in front of Lynnette, while Lynnette began backing away from not only him, but from Akoni and her auburn eyes.

Akoni, with a smirk on her completely healed face, steadily strolled towards them both with her hands inside her pants pockets. "Do I appear different to you, my love?" Akoni asked Lynnette.

"Stay back, sorceress!" Cloyse hollered.

Akoni stopped and kept her eyes solely on Lynnette. "You fear for your own life." She peered at the woman. "I have seen dat look on people's faces more times than I can recall. Did ya tink me a dream, love, especially after what your sisters did to me?"

Lynnette held up her hands. The urge to turn and race away caused her entire body to shake. She couldn't believe that she was actually in the woman's presence, just feet away from her. In her mind was Isaac standing right beside Akoni with the same devilish, auburn eyes.

Pulling out a patch from his back pocket, Cloyse pointed at Akoni saying, "Come no closer, witch. You know what dis is."

It was as though someone were pointing a gun at her face, because Akoni steadily began backing away with her eyes opened wide.

"You know what dis is." Cloyse dared.

as you are aware dat

Lynnette tapped Cloyse on

his pouch. "Den you will

stood and held out her right hand. After about an entire minute, Cloyse grudgingly handed the pouch

the pouch into her back pocket, Akoni asked, "You came all de way here for

balled up his fists. "You know why I am here." He

studied both pathetic individuals before turning and heading straight for the

"You will follow me!" She said

followed in behind Akoni through a carved out section of a

throughout what was once the lobby area. The floor was soaking wet with smelly, rust colored water while some of the mailboxes that were attached to the walls were open to reveal dead rats and

frazzled eyes captured everything in a rapid motion. Not one detail did she overlook. The smell of the building was beyond putrid; the odor was an amalgam of bodily wastes

before coming to the stairwell. So badly she wanted to turn and run away, but knowing that Isaiah could be within arm's reach compelled the

and Lynnette with her strange eyes and a stale frown on her face. Lynnette's hands slid across the chipped paint of the bannisters as she tried her

are we going?"

"Time will reveal much." Akoni replied without looking back. "If you try to attack me, my brother hears much

son

answer; she kept on ascending

her head up and down and from side to side trying to figure out just where the

sight of a glowing,

that?" Lynnette jolted.

"Be silent." Cloyse whispered with an index finger against

of her.The voices, however, became louder the higher they climbed before Akoni finally stopped at the eighth floor and ventured down the ominously dim hallway. It was ominous for the fact that while the rest of the building just happened to be bathed in afternoon sunlight, the eighth floor looked as if sunset

another before coming to a complete stop at a door labeled 207. The woman then simply twisted the rickety knob and pushed open the door.Inside the apartment was a calm brightness. The blinds were shut

that were covering three large lumps. Lynnette's body was shaking so much that she couldn't even hold herself in place. Her eyes were witnessing a malevolence that only made her wish that the drugs she had been abusing for the past few months had all but finished her off completely. She wanted to break

a right hand motioning to the floor where the sheets were lying, Akoni said, "You will forgive brother and

"Where is her child?"

"Your boisterous tone knows no boundary, does it?" Arthur, with Isaiah coddled in his arms,

cried for his mother, but Lynnette remained in place, seemingly

she is terrified beyond words." Akoni

tried to restrain Isaiah. "Do

least one step forward only seemed to send a piercing tingle

come see your boy." Arthur motioned for Lynnette

"Let her and her child go!" Cloyse stepped in.

underneath his armpit. "Please,

Arthur took the baby and slammed him down onto a couch. The very second the boy tried to get up, Arthur turned and growled at him, which in turn caused Isaiah to jump

have you all here, let us commence

before us, Cloyse Hoyton of Negril." Akoni presented. "He, along wit de rest of his village idiots have hunted us down for years.

my Isaac," Arthur proudly rubbed his hands. "But he did not

"He was only my boyfriend!"

you two were to be

no, that was never the

to dem, Lynnette, dey know all." Cloyse held her

Did he regale you wit our family

Now, free her and her son...and I

other for a moment or two

the naked eye the object was small and odd shaped,

that startling fact.Clutching his chest, Cloyse yelled at Arthur, "Slaver! You are a

and watched as Cloyse began to rush at Arthur only

Cloyse wrestled and tussled while being restrained by the woman whose body looked

will go to hell!" Cloyse

and a cheesy smirk on his face, Arthur remarked, "Hell? You

finally relenting and resting his body on the floor with his eyes pointing

one tries to resist." Arthur said to Lynnette. "Isaac tried dat night to resist our master, but he failed, hence, why you and your bastard are

"You and her are all dat is left," Cloyse spat on the floor. "Your father, mother and

down saying, "You came all dis way

now, shit grinder." Akoni snarled before taking her clawed right hand and digging

out loud in pain while Lynnette bawled and cried to her knees. All she could see was the man writhing in agony as Akoni used her