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Chapter 28: Pride and Deception to the Father of Lies.
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On an alleyway, outside, right in opposition to the street, Troy and Honey stood staring dead straight at a pizza place, which was somewhat half empty.
"You good?" Troy asked, not even turning to Honey, who smiled beside him before she started walking away. "Okay, call me when you're done—"
He didn't know if she even heard his words; she just walked forward and entered the restaurant before he could fully finish.
Then he took out his phone, bit his teeth at the price he had to pay for a taxi. Honey's mother suggested they meet in Sequim, which was the closest destination relevant to where she lived.
So Troy turned and started walking. He didn't even have a destination; he just wanted to drain the couple of seconds Honey would take speaking to her.
"Ay, handsome!" An old woman yelled from one of the many food stalls stationed beside the road. "Come buy some crab and salmon. It's the best in the world!"
Troy nearly refuted her request, but he had nothing to do, so he approached.
"There you go." A large smile embraced the old woman's face the more Troy neared. "What do you want? Crab or salmon?"
Troy lowered a glance at the raw food below her. It was appealing, to say the least. "Both."
"Haha, Jerry!" The old woman turned behind her. "We got a customer, bring the deep-fryer!"
Regret flooded Troy's eyes the moment Jerry exited from the backroom, his hands pushing forward a large metal tub of a homemade deep fryer, with the oil within it being something most would swear was made for a car's engine.
"Is that safe?" Troy asked without restraint.
"Oh, shut up, you thwart!" Jerry shot back with a Jamaican accent, wiping his face after plugging the deep fryer in. "Dis is spice, yeah, spice I say."
Jerry plugged it in, and in less than moments, the oil started boiling.
"You know what, I'm kind of feeling McDonald's. How much is this again? I'll pay—"
"I say shut up before I slam you in de head." Jerry turned, grabbed a tray filled with both Salmon and crab, then shoved it into the oil, as it erupted the moment he inserted it. "Mommy, give this fool a sample fa de oxtail you made last supper, no."
The old woman appeared from nowhere in seconds, holding up a fork that had oxtail meat hanging from its edge.
"Eat," she said, smiling gracefully.
Troy just shook his head, sighing at the sight of her completely yellow teeth, then grabbed the fork and ate, with her watching his every movement like a witness.
He expected the feeling of disgust, but all he received was pure tenderness and an explosion of spices and flavor. It made his mouth water from within.
"Shit," Troy whispered after swallowing; he didn't expect it.
The old woman turned, with her arms tightening on the sides of her saggy breasts. "Is it good, handsome?"
"Af course it's good, Mommy," Jerry didn't even wait for Troy to speak. "Look at him, his mouth fi orgasm like pam pam!"
And maybe that's when Troy finally realised that not all skin revealed the true essence of soul.
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{ELSEWHERE}
"He's been worried about you." A woman, who appeared to be in her late 60s, said. Eyes turned to Honey, who was staring daggers at her. "His—"
"In prison." Honey finished her sentence.
"Mara, he's your father." The woman said, lips uttering a name Honey had long since abandoned.
"It's Honey." Honey swallowed, breath hitching higher by the minute. "Did you believe him?"
The question rang loudest, its linger carrying a foreign scent, one so strong that the pizza slices below them felt dull and incomplete.
The woman's plate was nearly empty, evidence that she had been eating what she had ordered, while Honey's plate was mostly untouched, with the pizza on its dish turning dry and losing warmth.
"I…" The woman couldn't even bring herself to lie; her pride stretched too deep.
"Every day, he beat me." Honey's words continued over hers. "Every time he drank, every night—"
"Ma–Honey!" The woman's pretence was shaking.
"What?" Honey's face shifted as tears began forming on the edges of her eyes.
The woman's eyes turned downward from her. "He's still your father—"
"He almost raped me!" Honey's voice ripped like thunder. But even then, no strand of emotion leaked on the woman's face. She was just null and void, as though Honey's words were nothing but meaningless.
"You still believe him, don't you?" Honey's question was followed by nothing but silence. So, she stood up, ready to leave.
But the woman's face finally raised, this time unseen by Honey, interchanging between dread and weakness.
"Honey!"
Honey halted at her voice, with her eyes still turned to the exit, unashamed of all who sat watching from their seats.
"He's dying." The woman's words felt like a knife meeting heart. "He has cancer… He needs a donor for a marrow transplant."
How dare she utter those words of filth? What kind of mother failed to see the effects of wickedness?
Honey didn't even turn toward her; she didn't even dare to give the comfort of a whisper. "Good."
Then she left, walking out the door, as the woman began weeping in her seat.
How far would one go for the cleanliness of skin, or maybe, for love eternal?
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{ELSEWHERE} {VERY CLOSE}
"I didn't call you," Honey said with a smile, as Troy handed her a bag of food. "What's this?"
"What else but Momma's world-famous Ox-Tail?" Troy tried mimicking a Jamaican accent, but he failed miserably.
Honey giggled beside him while opening the food pack. And she frowned from the darkness of the grease.
"Trust, that's safe, aight?" Troy said, and Honey laughed when he took a piece, ate it, only to cough from the sheer intensity of the spice.
They lied to him; what he was eating wasn't the same as the sample.
Troy was deceived.
And from that moment, he swore to never let it happen again. But in the near future, his deception was inevitable.
He underestimated what they were, because much like him, they were all Monsters.
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