Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) by BlaQue

killing the very
people who had destroyed his fairytale.
    Weeks of planning had gone into how it would
be done. Donald snuck into his parent’s home when he knew their
tired, old asses would be asleep. He crept into their room where
they slept in two separate beds like the old fashion biddies they
were. He swung the metal bat against his mother’s head first,
causing a sickening thump that sounded like a watermelon being
dropped from five stories down to the pavement. She never even knew
what was happening. She was dead before she could fully wake.
Donald’s father stirred from the commotion, and could barely sit up
before his son descended upon him.
    “You no good son of a bitch. You took my
whole world from me because you can’t accept people. So you see
your dead wife over there? You will be joining her in hell. Donald
had taken hold of his father around the throat and forced him to
look at his dead wife’s bloody, battered body. Her head was a heap
of mush, and the elder Gatsby couldn’t bear to look at her.
    “Look at her mother fucker!” Donald
screamed. “Do you know what it felt like to walk in on your dead
wife’s body? Well, I guess now you can know what it feels like!”
His father sobbed his wife’s name over and over again.
    “Oh, GiGi. What have I done to you? Oh,
GiGi, please forgive me.” He cried.
    “Oh, you want that dead bitch to forgive
you? What about me? How about you beg for my forgiveness?” Gatsby
said as he released his grip from around his father’s neck. He
pushed him back into a laying position on the bed and ripped away
his pajama bottoms.
    “Do you know what it’s like to be violated?”
He flipped the old man over face down and began brutally raping the
old man with the baseball bat that was covered in his dead mother’s
blood.
    Gatsby slipped into a state of metal
unstableness, and couldn’t control his actions. He just wanted his
father to feel the pain that he had inflicted upon Anona. Gatsby
had been so deep in thought about Anona and Naylah that he hadn’t
realized that his father had passed out. The only thing that
brought him to his senses was the smell of the blood and shit that
was now covering the bat. He quickly removed the bat and rushed to
the bathroom, careful not to touch anything in any of the rooms. He
began cleaning the bat and wiping down anything he had touched.
When he had re-entered his parent’s bedroom, his father was
semi-conscious and moaning in agony. Gatsby rushed to his side and
pulled the gun he had brought with him to finish the job. He shook
his father until he parted his eyes.
    “Did you do it Dad?” Gatsby asked his father
holding the gun tight in his hands.
    His father was barely audible. He was
slipping in and out of consciousness. Gatsby shook him again and
asked his father again, “Did you kill my wife and daughter?” His
father smiled a sickening smile and shook his head up and down.
    “Yeah, I killed them and if I woulda’ known
that black bitches had good pussy like that, I would have had me
some of that years ago too. Fuck you!” The old man sputtered. That
almost drove Donald crazy. He placed the nine millimeter to the old
man’s temple and told him to enjoy purgatory, the he pulled the
trigger.
    That had been ten years ago. Thinking back
on it felt like someone had opened the wounds and poured salt into
them. Gatsby never regretted killing his parents. He didn’t regret
burning their half-a-million-dollar home to the ground, and walking
away like ain’t shit happen. If he had it all to do again, he
would. Anything for Anona and Naylah.
    Gatsby sat up when he saw YaSheema pull up
into the driveway. He watched her walk back down the driveway to
the Lexus that had been at the crime scene the night before. She
popped the trunk and examined the contents inside. Apparently,
whatever was in the trunk was something that she didn’t care to
share with the rest of her prestigious Georgetown neighbors,
because the way she looked