(If you haven't read Part 3, click here)
After everything that went down between him and Joe, Carl is a little stressed out. He still had no idea how he was going to handle Joe. He knew he needed to make his move before Joe did. Joe may be nothing more than a walking p*ssy, but when it comes to Carl and the rest of the staff…he has the last word. Carl needed to take away Joe’s voice and power for good.
Carl was now smoking in his car with a patient named Clifton. Clifton was the only patient Carl treated as an equal. Like Carl, Clifton was fond of the weed. Him and Carl were smoking and laughing it up about the night’s earlier events.
“BWAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! N*gga are you crazy? Why would you slap the dude in the mouth after he had a d*ck in it? A punch in the neck would have done more damage and spared you the sticky fingers.”
Carl shakes his head as he lets out a cough. Carl didn’t mind the coughing when he smoked. He figured it gets him higher faster.
“F*ck you ole crazy a$$ n*gga. It was too dark to tell and I wasn’t about to beat that b*tch’s a$$ like he was a man. He’s lucky I didn’t have time to take off my belt and punish him like my pit bulls when they get out of line.”
“C’mon Carl, the belt would’ve had you on a one-way ticket outta here.”
“Better be first class.” Carl responds as he passes the blunt to Clifton.
“Damn, so you don’t care if you keep or lose your job then?” Clifton asks Carl before taking a couple of long pulls.
“I do care. From a financial standpoint, nah I ain’t tripping. I’ve been working since I was sixteen. I know how to save for a rainy day. I’m not afraid of being fired either. It’s just that I don’t want Joe to ever have that satisfaction. He would probably have a weeklong hard on over it.”
“I’m sure Harry would appreciate that.”
“Heh heh heh.” Carl chuckles as he lights up another blunt. “Don’t even remind me. I still can’t believe I walked in on them. Clifton, I must’ve called Joe a c*cksucka a thousand times over the years. The last thing I expected from Joe was for him to prove me right. F*ggot a$$ Harry probably isn’t his only booty within these walls.”
“Yeah no doubt about it. This place is his private buffet. I wouldn’t be surprised if dude got a couple of man HOs up in here…AHHHH SH*T!!!”
“What is it?”
“Joe is definitely smashing dude who stays across the hall from me. What’s his name??? Howard…Henry…Harold…HARRY!!!! YEAH IT’S HARRY!!!!!”
Carl looks at Clifton with a blank stare. “Aight n*gga put the f*cking blunt down.”
“What??? I gave you a name.”
“Sh*t man the weed got you retarded already? I already know about Harry remember? You forgot who the f*ck we were talking about already? Damn it’s time to go back in. Let’s go.” Carl tells Clifton as he puts out his blunt. He snatches the half blunt in Clifton’s mouth and puts it out in the ashtray too.
As Carl and Clifton are heading back into the building, Clifton realizes his slip up.
“Carl wait a sec.”
“What is it now?”
“Jesse.”
“Jesse?”
“Yeah. That’s who I meant to say. I don’t know why I said Harry. You see I can’t be smoking your sh*t and then holding a conversation. “
“Jesse? Yeah that makes sense. That dude definitely has tendencies. Before he ended up here, the muthaf*cka was on an anal tear in the hood. The cops called him the “A$$ Savage” because of what he did to all those guys.”
“I know. That sh*t was f*cking unreal. One of my boy’s cousin got buttf*cked by that f*ggot. Dude would’ve been keeping me company in here if he didn’t hang himself.”
“I read about that sh*t. That guy should have gotten a lifetime sentence if the prosecutors were trying to get justice. Raping a dude outside of prison is f*cking ridiculous. From listening to dude talk during the group sessions I can tell he gets off on the destroying a man’s mind than the sex. Had the prosecution saw through his lawyer’s bullsh*t insanity defense he would be taking it up the rear every day of a life sentence. Instead he’ll probably be out of here in 3-6 months.”
“Tell me about it. Me and him had the same lawyer.”
“No sh*t?”
“Yeah. What, you thought all that sh*t I was saying about my uncle raping me was true?”
“I gotta admit, that sh*t was convincing. You should consider acting or conning a couple of old b*tches into being your sugar momma once you get out of here.”
“Maybe. Anyway that n*gga Jesse and Joe are definitely butt mates. Every night Joe is up in there making sounds no grown man should hear.”
“Every night?”
“Every night.”
Carl was thinking of a master plan. Time was of the essence. If his plan was going to work he would need to start making moves fast.
“Aight Clifton, let me get you back to your room. I got some unfinished work. I’ll smoke you out before my shift is over.”
“Aight Carl, good looks.”
After Carl takes Clifton back to his room, he begins putting things in motion. Win or lose…those were his only options. He was planning on going home regardless of the outcome. He is hoping that it is on a positive note.
About 45 minutes later, Carl was in process. If things go according to plan Joe would be the one standing in line at unemployment. The only thing bad about his plan was that it may make it harder for him and Joe’s wife, Maggie, to hook up. Carl had no plans on wifing her, but he enjoyed having her p*ssy on standby. If Joe gets fired, he would be home more often when he’s not trolling for booty Carl imagines.
After Carl finished his careful planning, he began addressing some long neglected paper work for incidents that occurred before he went on vacation. While working on his reports in the nurse’s office, Janice, the new nurse on the night shift, comes walking in. Carl knew right away she was bothered by something because she was mumbling all types of profanity under her breath in Spanish. This seemed like a good time to get acquainted.
“¿Qué va en Janice?”
(What’s going on Janice?)
“¿Carl? Hey. No sabía que usted habló español.”
(Carl? Hey. I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.)
“I sido alrededor de la gente española mi vida entera. La lengua y el cocinar eran las primeras cosas que aprendí.”
(I been around Spanish folks my whole life. The language and the cooking were the first things I learned.)
“¿Qué más usted aprendió?”
(What else did you learn?)
“Las damas.”
(The ladies.)
“Hahahaha. Carl usted es divertido. ¿Qué usted sabe sobre Latinas?”
(Hahahaha. Carl you’re funny. What you know about Latinas?)
“Que usted las señoras no es ningún diferente de los sistas. En vez de gatito, usted dice chocha. También, usted puede bailar sus asnos apagado.”
(That you ladies are no different from the sistas. Instead of p*ssy, you say chocha. Also, you can dance you’re a$$es off.)
“El Oh así que usted saben. Autorización, me impresionan. ¿Usted puede bailar tan?”
(Oh so you do know. Ok, I’m impressed. So you can dance?)
“Intenté aprender los movimientos. No era bueno en él.”
(I tried to learn the moves. I wasn’t good at it.)
“Los sonidos como usted no tenían buenos profesores.”
(Sounds like you didn’t have good teachers.)
“Usted puede ser que tenga razón. Si sus cuerpos y sonrisa parecidos tan buenos como el suyo yo estarían haciendo más que el de dos etapas ahora.”
(You might be right. If their bodies and smile looked as good as yours I would be doing more than the two-step right now.)
“Soy seguro que usted hizo más que danza con ellos. No sería sorprendido si su asno atractivo les enseñó una cosa o dos.”
(I’m sure you did more than dance with them. I wouldn’t be surprised if your sexy ass taught them a thing or two.)
“Usted tiene razón sobre ése.”
(You’re right about that.)
“Sé. Mis instintos nunca son incorrectos. Esta semana sería la excepción.”
(I know. My instincts are never wrong. This week would be the exception.)
“¿Por qué?”
(How so?)
Janice drops the Spanish and starts speaking English. “My life has been turned upside down since moving to this God forsaken city. I use to live in NYC but I needed a fresh start. This was the only job offer I got out of nursing school. My parents didn’t want me to come to the City of the Damned. I told them, “Look Los Angeles is the City of Angels and look how fucked up they are.”
Carl starts talking English. “Yeah. Los Malditos isn’t for everyone. I think you’ll be fine. You seem like a tough chick. I’m sure your man would agree. Carl throws in the man bit to detect her availability.”
“A man? N*ggas ain’t shit these days. Two days after moving up here I had to send that piece of sh*t back to NYC.”
What did he do?
Janice is so heated that she breaks out the Spanish again.
“Él y sus muchachos salieron a uno de estos clubs hacia fuera aquí. Uno de los tontos tomaba muchos de cuadros en su iPhone y fijados les en Twitter. Mi hombre estaba en uno de los cuadros con su cara enterrada en el asno de algún separador. La perra cogió probablemente a tipos una docena antes de que él pusiera su lengüeta toda para arriba en su mierda. Casi lancé encima de cuando primero lo vi.”
(Him and his boys went out to one of these clubs out here. One of the fools was taking a lot of pictures on their iPhone and posted them on Twitter. My man was in one of the pictures with his face buried in some stripper’s a$$. The b*tch probably f*cked a dozen dudes before he put his tongue all up in her sh*t. I almost threw up when I first saw it.)
Carl keeps talking in English. D*mn. That sh*t is crazy. What the hell was that idiot thinking? Whatever it was, he was doing you a favor in the long run babe.
“¿Qué quieres decir?”
(What you mean?)
Obviously he wasn’t the one for you. If he’s at the club burying his face in some freak b*tch’s Boston Crème Pie cooch he’s capable of anything. You clean right?
Carl’s question catches her off guard. She starts talking English again. “Clean?”
“Homeboy didn’t give you any diseases right? How’s your lips?”
Janice touches her mouth. “They’re fine.”
“What about the ones I haven’t seen?” Carl asks as he looks below Janice’s waist to let her know what he’s referring to.
“Huh. Oh. Oh they’re fine you ol freak. I ain’t crazy. I made that nigga strap up every time. I had a feeling he may have been dirty but I didn’t think he was thirsty like that. You can never really know what a person is capable of until it’s too late.”
“Yeah I know what you mean.”
Just as Carl is about to make his move, Ray comes walking into the nurse’s office with Paul, Director of the Psychiatric department.
“What’s going on guys? Paul is here to see how Joe is holding up after his attack.”
“Hello Carl.” Paul says.
“Hey Paul, how’s it going?”
“Not too bad. Is this our new nurse Janice?”
“You are correct.” Janice says as she shakes Paul’s hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“Likewise, I only wish it could have been under better circumstances. Has anyone seen Joe since his attack?”
“I haven’t. What about you Carl?”
Carl is now ready to execute his plan. “Ummm yeah. Last time I saw him he was checking on Jesse.”
“What? Jesse “A$$ Savage” Martinez?”
“That’s the one.”
“Jesus what’s wrong with him. Harry’s attack on him must be messing with his head.”
“I think so too. I was going to check on him after I finished up my reports.”
“I’m starting to get nervous now. We have no idea what this poor man is thinking or feeling right now. He’s traumatized and vulnerable. I say we ALL go down to Jesse’s room just to make sure he’s ok.”
That’s what Carl wanted to hear. “I agree. C’mon guys follow me.”
Lead by Carl, the group make their towards Jesse’s room. As they make their way around the corner to the hall Jesse’s room is located, they begin to hear loud, bizarre sounds. The closer they get to Jesse’s room they realize the sounds are coming from Jesse’s room.
Paul walks towards Jesse’s door and quietly tries to turn it. “It’s locked. Why the hell would he lock himself in with that sicko?” He whispers to the rest of the group.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SH*T!!!!!!!!”
The loud cry catches everyone in the group by surprise. Carl was not surprised one bit but choose to play along.
“Whoa what the hell was that?” He asked the rest of the group.
“F*CK, HE’S IN TROUBLE! QUICK UNLOCK THIS DOOR!!!!!” Orders Paul.
Carl’s seizes the opportunity. “No time, I’m kicking it down.”
BOOOOOOOM!!!!
As soon as Carl kicks in the door, all four of them run through and almost immediately wish they could run back out. Carl’s plan had worked. He had his witnesses and he would soon be rid of Joe, who was riding Jesse like a proud cowboy.
“AHHHHHHH WHAT THE F*CK JOE!!!!!!!” Paul shouted.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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