I looked around, trying to trace where the music was coming from, when I spotted an
old boom box that was wedged into a window. The music continued.
“I want me a Papi Chuuuulo, who will do, whatever I say.”
“I need me a Papi Chuuuulo, who can sex me up, and never sway.”
“I need me a Papi chuuuulo, who is lovesick, and will always stay.”People were running in and out of the house. There was a white screen door with a
rip mosquito net that flapped in the wind. Women of all shapes and sizes carried huge
pots, salad bowls, and cake treys to two picnic tables that were seated in the back yard.
There was volleyball net, and an inflated kiddy size pool with twigs and leaves floating in
it. The house looked like it was made out of silly putty because it was painted in loud
pastel colors that didn’t match the rest of the houses in the neighborhood. The music
continued.
“Papi Chulo. I want me a Papi Chulo.”
I looked around for Ali. He had abandoned his post as my guardian and protector and
was talking to an extremely beautiful girl. I swallowed hard as I stared at her. Suddenly, I
knew how the Conquistadors felt when they discovered El Dorado. She was
mesmerizing, with sweet cinnamon skin. She had long flowing hair that shined like gold
and rich green eyes that sparkled like emeralds. She raised her hand to show off her fresh
manicure right before she raked her fingers through her long mane of hair. She flung her
head back and smiled, revealing a set of perfect teeth that were whiter than a string of
pearls.
She was wearing a spring dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her full
breast. She had a diminutive waist, with ride em cowboy hips and a smack that ass
derriere. I walked over to Ali. I could feel Blazen’s energy; it was foul and stank like foot
odor. She haughtily looked me up and down; her emerald green eyes burned through me
like lasers, destroying my confidence and self-worth.
“Blazen, this is my sister,” Ali said.
She took my hand and shook it limply, like it was a dirty penis that she didn’t want
to touch.
She was named Blazen not only because she was beautiful with a smoking hot body.
She had a blistering temper as well. Blazen believed that she was too pretty to play by the
rules, so she was always the first one to pick up makeshift weapons like broken bottles,
and loose shards of glass. She didn’t play fair when it came to men either. Nothing
stopped her from getting what she wanted. She didn’t care if they were married, straight,
or gay. The only requirement that she had was finding one with a huge bankroll. And if
one didn’t have enough, she was off to the next best thing. She was evil to women, all
women, mainly because she needed constant reassurance that she was the baddest,
prettiest bitch around.
For some odd reason, Blazen took a liking to me. At first I thought that maybe it was
because of Ali. It wasn’t until later that I learned that she felt that she could manipulate
me. She forced me into following her around like her personal butler. She barked at me to
do this, to get this, to do that. She ordered me to steal cigarettes from adults, and to pour
vodka into her kool-aid. I had clearly had enough when she ordered me to fix her a plate
of portioned low calorie foods. I marched up to her with the plate in my hand and
struggled not to throw it at her. I stomped off fuming, ignoring Blazen as she called after
me.
I hated it here. Yes, it was a step up from where I had come from, but there was no
way that I could live here and be Blazen’s maid. I crossed my arms in front of my chest
and felt the tears burning behind my eyes. She was a real bitch. I thought to myself.
Suddenly, I felt lonely. I missed my mommy. I saw an empty tree stump and walked overand sat on it. I didn’t want to be around people. I just wanted to disappear. I looked up at
the sky; the sun was full and warm, then I jolted when I heard something squeal.There was a rowdy gaggle of men. I ran over and squeezed between two of them.
What I saw would have made a PETA members stomach turn. Nico and ten other men
chase around a frightened, jittery pig. The pig’s little legs struggled to support its busty
frame as it ran around the yard. It was kicked and taunted by Nico. They circled around
the pig, and Nico like a wild savage pounced on the pig’s back and wrestled the sixtypound hog to the ground. His entourage of man clapped their hands and cheered as they
watched Nico go for the kill by forcefully slitting the pig’s throat. The poor pig let out a
loud screeching howl, its body jerked, and its small legs kicked as it fought for its life.The pig’s fate was in Nico’s hands and the crowd roared as he repositioned the knife
and with great dexterity plunged it into the pig’s chest. Its body froze from the impact
and in a matter of seconds it was dead. Nico then stood up and with as much smugness as
an African soldier who had just decapitated the head of a rebel spy. He waved the bloody
knife in the air. I thought that I saw the last of the pig, until I spotted it with a long stick
stuffed into its ass and through its mouth. Two men were holding either side
