Maziqueen's Story - Part 3

#NewBeginningsPart 3-Changes Brewed

Do you ever have this chest filled pain that just happens and you don’t know how to explain it or even what to do. That’s what it felt like. I was not so much angry that here is what I had been waiting for but I mean I was because it had been a couple years since I last heard from him but really I was mad at myself. The devil does not fucking do feelings nor does the devil have a care in the world, so why now. Why did all this have to just rain down.

I had a successful life, even before I met #him, I was on top of the world. But of course father had plans set in motion to some how show me a lesson learned. My own brother heeded the warnings and of course being the favorite he was one to never turn his back on what our father had said or even showed him. Me though, I had every right to question every move my father made. It was my nature.

I always to this day had a hatred building up toward the father our almighty because he turned his back on me, even if I defied him he could have just forgave me like he did his favorite, but that was the thing I wasn’t the favorite not by far and he had to set an example. So the pits were my kingdom little did he know I grew fond and had an excitement to the falling. I made it my life’s reason to keep my defiance in play with my father.

Even with this curve ball, I would handle it the way I always did or so I thought. What is it being here upon earth that would change me, the devil of all, and I wasn’t ready for what came forth. My chest was tight, my voice cracked. It was like I was on spin cycle and couldn't for the life of me stop the turning that was occurring.

Why was #He back, why now. It had been a few years and no word not even a text a call an email for that matter, with these technology ventures these days there was one way that people could keep in touch and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know when someone was on purposely avoiding you. I should know, I avoided my brother Amendadial for the longest time to help try and convince him my time here on earth was worth it in the end.

Not like it had mattered I was just finally getting back in the groove of things. I had put his absence in the back of my mind and concentrated on my life’s work. I couldn’t let a silly human bother me but in all that I never got over him and I never let myself grieve his absence. This made things all too familiar when he now all of a sudden called and it made the feelings come back full force. Our father had a plan but I had a better one, I knew my father was planning something with his return.

I knew my family like the back of my hand, they hardly knew me. Hell my own mother who came back after so long tried to get in my good  graces, screwing with our human lives including my love life and she had another thing coming when I threw the same curve ball back making her live out the life with the humans. But this, this ball was way out of my league, what the fuck was this even about, why stir up feelings I pushed away; but that’s the thing about my father he knew I wouldn’t have expected this.

 I knew the power in avoiding I did it well in burying my feelings oh so well, so why now. Why have my heart only bleed again and want to pour out my non-existent soul. It took a minute before I shooed out my secretary as she stood there in my daze. I hated that and she definitely didn’t need to hear this, but she would get it since she didn’t obviously do her job. I leaned back slowly in my chair around and try to keep my composure. Clearing my throat I sat back trying to not seem so obvious that I was in shock, "H-hello, Mazikeen Lorenzo at your service. How can I help?"

 

At first, #He was only breathing. Why was #He stalling? What did he achieve out of this but to not only make me crushed and like a mere human with feelings like a high school girl who got her hopes up only to be crushed with pigs blood. That or to piss me off because it was doing both tugging at my strings. Like pulling out my heart and stomping it. Great reference I know. But I couldn't fathom the joke behind this. It was sick. My eyes started to glow red, my feelings just egging on my devil to come pushing through as I tried not to growl.

I couldn't take it, I wasn’t going to let some mere human do this to me. Work me up. He already had chewed me out and spit me to the floor, what was it. This needed to stop, right here and now. "Listen here, and you listen good. If this is your idea of some sick joke...." the phone clicked and the sound of nothing beeped at me.

I turned my chair around as a single tear fell, and I slowly took the phone to the receiver. I shook myself out of the pain that was ahead as I yelled for my secretary over the intercom. I could only feel her jump as she pressed the button to my office. "Yes Ma'am?"

"I want you first trace that call and text me with the info, I'm going for a drink. Second, don't ever surprise me like that again. Next time get the info and set up a face to face like I'm going for a drink. * I got up grabbing my leather jack quickly off the chair as I growled under my breathe* Do your fucking job like your description entails , and that includes not to fucking ease drop that or its your job next time under fucking stand" I was angry and she could hear it as she grew silent t hen answered. "Ye....yes ma'am I'm on it "

As I put the jacked on I  wiped the tear off my face saving the dignity I had and straightened myself up and grabbed my keys to my motorcycle. I knew a drink couldn't do much because of my immortal abilities but I was in need of something after that abrupt unfinished phone call.

I stepped out of my office slamming the door behind me as I quickly strutted off past the secretary as she lifted up papers to her face hoping I wouldn’t confront her face to face. That made me chuckle as I went out as my minions went off on their merry way through my office building. I hit the glass door to the front as I quickly in a two step little galloped went down the stairs to the front of the building parking lot where my front parking spot was. I put my shades on my shirt as I got my helmet on and straddled my bike leaning down reeving the engine as I turned the key and started on my way, heading to the only spot I knew who could channel my moods. John's Bar.

#TBC