MONEY, POWER, RESPECT
‘So, this is what R. Kelly was talking about’ Sydney thought as he peered from the cracked closet door.
“Bitch, what took you so long to answer the door?” the six foot five inch, two hundred and seventy five pound man asked as he dropped the bags he was carrying to the floor.
“Baby, I was on the computer lookin’ for jobs,” she stated nervously, “and them dogs out back was diggin’ up the yard again.” She said, trying to get him to go out the back door,
so she could slip her sex secret out the front door.
Sydney stood motionlessly in his boxers and boots. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d been in this type of situation and it surely wouldn’t be the last.
“yeah well…” the big man paused, looking puzzled at the half bottle of Hennessy on the floor of the bedroom.
“you drinkin?” he asked suspiciously, “in the middle of the day?”
The woman stood speechless.
“Hennessy?” he asked confused, “you hate dark liquor.”
Sydney began slipping into his pants, not caring about the noise he made. He just knew he didn’t want another fight, in his underwear.
“What the fuck is that?” the big man asked walking towards the closet door of the bedroom.
Sydney chuckled, ‘you had to see the humor in this’ he thought.
“baby, let me explain…” she shouted as she raced to block his path. The big man quickly shoved her aside. Sydney, now somewhat dressed but shirt unbuttoned, braced
himself and clenched his fist… as he listened to the commotion outside the door. As if rehearsed, the closet door swung open. Sydney, being a State, Street Fighting Champ, quickly
assessing the situation, knowing the man clearly had him by five inches and one hundred pounds, he took aim for the big mans’ chin, but instead caught the woman, knocking her out cold.
“What the fuck?” the big man shouted angrily, as he reached to grab Sydney. Sydney unleashed about eight punches into the mans’ face, knocking him into the bedroom door,
pushing the door closed. Sydney thought about jumping out of the window, it was ground floor, but the two Rottweiler changed that plan quickly. The big man stumbled to his feet, face
bloody and charged Sydney. Sydney quickly stepped to the side, punching the man behind the right ear.
‘Damn, I wish all my fights were this easy’, he thought, knocking the man into the closet doors, knocking them off the hinges. As Sydney turned to make his escape, the woman
threw the bottle of Hennessy, catching him square in the face, cutting him above his right eye. She began screaming and hitting him, as he fell dazed onto the bed.
The big man stumbled back to his feet, Sydney rolled out of the bed and onto the floor as the woman scratched and clawed at his face.
‘Damn, I’m never getting out that door,’ he thought, jumping to his feet. The big man raced to grab him, Sydney kicked the man in the groin and followed through with an
uppercut, knocking the man onto the woman.
It seemed he had no choice but the window. Without over thinking, he went crashing through the window, knocking glass and wood all over the yard. Lying on his back,
trying to get a sense of direction, he could see not two, but three Rottweiler charging at him. The big man, now at the window, was giving the dogs attack commands. Sydney jumped up and
in the same motion, raced for the fence. ’Damn,’ he sighed, ’a six feet privacy fence. Won’t be able to make that in one leap.’
Just as he reached the fence, one of the dogs caught his pant leg, shorting his jump. He fell into the fence, then he heard a gun shot. ’damn,’ he thought ’what fucking
luck’. He turned and kicked the dog, another shot, Sydney grabbed the top of the fence feeling a sharp pain in his leg. As he struggled to pull himself over the fence, another shot rang
out. He fell to the ground on the other side, jumped to his feet and raced down the alley. His car was parked in front of the house, so there was no trying to get that… he decided to run
until he was out the path of danger. When he was about six blocks down, he stopped and checked his injuries, only a few dog bites, no gun shot. Small price to pay for almost being Seven