“It’s a shame for you to have to see your sister in that condition”, Ronnie said, with sincere compassion within his heart. And his eyes were filled with sorrow.
“I know”, said Danielle. Then she looked Ronnie in his brown eyes and gravely uttered, “He’s gotta pay”.
Ronnie was a bit startled. “You know who hurt Courtney”, he asked his young niece.
Danielle paused for a second because out of anger those words had slipped out. Then she decided to welcome the courage that she had deep down inside of her body and boldly conveyed, “Yes. I think it was Bruce”.
As he was startled and proud of Danielle for being so keenly perceptive regarding the situation he was so pleased at her for confirming what he was very sure to be true. “I believe so too”, he told his niece. Ronnie looked Danielle in her sad big brown pretty eyes and said, “I want you to tell me the truth. Has Bruce ever hurt you?”
Danielle bowed her head down and began to cry then looked back up at her uncle and into his eyes. “Three times”, she said.
Ronnie tenderly kissed his niece goodbye. Danielle didn’t have to say any more because he had a positive idea of how she’d been hurt. And when Ronnie made it home to his place he dranked a whole small bottle of liquor. All sorts of things were running through his angry mind and, killing Bruce was one of them. After an hour went by, Ronnie didn’t want to waste any more of his time. He decided to put the plan he’d came up with into action. And his scheme was to have someone beep Bruce and meet with him over on Walton Road by 109th street at eleven p.m. A False drug buy seemed like the perfect bait for Bruce to take.
When Bruce did arrive on Walton Road he was very surprised to see Ronnie there. “What are you doing here?” he asked him.
“I’m here to take your ass out”, said Ronnie. “You’ll never touch my nieces again”.
Bruce used a moment to think to himself. “You set me up”. He said, shocked.
Ronnie sneered at the ruthless drug dealer and snidely uttered, “In the worst way”. And he was ready to carve a very sharp blade deep into the layers of his rotten flesh.
When Bruce saw the box-cutter gripped tightly in the palm of Ronnie’s ready hand he reached into the inside pocket of his black and navy blue suede jacket and pulled out his gun and aimed it at him.
“Don’t make me shoot you, man”, Bruce warned. “We can walk away and pretend this never happened”.
Ronnie was outraged by Bruce’s pomposity because to him he wasn’t shit! “What about Courtney?” Ronnie asked. “Am I supposed to forget what you’ve done to her? And what about Danielle, you’ve raped her haven’t you? You think I’m gonna let you get away with those things. My nieces are just babies. Good children. And you hurt them. And it’s time for you to be hurt”.
Coldly, Bruce uttered, “Well I tried to make a truce”. Then he pulled the trigger. A bullet pierced Ronnie’s throat, killing him instantly. Bruce fled the scene immediately.
Eight year old Eric had accurately caught the incident in his dream as he lay asleep in his bedroom. He was horrified at what he saw and didn’t want to believe that it was something real. He turned on his lamp that stood on the end table beside his bed the moment after he witnessed his Uncle Ronnie falling to the ground. He stared at his reddish-brown bedroom walls that were trimmed in white, trying to get the location of the murder out of his head. Walton Road kept on flashing before his dark brown eyes along with 109th street. Right then and there he knew there was no turning back. He had too much information. And the murderer would soon be returning back to his apartment. Eric didn’t want Bruce to get away with Killing Ronnie but if he opened up his mouth at the wrong time Bruce surely wouldn’t hesitate to kill him too. So for the time being Eric planned on carrying the burden of truth around with him for as long as it was necessary.