Chapter 5: Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

**AARON**

The traffic in this hell of a road was hell. One could do a wedding here and two years anniversary. Primarily caused by the disfunctional traffic lights.

I had to leave the taxi and journeyed on foot to St Philomena hospital Chicago

My mom matters a lot to me even though we ain't related by blood but there is this bond we share.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?" The old security blocked the gate but I pushed pass him.

My temper couldn't wait for the elevator so I took the stairs thinking of shits that could have gone wrong.

Could it be that mom died?

Was is a car accident?

Cancer?

Murder?

Hot years rolled down my cheeks for the first time in this year.

"Sir this is a restricted operation room, wait outside" a much tougher guy looking like Brock Lesnar guarded the door.

I needed to get through, my anger got the best of me as I attacked him. I managed to get past the beast but he triggered the alarm as soon as I ran towards my parents.

"Security breach!!! Target wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans" the guard yelled.

"Dad where is mom?" I asked trying to catch my breath.

"Your mom is fine, infact She just put to bed a bouncing baby girl. You gonn be a big bro" he announced smiling.

The security guards rushed in.

"Y'all chill the fuck out. This prig is my son and he came looking for his Dada. So y'all fuck off back to your positions" my dad yelled.

"Boys go back it's ok. Doctor Clark addressed the armed men.

"Well Aaron your mom have a new baby" he added.

"Can I see her?"

"Of course come in"

The baby was cute, innocent and all. She was gon be my step sister but who gives a fuck I'm gonn be a big bro.

"Baby how was school, I missed you" my mum hugged me still lying on the bed.

"Mom it was ok, I thought something bad happened to you"

"Nope, the baby came out quickly. Instead of February, She decided to come by December" mom laughed.

"Phew" I sighed.

Dad left the room as he told us he wanted to go get some food for mom.

"You coming son?"

"Yeah, I will meet you downstairs" I said.

"Ohh and try not to barge any security guard" he sounded serious.

"Ohh my God. Aaron you love me some much that you got past those guards. Even guard Clifford the beast" She sounded like a sixteen years old girl with her boyfriend who just saved her from bullies.

"That's a lie, I just care for you" I lied.

"No you love me"

"I don't"

"Ok, your dad's is waiting for you. Come give mama a hug" She said spreading her arms.

She whispered softly into my ears as we hugged each other.

"I'd take some egg white, baked bread and milk"

"Mom you didn't have to whisper" I laughed and left the room to go meet my dad downstairs.

A Mercedes Benz C63 was parked with my dad in it. This was my dream car.

"Yo dad, your new ride?"

"Yes boy. I bought it cheap from scrap. Took it to my scrap yard and fixed. Spent a fortune though" he beckon on me to join him.

"Wow"

"While you were away, FW logistics company offered me a job as a company mechanic and I later applied to truck driving. Now I got three jobs so we can live well"

"Dad you are going through stress"

"To make you and Mom and my baby happy" he said steering the car into our driveway then to the garage. Then his phone rang.

" Hello sir Benson. Please I know this was supposed to be a week off for you but truck 199 on route to Utah has an engine failure" the man on the phone spoke aloud.

"But sir...."

"Benson please, help me. That container contains some expensive shit. If it remains there those criminals would get thier hands on it"

"Sir my wife just put to bed" my dad cried.

"Extra five thousand dollars for you if that truck gets back on track".

"I will try my best sir" the phone went off

We entered the house and he packed his bags getting ready for a trip as soon as possible.

"Dad you leaving?" I asked.

"Yeah, duty calls" he picked his phone and keys .

"See you later dad" my dad's new job was unscheduled. Any truck cod break down any minute.

"Alright boy. Here you go 500 for allowance" he gave me some notes.

Dad left the house that morning. I was confused. I didn't know how to cook for shit. I decided to swallow pride and call my mom. I told her that I couldn't cook and She promised to send a female to come cook.

"Imma gonn call a friend She got a niece that cooks good" She said.

"Ok mom, make the call fast before I die of hunger" I laughed

"Alright bye baby. She is already on her way Just don't try to flank the girl" move voice went off probably some network problem

I opened the back door that leads directly to the kitchen so the cook wouldn't have to disturb me before She entered the house.

I retired to my room and crashed on the bed. I opened my laptop and inserted the micro chip and scanned through jancita messages. It was boring as usual. I tried to sleep before the door bell rang.

"Use the back door it's opened!" I yelled.

She enter the house and immediately started cooking.

I scrolled through my phone severally till I got a voice message from my dad.

"Boy, go to the scarp yard go pick up the Mercedes. It broke down but my boys fixed it. Already at Utah so just get the car home safely"

I got up, picked my Jean jacket and phoned a cab about 10 minutes the cab arrived and we zoomed off to my dad's scrap yard.

This yard was bigger than I expected fullly renovated and national standard

"Master son is here" they all assembled as though a military Commander was passing by.

I don't usually follow my dad to his scarp yard because of school plus I prefer strafing a bitch than Working here.

"My dad asked me to come get his Mercedes" I spoke to the eldest workman.

"It's over there. Here is the remote" he handed me some sort of sensor key.

My dad's scrap yard is one of it's kind. My last update on this place was 8 years ago. It was old fashioned but With my dad's new job he was able to renovate the whole workshop and scrap yard.

The yard has a huge toll gate with awatch tower, the floor was concreted, a set of six single garage by the left and by the right a two story building warehouse with offices at the top. The scrap yard is located at the back of the workshop with damaged cars and pieces of broken cars.

The space between the warehouse and the garage was the workman's place of work.

Great place indeed. A great achievement for a black man in Chicago.

I hopped into the Mercedes and ignited the engine.

"Hello Mr Benson" the automated system of the car pronounced.

"Hello Mercedes, call me Aaron" I replied.

"Hello Aaron, where are we headed?"

"Kyle estates"

The car plotted a location to my house. The car was fantastic. I drove down to the house and locked the garage. I kept staring at the car from my room it was wow.

Remember when people say the idle mind is the devil's workshop? I got bored of everything. Just then the pot cover fell and the sound could be heard from the kitchen. I wore my shorts and checked up on the cook.

Walking silently into the kitchen I saw her. The massive back side, dark skinned girl. Me thinking She was a common cook made way back to my room and stacked up a hundred dollars and came back to the kitchen with her awareness, I hugged her from behind pressing the cash again her chest.

Every cheap girl do fall for cash. Imagine getting a hundred for free.

"What the fuck!" The girl exclaimed and faced me.

Speak of the devil Becky my ex.

"Becky what are you doing here?" I asked

"What were you trying to do? She fired.

"It was a mistake never thought it was you" I defended.

"So you use cash to get other girls laid?" She fired.

"I knew it was you and the cash was the one you'd use to buy juice" I lied.

"You said you never thought it was me now you said you knew it was me"

"Just forget nevermind" I replied.

"Fine" She went back to cooking.

I went back to my bathroom with a full erection, rolled out a tissue and applied some lotion and I took a trip to heavens gate thinking about her.

Becky is my true love or so I thought. I love her for real. I wanted her and now She is in my house, in my kitchen, wearing a mini skirt.

After some minutes, I was still on my shorts I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in"

"Emm food is ready" She said avoiding eye contact.

"Ok, I'd be down Inna minute" I switched off the TV and headed downstairs

Becky was a really good cook and I enjoyed her food so much. I missed her love too. We are in silence both trying to avoid eye contact.

"Your mum didn't tell you She asked me to come cook for you and your dad?" She said sipping from her drink breaking the silence.

"Emm no...no She didn't, She did tell.me someone was coming but She never said you" I replied confused.

"Well my mom is a very good friend to your mom we live in house 26 Kyle estates and I volunteered. I never knew you were her son. If I did know I wouldn't have accepted to help" She replied.

"She is my step mom"

"That explains colour difference" She said

"Yes"

"Ok"

Silence ruled again for the next few minutes till we finished the food. She packed mom's own and set out to the hospital.

"Can I give you a ride?" I asked her as She struggled with the bag.

"Sure" I helped her carry the bags to the garage and placed them on the back seat. She occupied the front seat and I took the driver's seat and we drove in silence till we got to the hospital.

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