Free Story: Everything the Law Allows
When the law isn’t on a man’s side and he doesn’t want to break the rules, all he can do to seek revenge and attain justice is what the law allows…
Everything the Law Allows
“Are you Sean Daniels?”
Sean looked up at the dude standing in his office doorway. Light-skinned brother. Light brown eyes. Wavy hair—the shit they called good hair back in the day.
“Who wants to know?” Sean asked.
The dude came into his office, stepped about halfway to his desk and stopped. “I’m Derrick DuShane. That name mean anything to you?”
Sean leaned back in his desk chair. He thought about his Smith & Wesson SW1911. It was safely locked up back at the house. He kept it under lock and key so his little girl Nina couldn’t get to it. Probably wouldn’t need it for this bitch, though. “The name doesn’t mean a thing to me, man. I might have heard it…but it doesn’t mean shit.”
The dude took a step closer. Just a step. Still wasn’t close to his desk. “Well let me tell you who the fuck I am, bro,” the dude said. “Lisa is my wife. You know her, huh?”
Sean leaned farther back and laced his fingers behind his head. He smiled like he was reliving a pleasant memory. A very pleasant memory. “Oh, Lisa…yeah. Our paths have crossed.”
“Well make sure you uncross ‘em motherfucker, you understand me? Stay the fuck away from my wife!”
Sean almost laughed. This punk was so mad that he was standing there with his fists clenched, shaking like he was about to explode. But he still didn’t step too close. Bitch. “I’m not interested in Lisa…anymore,” Sean sneered. “She served her purpose. I was done with your wife months ago, bro.”
“I ought to kill your ass,” DuShane spat.
Now Sean did laugh. “Shit sucks, doesn’t it Derrick? Did the paternity test not come out like you expected?”
Now the bitch blinked. “What…how did you know about that?”
“Just put two and two together…bro. You wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t found out something. Your wife’s baby doesn’t look too much like you, does it? See, women aren’t the only ones who can punch pinholes in condoms.”
“Motherfucker, why would you do some shit like that?” DuShane asked.
Now Sean stood up. He put his fists on his desk and leaned over it. “Because it’s not illegal to sleep with another man’s wife,” he spat. “See, I’m doing what the law requires. I’ve been doing that for the past seven years. Sometimes when I think about it, I get so pissed that I really want to hurt somebody. But that would be illegal. But fucking Lisa…your wife? Well, as wrong as it might be, that’s something the law allows.”
DuShane backed toward the door. “Man, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Just stay the fuck away from my wife, got it?”
“Oh, I have no problem doing that,” Sean said. “Like I said, I’m done with her. You have a good life, bro. And have fun paying for my baby for the next eighteen years.”
Sean hung up his coat, loosened his tie and stepped into his living room. The aroma of marinara sauce drifted out from the kitchen. His stomach grumbled in response.
Hearing him come in, his daughter Nina came bolting down the stairs and leaped into his arms. “Hey Daddy!” she yelled. She hugged him tight and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Sean felt his heart fill up with love for his little girl. “Hey baby,” he said. “How was school today?”
“It was good! I made you and Mommy a Memorial Day card. Come and see!” Nina squirmed out of his arms and took his hand, leading him into the kitchen.
Donna was standing at the stove stirring sauce in a pot. She turned to give him a kiss. Sean made himself not flinch away. The memory of today’s events—of the visitor to his office—was still strong. They reminded him of things about his wife that he wanted to forget. Things that made him not want to kiss her, or even touch her.
“C’mon Daddy, look at your card!” Nina said, pulling him toward the refrigerator door, on which her homemade cards and other artwork hung.
Sean looked down at his little girl. She was light-skinned, not like him. She had light brown eyes and wavy hair—the kind they called good hair back in the day.
Nina looked just like her father. The man Donna lay with behind his back almost eight years ago.
But the law said that because Nina was born during the course of his marriage, he was the one who had to pay. There was nothing Sean could do about that.
All he could do was what the law allowed.
© December 2007