Chapter Fourteen.
Vincent stood in line, following the people that were going by Fron's casket to say there final good-byes. It took Vincent a long time to come to terms with the death of one of his new friends, but he figured that the good always die young. For the most part. When he went to call the other members, he realized that they all had been informed about this tragic death. They all kept their distances for a long time.
While at the funeral, he saw that the entire gang was there. They all ran to each other, crying their eyes out. Ronnie and Job kept blaming themselves, saying that they should have picked him up or at least checked up on him when he did not show up for that last meeting. While they were blaming themselves, they all went around and payed their final respects. It was hard to loose someone close, but he refused to believe that he died of a heroin overdose. He knew to damn well that he did not take any drugs what so ever.
The funeral last for what felt like forever. But after about two hours of this thing, he looked around and had a form of an idea of what he could do to help cheer everyone up a little.
“Hey, guys.” He called out to the entire gang. They were all about to leave until Vincent ran up to them. “I was thinking. Sense I have some money on me, what about all of us go somewhere and get a bite to eat?” They all thought for a few minutes, thinking that they would all rather just go home to rest and moan for the rest of the day. But thought the better of it and decided to go and eat away some of their grief.
The best way to describe Mellow Mushroom was to think about a '60's museum with a pulse. Everywhere you look in that place, you saw something related from the 1960's music. On one wall you would see a giant poster promoting The Beatles' Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album. On another you would see something for Jimi Hendrix or Pink Floyd. The entire restaurant impounded you with the heavy odor of pizzas being cooked in the kitchen at the back.
When they walked in, they found a giant table and seated themselves. After about a few large orders of Coke, Vincent hushed everyone.
“A toast,” He said raising his glass. “to our fallen friend. He was one Goddamn Hell of a man. Rest In Peace, Fron Dunn.” Everyone touched glasses and gulped down their drinks as if they were at a bar. They all sat around that table in pure solitude. Some were silently sobbing. Some were gulping drowning drink after drink to wash away their pain. And then you had Dumas that had to use the rest room.
He got up and walked to the east restroom. As he was finishing up, he quickly hid in one of the stalls. He heard Lee and Mychael walking in.
“Nigger, listen to me.” Lee said to a shivering and obviously distraught Mychael. “So, we done something that is morally wrong. But, think about. We disobey him, what happens? We loose our money. We loose our protection. And we loose the fear little Crackers have when they see us.”
“It is not that at all Lee!” Mychael said, sounding more frantic than ever if that was even possible. “It has to do with the fact that we killed Neferia Hodge!” Dumas lost all breath in his body. 'They killed Ratliff's sister?' he thought as he stood on top of one of the toilets.
“You forgot two people, My.” Lee said taking out a cigarette. “You forgot who ordered the attack on Neferia and the one who payed us to kill that Rocky Horror wanna be: Fron Dunn.” At that moment, Dumas wanted to jump out and kill Lee and Mychael for what it is that they done to his friend. But for now, he was interested in what they had to say next.
“Please do not mention that perverts name. I am already getting nightmares of him coming into my dreams, haunting me and damning me forever for taking his life. God, I wish I never got involved in this in the first place. That is it! I am quitting tomorrow!” After Mychael said that, Lee ran up to him and slapped him extremely hard on his face. He fell down and hit the ground hard.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Quit Ratliff?! Why the fuck would he allow you to do that? The only reason why he allowed Fron to quite was because Neferia asked for special permission to have him be released. Originally, Ratliff was going to beat the living shit out of Fron but didn't because his sister begged him not to sense she had fallen in love with him.” Mychael looked at Lee in question. “Jesus Christ, Nigger. You do not know anything about them, do you? Okay, grab a cigarette and I will tell you about the hidden love affair between Neferia Hodge and Fron Dunn.”
“It all started out when Hodge's family came back from New York. As we all know, when he was their he saw the glorious world and the money you can make off of exporting and importing drugs. When he saw the affects that appeared to be on teenager's faces here, he figured that this town of Denver would be a perfect place for him to create his drug empire. His sister agreed to help out her older brother. That was until he came up with the idea of prostitution also to make more money. Now, the reason why his sister was one of the sluts is because she was known for being horny as fuck. So, for a while she went on to screw many guys. But over time, she started to look back on herself and started to see someone whom she hated. She was disgusted with the person in the mirror.
“ For a while, she was suicidal, until Ratliff recruited Fron. Ratliff had known about Fron's sexual nature and used him to become one of the male sluts. When he saw Neferia, I remember him asking me if I thought she was cute. It was at that moment that I knew he had fallen in love with her. So, taking some time off being from being Sex King number one, he decided to help her out by taking care of her, talking to her, and for once acting like a true friend that she needed other than being a sex toy for her. And, over time, I saw her falling in love for this sex fiend.
“During his time with her, he realized that he should quiet this business for he was wasting his life with false love and wanted to be in a serious relationship. So, talking with Neferia, he was able to convince her to talk to her brother into letting Fron go for good. After numerous months of talking over with him, he agreed. But one thing that Neferia wanted to do so much was never become a whore again. So, whenever she was ordered to hook up with a guy to get money, she would hook up with her boyfriend and then they would fuck, but would blame others instead, telling Ratliff that they did not pay her for her services, which lead us all to hunting down all of those people that Ratliff had almost beaten to death like what happened back in August. So, overall, they only had sex for love. Not because they were being paid to. Hope that explains a lot.” The only thing Mychael done was burst into tears again.
“Actually, that makes me feel worse. I think I need a drink. Bad.” Mychael stomped out his cigarette and they left the restroom. All Dumas done was sit on the toilet, crying. He could not believe of what he and everyone else had called and thought about Fron. He felt like a bastard. After a few moments, he decided that he will do two things. The first thing he wanted to do was kill Ratliff. The second would be that he will talk to everyone during the next meeting about what he had heard and figured out what they will do next.
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