The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets (The Cartel Publications Presents) Read Online Free
Author: T. Styles
the world would soon find out how.
Nyzon Peat
Washington, D.C., 1988
Popcorn Love
T welve-year-old Nyzon was in the mirror singing, “Don’t Be Cruel” by Bobby Brown, on WPGC 95.5, as he got ready for school. He had just gotten a shape up with a part on the side and was checking it to make sure it was perfect…it was. He’d brushed his hair so much that you could get seasick just looking at his waves. A fresh haircut was all his mother could afford to keep him in style. So Nyzon took full advantage.
After he was dressed, he ironed one of the three pair of jeans he owned. The crease was heavy in the middle of the pants. He didn’t have much but what he did have he kept neat. After he got dressed he kissed his two fingers and pressed them against the boxing poster of Muhammad Ali. Nyzon was a natural when it came to boxing and looked up to him greatly.
Believing he was almost too fine for words, he remembered he couldn’t leave without placing a gold chain he found a few months ago on. Nyzon felt it made him look smoother. Living in George Washington Carver apartments off of Benning Road in Southeast D.C., some fucked-up ass projects, made him appreciate the little he had.
Walking toward the kitchen, he hesitated for a second. Mustering up enough energy, he finally walked inside. Nyzon sat down at the kitchen table preparing to spend another uncomfortable moment with her.
“You hungry, baby?” Debra asked her son as she sat a plate full of pancakes on the table in front of him. Nyzon tucked his chain in his shirt so that it wouldn’t dip into the extra syrup he was getting ready to douse his food with.
“Jive like,” he said, a forkful of pancakes already in his mouth.
“Are we going to watch a movie tonight on Cablevision?” she asked with hopeful eyes as she adjusted her red, pink and orange flower housecoat before taking a seat in the chair across from him.
“I was gonna play Metal Gear on Nintendo with my friends.” Nyzon never looked at his mother. All he could think about was how long it would take him to down his food and get out the door. Everything he enjoyed about life existed outside the confines of his home. And with them having no living relatives, outside of his friends, he felt alone.
Debra Peate was an average looking woman. She was mixed with black and white while Nyzon on the other hand had light brown skin with sexy, slanted eyes. Every time he looked in the mirror and than at her, he couldn’t find one similarity. Often times, he wondered if she was really his mother. And every time he’d ask, she’d swear that she lied on the table for hours giving birth to him, and that his father abandoned them both when he was just six months old.
“Okay…maybe I’ll bake you guys some cookies then,” she said as she came behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders. “While you play the game. Would you like that?”
He shook his upper body causing her to remove her hands. Still chewing, he rose not facing her at first. Guilt rested on him and he slowly turned around and planted a kiss on her face.
“The cookies will be tight, Ma.” He smiled. She smiled back. “My friends love your food. I’ll see you when I get home.” He grabbed his red Trapper Keeper off the box next to the door. It had been there ever since they moved in five months ago because Debra never unpacked. Nyzon and his mother moved twice a year so he never felt settled in. With his notebook in hand he barreled out the front door.
At School
Once at school Nyzon met up with his crew. He had two friends he rolled with no matter where he was going. They were Royala and Lazarick Quick, fraternal twins. Royala was a cute girl who dressed like a boy, and everything in her soul told her she was. People were so used to seeing her dressed boyishly, that they playfully referred to Royala as Lazarick’s identical twin brother.
Nyzon was closer to Royala than he was to Lazarick
Nyzon Peat
Washington, D.C., 1988
Popcorn Love
T welve-year-old Nyzon was in the mirror singing, “Don’t Be Cruel” by Bobby Brown, on WPGC 95.5, as he got ready for school. He had just gotten a shape up with a part on the side and was checking it to make sure it was perfect…it was. He’d brushed his hair so much that you could get seasick just looking at his waves. A fresh haircut was all his mother could afford to keep him in style. So Nyzon took full advantage.
After he was dressed, he ironed one of the three pair of jeans he owned. The crease was heavy in the middle of the pants. He didn’t have much but what he did have he kept neat. After he got dressed he kissed his two fingers and pressed them against the boxing poster of Muhammad Ali. Nyzon was a natural when it came to boxing and looked up to him greatly.
Believing he was almost too fine for words, he remembered he couldn’t leave without placing a gold chain he found a few months ago on. Nyzon felt it made him look smoother. Living in George Washington Carver apartments off of Benning Road in Southeast D.C., some fucked-up ass projects, made him appreciate the little he had.
Walking toward the kitchen, he hesitated for a second. Mustering up enough energy, he finally walked inside. Nyzon sat down at the kitchen table preparing to spend another uncomfortable moment with her.
“You hungry, baby?” Debra asked her son as she sat a plate full of pancakes on the table in front of him. Nyzon tucked his chain in his shirt so that it wouldn’t dip into the extra syrup he was getting ready to douse his food with.
“Jive like,” he said, a forkful of pancakes already in his mouth.
“Are we going to watch a movie tonight on Cablevision?” she asked with hopeful eyes as she adjusted her red, pink and orange flower housecoat before taking a seat in the chair across from him.
“I was gonna play Metal Gear on Nintendo with my friends.” Nyzon never looked at his mother. All he could think about was how long it would take him to down his food and get out the door. Everything he enjoyed about life existed outside the confines of his home. And with them having no living relatives, outside of his friends, he felt alone.
Debra Peate was an average looking woman. She was mixed with black and white while Nyzon on the other hand had light brown skin with sexy, slanted eyes. Every time he looked in the mirror and than at her, he couldn’t find one similarity. Often times, he wondered if she was really his mother. And every time he’d ask, she’d swear that she lied on the table for hours giving birth to him, and that his father abandoned them both when he was just six months old.
“Okay…maybe I’ll bake you guys some cookies then,” she said as she came behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders. “While you play the game. Would you like that?”
He shook his upper body causing her to remove her hands. Still chewing, he rose not facing her at first. Guilt rested on him and he slowly turned around and planted a kiss on her face.
“The cookies will be tight, Ma.” He smiled. She smiled back. “My friends love your food. I’ll see you when I get home.” He grabbed his red Trapper Keeper off the box next to the door. It had been there ever since they moved in five months ago because Debra never unpacked. Nyzon and his mother moved twice a year so he never felt settled in. With his notebook in hand he barreled out the front door.
At School
Once at school Nyzon met up with his crew. He had two friends he rolled with no matter where he was going. They were Royala and Lazarick Quick, fraternal twins. Royala was a cute girl who dressed like a boy, and everything in her soul told her she was. People were so used to seeing her dressed boyishly, that they playfully referred to Royala as Lazarick’s identical twin brother.
Nyzon was closer to Royala than he was to Lazarick
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