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“After the mental break down, after the emotional break up, after being broken down to nothingness… Mia Nickole Rose is back to give you more. More drama, more psychosis, more DMV and much, much more of what made Fat Kills a literary landscape like no other.” ~ Joey Pinkney
Read this excerpt of Fat Kills II by K. Reid, and get a taste of what may become one of your favorite books of 2012.
I’ve tried to start this conversation face to face on more than one occasion but I can’t. Whenever I look into your eyes my words catch in my throat. It seems we are a family of writers these days so I decided to write you this letter instead.
I can’t do this anymore. You’re not the same Mia I fell in love with, and before you roll your eyes and mutter “people change,” I really want you to hear me out. The Mia I fell in love with was a happy, lighthearted person. You used to be so happy. After the incident, I tried to be there for you but it’s like you shut down permanently. You think I don’t notice that you are completely in your own world? I notice…we all notice.
I’ve always been able to pull through and remind myself this is my wife, my babe, my everything. I can’t do that anymore. What you’ve done to Michelle…what you said to me…that’s she not my child?? How could you ever fix your lips to say that to me? Michelle has always and will always be my daughter. I don’t care what some lawyer or the courts say.
For what it’s worth, I loved you more than I loved myself. But I guess that’s why I’m in this situation.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m leaving you.
A sense of calm fell over the dim bedroom. Eric took a mental picture of the space and closed his eyes. He dropped the letter on one of the twin nightstands. Pictures of himself and Michelle at various ages covered his nightstand. He carefully took the pictures out of the welded metal frames.
Tears threatened to drop from his eyes but he blinked rapidly, forcing them to retreat. He grabbed his duffle bag from floor and unzipped the side pocket. He carefully slid the photos inside and walked out of his bedroom of the last 8 years. Eric walked in a trance through the hallway and stopped once he reached Michelle’s bedroom.
The tears won the battle.
He cried silently as he walked through Michelle’s room. Staring at her posters on the walls, her small trophies and her keyboard in the corner overwhelmed him. Eric’s jaw clenched, signaling it was time for him to go. He briskly walked out of Michelle’s room and walked down the stairs. The soft plush almond carpet welcomed each step. When he reached the hardwood floor his shoes squeaked slightly. The squeak squeak squeak lasted for 45 seconds as he walked down the hallway towards the den.
The smell of marijuana seemed to slap him out of nowhere, luring him in the den, even though he’d never been a smoker. It was her luring him as always. As hard as he tried to fight, he still desired her. She had bewitched him, held him in a trance for years, always knowing the right words to say, always keeping up her facade. He stood in the doorway staring at the back of the brown leather sectional facing the TV. An old video of Mia at a house party played on the screen. Eric tried to speak but he couldn’t turn away from the video. Eventually his eyes drifted from the screen and rested on the back of Mia’s head.
“I thought you lost those videos?” Eric asked in a deep voice.
“Nope,” Mia replied with her back to Eric. Her lips pulled the jay and she lazily reached over to ash it in a half empty water bottle.
Eric stood for another moment and continued to stare at the video of a young, fresh-faced Mia.
“I’m about to head out, Mia.” Eric said.
“Are you coming back?” Mia asked.
Eric’s silence lingered for a minute.
Mia flatly replied, “I will take that as a no. Hope she makes you happy.”
Eric opened his mouth to reply and shook his head in frustration. “It’s not about her. It was about you and me but you made it clear…you’ve made so many things clear I don’t even know where to begin,” Eric said.
“So don’t. Go ahead and leave. Knowing you, you probably left me a lame ass letter and had no intention of telling me goodbye,” Mia spat.
Eric cringed at what seemed like a stranger’s voice. Once upon a time her voice soothed him, her lyrical tunes filled his heart with joy. Now she was a stranger cutting him down every chance she got. He walked around the couch and saw the open bags of chips and cookies. Empty jug sized wine bottles were scattered about as well.
“You can’t even look at me Mia?” Eric asked.
Mia blinked slowly and moved her eyes from the TV to Eric and back to the TV again.
“You can’t keep me from her Mia. I will see her again,” Eric threatened.
Mia jumped up from the couch and turned to face Eric with a wild look in her eyes.
“She’s my child Eric. Not. Yours. Never. Yours.” Mia’s shoulders heaved in and out and she wiped saliva from the side of her mouth. She surprised herself with her rage but didn’t bother to explain it away.
“If you ever try to see my daughter again, I will kill you. Now get the fuck out and don’t come back,” Mia growled. Her bloodshot eyes stared Eric down. Eric bit his bottom lip and the taste of blood reminded him what would happen next if he stayed in the same room as Mia. He nodded slowly then turned around, walked down the hallway and out the front door.
When he closed the door, Mia turned around and sat back on the couch. She resumed her smoke session and stared in a trance at the video of her former self.
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