Say Hello to the Broken-Hearted by Dervan Brown Page B

of this!” She forged, “Your father had left us when you were just two years old and I have struggled hard to keep this family together since, and as there is a heaven and a God, I will not allow you to destroy it. This is not the son I raised. I don’t know what has gotten into you lately, but you need to stop this nonsense, now!”
    “It is love mother….love has gotten into me.”
    “You cannot love your cousin. It is a sin. It’s wrong.” She reiterated.
    “How is it wrong mother?” He asked, “Based on what, the bible or is it that you’re just afraid of what people will say?”
    “This is nothing more than an abomination!” She cursed.
    “Well guess what? I don’t take much of what the bible says anymore and I damn sure don’t care what people have to say!” John uttered in an unapologetic voice.
    “Don’t you raise your voice at me boy ! His mother exclaimed, “I am going to inform your father of this matter!”
    “And what difference will it make?” He subtly asked.
    “If I can’t talk some sense into you, well maybe he can”
    “I seriously doubt that. Maybe if he was here I would have known who my family was and this wouldn’t be happening.”
    “He left for a good reason.” His mother claimed.
    “That’s not my pr erogative and now that I think about it, I’m glad he did.” John audaciously asserted.
    “Listen to me child…”
    “No! You listen!” John forcefully interjected, “I am not a child. Stop treating me like one. I am sick and tired of it! Secondly, there is nothing, absolutely nothing you can do to separate me and Karla.” John boldly declared and stared into each one of them eyes to make sure that they had heard him loud and clear.
    “You are dismissed!” She cursed.
    He nodded and walked to the entrance of the passage to this room and on existing he announced,
    “ I’ll have you know, Karla Steelburg, my cousin by blood, is carrying my child.”
     
    His mother felt for the chair behind her and eased the pressure off her shaking feeble legs. They were struck dumb. Words are not enough to bring to life the shocking disbelief that shaded their faces and evoked a provocative tension in the living quarters.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 15
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The dark night waited patiently alongside the camouflaged three striped snipers for the break of dawn. The synchronized watch the Major wore on his left wrist signaled 17:99 hours.
    “Stinger do you have a shot?”
    “Target on lock Major, waiting for command.”
    “Good, do not blink until I give the word and the target is eliminated.”
    “Copy Major.”
    General Gibson sat behind his desk with closed eyes. His screwed and wrinkled face displayed an angry preoccupancy. More t han likely it was war that manifested his thoughts. A bloody massacre in concept. Efforts for an up close shot of the General would have been futile. They all would have been captured and killed, execution style.
     
    17:99:55
    “Five, four, three, two, one---fire!”
    “Shit! You missed!” Major blurted.
    “That’s impossible!”
    “Well you just made the impossible possible.”
    “It must have been the wind! Stinger accused.
    “Shit! They have been alerted. They know we are here.” The tremor in his voice was vivid through the radio in his ear, “God Squad fall back! The enemy knows we are here.”
    It was one mile from the compass of the rifle to the wooden four compartment cabin. The wind was uneasy and it took careful precision garnered from y ears of training and experiences from previous war to obtain a fairly steady aim to the head. Today the general had only luck on his side.
    “General Gibson, there!” The soldier pointed to the random scattering of birds in the forest.
    “Go now, search the perimeter, eliminate them, and bring back the heads.” The General commanded and the soldiers emptied the arsenal and assembled their armor.