The Finale Page 11

  Lisa tied a brown leather belt around her arm and began to slap her inner arm with two fingers, desperately searching for a vein. As the tears of guilt streamed down her face, she looked at the heroin-filled needle on the sink and reached for it. She hated that she had this terrible habit, but it called for her. She wasn’t shooting up to get high anymore; she was doing it to feel better. She needed the drug. She tried to resist it, but the drug called out to her more and more. When she wasn’t high, she was sick and in tremendous pain, and her body fiended for it.

  She injected the dope into her vein and a warm sensation traveled up her arm. The tears seemed to stop instantly, and her frail body slowly slumped to the floor, her eyes staring up into space. All of Lisa’s emotions and her negative thoughts slowly escaped her mind as she began to smirk. She could not shake this habit that a former boyfriend had introduced her to, and her weekend binges eventually became an addiction.Her addiction affected her life, as well as her daughter’s. All of her welfare checks sponsored the local dope man’s chrome rims, ice, and pocket money.

  Her life started going downhill after the death of Raymond Parks, better known as Ray. It was 1982, the era of pimping. Lisa was fifteen when she met Ray, who was twenty-one at the time and a known pimp in the area. Ray approached Lisa while she was walking to the store. He pulled up and slyly said, “Hey, sweetness. Wanna ride?”

  Lisa paid him no mind and kept walking. She started switching her ass a little harder while walking, knowing she had an audience. She pretended not to be flattered by the older man and flipped her sandy-brown hair.

  Ray parked his long Cadillac at the corner and stepped his shiny gators onto the streets of Queens. He took his time and eventually caught up with the thick young woman with hazel eyes. He slid in front of Lisa, blocking her path.

  “Hello, beautiful. My name is Raymond, but my friends call me Ray. I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I didn’t take the time out to meet you.” Ray stuck out his hand and offered a handshake.

  Lisa looked up and saw a tall, lean, brown-skinned young man. She couldn’t stop her lips from spreading, and she unleashed her pretty smile. She shook his hand and said with a shaky voice, “I’m Lisa.”

  Raymond smiled and stared into her eyes. Lisa stared back, and her eyes couldn’t seem to leave his. He knew he had her when he saw that all too familiar look in her eyes. He asked in a smooth, calm voice, “Can I take you out sometime?”

  “My mama might not like that.”

  Ray smiled. “Just let me handle her. So, can I take you out sometime or what?”

  Lisa blushed. “Yeah, I guess that’ll be all right.”

  Raymond gave her his number and asked her how old she was. Lisa told him that she was only fifteen. Ray’s facial expression dropped, disappointed to know she was so young. He didn’t usually approach girls her age, but she had an adult body and was by far the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He grabbed her hand, looked at her, and told her to give him a call so he could pick her up later that day.

  Lisa watched Ray get into his car and pull off. She couldn’t stop smiling to herself as she continued to walk to the store. He was a fly brother. I hope my momma let me go. She hurried to the store so she could get home and call Ray. She knew that it would take a miracle for her to get her mother’s approval, but as fine as Ray was, she was definitely going to try.

  Lisa called Ray later that evening, and an hour later he was at her front door with a dozen roses in each hand. Lisa’s mother answered the door and was impressed by the well-dressed young man that stood before her. She noticed he wasn’t around Lisa’s age and became skeptical about letting him in.

  Ray sensed the vibe and quickly worked his magic. He handed the flowers to her and took off his hat to show respect.

  Ray didn’t get to take Lisa out that night. He and Lisa’s mother talked, and he charmed her for hours. He barely spoke to Lisa the entire evening. A professional at sweet-talking, he knew that to get Lisa, he had to get her mother first.

  As the night came to an end, Ray said good-bye to Lisa’s mother and asked if Lisa could walk him to his car. She agreed, and they exited the house.

  Lisa and Ray stood in the driveway. He took her by the hand and said, “I never saw a lady so fly. I want you to be mine . . . eventually. What school do you go to?”

  “McKinley.”

  Ray shook his head then said in a soft voice, “I know where that’s at. I’ll pick you up after school tomorrow, okay?”

  Lisa started to cheese. “Really?”

  He grabbed Lisa’s head, kissed her forehead softly, and whispered, “See you tomorrow.”

  She turned around and entered her mother’s house, and Ray took off as soon as he saw that she got in safely.

  The next day Ray was parked outside of the high school in his Cadillac, waiting for his new “pretty young thang,” as he called her.

  When she got into the car, Ray smiled at her. “Hello, beautiful. How was your day?”

  From that day on, Ray and Lisa were together. He took her on shopping sprees weekly, and she was happy with her man. He never asked for sex and never rushed or pressured her in any way. Lisa wondered why the subject never came up and wondered if he was physically attracted to her. Ray was very much attracted to her, but he’d promised himself he wouldn’t touch her until she was eighteen. He had his hoes and women all over town, so sex was never an issue.

  Lisa knew about his other women and his line of work, but never complained. Ray took care of her and treated her like a queen at all times. Over time, she fell deeply in love with him, and never had a desire to mess with any other man.

  Ray always made sure she had whatever she wanted and that she went to school every day. If she didn’t do well in school, her gifts would stop, so Lisa became a very good student.

  Occasionally Ray would help Lisa’s mother with bills and put food in their refrigerator. Ray had money, real money. He was a pimp with hoes all over the city. He wasn’t the type to put his hands on a woman. He made exceptions for the hoes that played with his chips or disrespected him, but in general, he had mind control over many women, so violence was rarely needed.

  Exactly one month after her eighteenth birthday, Lisa found out she was pregnant with Ray’s child. She couldn’t believe she had gotten knocked up on her first time, but when she told Ray, he was the happiest man on earth. Lisa dropped out of school, and Ray immediately moved her from her mother’s house and into his plush home in the suburbs.

  He used to put his head on Lisa’s stomach every night and tended to her every need. He promised that when he saved up enough money, he would open a business and exit the pimping game.

  Eight months into her pregnancy, Lisa began to become jealous of Ray and all his women, and confronted him about it.Ray reacted in a way that Lisa never saw. He raised his voice and said, “Don’t worry about me and my business! You just have my baby girl and stand by yo’ man!” He stormed out of the house and slammed the front door.

  Lisa felt bad for confronting him and began to cry. She cried for hours because she’d upset the only man she ever loved. Ray was all she knew. She stayed up and waited for his return, but he never came.

  That night Ray went around town to collect his money from his workers. He was upset with himself for raising his voice at Lisa. He’d never yelled at her before, so it was really bothering him.

  He pulled his Cadillac onto York Avenue and saw one of his best workers talking with a heavyset man about to turn a trick. He thought to himself, Make that cheddar, Candy. He decided to wait until Candy finished her business before collecting from her. He sat back in his seat and turned the ignition off, sat back and listened to the smooth sounds of the Isley Brothers and slowly rocked his head.

  He looked back at Candy and noticed that the man and Candy were entering a car parked on the opposite side of the street. Candy was his “bottom bitch.” She always kept cash flowing and never took days off. He smiled. Candy going to make that fool cu
m in thirty seconds.

  Suddenly he saw Candy jump out of the car, spitting and screaming at the man. She walked toward the sidewalk spitting. The man jumped out of the car and started to yell at Candy, and yelled even louder when Candy kept on walking.

  At this point, Ray calmly stepped out of the car and began to head toward her. The man had gotten to Candy and grabbed her and was screaming at the top of his lungs. Ray approached the man from behind and grabbed him. “Relax, relax.”

  “Mind yo’ fucking business, playa. This bitch is trying to juke me out of my money.”

  “Daddy Ray, he pissed in my mouth! He didn’t say shit about pissing. I don’t get down like that.”

  Before Ray could say anything, the man lunged at Candy, slamming her head hard into the brick wall she was leaning on. Ray immediately grabbed the man by the neck and began to choke him. His fingers wrapped tightly around his neck, Ray whispered to him, “Never put your hands on my hoes. If I see you around here again, it’s you and me, youngblood.” Ray released the man, and he dropped to the ground, trying to catch his breath. Ray stood over the man and pulled out a money clip full of cash. “How much did you give her?”

  “Forty. I gave her forty,” the man said, rubbing his neck.

  Ray peeled off two twenties and threw it at the man and told him to get the fuck out of his office. The man took the money and ran to his car and pulled off.

  Ray then turned around to help Candy up. She was lying motionless. He quickly bent down to aid her and noticed she wasn’t breathing. He started to shake her and call her name. “Candy! Candy!” He got no response.

  He gave her mouth to mouth resuscitation, and she began to breathe lightly. He knew he had to get her to the hospital, but he didn’t want to be the one to take her in. It would raise suspicion if a known pimp brought a half-dressed hooker in, barely breathing and battered. He decided to go in her purse to see if he could find a number for someone that she knew, to check her into the hospital.

  As soon as he stuck his hand in her purse, he saw flashing lights and heard a man on a bullhorn telling him to put his hands up. Then another police car pulled up.

  Ray stood up, both of his hands in the air.

  One of the police officers ran to the girl and put his fingers on her neck. He shook his head. The policemen handcuffed Ray and began to read him his rights.

  “Wait, man, you got this all wrong—”

  “Yeah, yeah.” The cop led Ray to this police car.

  Ray began to pull away from him. “Listen, I was helping her. I didn’t—”

  Another cop hit Ray over the head with a billy club. “You got caught red-handed robbing this young lady. People like you make me sick.”

  Ray was too dazed to say anything as the cops put him in the back of the police car. He knew it looked bad for him. He dropped his head and began to pray.

  The prosecutor stood up to give his closing argument. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief then slowly approached the jury. “The man sitting in that defendant chair is a man of no remorse. He killed a seventeen-year-old girl in cold blood. Imagine if that girl was your daughter, your sister, or a beloved neighborhood child.” He paused for effect. He wanted to give the jury time to process what he’d just said.

  He pointed his finger at Ray. “This man is a menace to society and deserves to be punished to the fullest extent of the law. All of the evidence points toward one man, and that man is sitting before us today. That man is Raymond Parks.

  “Nothing can keep our communities safe from this tyrant except a life sentence. The only people who can make that happen are you, the people of the jury. Don’t put another young girl in danger. Put him away for the rest of his life. He was caught over his victim’s dead body, rummaging through her purse, looking for money. He drove this woman’s skull against a brick wall so hard and so violently, her brain hemorrhaged, which ultimately led to her death. How cold-blooded is that? So the prosecution asks of you—no, we beg of you—the jury to sentence this man to a lifetime in prison. Render a guilty verdict and bring justice back to the community. I rest my case.”

  The prosecuting attorney turned and walked back to his seat, a smug grin on his face. He knew he’d just delivered a closing argument that would cripple the defense and win the trial.

  Ray looked back at Lisa and her swollen belly and felt an agonizing pain in his heart. He might spend the rest of his life in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he mouthed the words, “I love you,” to Lisa.

  Lisa looked into Ray’s eyes and began to cry. She knew that the chances were slim for him to get off. She gripped the bench she was sitting on. Please, God, let them find him not guilty. Please . . . I need him, she prayed as the jury deliberated in a private room.

  Half an hour later, the jury returned to the courtroom with the verdict. An overweight old white man stood up and looked into Raymond’s eyes and said, “We, the jury, find the defendant, Raymond J. Parks, guilty of murder in the second degree and guilty of strong-armed robbery.”

  Lisa screamed when the verdict was pronounced.

  Ray dropped his head as the guards came over to escort him out of the courtroom. He looked at his attorney. “That’s it? You said you could beat this case. I’m innocent, man. I’m innocent.”

  His attorney looked at him, shrugged his shoulders, and gave a sly smile. “We’ll file an appeal.”

  Ray knew that his chances of winning the appeal would be just as slim as his chances of winning the trial. He looked at Lisa as they carried him out of the courtroom. “I love you,” he mouthed again as the guards handcuffed him.

  Lisa felt so much pain in her heart. She just stood there and watched her only love leave her life. Helpless, she didn’t know what to do. Ray was going to prison, and there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening.

  She was so distraught, she couldn’t control herself. She felt her dress become soaked and thought she had peed on herself. She felt liquid run down her leg and then realized it wasn’t urine. Her water had broken. “I’m going into labor,” she screamed to Ray just as the guards took him from her sight.

  Her mother told her to sit down and then called a guard over for help.

  Later that evening, Tasha Parks was born. It was the worst day of Lisa’s life. The love of her life had been convicted of murder, and ironically, their child was born on the same day.

  Lisa was depressed for months and cried herself to sleep every night with her newborn baby in her arms. Ray left behind a house and some money in the bank, so she supported herself and her daughter with that.

  Lisa visited Ray as soon as they let her. He had grown a beard and walked to the table where a thick glass window separated them. She picked up the phone, and so did Ray. Ray did not have the same look in his eye that he used to have. The sparkle had diminished. Lisa desperately looked, trying to find a piece of the man she had fallen in love with, but it wasn’t there. He had changed. There was no warm feeling in his eyes anymore, only coldness.

  “How are you?” she asked, trying to be supportive.

  Ray shook his head and smiled. “Don’t worry about me. Just make sure you take care of our child. Lisa, I’m gon’ be in here for a long time. I love you, and I want you to always remember that. I’ll love you to the day I die.”

  Lisa noticed his hopeless vibe. It seemed as if he were telling her good-bye forever. “You’re coming home, baby. Your lawyer is gon’ file an appeal, and you’re coming home.”

  Ray had to stop himself from becoming emotional. “That appeal is bullshit, baby. They are going to find me guilty, just like they did this time. That’s even if the judge grants an appeal. Just remember, I love you, and don’t let my baby girl grow up not knowing that I love her too.”

  Lisa looked at their daughter and then at Ray. “Tasha and I need you, Ray. You’re all we got. We need you.” She put her hand on the glass.

  A single tear streamed down Ray’s face. “Tasha? That’s m
y baby girl’s name? Make sure you tell her I love her. Every day, make sure that she knows that.” He arose from his seat, kissed his fingers, and pressed them against the glass. He then began to walk out.

  Lisa gripped the phone tightly and banged it against the glass, “No!” she screamed. “Ray, I love you! I love you!”

  Ray walked back over to the glass and picked up the phone. “I love you, Lisa, but don’t come here again. I don’t want you or my daughter to see me in here. You deserve more. I love you.” With those words, he headed to the cage that would be his home for the rest of his life.

  A few weeks later, Lisa was breast-feeding Tasha when she received a phone call. She felt the floor spinning as she tried to understand the news from the other end. When she was sure she’d heard what the voice said, she dropped the phone and fell to her knees, her baby in the other arm. “No!” she screamed as she cried. Tasha was startled by her mother’s roar and began to cry too.

  Ray had been stabbed fifteen times in the chest by an fellow inmate.

  Lisa sank into a deep depression and moved back home with her mother after Ray’s death. She would go for weeks at a time without talking to anyone or even bathing. She often blamed herself for Ray’s death, believing he wouldn’t have stormed out of the house if she hadn’t confronted him that night. He would have stayed home with me, she often thought to herself.

  Lisa, looking for the same love that Ray had shown her, began to let men manipulate her into doing what they pleased. Any man who dressed nice and approached her had a chance. It became a problem when her mother grew tired of caring for Tasha while Lisa ran the streets.

  Four years after Ray’s death, another death was about to hit Lisa: her mother’s.