Nemesis Book I

By Tehuti Atum-Ra

Raped beaten and betrayed. Vicki Lane left her quiet, middle-class home in Ocean City, Maryland to live with her sister in the mean streets of Paterson, New Jersey only to learn her sister had been murdered by the very same people who left her for dead. But as fate would have it, Vicki would not die so easily. Rescued by Londell Dixson, a young street thug who nurses her back to health and trains her to be the goddess she was meant to be: The goddess of divine retribution.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tehuti Atum-Ra
• Release date: Mar 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301269273

Tehuti Atum-Ra

Tehuti Atum-Ra is a 52-year-old native of Paterson in New Jersey who, as a youth, spent most of his time hanging in the school’s bathroom getting high and gambling. By the time he was fifteen, he dropped out of the tenth grade and enrolled himself in the mean streets throughout New Jersey and New York where he continued his informal education. Graduating with a degree in stupidity, fate finally caught up with him—receiving a life sentence in New Jersey’s super max, Trenton State Prison.Tehuti attributes his love for writing to the time he spent on a Management Control Unit (MCU) at Trenton State Prison. It was during those years when he realized it was time to grow up by being accountable for his actions. While educating himself, he realized he had found a creative way to occupy his time by writing.Still serving the life sentence he receives for his crime over thirty years ago, Tehuti has just completed his third novel, “Summit Of The Murder Game.”Tehuti’s fiction is written to entertain. Any characters and events in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual person, living or deceased is purely coincidental.

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N E M E S I S

By

Tehuti Atum-Ra

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NEMESIS

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Chapter 1

Londell had just turned the corner on Market Street when the four-thirty bus pulled up to the curb. The doors swung open even before coming to a complete stop. The first passenger to exit was a tall, attractive, dark, brown-skinned woman. He watched her with an admiring eye as she stood at the curb as if waiting for the bus to pull off. Before passing her, he slowed his pace to get a better look. That’s when he noticed her eyes. Hazel in color, they were as beautiful as she was. About his own age, give a year, or two, she was one of the finest women he had even seen he thought before turning into a small Pizzeria.

After the bus pulled off, she was still standing at the curb. Almost as if she was unsure which way to go. Looking up and down the street, she raised an open palm to her brow shielding her eyes from the beaming noon-day sun. Ultimately, she made a decision and proceeded down the street lugging a large, old suitcase until the pleasant scent of hot cheese and freshly baked bread filled the air. Moments later, she found herself standing in front of a small pizzeria called DeAngello’s.

On her way in, she passed a small group of Latino men who were standing in front of the shop, chatting in what appeared to be, Spanish. It never occurred to her that the group of men had stopped in the midst of their conversation to admire her body while whispering lewd comments in Spanish.

Vicki Lane had come to New Jersey from a small town in Maryland. Where she and her sister Vanessa, who was a few years older, were born and raised by two strict, bit loving parents.

Coming from a religious background, Vicki was considered the good child. Unlike her sister, Vanessa, who, as a young girl in a small, quiet community of god fearing people, was considered wild and loose by everyone who knew her.

Vicki’s parents, however, had absolutely no idea Vanessa had gone astray. But people talk, and as such, word of Vicki’s sister’s promiscuities manage to find its way to her parents forcing their father to tighten the rope of his household rules even more so.

Vicki knew her sister would not be able to take too much more of the restrictions their father had imposed. So it came to no surprise to Vicki when her sister left at the tender age of sixteen. As a result, Vicki’s father vowed he would no longer have anything to do with his oldest daughter. Forbidding Vicki and his wife to see or talk to her as long as they resided in his home. As far as he was concern, Vanessa was no longer his daughter.

Vicki loved her sister and always resented the fact that she had been forbidden to see or speak to her. Even though they were like night and day, she and her sister were very close. Having been born two years apart, Vicki looked up to her big sister. After all, Vanessa had managed to do all the things Vicki had only dreamt of doing.

Seven years had passed since she last saw, or heard from her sister. Now twenty-one, Vicki worked at a dead-end job, in a fast-food restaurant as a cashier. While still living under the strict rules of her father with no foresight of leaving anytime soon, she was becoming bored with each passing day. For the most part, she saw her life going nowhere, fast. That is, until one day she had the pleasure of running into, Phyllis, one of her sister’s old girlfriends.

Phyllis had been in town visiting family when Vicki spoke to her. According to Phyllis, she had seen Vanessa not too long ago. Apparently they both were now residing in a town called Paterson in northern New Jersey.

After obtaining Vanessa’s address, Vicki made up her mind to leave home and go stay with her sister. Even though she had not seen or heard from Vanessa in over seven years, she was sure Vanessa would take her in. But first, she had to think of a way to tell her parents without hurting them. Giving it considerable thought, she finally came up with a plan that would alleviate her guilt.

After a night out on the town with some of her girlfriends, Vicki intentionally broke curfew. Her father, who had forbidden her to stay out after midnight, was waiting up for her when she returned home.

What seemed like hours of yelling, her father finally said what she had been waiting to hear, If you cannot abide by the rules of this house, then I suggest you find someplace else to live.

That night, Vicki packed her things in an old suitcase and waited quietly in her room for first-light. When dawn finally broke and her father left the house for work. Vicki made her move. After withdrawing all of her savings, she then rushed back home and explained to her mother it was time she moved out on her own. Tell daddy I love him, she told her mother just before kissing her good-bye. As Vicki got into the cab, she could still hear her mother sobbing in a painful fit.

Where to, Miss? the cab driver had asked.

The bus-station, she had replied while wiping tears from her slanted, hazel eyes with the back of her hand. As the driver pulled off, Vicki glanced back at the small yellow house she had always called home, and saw her mother standing in the window, watching.

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When Vicki stepped up to the counter, a short, over-weight Latino man wearing a tomato-sauce splattered apron approached with a friendly smile. What can I get you, Miss? he politely asked.

Sitting her suitcase down, Vicki told him she would have a slice of pizza with extra cheese, and a small coke. The sweaty waiter nodded before walking off.

As she patiently awaiting her order, she casually looked around. The small pizzeria was all but empty except for two patrons, a young, light-skinned black male with exceptionally huge lips and a cold gaze that made Vicki quickly look away and a strange looking Caucasian nerd. Both men sat at separate tables eating alone.

When the waiter returned with Vicki’s order, he asked, Is that to go, Miss.?

No, she said, handing him a five dollar bill. Without waiting for her change, she took her order to one of the tables in back then returned to the counter for her suitcase and change. Do you have a phone-book I can use? she asked.

The waiter apologized for not having one available and suggested she try dialing, 411. She thanked him and proceeded back to her table with her suitcase and change.

Once she had finish eating, she stood, reached into the back pocket of her ultra tight jeans and pulled out some coins while heading towards a pay-phone that was stationed on the wall a few feet from her table.

She dialed information for the number to DMV Cab Company. Once she had the number, she rushed passed the young, black male’s table to get to the strange looking nerd’s table. Excuse me, Sir. Do you know the address to this place? I’m trying to call a cab.

With a piece of cheese hanging from his mouth, he nervously spoke up. Yes. This is D’Angello’s Pizza Place, he said. Adding, I treat myself here every Friday at the same time.

That’s nice, Vicki said before rushing back to the phone. As soon as she gave the cab company her location. She grabbed her suitcase and headed for the door.

On her way out, she bumped into a young Latino male. When her suitcase hit the ground, it burst open and all of her personals fell out. Vicki immediately apologized while stooping to gather up her things. Instead of giving her a hand, the young Latino stood over her frowning. Watch it! Stupid, clumsy bitch! he spat in broken English before stepping over her things on his way into the small pizzeria.

Hurt and embarrassed, Vicki quickly gathered her things together and decided to wait for her cab on the other side of the street.

Just as she was about to cross the street the strange looking nerd she had met inside the pizzeria, approached her. I saw what happened and I think I should warn you that you’re being sit-up, he spoke almost in a whisper while nervously glancing back at the pizzeria.

What?

That guy who bumped into you? He’s sitting you up to be ripped off while you were putting your things back into your suitcase. I saw him getting a good look, trying to see if you had anything of value. It’s an old trick. I see it all the time. Vicki began looking around apprehensively. You’re new in town?

Yeah, but my cab should be here any minute now.

Well... I strongly suggest you don’t stay in this area too long. If I can tell you’re not from around here, so can everyone else, he paused for a moment. Look...you seem like a nice enough girl. Why don’t you let me drop you off wherever you want to go?

Thanks, but... Vicki was about to decline his offer, but when she glanced back at the pizzeria and saw the light- skinned youth with the huge lips and cold gaze watching. She became extremely scared. He was now standing outside of the pizzeria directly behind her, watching. Once again, Vicki quickly looked away and began fumbling in her pant pocket until she finally pulled out a small piece of paper. Can you please tell me how far this address is from here? she asked, showing the man the address on the slip of paper.

Squinting while looking at the piece of paper, he pulled out a pair of Clark Kent proscription glasses and put them on. Sure, he said, taking the piece of paper from her. He held it up and said, That’s 12th Avenue, right?

Yeah, 12th and Gram. You know where it is?

He looked around and said, Well... yeah. It’s about five blocks north from here. You go east until you run into Gram Avenue. That is, if you don’t mind walking about twenty-five blocks east from here?

Vicki frowned at the idea of having to walk such a distance. My offer still stands, but you have to make up your mind, now. This is a very bad area and I don’t like being here any longer than I have to be.

Tired and frustrated, Vicki took the stranger up on his offer.

As they drove, he began asking Vicki all sorts of questions. Where she was from, whose address was on the slip of paper, and how long was she planning on staying in town?

Without giving his questions a second thought, Vicki eagerly answered every question posed on the mere premise that he was just making conversation. The thought of his questions being just a little too personal, never crossed her mind.

Having grown up in a small, racially integrated community, the only strangers Vicki had been taught to be fearful of were that of her own people. Back youths being portrayed day after day by the media as vicious animals. It never occurred to her, or her parents, that what they were actually witnessing was a form of Racism.

For Vicki, it was easier to just accept, than question the obvious. Having been lead to believe her own people were bad. She naturally thought the opposite was true. That all none black were inherently decent and naturally kind. And why should she have any reason to believe otherwise? After all, she had never witnessed young whites being dragged to a police vehicle in handcuffs. Even if she had, it was extremely rare.

It was not until Vicki noticed her kind stranger eyeing her strangely before realizing they were not heading eastward. Why we going north? she immediately asked.

I have to make a quick stop. You don’t mind, do you, he asked while staring at her breast. Vicki couldn’t help noticing how anxiously and nervous he appeared. She also noticed beads of sweat forming on his receding hair-lined forehead. She was beginning to get the feeling that she had made a big mistake in accepting the ride.

You know, you’re very pretty for a black girl, he said, as if trying to make conversation.

Not sure whether to thank, or slap him. Vicki forced a nervous smile, hoping that was the extent of his weak attempt in a compliment.

Even your eyes, he continued. They’re unusually beautiful. What color are they? I’ve never seen eyes on a black girl quite that beautiful.

As he continued rambling on, Vicki was preoccupied wondering where they were. When she noticed him pulling onto a dead-end street, she quickly yelled, Where the hell are we going?

Without answering her question, he pulled in back of an old abandon factory building and stopped.

Vicki tried unsuccessfully not to show it, but she was really scared. I asked you a question, she yelled at him again. Where the hell are we!

Still staring at her breast, he eased next to her and put his hand around her shoulder while the other rested on her inner thigh.

HEYYY! What the hell you think you doin’? she nervously yelled.

Don’t play like you haven’t done this sort of thing before, bitch. I know how you black chicks love to be fondled behind closed doors. You can’t wait to get it. As he moved in closer to try and kiss her, she slapped him so hard it left a red imprint of her palm on the side of his face.

Before he had a chance to recover from the blow, she tried to get out of the van, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.

You dirty black bitch, he shouted with rage.

Vicki struggled relentlessly until she felt a crushing blow to her abdominal that took all the wind out of her. Unable to breathe, she moaned in pain while clinching her stomach with both hands. If you try that one more time, I’ll break your freaking neck! he said with his hand wrapped tightly around her throat while pulling her face close to his.

Please, Vicki managed to cry out between gaps of breath. Just let me go. I promise I won’t tell. I promise.

She desperately looked around for someone to help her, but there was no one in sight. Her captor had obviously done this sort of thing before. The dead-end street he had taken her onto was completely deserted. There was nothing but abandoned factory building on both sides of the street. Obviously he knew, no one had any reason, what so ever, to travel down an abandoned, industrialize, and dead-end street.

Vicki knew she was about to be raped if she didn’t do something to prevent it. But what could she do? Having never experienced such an ordeal, she was completely lacking in any innovative ideas.

When his right hand began easing underneath her halter top, she grabbed it, stopping him from proceeding any further. This, however, angered him more. With one hand, he viciously choked her while fondling her breast with the other.

She tried to scream, but nothing came out except a weak attempt at sound. As she began to feel herself losing consciousness, she tried to remove his hand from around her throat. I can’t breathe! the muffled words managed to escape from her lips.

But, he just tightened his grip around her neck and began licking her face ravenously. It was at that very moment she made a conscious decision. It would probably be in her best interest to stop struggling; a decision that proved to be correct.

The moment she stopped struggling, he slowly released his grip from around her neck while slobbering all over her face and exposed breast.

Angry, ashamed and humiliated, tears of rage began storming down the side of her face as she laid there with her eyes clinched tightly shut. She tried to block-out what was happening to her, but the grunting noises he was making while slurping at her breast, would not allow her to.

She couldn’t believe what was happening to her. It was a nightmare. A nightmare she was unable to awaken from.

Not long before she began feeling his hands fumbling with the front of her jeans, she opened her eyes and saw something she did not expect to see.

Instead of finding a vicious animal raping her, she found a pathetic little nerd of a man with his entire mouth covering half of her right breast. At that moment, something from deep within emerged sending an electrical shock of rage throughout her senses like a sleeper that just awakened. Before Vicki realized what she had done, she had kneed the rapist in his mid-section and kicked him up against the driver’s side door. The door flew opened and the rapist fell out of the van backwards.

Instead of using what appeared to be the perfect opportunity to get away. She lunged out of the van head first on top of him. Like a vicious cat, she clawed at his face in an attempt to separate skin from muscle, and muscle from