The Bitterness of Hatred

By Thomas L. Kitt

The Bitterness of Hatred - a fictional story but a truth to be told to a convincible reality that can exist.

Full of drama, action, mysterious that will grab and captivate the reader to a ultimate goal that he/she should make in life.

Two brothers - with two separate goals in life. Desires to do what is wrong and the other desire to do what is right. Bitterness drove them two away from each other. And it fed them. But eternal love, the decision between life or death came arose - and love became victorious. A must read - It will make you feel achieved, entertained and changed.

The Bitterness of Hatred is not being written for financial fame, extreme profitable game or power. But in hopes for some of the profits can go toward the Autism Foundation for autistic children. My 11 yr. old son Jeremiah is autistic, I’m quite sure that he and myself would greatly appreciate all financial contribution for purchasing my book, and being greatly entertained. Buy it and see.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798369403587

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Copyright © 2023 by Thomas L. Kitt.

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Rev. date: 07/20/2023

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CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Urinary Frequency, Adult

Urinary frequency means urinating more often than usual. People with urinary frequency urinate at least 8 times in 24 hours, even if they drink a normal amount of fluid. Although they urinate more often than normal, the total amount of urine produced in a day may be normal. Urinary frequency is also called pollakiuria.

What are the causes?

This condition may be caused by:

• A urinary tract infection.

• Obesity.

• Bladder problems, such as bladder stones.

• Caffeine or alcohol.

• Eating food or drinking fluids that irritate the bladder. These include coffee, tea, soda, artificial sweeteners, citrus, tomato-based foods, and chocolate.

• Certain medicines, such as medicines that help the body get rid of extra fluid (diuretics).

• Muscle or nerve weakness.

• Overactive bladder.

• Chronic diabetes.

• Interstitial cystitis.

• In men, problems with the prostate, such as an enlarged prostate.

• In women, pregnancy.

In some cases, the cause may not be known.

What increases the risk?

This condition is more likely to develop in:

• Women who have gone through menopause.

• Men with prostate problems.

It was this force within me that drove me, I fed off of it, I lived by it at times it had became my life source.

From the Author of the Bitterness of Hatred.

Today I’m going to stand up against it, Today I’m going to say no to Bitterness and Hatred and allow love to overwhelm me, Today I’m going to try to start living.

Prologue

William Cain

Afflatus to most that had some type of hope and enthusiasm in life but on this unusually warm and breezeful night of May. Such inspiration of joy was far from him as he just got through listening to Marvin Gaye’s Trouble-Man from his YouTube playlist. He had always felt this way after a kill, his victim gasped and grunted in pain from a knife entry between the upper and lower left ventricle of the rib cage close to the heart. The victim hissed and struggled for breath as air escaped his lungs, as he was falling lifelessly to ground, the victim beggingly stared into the eyes of his killer for mercy only to find that there was none. He reached down and closed the eyes of the victim before walking away, when he got home, he had to get rid of the shoes that he was wearing because of the urine that was displaced upon them from the dead man.

As he stared out of his townhouse apartment window overlooking the bay in Pensacola, Fla., he became lost in his thoughts. He never really enjoyed the kill itself, it was always just a job that he was hired to do and he was good at what he did. It paid very well and it medicated the bitterness of hatred he held within. Everyone around him were losers, they bored him, football games, stock markets. Such pettiness, shallow mindedness, the same shit different day - they should all just go somewhere and kill themselves. He on the other hand was fulfilling his dreams and living out all of his earthly desires, to be or not to be was his final calling and destination in life. As he sat back in his plush apartment waiting for his next kill, he went online and booked a flight to nowhere because nowhere was somewhere to him. He could go anywhere in the world that he wanted to, he had no obligations to no one, because where ever he went he could still get the job done. He had without a doubt, the mind of a tactical killer.

Chapter One

Monday morning again - Fuck! He shouted out to his self, the bed upon which he was sleeping felt so good it had felt at the time better than sex. He didn’t want to get up, it was his stormy Monday and Tuesday was just as bad but as the new lead detective for the Pensacola Police Department that viciously murdered his aunt years ago, Lieutenant NaeAndrae Griffin felt obligated to make a positive change within the racial system of the department and to help fight crime in the community. In efforts to get his morning started he would always bump a little Young-Goth - That’s Law and No Lie by Drae from his red tube I-pad surround sound system. Followed by a hot shower and a strong stiff shot of 100% percent Columbian gold latté coffee, straight to the dome and throughout the rest of his bodily functions a direct caffeine adrenaline shot that was cause him to say - Now that’s just what the fuck I needed. As he was getting dressed in his Armani suit and Prada shoes his phone rang out - I’d rather be with you and all of your bullshit - was the ring tone for his sweet boo thang - Carmella Williams was her name and she was the daughter of Samoina Williams an international hotel tycoon giant, the only female of her kind to ever do it. Carmella was Young Drae pride and joy, a gift from God, whenever he was in pain she knew it and she was there for him just as well as he was there for her - You up already - she said in her sweet angelic voice after Young Drae answered off the second ring - Yes my love and how are you - thanks for calling - Drae answered in sincerity but Carmella was tired of the distance between them and had wanted to get an apartment together - but Drae didn’t want to give up his space nor his freedom even though he loved her dearly - I’m fine Drae, I just hate being away from you - I know Baby Girl but things are going to be different real soon, you just have to be patient - and he was being real about what he was saying it was just that he was struggling with the decision of making a change because he had been living the single life for so long that he found it difficult to give it up - And that’s what I’m trying to do, be patient and strong for the both of us until things do come together - Carmella had responded and then there was a beat of silence between them before she began to finish speaking - Well I’m not going to hold you too long on the phone because I know that you have to go to work I was just calling to make sure that you was up - call me later for lunch or dinner - I love you Drae and have a blessed day Detective Young Drae sniggled at her gesture of love then responded by saying I love you too Baby - then they both hung up their phones. By the time he made it to the office, things were extremely busy - the phones were ringing nonstop - nonsubordinate officers were at his door every five minutes trying to kiss his ass talking about nothing. But the overall problem that stood out to him the most was the department’s average of solved cases that hovered around 50% percent which puts them at a pretty low rate for the city’s homicide squads.

It wasn’t that Drae nor his people weren’t of any good but that him and his fellow co-workers were greatly underpaid, overworked. Not enough people and just plain and simply burned out, his long time homeboy from the hood and fellow student from the academy Dennis Coleman a.k.a. Dirty D was very dear to Drae. D was the only one left alive from the ole neighborhood and now his right hand man in the department. Dennis knocked on his door then entered without being told to come in - What’s up L.T. we got a gutted out John Doe at the Grand Hotel over off of Palafox Street - Oh really, so what are you telling me for? - Drae wasn’t trying to be sarcastic but by him being lead detective, his job scope was to monitor, control and supervise, no more hands on or field work. - I need your help that’s why I’m telling you Drae couldn’t turn his back on him, Dirty D was family to him so he grabbed his Armani jacket and headed for the door then turned and said, - What do you have on the case so far? - Dennis didn’t say anything right off hand because he was greatly enthusiastic to be riding with a real friend. Once they arrived at the crime scene, everything was already taped off and dusted for prints, the body laid sprawled between two buildings side by side. The body was facing upward on its back, eyes closed, lying in a pool of blood Dirty D asked one of the forensic tech in charge - What was the cause of death and were there any fibers collected? the tech responded - The cause of death appears to be from a knife possibly some type of surgical instrument clean and sharp - the technician said as he stooped down to point at the stab and cut wound then continued to speak - The point of entry was between the upper and lower left ventricle of the rib cage close to the heart possibly dying from an collapsed lung that resulted in him suffocating, his pants were also soiled with urine, all fibers and fluids collected so far have already been sent to the lab. Has an identity been made on this guy yet and a possible motive Detective Drae had asked - We’ll going to have to wait until the prints come back before we be able to make an positive identity on this, as far as an motive - the tech. pointed at a tall slender junkie leaning over against the wall - The distinguished young gentleman over there - the tech. was being a smart ass - Said that your dead perk here was dishing out a lot of counterfeit Benjamin’s - Yes that will usually do it, some dope dealer probably came back to collect his money in blood - Dirty D had said then asked - Is there anything else? - Not as of now, I had planned taking the body back to the lab in order to get an autopsy done and shutting things down for now then getting back with you later when have a little bit more something concrete - the tech seriously said Well you go ahead and do that and we’ll finish up here and close things down, meanwhile we’ll have a talk with your so called distinguished young gentlemen over there" - Young Drae had said with a smirk