Written from the prospective of Beau from La Rue The Heir are five poems describing his love for Bella La Rue…
Written from the prospective of Beau from La Rue The Heir are five poems describing his love for Bella La Rue…
The Elder’s invitation….
We don’t believe or follow the modern ways of things. We are La Rue. We have our own way. It is the duty of a La Rue to carry on the Legacy, heritage and traditions of our tribe. You will be required to add on to our legend and advance the legacy of our story to the next generation to come. Once you set about this course there is no turning back. Welcome to the tribe..
Death, pain and regrets
I opened the door to my apartment to see Calvin of all people at my door. I knew by the expression on his face he didn’t know. He just came over for some reason different.
“What’s up?! This is surprising.” I said in a calm voice.
Calvin still flinched at my tone. “Sorry, is something wrong. I came over because I got your present early and I had to give it to you. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”
He came over to give me a early birthday gift. Damn. That was Calvin. I shrugged. “I got a bit of sudden bad news. Come in. What’s in the box?” I asked turning walking back inside to sit at my couch.
Calvin frowned but came in and started looking around and then was smiling again in excitement. He sat the box down near my wide screen and started opening it up and took out a record player.
“What. Ah Cal I-” I went silent as he got out a signed record album of Purple Rain.
“Happy Birthday bro. I bet you don’t have one autographed by the legend.” He said not looking at me as he hooked it up and put it.
I sat back. I closed my eyes as the music came on. My hands still hurt but the pain and person who I beat was distant minor annoying memory.”
“Beau?! Your hands-“
“I found out my Dad died today. He had been killed by husband of woman he was having sex with.” I said.
“You want me to turn it off.” Calvin asked.
I patted the seat next to me. “Sit with me my friend. You just made the day less bitter and strange.”
Calvin was quiet as he came over and sat down with me. He didn’t say anything. He just sat with me and listened.
I finally looked at him to see him as closed nodding to himself. “He’s the best isn’t he?”
Calvin nodded. “Yeah. An amazing artist. Is the whole album like this?”
I smiled. “Yeah. Well at least to me. Though I have to warn you Prince does it saucy.”
Calvin gave me a look. “Even now you can’t stop ridding me on about being a Christian. Can’t you take one day off?”
I shook my head. “Nope. It’s funny to me. Thank you for the birthday gift. I think Rafael would have liked you.”
Calvin looked sad at the mention of him but he shrugged. “Everybody likes me if they have good sense of taste. I’m a likeable guy.”
I nodded in agreement. “A likeable guy and great best friend.” I said.
“About time you realized that.” He said with a warm grin.
I felt it. That feeling I had with Rafael that day we sang together for the first and only time. It was different in this context though. It didn’t feel strange. I just felt right. Calvin was my family now. Probably the only real person that bothered to see me like my grandfather did and the second person I could connect to like my father. It was fitting I lost a friend today, I lost my father for the second time but I gained a brother and a real friend at the same time.
Meeting Anna Marie Martin….
“What the hell am I doing?”
I sat in the tiny Café in the middle of the city of Paris France and thought it finally. This was really going overboard in my research.
“Your meeting your grandmother for lunch in Paris. Why do you have to over think everything?”
I turned to Calvin Deckwood who sat beside me sipping coffee and looking outside the glass window to stare outside at the city like a first time tourist. He was smiling and enjoying himself and totally relaxed though a few hours ago he hadn’t known I would ask him to go with me to Paris to see my Nanny.
I smiled at his easy going profile. Calvin was a semi close friend of mean. Matthew’s being my best. I asked Matthews first to come with me but he had been busy and said he couldn’t make it. Calvin had been busy but he brushed it off just because….I smiled that was Calvin.
I looked up and got to my feet as a beautiful lady in a white dress and hat approached me. I noticed she wasn’t alone another lady was with her as well a friend maybe. Anna’s eyes had tears in them.
Calvin stood beside me and gave me a little push. “Give a hug.” He said.
I laughed and went over to her and hugged her. She laughed and cried on my shoulder. I couldn’t help laughing. Though I didn’t know the reason.
It was some time later that we all finally sat down. Anna was red eyed but happy. She looked at Calvin. “Who is your friend Puppy?”
I smiled glancing at Calvin. “He’s my…brother. My best friend. Calvin Deckwood.”
Calvin grinned. “Look at you. I wouldn’t have missed this moment for nothing.”
“What moment?!” I asked him frowning.
“Seeing you this happy. It was well worth the long flight over.” He said.
“Your full it.” I told him.
Calvin waved away my stare. “Talk to your grandmother. You won’t ruin my mood.” He said again looking out the window.
I turned to Anna whose eyes were lite with emusment. “It’s been a long time coming huh?”
Anna nodded. “I am thankful your father finally allowed us to meet.” She said.
I glanced at Calvin. He gaze was averted but he frowned sharing my thoughts. Rafael was being Rafael. I glanced back to Anna but her friend was watching my face.
I noticed her. She was of an age like Anna and just as beautiful. They sat close together and I noticed only because I had associates and been around women that moved in a certain way. I glanced at Calvin who was looking at me.
“What’s up with you?” He asked.
“Nothing. Well. Nanny. Whose your lovely friend?” I asked her.
Anna frowned between Calvin and I. “She’s my partner. Marlina Bernard.”
I glanced at Calvin to him staring at me. “Okay. You need to relax. I’m going to take a walk around the city. Spend some time with your grandmother.” He said and turned to Marlina. “Miss Bernard. Would you do me the honor to walk around with me while my nervous friend has a talk with grandmother.” He said holding out his hand as he rose from his seat.
Marlina’s eyes lit with understanding and she smiled raising to her feet. I watched them leave and looked at Anna’s warm eyes. “Sorry about my behavior. I don’t have a problem with your sexual preference it’s Calvin. He’s a Christian and I didn’t know how he would react. I was overally concerned then.” I said.
Anna her head staring at me. “Rafael didn’t mention my partner to you?”
I stared at her. “We only met one time. It was…enough for us to resolve some of our issues. I understand how he is. If I wanted to meet you then I would accept you as you are. I came to him for a favor.”
“You and your friend are very close, yes.” Anna asked.
“He’s my best friend. He’s the person that suggested I meet with Rafael and I’m thankful to him. I finally understood Rafael after meeting him.” I told him.
Some of the brightness in her eyes faded. She shook her head. “You love him.”
I shook my head. “Not like that.. Calvin and I are just close friends.”
Anna shook her head. “You love Rafael.”
I didn’t know how to answer that question. I shrugged. “I don’t hate him anymore.”
Anna sighed and took my hands. “I know. I know. But, live your life. Your not him. I’m just grateful you two resolved your issues.”
I smiled but said nothing because though I didn’t have the anger for him. I still wished for what could have happened for what more, I could have said. I wish I could still understand him and made an impact on him.
The one thing we had in common….
Five years ago
I walked into the night club’s private room to see Rafael St. Martin was with two females in short pink and black dresses with cheap make up on and high heels. They looked like hockers. Though I would also have bet money that they were just some females he just picked up from the club to have the honor with sitting in his presence. The man had that presense about him.
I could see a shadow of resemblance between us. It was faint around the eyes otherwise we looked nothing a like. I stared at him. “I need to speak with you alone. I only need a moment of your time.”
Rafael rolled his eyes like he knew what I was going to ask him. All likely hood he didn’t. I was several standard digits above his intelligence and it wasn’t going to be a typical conversation.
“You want some type of closer or a chance to tell me off for all the years I missed raising then you can-“
“You have a very common French last name. I’ve been trying to get in contact with your family to gain some insight on your family for some research I’m doing. I have a possible lead but I need your approval and number to your mother so that I can talk with her.”
Rafael stared at me. “Your trying to connect to my family for a research paper on your family lineage? Is that all or is there some other personal reason?”
“I have questions and wish to find someone who might be able to answer my questions.” I said.
“Questions about me or your other family history?” He asked.
“Both. All I need is her number and name. Then I won’t trouble you again and you can go back to your…life.” I said calmly.
Rafael removed his arms from around the ladies shoulders. “Ladies. I have to talk a bit with my son.”
The ladies got up and left the room closing the door behind them. Rafael stared at me. “You seem a bit shy around the ladies are you gay or just-“
“-I’ve had sex before. I don’t have trouble finding a woman up for having a fun time. All I request is a name and number. Sir.”
Rafael smiled slowly and waved me to a seat to his right on the couch. I sighed and came over and sat down. We stared at each other.
“Why don’t you really ask me what your dying to know? Be honest.” He said.
He was playing a game. He had no intention on giving me a simple damn number and name. Even this was to much for him to do.
“Your a liar. I want to know why your such a degenerate loser. Your what forty-one now and still a chasing after dreams of living the lifestyle of a rocker sleeping with easy girls and stupid women.”
Rafael grinned. “Oh. Your an artist and an alpha to like your old man. Your thinking you’ll end up like me one day. So your trying to avoid it by researching where I went bad growing up. I didn’t I was born this way and your mother knew it she just thought she could change me. She couldn’t. I am what I am. Just like you are what you are. Son.”
I stared at him.
He raised an eye brow. “You still want your Nanny’s number?”
“Yes. It’s the whole reason I came here. Are you asking for money?”
“Two grand, Sonny and I’ll even let her know your calling her. She’s been waiting years to hear from you.”
I reached in my wallet and got the money. I heard purple rain play on the speaker system. Prince’s voice flowed into the room. I allowed myself a moment to enjoy the song and the voice of my idol.
I got the money out and put it on the table and sat back waiting for him. Rafael took the money and got a notepad and pen from his suit jacket and started writing.
“I remember the first time I heard this song. It did the same thing for me. It was was….”
“Magic.” I finished and closed my eyes and started to hmm.
*I never meant to cause you any trouble….” Rafael sang.
*I never meant cause you any pain… I only want to see you laughing in the purple rain.”
“Purple Rain, purple rain.” We sang together.
It was….it was the strangest saddest and beautiful moment I had with anyone in my life. It was in that moment I realized. Why my genius so serious mother loved this man once in her life…