First it was one, then two, and then four. Earl was a sex-a-holic, dope slinging no good woman banger. After ten years of freedom he had a total of 200 babies out of wedlock. The guy was a savage, his child-support bills were well over three million dollars. Through it all he had his ups and downs, some of his kids loved him and some of them hated him. Earl kept doing Earl until he met his son Little Jimmy. Now at age 8, Earl abandoned Jimmy and before he was born, he dropped Jimmy’s mother off at the hospital and left her there to give birth alone. Little Jimmy’s mother never forgave Earl for this and it almost seemed like Earl’s karma would never catch up to him but it did. It was Father’s Day, 1998, and Jimmy had just graduated. Earl took every dime of his drug money and moved down south with his best concubine to try and run away from his past, but all of Earl’s kids were struggling while big daddy Earl somehow kept smoothing his way out of his duties as a father, but there was something about Little Jimmy.
One night when Earl was asleep he had a dream that Little Jimmy came to visit him on Father’s Day. The dream was so real that he woke up sweating. This was how it started. Even Jimmy’s mother knew there was something special about him. Some how he would appear in places out of nowhere but on the Father’s Day of 1998 the thought of Little Jimmy haunted Earl. He was everywhere. When Earl woke up, he was standing over his bed looking down at him. Earl thought he was losing his mind.
“Did you see him?” Earl said to his concubine.
“See what Earl? What are you talking about?” she replied.
Earl then got up to go take a drive in his car but as soon as he opened the door, Little Jimmy was right there.
“Leave me alone, or I’ll kill you,” Earl screamed.
Shortly after seeing Little Jimmy, Earl turned around and saw his baby girl Shea grabbing his leg.
“Daddy will you play with me?” she said while more of Earl’s kids started to appear.
“Oh God! Help me please!” Earl screamed.
Noticing that he had his motorcycle key in his back pocket he quickly ran in his garage, jumped on his bike, and sped out of the driveway, but the voices were getting louder.
“Daddy come and play with us? Help us? Feed us daddy.”
Earl was losing his mind, he lost his handles on his motorcycle and flipped off then landed head first at an abortion clinic. Laying on the ground bloody and a bit broken up he saw his daughter Cee Cee staring out of the front window of the abortion clinic.
“Cee Cee, help me? Come help daddy up,” Earl said as Cee Cee got closer.
“You remember me daddy, do you want to play with me now daddy?” Cee Cee said getting closer.
Getting closer to Earl, her voice began to change. Earl couldn’t move, all of his aborted children latched on to his soul as he found himself tied to a burning stake.
“Cee Cee, what are you doing?” Earl said watching his daughter’s playing with fire.
It’s play time daddy. They then lit the fire and watched their deadbeat father burn at the stake while they sang songs.
The last thing Earl heard while his body burned was the singing and laughing of his children.
“We love you Daddy,” Little Jimmy said as Earl woke up in a cold sweat.
Realizing that it was all a dream, something changed in Earl. His heart grew three fist larger, he now felt obligated to be a better father and a better man. The next morning he called up everyone of his kids and split every dime he had on them to undo his wrongs. He went to his son Timmy’s graduation and he bought little Jimmy a car. He stopped selling drugs and paid every dollar of back child support and opened up risk free investment accounts for all of his kids. Earl was a changed man, he even went to the women who he forced to have abortions and said sorry. For the rest of his life he lived and served at a rescue mission. He died broke, but left a letter for all of his children to read:
Dear Kids,
I spent the majority of my youth watching people suffer while I lived it up, but I died hoping for a shot at redemption. I cannot undo my wrongs from the past, but I died trying to make the future better for you all. Learn from me and let your dreams guide you to a better world. I’m sorry.
Love,
your father Earl.
The End.
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