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Ice Cold Company

Ice Cold Company

Copyright © 2016 by Penny Tawret

Polar Bear Nation®

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Vitani “Frost” Supinger

“Donnie?” I called out, rapping the usual three times on the frame of her

bedroom door before slowly gathering up bear minimum courage inside

myself to steadily turn the knob. I thankfully sensed and found her as

usual sitting nonchalantly at the edge of her queen sized bed, staring

blankly at the tips of her toes and black toe claws as I slowly stepped in.

“You don’t even have to say a word to me at all, Vitani.” She said, her

eyes still aimlessly fixed to her feet as Wendy and I both sat down and

took a jovial seat next to her. “I already know.” “Huh?” I asked, a little

surprised. Donna nodded slowly in reply. “I’m pretty sure all animals on

this planet by now are familiar with the phrase, ‘you can never cheat a

cheetah’, right?” I nodded. “Well,” She continued. “My dad, if I can call

him that, he was definitely not at all any fucking exception. I caught on

to much of his bullshit way back in the back in the day when Nicky and

I were growing up in Reno. He… he was always that one nigga

everyone was hella suspicious of. All the one night stands and shit he’d

do, along with the numerous rounds of gambling and strip club hopping,

it was only bound to bite him square in the ass one day soon, but

apparently Karma didn’t at all happen to be on our side from that day

forth. Our mama eventually got us immediately the fuck outta dodge

when his crazy ass showed up one day with about three or four niggas

who he said were local contractors of a construction company he owned

downtown, but all soon turned out to be debt collectors out like a buncha

sick ass mosquitoes for his dough and most definitely his blood if his

stupid ass didn’t pay them all in full of what he owed. And now, twelve

years later, here I am; thankful to be in my same cheetah body alive and

free, but still hurting more than a shit’s worth than I can possibly take

and it’s finally beginning to take its toll on me.” “It’s okay, Donnie.” I

said, softly and my heart rapidly began to sink as she buried her feline

face gradually into my shoulder and began to quietly sob. “Believe it or

not, I know just exactly any and all how you feel. I lived in this very

same house from a cub all the way up, and just blatantly tell you, my life

here with the family I had been adopted by to live in most of that by

gone time, was worse than a living fucking cesspool of hell all in itself.

Just about every fucking one of them was a true asshole and a savage,

and I unfortunately didn’t at all figure that out until my mid to late teens;

right before I made my very first suicide attempt at the age of fifteen. I

knew I could not stay with these very aptly named “Underdowns”

another fucking day of my very existence on earth, or I was certainly

damn near sure it was going to be my very fucking last.” I gently placed

a paw under her chin, lovingly coaxing her to stare me straight into my

crystal blue orbs with her golden brown. “I need you to be strong for me

now, Donna, for Mixy, for George and each and every other of the more

than many homies we’ve painstakingly lost and will forever cherish in

our memories. We polar bears along with any other of my fellow Ursas

on earth all each have a special saying for ourselves and loved ones,

‘once a bear, always a bear’. That simply means that no matter what

happens, no matter what kind of utterly ridiculous and vindictive bullshit

all them niggas may put us through, I’ll still have your back always no

matter what; until the day the very earth itself comes to a full on stand

still.” She wrapped her plump arms more than caressingly around me in

return and delivered one of the biggest bear hugs I think I could ever say

I’ve seen from a cheetah even her round and voluptuous size. “Thank

you, Frosty.” She uttered in a low whisper that sent warm tingles down

my spine along with her elegant purring. “We’ll always be a hell of a lot

more than your immediate family around here, Donna.” Wendy chimed

in. “Trust and believe that, my sister girl.” Suddenly the moment after

Donna cracked her the usual cheetah smile at her in return, there was an

earsplitting _pow _ originating from somewhere near the living room

downstairs and we all leapt like a bolt of lightning to our feet and raced

down the velvet carpeted stairs to find Taniel, Sekhmet, and Emma

along with the whole rest of the present crew standing around the hella

bloody corpse of a frizzy haired chimpanzee, dressed fully in typical

Dick Tracy style garb and a standard twelve issue Glock 40 placed only

feet from her open and upward facing hand; as if she had just been more

than ready to pop off a cheap shot. I stared up wide eyed at Jenni’s

father, Flint to my right who was just now holstering his own Glock and

breathing rather profusely, as in the midst of an immense struggle.

“What the hell happened here?” I inquired, confused; scanning a little

edgily around the room. “This motherfucker was no doubt a fed spy.

Karen Day by the name of her.” Jenni replied. “She was gonna try and

smoke us out.”


Ice Cold Company

“Donnie?” I called out, rapping the usual three times on the frame of her bedroom door before slowly gathering up bear minimum courage inside myself to steadily turn the knob. I thankfully sensed and found her as usual sitting nonchalantly at the edge of her queen sized bed, staring blankly at the tips of her toes and black toe claws as I slowly stepped in. “You don’t even have to say a word to me at all, Vitani.”

  • ISBN: 9781370129355
  • Author: Penny Tawret
  • Published: 2016-07-26 00:20:06
  • Words: 1015
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