USMC Captain James Frazier, Sr, was a veteran of the Indochina Wars of 1972, A hero, and a dedicated worker. He had carried mail for the Liberty City postal Service faithfully for 15 years, even when they cut his wages in 1996. He didn't complain, slack off, or even change his attitude towards his bosses. of all the workers that started when he did, he was one of the 4 that stayed after they cut his wages. He was now terminated because of "a lack of work ethic" as they called it, with no unemployment, 6 months from retirement, and they didn't even have the decency to tell him that his wife was the reason it happened. He knew all to well how her jealousy had a tendency to destroy things. But he could not hate her, how could he, when she had given his only son. she was not perfect, but she was still the mother of his child. He drank whiskey as he mourned for all the time he had wasted only to be in the same position he was in 20 years ago. His expression of grief turned to rage as his wife, Maia entered the room. "Honey, I'm sorr-" she started, but was interrupted as a whiskey glass shot across the room and landed against the wall, shattering near where her head was. He knew she would duck. He knew she could only expect so much fury, which he denied himself the ability to show. After 4 days of sitting in the living room, lights out, watching static on the television in silence, expressionless. He finally gave her the reaction she fought for, the reaction she expected. He looked at her with a scowl.
"You f*cking Junkie, Do you even know what you did?" James growled in contempt as Maia sank to the floor, sobbing. He looked at the crumbled figure that was his wife, and began to pity her. "I swear baby, I didn't mean for it to end up like this." Maia said as she sobbed, her heavy Central American accent almost fumbling her explanation. "BULLsh*t." He roared, approaching a conniption. "WHAT THE f*ck DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN?!?!?! YOU TOLD THEM I f*ck OTHER WOMEN WHILE I'M ON MY ROUTE!!!!!" Maia said nothing, looking at him apologetically. She was hiding something, and James knew it. His face went from anger, to disbelief, as he stared at her with widened eyes. It clicked. He had given his time, his wages, and now, apparently someone in the post office had taken his wife. He knew all to well about how the colombian cartel had been moving in their product throughout the mail system in liberty city. Now he knew how she had been getting high all this time. She f*cked one of his bosses.
James' closed his eyes in resignation, and opened them in a pained expression. "Who?" he silently asked. Maia looked at him in an almost confused shock as she rose from the corner. "What are you talking about?" she said, cautiously inching towards the kitchen. James opened his eyes, and with no expression repeated the one worded query, watching her movements. Maia opened her mouth, but paused. "Baby i don't know wh-" He rushed at her, fist clenched, and punched straight through the drywall, just missing her face and stopping her in her tracks. She yelped in fear and began sobbing. "WHICH DICK DID YOU SUCK TO GET THE MUTHAf*ckING COCAINE." He yelled, staring daggers through her tear covered face. "No lo hice....I...I didn't.... Juro por Dios...." she said pausing to catch her breath. he interrupted her with a focused look. "Don't you lie to in the name of god or so help me, bitch......So f*cking help m-"
He stopped himself. closed his eyes and began to let his mind wonder as he pulled his hand from out of the drywall. 'does it matter?' he asked himself, 'why the f*ck does it even matter who she f*cked. I've had been faithful, she had not. even in this moment she is everything to me, but I mean nothing to her, compared to It. I've always been behind cocaine on her priority list.' .He said nothing, but his gaze shot through her with the chill of death itself carrying elements of distraction and focus, His expression angry but exhausted. his eyes almost seemed to etch every bit of pain caused by her constant betrayal and the burden of employment into her soul simultaneously, in a way no amount of words could ever explain. It was then that he made her realize how enslaved they both truly were. But he could stop the cycle. He could make an example out of his slave masters, and make sure his son knew enough to never be what they had become.
He turned around in mid-contemplation as his son, Johnny, entered the house, looking at his mother quickly dry her face, at his father's bleeding knuckles and then at the hole in the wall. James looked at his son with a smile. "Hey workin' man, how was school?"
he said as his son nodded in response to the completely irrelevant question. James Johnathan Frazier Jr was smarter than most at age nine. his father tried to shield him from the harsh realities of their home life, but he knew about his mother's cocaine addiction, and knew how had been fighting about it again. But he knew his father would deflect the topic never admitting any of it. And his mother would only lie about it or blame his father. "I'll go make you both some dinner." she said with fake cheer, forcing a smile onto her face as she slinked from the room. Johnny knew damn well there was not enough food for a meal for three.
Maia looked in the refrigerator. As she expected, there was barely enough food for Johnny, let alone for two adults. She tried to understand what had happened, not the argument but afterwards, the gaze of a dead man, only brought back to life momentarily by his son. She felt a stinging pain in her chest. as if his leer was intended to give her a heart attack. She became fearful for her own life, beginning to think of his expression as that of a murderer. 'What is he going to do to me.' she thought to herself, remembering how many times she had taken him for granted. He had more than enough tools to do away with her. 'If he kills me, I deserve it.' she resigned. As she prepared the dishes for dinner, she imagined the irony of being a coke mule for the Contras, working for Martin Madrazo in her younger years, only to be murdered by the USMC veteran she fell in love with. She began to chuckle, then cry softly.
Johnny walked over and stared at the hole in the wall again. "Dad, are you and mom-" James quickly cut his son's question off with another question, "Sooooo, how would you like to go to work with me today to pick up my check? Go outside and start the car, son." He then gave Johnny the keys and rushed him outside. As he opened the front door, a plate shattered in the kitchen quickly followed by "Dios Mio, No." Maia knew very well what James intended to do......
to be continued..........
stay tuned for part 2, Do Us Part.
James Jonathan Frazier Sr; father of my Gta 5 online character.
Maia Gabriela Luisa Frazier ('nee Modus); Mother of my Gta 5 online character
James Jonathan Frazier Jr (name legally changed to John J Modus); My character in Gta 5 online,
Martin Madrazo ; mentioned in story.