Rayqelle's Revenge ---Book 1--- Special Holiday Edition (Ratchet)
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In and out, his long chocolate nightstick plunged against my sugar walls and sent me into one of the strongest orgasms of my whole life. I could feel it in the depths of my soul! I was shaking all over… I never thought that there would ever be a man who could send me into a guaranteed orgasm each and every time he fucked me, yet here he was.
After my epic explosion, I turned Chance around and sat him down on the futon. His dick was hard than a mutha’fucka’! I climbed on top and rode him like I was on a horse at the Kentucky Derby. Chance clenched his teeth together and yelled, “Rayqelle, I’m cummin’! I’m cummin’!” I bounced on his dick even harder; until I could feel him squirt it all inside of me. It was warm and sweet. His body trembled in ecstasy as he leaned forward and laid his head against my breast, holding me tightly until we both drifted off into a deep, deep sleep. Then the phone rang!
CHAPTER 14
The phone rang once, twice, then three times! The phone rang over and over again. It would stop then start right back up again. My grandma use to say, “When a phone rings like that, it can’t be nothin’ but bad news.”
I reached over and grabbed the phone from the nightstand. Chance jumped as I accidentally knocked the alarm clock on the floor.
“Hello? Who the hell…” I answered angrily.
“Rayqelle, it’s me Lynn.” It was one of my baby sisters. From the sound of her voice I knew something was very wrong.
“Girl… what is it? Is Davis alright?” I asked with the sickest feelin’ in the pit of my stomach. I got out of bed trying not to wake Chance.
“He’s gone Qelle! Daddy died in his sleep last night. His heart gave out,” she said almost in a whisper.
I sat down in the chair next to the bed. I was completely knocked off my feet. The tears started to fall down my face. I began to weep; silently at first, and then all at once until it began to be too much to hold in. I dropped the phone as Chance got up and rushed over to me. “Baby, what’s wrong,” he asked as he picked the phone up off of the floor. “Who is this,” he shouted.
“It’s Lynn Chance. My dad died last night. He had a heart attack,” Lynn told Chance as I reached up toward the phone.
“Gimme the phone… lemme talk to my sister,” I said in a soft tone. Chance handed me the phone and placed his hand on my back to comfort me.
“It’s me girl. I’ll be on the first flight I can get! Have you talked to Letah? Does she know?” I asked.
“No… I can’t tell her over the phone. You know how close she was to daddy. I’m just goin tell her that he is sick again and she needs to come home,” Lynn said.
“Alright... I’ll be there tonight. I’ll call you from the airport when I get to San Diego. I love you.”
“I love you too. See you when you get here,” Lynn responded.
I hung up the telephone and fell into Chance’s arms. He held me close as I cried for another hour. I got myself together to go to San Diego. I had to help make arrangements to bury my stepfather. Chance wanted to go with me but I told him that he needed to stay and prepare for his gallery opening. It was too important and he had worked way too hard. He needed to be here. I just told him to come to San Diego in enough time for the funeral. Me and my sisters were gonna need to be alone anyway. Chance hesitantly agreed to meet me in San Diego in a few days, and then he took me to the airport. This was gonna be the first time we had been apart since we met but I had to go.
So, I took one last look into his beautiful face, reached toward him and ran my finger along his right eyebrow as I took a deep breath and touched his face to kiss his lips goodbye.
Later that night when I got to San Diego, I called Chance to let him know my flight had landed and that I would talk to him when I got to the house and got settled. When Letah and Lynn got to the terminal to pick me up, I could tell just by looking at Letah that Lynn had already told her. She sat in the front seat with a blank stare, looking straight ahead with her eyes were glazed over but without tears. Lynn said that Letah hadn’t said a word since she told her. She didn’t say anything the whole way home either. We all just sorta’ sat quietly, feeling each other’s pain. Officer Davis wasn’t even my or Letah’s real father but he was all we had. The pain in Lynn’s face was so evident.
As we arrived at the house, my cell-phone rang. “It must be Chance,” I thought to myself. It was a Chicago area code but I didn’t recognize to number. I answered the call anyway. It was Iesha.
“Hey girl... I just heard the news. I called your house and Chance told about your dad. I’m so sorry. Are you aight’? Is there anything I can do?” Iesha asked in her own sympathetic way.
“No. Just keep us in yo’ prayers. That’s all girl. I’m just so fucked up. I still can’t believe it. He was fine and then…” I said still in shock.
“Yeah, and I think it’s real fucked up that Chance ain’t wit’chu at a time like this. That’s shitty as hell!”, Iesha said.
“What? No! He had to stay behind to prepare for the gallery opening. I told him to stay and just come out here in a few days for the funeral,” I replied correcting Iesha.
“Yeah… whatever! Anyway... I’m here if you need anything. Aight? Do you want me to go by and check on Chance for you? I can make sure he’s eatin’ and takin’ his medication?” Iesha asked. Anytime Iesha offered to do anything for anybody out of the kindness of her stony little heart I always got a cold chill.
“Naw girl. I’ll just be gone a few days then he’s comin’ right out here to be with me. Anyway, he’ll be busy gettin’ ready for the gallery openin’ and he does not like to be bothered while he’s workin’. He’ll be fine,” I said to Iesha hoping that she got message to keep her high yellow ass away from my house while I’m gone. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate the concern but I just didn’t trust her any farther than I could see her.
I hung up the phone and opened the trunk to get my bags out to take them in the house. As soon as I walked through the door I heard a scream come from the kitchen. I dropped everything and quickly ran in to see what was going on. Letah was on her knees cryin’ and screamin’. Lynn was on the floor clutching her chest. She was white as a sheet! I quickly called 911 and tried to keep Lynn conscious until the ambulance got there. She was struggling to breathe and sweatin’ like a pig! When the paramedics arrived they quickly got Lynn stabilized and took her to the hospital. Letah insisted on riding with her in the ambulance. I drove Lynn’s car and met them there.
CHAPTER 15
When I got to the emergency room Letah was talking to the nurse. She told us that they would have to run some test and it could be a while before they knew anything. I put my arms around Letah and we sat down in the waiting room. About an hour later the doctor came out and told us that Lynn had suffered a massive heart attack but she was stable. The doctor also said the she was gonna need an emergency bypass. She had a collapse in one of her major arteries and that she might need a blood transfusion. He asked if we could both donate some of our blood just in case.
“Of course!” I said.
The nurse came out to take us to a room and draw our blood.
“Follow me please,” said the nurse. I walked behind her and was about halfway down the hall before I realized that Letah was still standing in the waiting room. I stopped and turned around.
“Just a moment please,” I said to the nurse. I turned to walk back down the hallway; Letah stood perfectly still as I approached.
“What? What are you doin’? The nurse is waitin’, Lynn is waitin’. What’s the problem?” I asked.
“I can’t,” she said blankly.
“You can’t what? Girl… come on here and quit bein’ a baby. I know you ain’t still scared of needles. It’ll be alright, you’ll just feel a little pinch and that’s it. Come on. Do it for Lynn.” I said, growing more frustrated.
“No! I can’t!” She shouted.
“Why,” I asked. Letah turned away.
“I just can’t! So… stop askin’ me!” Letah shouted loude
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“You selfish little bitch! Our sister is layin’ in that operatin’ room fightin’ for her life, and you can’t? No, wait… You won’t take a little needle stick? It’s always about you ain’t it? You always have been a lil’ self-centered heffa’! I don’t believe you! This is so…” I said as Letah interrupted.
“She can’t have my blood! I’m sick Rayqelle!” Letah shouted!
“Sick how? What? You got a cold or somethin’? What is it? We ain’t got all day!” I demanded.
“Rayqelle I am sick! I have HIV!” Letah shouted again as she broke down into tears.
“What? Oh my God! No, please God? NO!” I said. “What? How? Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked putting my arms around her.
“Please... time is of the essence,” the nurse said from down the hall; unaware of the serious conversion that was taking place.
“Miss Davis, please!” the nurse said again.
“I’ll be right back,” I whispered; kissing Letah’s forehead as I headed back down the brightly lit hallway with the nurse.
“It’ll just be me,” I told the nurse as she led me to the exam room. When I got back to the waiting room Letah was asleep on the stiff vinyl love seat that was neatly situated across from the partitioned nurses’ station.
I sat down quietly, struggling not to wake my little sister as she seemed to sleep so soundly.
CHAPTER 16
Letah was my baby. I remember when Ladybird and Davis brought her home from the hospital and I held her in my arms and fed her. I use to rock her to sleep. She was so precious to me. Now to find out that she’s HIV positive, I couldn’t believe it. Lynn in that operating room about to have open-heart surgery, and Davis was gone. “I just don’t know what to do. I’m an emotional wreck. How do I move forward from here? How do pull myself together enough to be able to bury our father in just two days from now. How am I gonna get through this; especially if Lynn dies. I wont be able to do it, but I gotta be strong for Letah. She’s gonna need me,” I thought looking at her as she peacefully slept.
Me and Letah sat in the waiting room while Lynn was in surgery. It seemed like forever! One hour passed and then another and another… Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes like hours. Then finally there was a knock at the door. It was Dr. Bauer. He had been Lynn’s doctor since she moved to San Diego. He was the best cardiologist in Southern California.
“Miss Davis. Well we’ve done all we can, and now it’s...Well, all we can do is wait and pray for the best. We’ll be moving your sister into recovery. The next twenty-four hours are going to be the most critical,” said Dr. Bauer.
“Well can we see her?” I asked the doctor.
“Sure. She’s heavily sedated though so don’t stay too long. What she needs more than anything is rest,” said the doctor as he moved toward the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, and try to get some rest yourselves.” He added.
“Thank you Dr. Bauer” I said softly, still sitting with Letah asleep on my lap as the doctor left the room and the door closed.
Quietly I prayed. “Dear Lord, it’s me. I know it’s been along time since you’ve heard from me and I know I don’t talk to you as often as I should but, I’m comin’ to you now. Lynn needs yo’ strength. Please touch her Lord and make well again, cuz’ we need her. And please Lord, just lay yo’ hands on Letah. I know they say that there’s no cure for the disease she has, but it’s in yo’ hands.
About ten minutes went by and then I heard a knock at the door.
“Come in, it’s open…” I said softly.
The door opened as a tall, broad figure entered the dimly lit room. I could not make out who it was, but then a deep voice spoke.
“Hey baby... I came as soon as I heard... Come here, I’m gon’ take care of you. Come give yo’ nigga a hug and kiss… Damn! I ain’t seen you in over three years! Girl, you look good!” It was Tico Vega! The depth of his voice shook the room like the aftershock of a Southern California earthquake as I quietly trembled!
“What are you doin’ here Tico?” I asked as my voice shuttered in fear.
“I’m here to take care of my girl. I mean… you still my girl, right? “
Tico asked in a tone that demanded an answer of his liking.
“How did you find me?” I asked him, though I suspected I already knew the answer.
“I called Iesha to see if she knew how to get in touch with you and she told me where you was at.” He said as he moved toward me, touching my cheek with the back of his rough hand. Tico thought he was the shit! He was a tall, stocky built nigga’ with an odd colored bronze skin. His father was Haitian and his mama was a full-blooded Mexican-Indian, which gave him a most unique appearance. His eyes were deep set and slanted. His lips were full, nose was wide and prominent, and his hair was thick, black and wavy. He was a light skinned, funny lookin’ nigga’; kinda’ put you in the mind of Max Julian. The man that played in -The Mack-, and that’s just who he thought he was too. He was really sort of ugly, but he had game like a mutha’fucka. That more than made up for what he lacked in looks. I mean this nigga’ could talk the funk off a skunk! It was just something about him that made all the bitches wanna say “yes!!!” to whatever game he was runnin’. Believe me, I know what I’m talkin’ about, because that’s how he got me.
“Did Iesha also tell you that I was engaged?” I asked.
“Yeah. She told me about some lame ass nigga’. So what? You just needed something to tie you over ‘till I got out. I understand that, but Daddy’s home now.” Tico said as Letah started to wake up.
“My daddy is dead, and so is anything I ever felt for yo’ sorry ass!” I said as my fear slowly turned to anger.
“What’s up Letah?” Tico said touching her hair.
“Nigga don’t touch me! What the fuck is he doin’ here Rayqelle?” Letah shouted as she looked at me with confusion.
“Tico, you gotta go. I want you to leave, now!” I said as I tried to restrain myself from shouting in the hospital. The last thing these white people needed to see was a bunch’a niggas in here clownin’.
“Iesha said you needed me baby. That’s why I’m here,” Tico said as he leaned in to try and kiss me.
“She lied! Now I want you to leave before I go get the police Tico!” I shouted.
“The police? Oh… it’s like dat’ now? What? I ain’t seen you in over three years and this is how you gon’ do me? What? You think you better than me now cuz’ you graduated from college and got’chu a lil’ job? You think you better than me cuz’ you got some punk ass nigga wit a lil’ money payin’ for the pussy?” Tico said as he began to get angry.
“He ain’t ever had to pay for this pussy! You da’ the only nigga that paid fa’ dis,” I said as my anger intensified.
“Yeah. Me and every otha’ mutha’fucka’ you tricked wit’. I pimped you bitch! Did you forget? I gave yo’ pussy a purpose, you were nothin’! Bitch. I made you! I guess you forgot. You just a ho’! I own you. I’m a real balla’. A boss! You ain’t shit without me! You better remember that!!” Tico said pointing his rusty finger in my face that smelled of stale Kool Filtered Kings; his cigarette of choice.
“Get the fuck out Tico!” Letah stood up and screamed as she snatched away from me and rushed toward him.
“Get back bitch,” Tico said as he slapped her to the floor.
“Nigga you ain’t shit! You ain’t never been shit but a liar and a user!” Letah said as she grew more and more out of control.
“Yeah… and I used yo’ ass good didn’t I? I bet’chu ain’t tell Big Sis about that one,” Tico said.
Letah lowered her head as if ashamed. “Oh what? Don’t get quiet on me now. Come on! You mean to tell me Rayqelle don’t know?” Tico asked, looking back and forth from me to Letah, grinning crookedly.
“Know what Tico?” I asked.
“About me and Letah,” Tico said.
“What about you and Letah?” I asked as my stomach tied itself in knots.
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br /> “When you left… as soon you left. This lil’ bitch couldn’t wait to get her mouth around my dick! You couldn’t a been gone more than 24 hours before she had her lil’ hot ass over at my house, fuckin’ my brains out!” Tico said.
“Shut the fuck up Tico! I mean it!” Letah said leaping to her feet.
“What?” I asked in shock.
“I don’t know what the fuck you gettin’ all salty about? You wasn’t givin’ me no pussy anyway. After you got all high and mighty. Started talkin’ bout ‘cho education and how you needed mo’ out of life… you uppity bitch! But that’s o.k, lil’ sis’ stepped right on in and made up for the six months worth’a pussy you shorted me on. She gave it to me good too. Didn’t you baby girl? And in return, I gave you your first taste of some real dick!” Tico smirked and laughed.
“What you gave me was HIV mutha’fucka! You gave me HIV!” Letah screamed at the top of her lungs as she started to weep.
We all stood in silence as the smirk on Tico’s face slid away.
“Bitch! What the fuck you talkin’ about? I ain’t got no fuckin’ HIV! You nasty ho! If you do have it, you ain’t get that shit from me! Lil tramp, you lyin’! You was a ho’ anyway. You was fuckin’ yo’ own daddy!” Tico said shaking his head in stunned disbelief.
“I loved you,” Letah sobbed as tears streamed down her face and I began to tremble.