by Natavia
Lace gets on the phone. “I loovveeee you Raja!” she slurs into the phone, too. This can’t be happening.
“Lace, listen to me. Call the police. Tell them he kidnapped you and you don’t know where you are!” I tell her.
“Keep those ugly ass glasses on while I beat that pussy up!” Tarae’s simple behind says in the background.
“Damn, you tight. Fuck!” he says.
“Y’all fucking Lace? What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t know him!” I shout into the phone. I’m beyond pissed off.
“OHHHHHHH! SHIT, TARAE!” she moans in my ear.
“Hold those big ass glasses up. Make sure they don’t fall off! Damn your nerd ass sexy as shit!” this fool says to her.
“His dick is soooooo big, Raja!” she moans into the phone.
“I’m fucking y’all up tomorrow. You just wait and see!” I hang up on them. I go into the room and Rico is laughing so hard he is turning red.
“Y’all stress me out!” I say to him. Lace is going to hear my mouth.
Rico
I wake up out my sleep because Raja is screaming and fighting the covers.
“Nooooooo! Greg don’t shoot her! Wake-up Kemira! Please wake-up! Daddy this is all of your fault!” she cries. I have seen some shit but this right here isn’t normal. Raja’s scaring the hell out of me.
“Wake-up Raja!” I say shaking her.
“Get off of me Greg! You killed my sister! Why did you have to kill her?” she says swinging on me with her eyes closed. I shake her and her starts crying harder.
“Shawty, wake yo ass up!” I say to her.
“Blood is everywhere! Blood is everywhere!” she mumbles feeling up and down her body.
“Raja, wake your ass up!” I say smacking her face. Her eyes pops open then she looks at me. She burst into tears hugging me tightly around the neck then she sobs.
“I’m going fucking crazy!” she screams.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask her.
“I keep having nightmares about my sister’s death and they are getting worse! The closer I get to you the more I get them! It’s trying to tell me something,” she cries.
“What do I have to do with it?” I ask curiously.
“You might turn out like him Rico! You might start beating my ass then you might just kill me like he did her. He shot her up in my face then killed himself. My bitch ass daddy left us and if he was there it wouldn’t had happen. My mama needed help with the bills and Greg was the only real income we had. She turned a blind eye to the shit he did. My daddy didn’t even come to my sister’s funeral. I’m scared to love you, Rico! I don’t know if you will leave me for another woman like my daddy did my mama or kill me like Greg did my sister. My sister wasn’t even in love with him though; she was in love with his friend. She was even pregnant by him. They found Bengy’s body in his car with his face blown off. All of that because of love! The shit scares me Rico!” she cries then starts shaking. I honestly was starting to think Raja was just crazy as hell.
“I’m not those niggas though Raja! You can’t keep punishing us from your sister’s love story. Her story isn’t like ours! You keep holding onto that shit! Your nightmares getting worse because you’re letting that theory of us control you more and more. The more you think like that, the more our story going to become that. Let that shit go, Raja! I’m not leaving you for no other broad. I can’t even see that shit. You already know how I feel about my son and I’ll be damned if you have a nigga trying to raise him! You got my back I got yours but your attitude towards me has to change,” I tell her.
“I know Rico, I just want the nightmares to stop! I want to be able to love you freely but something is holding me back,” she says.
“Talk to your father, Raja, since he is the one who planted the seed. If you believe that he is the reason for all of this, talk to him. Want me to beat the nigga’s ass for you? Where he live at?” I ask her wanting to fuck the nigga up. This nigga got my shorty’s head all fucked up.
She wipes her eyes then smile. “I’m going to go talk to him but that’s only if you come with me,” she says.
“Alright girl, damn! You’re going to have me looking at the nigga all funny,” I say and she pushes me laughing.
“Why are you so full of life? You got a mean ass baby mama. Your mama is a crack-whore, you don’t know who your daddy is and you take care of your sister. Oh, and Tarae is your cousin! You have so much on your plate and you are only nineteen, but you still manage to get up to go to school and do whatever it is that you do. Another reason I had an attitude towards you…I envy you sometimes. I wish I had your energy, Rico. You are different than any nigga I know,” she says.
“I don’t know Raja. If shit is meant to happen then it would’ve happened. It wasn’t meant for me to grow up in a two-parent household. It wasn’t meant for me to have a mother who cared for me and my sister. When shit isn’t meant to be it doesn’t happen. I’m not the type to cry over spilled milk. If I can’t fix it or control I don’t worry about the shit!” I tell her.
She hugs me. “What would I do without you?” she asks me.
“I don’t know. I would say go crazy but you crazy anyway!” I say laughing.
“I think I’m going to see my pops one day. He calls me and stops by my moms to see if he would run into me, but I ignore him,” she says.
“I got something I need to tell you,” I say standing up. Might as well get this shit over with because I know she’s going to bitch if she finds out from Lannie or Fashion.
“What is it?” she asks. I’m stuck for a minute because Raja has a new aura about her. Maybe she needed to get shit off her chest. But now she has this calmness about her and I can hear it in her voice. Usually she be like, “What the fuck is it nigga?” I’m not even trying to kill her mood.
“Yo, no bullshit! When I tell you this keep your teeth to yourself. Your bites hurt like shit!” I tell her.
“Okay, I promise! What is it?” she asks me. I start getting nervous. I’m not a nervous type nigga but all niggas fear losing someone they love. I rather have a nigga rob me for my last dollar then have to tell her this shit. That’s because I know I can get my money back but this shit would probably crush her forever. I can lose her for real, but I don’t want her to hear this shit from someone else because it would hurt her more.
“I um…um…fucked Fashion a few days ago,” I blurt out.
“I already know you did! It was bound to happen. I want to slap your ass but like you said ’If you can’t control it then don’t worry about it’,” she says getting up.
“Did you fuck her while we were together?” she asks.
“I swear I didn’t! I didn’t even kiss her!” I tell her.
“How was the sex?” she asks me. Why the fuck do broads want to know that shit?
“Her pussy good but her sex game a little whack,” I say going to my stash in the closet. I needed a blunt because Raja’s lil ass got me nervous.
Raja stares at me with this evil, crazy look. I walk out the room backwards because I don’t want her ass jumping on my back again.
“Why you walking backwards Rico?” she asks me.
“Huh?” I answer.
Then she falls out laughing holding her stomach.
“Rico, I’m not tripping! I know you were thinking about me when you were fucking her! I puts it down on your young ass boo! So of course it was whack!” she says then I smiles. Raja is something else. But I can see past her smile that what I just told her hurts her.
“I’m still not turning around though!” I say. Once I get in the bathroom I sit on the toilet seat with the fan on, rolling up. I light my blunt and take it to the head. This is some new exotic shit. It got purple buds in it and one toke of it has me gone already. They call this shit “Wiz Khalifa” cause of his purple hair and he stay fried up.
My chest starts tightening up and I start wheezing. This shit about to give me an asthma attack. I go in the medicine c
abinet where I keep my pumps at and they are gone. Raja must have gotten rid of my shit when we were beefing with each other.
I go to our room to look in the closet and the drawers and they are all gone. My chest is ready to cave in and I can’t breathe at all. I collapse on the floor trying to catch my breath.
Raja
“Calm down Raja, calm down!” I chant to myself as I cleaned up our mess downstairs. The devil in me almost killed Rico after he told me he fucked Fashion. It was glass all over the floor from where Rico had me against the wall. I wanted to make sure I get it all before I pick Zy up. I hear a thump and I run upstairs.
“Rico, what the fuck you up here doing?” I shout barging into the bedroom. Rico is lying on the floor lips turning blue. I’m on the verge of pissing on myself. I got mad at him when he took Zy for three days. I ended up trashing all of his asthma pumps. Now he’s about to die. I start shaking.
“Hold on baby,” I scream running down the steps tripping over my feet. I go to the basement bathroom pulling shit out the medicine cabinets. I looks under the sink and came up empty. I start crying and shaking.
I just remember he keeps some on top of the fridge. I haven’t thrown those ones out.
I push a chair to the counter climbing up then feeling on top of the fridge. I grab one then jumps down running up the steps.
When I get to the room his breathing is very low. I put the pump in his mouth and start pumping. His chest rises higher then he starts coughing.
“Breathe! Oh my gosh,” I say shaking, about to faint myself.
His breathing starts getting back to normal and I hold his head in my lap.
“I love you!” I tell him. This nigga almost died on me he would’ve without me ever telling him that.
“Love you too shorty! Damn, that was some fire! Whheeewwww weeee! I need get some more of that shit,” this fool says and I shake my head trying to push his head off my lap.
“Naw, let me lay here like this. Play in my hair so I can stare at you. You know you never let a nigga lay his head in your lap,” he says making me laugh. I kiss his lips.
“Remember our first date? The day after I did your sister’s hair you comes back to the shop. I cursed your ass out and told you to leave and you did. Soon as I got off from work you were standing outside asking me did I change my mind. I swear you were a thorn in my ass! But anyways, I found it cute how bad you wanted to take me to the movies. Since that day you’ve been my lil boo thing!” I say smiling, thinking back to our first date.
“Yeah, I remember. Then a week later you was teaching me how to eat your pussy,” he says laughing.
Tarae
I wake up and there is a body next to me. My head is pounding and my mouth is dry. I hear a slight snore then I turn to the right looking right into Lace’s face. She’s cute as hell without those glasses on. I pull the cover down and I’m naked with dry nut on my dick. Lace is naked too and I just remembered we caught a cab to my crib then had drunk sex all night long. Lace rode the fuck out of my ass too! Those nerd girls are all freaks.
I stand up stepping on a wrapper that I never saw before. I pick it up and its lamb-skin condom. I forgot she told me she was allergic to latex. I need to start using lamb skin because you can feel everything like you fucking raw.
I go to the bathroom to piss then take a shower. While I’m in the shower I can hear Lace moving around.
She comes into the bathroom. “Where am I?” she asks.
“Where the hell do you think are Lace?” I ask her, rinsing off. After I was done I steps out in all of my naked glory. She eyes my one eye monster then gasps.
“What’s the matter shorty? You had all this up in you last night! Fuck you scared for?” I ask her. I eyed her swollen pussy and my mouth watered. She wasn’t shaved bald, her hair was neatly trimmed with a thin line of hair going down the middle. I got to be the only nigga who doesn’t like bald pussy. Something about fucking a bald pussy makes it seems like I’m fucking a little girl.
“This is sooooo wrong,” she says clutching the sheet around her body tighter, hiding the pretty view of her swollen lips from the pounding I gave her last night.
“You saying that now, but I will be fucking again soon!” I tell her then she rolls her eyes at me.
“I need to take a shower. I hope you have Dove soap,” she says. I go inside of the medicine cabinet, grabbing a bar of soap. She snatches it from me then grills me.
“Can you get out?” she asks me.
“Damn, it’s like that?” I ask her.
“Why are you such a jerk?” she asks me.
“Why are your damn glasses so big? Why do you snort when you laugh?” I ask her laughing at her. I lift her chin up. “Girl, I’m just fucking with you!” I say walking out.
Usually my pops cooks breakfast around this time when he is home. I walk out my crib to get to his side of the house. I use my key then walks in. I hear laughing and I’m surprised because my pops has never brought a broad home. I was starting to think the nigga was gay or some shit.
“Hey pops, you decent?” I calls out, then that bitch that works with Raja comes into the living room dressed in an apron, a little ass black dress and some stripper heels. This bitch the same height as an Avatar.
“You want some pancakes?” he asked me.
“OH HELL NAW! POPS GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!” I yell. I hope I’m still drunk. Please let this be a dream.
“What’s up son?” he asks me.
“Please tell me this not you,” I say.
“Your mother told me she told you,” he says.
“Told me what?” I ask clenching my fists.
“That bitch set me up,” my pops mumbles.
“What the fuck is this tranny doing in the crib? Fuck this nigga fixing pancakes for?” I ask him.
“Listen son, I didn’t want you find out like this. I’ve been gay before you were even born. Your mama even knows and that’s why we split up. I figure you are older now and you have your own life and I can have mines,” he says.
“Do you want some pancakes or naw?” the tranny asked me. I smacked them right of his hands. “Get the fuck out! Nigga, do it look like I want some fucking pancakes? Get the fuck out!” I shout scaring him.
“Now wait a minute Tarae, that is no way you talk to her! I asked her to marry me last night. You have to accept it because I’m not going to change it. Everyone knows I’m gay and I’m not ashamed. I only hid it from you because it’s hard being a gay man trying to raise a son to be a real man. That’s the only reason,” he says.
I charge into him like I’m on the field, and slam him through the table. I’m hurt and pissed! There is no way a man that taught me how to throw a ball can be sucking on balls. This nigga even taught me how to put a condom on and all of that. I looked up to this nigga and he tells me I’m getting ready to have a nigga as a step mommy? The more I thought about it the more I tried strangling his ass. The tranny nigga pops me upside of my head. I cock back knocking his ass on the floor.
My pop’s eyes rolled into the back of his head then I let him go when I didn’t really want to. I’d rather see the nigga dead before I see his ass like this. This nigga fucking a nigga? I go outside throwing up on the lawn. Lace walks out.
“Are you okay? What’s going on? I heard noises,” she says rubbing on my back.
“Lace, what you doing here?” the tranny says.
“What are you doing here Tataliscious?” she asked.
“Nigga, didn’t I tell you to get the fuck out?” I ask him.
“You can’t run a queen from her castle! As much as you might not like it I’m not going anywhere!” he says to me.
I charge towards him and he runs in the house locking the door. I left my keys on the table.
“Y’all niggas get the fuck out! Take this ass whipping like some men! That’s what y’all need! A good ass real nigga beat down! Open the fucking door! Y’all nasty ass, AIDS having motherfuckers!” I bang on the door and start kickin
g it.
A police car pulls up, and an officer gets out drawing his gun.
“I guess a black man can’t live in this type of neighborhood. What y’all going to do? Shoot my ass?” I ask them. These racist motherfuckers will pull a gun out on a nigga in a minute.
“Sir, get on the ground now,” he shouts.
“Lace, record this shit just in case this pig has me laid out here in front of my house under a white bloody sheet,” I tell her as the officer gets even more pissed.
“He wasn’t doing anything. He fucking lives here! He is just locked out,” Lace shouts.
“Ma’am, are you okay? We got a domestic violence call! There have been complaints of loud noises coming from this residence.
“I’m fine!” she says.
“Sir, lay down on the ground,” he says to me.
“Fuck you bitch!” I say to him. I turn around ready to walk in the house, when I feel a jolt of electricity go through my body. I fall on the ground convulsing; this motherfucker used his stun gun. What I last heard was Lace screaming before I blacked out.
