by Lucinda John
Standing in the mirror, my hand touched the faint scar from the bullet that penetrated my chest. Memories of that night began to flood my mind again as I did my best to shake away the thoughts. Descending my body under the hot stream of water, I placed both hands on the pink colored tiled walls while I hung my head. At sixteen, I was filled with so much anger. I resented my mother for not leaving that night after my father left. She knew something was wrong, but she stayed. I hated my father for taking away the only people I ever loved.
“Hey, boy, Ms. Kim went to work.” Kelly, Ms. Kim’s little sister, spoke before looking at me with lust in her eyes.
At the age of thirty-five, Kelly was a bum who had nothing going for herself. Out of the three sisters, Ms. Kim and Kendra, the two oldest, were the closest. Kelly was more like the black sheep of the family. She had no job, no kids, and no man, probably because her ugly ass was sick as fuck in the head.
“Come lay with me.” She motioned for me to join her on the bottom bunk.
Doing as I was told, I went to lay down with her and waited for her to suck my dick like she’d been doing for the last two years since I’d been living with Ms. Kim. Being bounced from foster home to foster home began to take a toll on me. Before being placed with Kim, I had been in homes where I had to fight for a place to rest my head, forced to go days without eating or having any clean clothes for school. If I had to sacrifice getting my dick sucked by Kelly’s nasty ass in return for having a somewhat stable place to play my head, then so be it.
“I want to do something a little different,” she whispered in my ears as she began to kiss all over me. “I want to feel that dick in me.”
Removing my shorts, I lay on my back and waited for her to do whatever the fuck she wanted to do. Her lips felt cold as ice cubes as she kissed me from my neck down to my waist. Kelly was an okay looking woman with a body shaped like Wendy Williams. She did little to nothing in turning me on. With my flaccid dick in her mouth, she sucked and licked on my wood until it began to grow in her wet, warm mouth. The minute my dick sprang to life, her eyes lit up as she gave me top until I erupted in her mouth.
“That big dick tastes so good.” She grinned while hiking up her dress then removing her panties.
Usually, after I nut in her mouth, she would walk away satisfied, but now she was determined to take a nigga’s virginity.
“You been giving my dick those fast girls at your school?” Pulling her bottom lips between her teeth, she inched down on my dick until I was fully inside.
“Damn,” she groaned as she attempted to ride my dick.
When she was tired of bumping her head against the top bunk, she motioned for me lay on the floor.
With my eyes closed, I imagined it was Hennessey on my dick screaming out fuck while calling me daddy. In a matter of seconds, my dick began to twitch. A feeling of euphoria surged through my body as I lay there with my tongue hanging out the side of my mouth, experiencing a feeling I couldn’t describe.
“You about to nut, daddy, huh? This pussy got you going crazy,” she purred while rotating her hips.
“FUCK!” I growled before pulling my dick out and shooting my nut straight in the air.
Although this was my first time getting pussy, I wasn’t green when it came to sex education. I knew that nutting in Kelly could possibly leave me fathering an unwanted child with a bitch who was sick in the head.
“Damn, I didn’t even catch my nut yet.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I guess you gotta eat this pussy until I cum.”
In one swift motion, she hopped off my lap and was on the ground with her legs wide open as she anticipated the feeling of my mouth on her. The moment she pulled her strange looking pussy lips apart to expose her clit, the room filled with a rancid odor. The fish like stench that penetrated the air gave me an instant headache.
“Hurry the fuck up before one of them little niggas come home,” she barked.
“Nah, I’m good.” I waved her off. The scent that filled the room as she held her legs wide apart was foul. It smelled as if she used her pussy to store garbage.
“What the fuck did you say to me?” Snapping her legs closed, she glared at me with anger in her eyes. Even with her legs closed, her deadly mist lingered around, threatening to make me sick.
“I said I’m not doing that shit. I let you suck and ride my dick, but that’s it.”
“This little nigga done got pussy for the first time in his life, and now he talking that big shit.” She chuckled, talking to herself as if she was the only one in the room. “Eat this pussy, or you can kiss all this bullshit goodbye. It ain’t nothing for me to have your caseworker in this bitch packing your shit up. Try me.”
“Do what the fuck you gotta do then, bitch!” I spat.
Snatching up my towel, I walked back into the bathroom to wash the foul stench that was now attached to my dick.
“Open this fucking door!” Kelly began to bang on the door.
“This bitch.” I shook my head.
Re-dressing, I opened the door and found Kelly standing by the door with a knife in her hand.
“You will do what I say when I say it,” she whispered while running the blade down the side of my face.
“I ain’t got shit to live for. My soul died a long time ago. Do it, bitch!” With my eyes trained on Kelly, I waited for her to use that knife, I desperately wanted her to use that shit and put me out of my misery.
“Next time, do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it.” She chuckled before making her way back to the room that I resided in. Instead of following her, I grabbed my Converse, laced them up on my feet, threw my bookbag over my shoulders, then headed out the door.
Stepping over used condoms and needles, I made my way to the park that was located a few blocks from the apartment complex I lived in. Bypassing the dope boys who stood on the corner busting their licks, while a few of them loitered on the sidewalk engaging in a game of dice, I kept my head low and my fist balled at my side. I didn’t go looking for trouble, but if I had to, I would lay a nigga out.
Walking over to a picnic table that was shielded away from the bold, Florida sun, I plopped down and pulled my books out. I didn’t care for school. I barely paid attention to the teachers, and most of the time, I was staring off into space. Everything I knew was self-taught. Schoolwork was basically reading the bullshit in the textbook, then answering the questions; basic shit.
In the middle of my Pre Cal work, I could feel a presence hovering over me. The sweet vanilla beam was all too familiar, without looking up I already knew who it was.
“You need something?” I asked with my attention still on the equation I was solving.
“Can I sit here?” she asked.
“Do you. All this shit free to the public.”
“Why you so damn rude?” Hennessy asked as she plopped down on the seat in front of me.
“Why you always looking at me and shit?” I countered, finally looking up at her.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I just be trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.” Pulling out a joint, she placed it between her glossed lips before firing it up. “You smoke?”
“What you want, man?” I drawled.
“I’m just trying to figure you out, that’s all.” She handed the joint out to me.
“Ain’t shit to figure out.” Reaching for the joint, I took two pulls before passing it back to her.
“There’s a reason why you so damn angry all the time.”
“Because motherfuckers like you keep fucking with me,” I growled.
“Damn, alright. My girls did say your ass was weird as fuck. Now I see why.”
“Fuck you and your hoe ass friends!” I spazzed.
“Bum ass nigga, I swear.” She chuckled to herself before blowing smoke in my face and walking off.
Looking up, I caught a glimpse at the way her little booty poked out in her black biker shorts.
Laughter filled the air while
niggas stood in various areas of the park, cuddled up with a bitch. Gazing at the basketball court, I paid attention to the intense one on one basketball game that was going on. When the sky grew dark, prompting the street lights to come on, slowly, everyone began to scatter with the exception of the block boys who hugged the corners.
Placing my bookbag down on the corner of the bench, I rested my head against it while looking up at the sky. I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was going to do, but I refused to spend two more years at Ms. Kim’s being Kelly’s bitch.
“ A ye, you still fuck with Chuck?” I asked Pooh as we walked home from school.
“Nah, why? You want to fuck with him?” she quizzed.
“Hell nah, I don’t fuck behind my crew.” I smacked my lips before looking over at Jessie. She was the hoe of the crew, known for fucking after her friends.
“Then why you asking about him?” Pooh fired up the blunt she was rolling.
“I wanted to know what was up with Miami. That nigga was supposed to let me cheat off of his test today, but he didn’t show up to school,” I lied. “A bitch done failed and shit because of his ass.” I dramatically breathed out.
I was concerned about Miami not being in class, but I wouldn’t dare let anyone outside of Wilma know that.
“Girl, Chuck don’t fuck with Miami weird ass anyway. I told you something was off about that nigga. You need to pair up with one of them white girls. They get you right every time. If it wasn’t for Bella, I’d be failing the fuck out of chemistry.” Pooh took another toke of the blunt before passing it to Jessie.
“Bella is the truth. That hoe even made copies of her notes for me,” Jessie spoke before placing the blunt to her lips.
“Well, I need to hit her up then,” I uttered. From the corner of my eye, I could see Wilma shaking her head at me.
“Henny, come walk in the store with me.” Grabbing me by my arms, Wilma pulled me inside of Dollar Tree.
“Bitch, now I know you bullshitting,” she squealed. “Spill it, hoe!”
“Alright, I was just looking forward to seeing his ass in class today, that’s all.” I shrugged.
“Why, though? When did this sudden interest in Miami happen?” Wilma’s eyes quickly scanned the signs above the aisle before pulling me in the direction she wanted to go in.
“I kicked it briefly at the park with him last night. He rude as fuck, but he seems like cool people. I don’t know, and I low key think he’s cute.” I shrugged.
“Miami ain’t cute, that chocolate ass nigga fine as fuck. Just be careful, though. I’m all for you doing your thing, but um… that nigga Kenny ain’t wrapped too tight. Plus, Miami comes with too much baggage.”
“What the fuck we doing here?” I questioned, looking over at the shelves that were flooded with pregnancy tests.
“Umm…” Wilma chewed on her bottom lip. “I think I’m…”
“Nooo!” I interrupted her. “By who?”
“You remember that nigga Quan from Franklin Park?” Avoiding eye contact, Wilma studied the pregnancy test box that she held in her hand.
“Wilma, now I know you ain’t let that nigga hit you raw!” I gasped.
Quan was a sexy ass block boy who was getting money, but his ass couldn’t keep his dick in his pants to save his life. He was considered the Future of the hood since every bitch he fucked ended up pregnant. Rayna and Brenda were two girls at our school who were both currently pregnant by him with due dates weeks apart.
“I know. I fucked up, Henny. I’m just praying this test comes back negative because I have no business with a baby right now, especially not for that nigga.” Wilma frowned.
“We’ll figure it out, friend.” Grabbing ten tests from the rack, we slowly made our way to the register, both in our own thoughts.
“Henny, now I know you ain’t let that nigga, Kenny, knock you up.” Jessie frowned.
“Worry about what’s in front of you,” I snapped, pointing at her basket that was filled with snacks.
“Dang, you ain’t gotta snap on me. I ain’t ruin your life, that nigga did.” She smirked, trying to be funny.
Placing the pregnancy tests on the counter, I popped Jessie in her mouth with a closed fist.
“Learn how to shut the fuck up!” With my hands crossed over my chest, I waited for her to get cute, so I could go in her shit again.
“It ain’t even that deep, Henny.” Pooh slid her body between us before shit could escalate.
My tolerance for Jessie was low as fuck. I wasn’t sure what the fuck was up with her, but lately, she’s been on a mission to come for me every chance she got.
“Tell your friend to mind her fucking business.” Pulling out the twenty Kenny gave me this morning, I paid for Wilma’s test before walking off.
“Jessie be on some other shit. I just told Pooh’s ass not to bring that hoe to my house.” Wilma caught up with me.
“She stays on my clit. That hoe must want to lick it.” Placing my hand in the seat of my jeans, I grabbed my crotch.
“You stupid as fuck.” Wilma laughed until tears trickled down her face.
“I’m for real, though. Ugly ass bitch.” I chuckled. “Bitch done blew my high.”
“Let’s go get some weed from Mibo real quick. I got some wraps at the house.” Pulling up her high waist skirt until it was dangerously short, Wilma tied her shirt up, exposing her belly as we rounded the block that was littered with dope boys.
Scanning the crowd, I made sure Kenny wasn’t anywhere in sight before I slowly followed Wilma down the sidewalk.
“Damn, Wilma, when you gon’ let a nigga play in that pussy?” A light skinned, dread head covered in tattoos asked before reaching in to pick up the red dice that were on the floor. With his eyes trained on Wilma, he blew in his hand before shaking the dice and tossing them against the wall.
“Fuck nigga, that’s all me!” He shouted before picking up all his money.
A few niggas glanced my way, taking in my innocent schoolgirl look. The Nike biker short set I wore had my ass sitting pretty, my hair was nice and wild. With a fresh coat of gloss covering my plump lips, I was cute, but Wilma and her grown woman curves had every nigga on the block on mute, waiting to see if she was going to give dread some play before they attempted to shoot their shot.
“Wassup, Wilma, you fucking with me tonight?” Both his hands were filled with money as he wrapped them around Wilma’s waist, giving her his undivided attention.
“You got me with some weed?” She grinned. “I was about to go fuck with that nigga Mibo, but if you got me then…” She licked her lips, allowing her words to trail off.
“Walk with me, ma.” Whirling his fingers around in the air, he let his boys know he was on the move.
“You got something for me, Dre?” Wilma purred.
“Shit, you got something for me?” Dre’s eyes were drunk with lust as they roamed from Wilma’s full breasts down to her plump ass.
“Yeah, let me smoke with my girl, and you can slide up on me when she leaves.”
“Don’t be on that bullshit, Wilma,” he warned.
“Boy, just pull up to my crib in about an hour.”
“Alright.” Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a bag filled with weed and handed it to her.
“Thank you, baby.” Wilma squealed. Unraveling the bag, she inhaled the potent drug before smiling. “This that stanky!”
“I hooked you up! You better ride the fuck out this dick when I fall through.” Smacking Wilma hard on the ass, Dre looked over at me. “Smoke that shit and clear it, alright?” Dre winked at me before walking away.
“Why you never told me about this nigga Dre? You holding the fuck out!” Placing my hand over my chest, I acted as if my feelings were hurt.
“You never told me you was checking for Miami.” She shrugged. “Dre alright. We deal with each other here and there just to smoke and fuck. That’s all.”
Looking over at my best friend, there were days I wished I was bold and outspoke
n like she was. I wanted to live carefree like her with a black book filled with niggas I could call on just because. Wilma had all types of niggas checking for her, the majority of them fine, up and coming drug dealers. All she had to do was walk down the street, and niggas would break their necks, trying to get a second glance.
“If you are pregnant, could he possibly be the father…”
“Shit, I wish. You see how fine he is? Bitch, our baby would come out cute as fuck. Not to mention that nigga’s name is next on the come up list. He got bread. But, nah, Dre is the type of nigga who wraps his dick up and still pulls out every time,” Wilma spoke while pushing her front door open.
“Roll up while I piss on these sticks and take a shower.” She handed me the bag of weed, and I gave her the bag filled with the tests before I made my way to her room.
Like a normal teenaged girl, Wilma’s room was filled with colors. Her lime green walls were covered in purple butterflies and photos of me, her, and the other important people in her life. Since she was obsessed with Omarion, she had a wall dedicated to him, photos, magazine clippings, song lyrics, anything associated with Omarion was plastered on her O Wall of Fame, as she called it.
Taking a seat on her full-sized bed that sat in the center of the room, I pushed aside a few of her stuffed animals and pillows before making myself comfortable. Sitting Indian style, I grabbed a notebook off her desk then used it to break down the weed. Impressed with my rolling skills, I licked my perfectly rolled blunt closed before placing it to my lips and flaming it up.
“Whew, this shit is smoked!” Violently coughing, I reached for my ringing phone.
“Hello?” I choked out.
“Where the fuck you at?” Kenny snapped, forcing me to roll my eyes.
“I’m at Wilma’s house, studying for this test we got,” I quickly replied.
Whenever Kenny called inquiring about my whereabouts, I was required to follow up with what I was doing, who I was doing it with, and how long I’d be doing it. When he called himself my daddy, that nigga meant that shit literally.
