by Lucinda John
“Hey, good morning!” Henny stopped in her tracks, startled by Ms. Kim's assertiveness. “I’m so sorry for staying over. Miami tried to get me to leave. I just wasn’t able to get in contact with my friend,” she pleaded her case.
“You should pop up to her house and have a talk with her mama, fast ass little girl.” Kelly’s Wendy Williams looking ass spoke up while stuffing a piece of bacon in her mouth.
“I promise you this will never happen again. I swear.” Henny was on the verge of tears. The way her body shook at the thought of Ms. Kim showing up at her house raised a few red flags. That, and her having a dislocated shoulder.
“Let this be the last time you come in this house without adult supervision. You hear me? You have your entire life to spend the night with boys. Your focus should be on school,” Ms. Kim lectured.
“Yes, ma’am.” Henny frantically nodded.
“If you want some breakfast, you’re welcome to join us.” Ms. Kim extended an invitation, causing Kelly to loudly suck her teeth.
“No, I’m sure my mom is going crazy looking for me. I should head home now. Thanks, anyway.” Hennessy forced a smile before rushing out of her house.
“I hope her mama beat the brakes off her grown ass.” Kelly gave her unwanted opinion.
“Girl, these girls are out of control.” Ms. Kim huffed before making her way to the laundry room. “I’m running late I need to get out of here.” Pulling her arms through her vest, she slipped her feet into a pair of flats before reaching for her bags and keys.
“Miami, do not have anyone else in my house unless Kelly is here supervising,” Ms. Kim spoke as she made her way to the front door.
“Bullshit,” I mumbled. Picking up a piece of toast from the plate, I headed back to the room.
“You really had some hoe laid up with you, Miami?” Kelly walked up on me with an ugly scowl on her face.
“Shut the fuck up talking to me, man,” I spat.
“Boys, get the fuck out now!” she yelled, causing the boys to scramble to their feet and rush out of the room. Locking the door behind them, she intently stared at me.
“You want to suck my dick? Suck that shit then!” I growled, pulling my pants down.
“Oh, Imma suck it…” Kelly licked her lips. “Then Imma ride it after you eat it.” Pulling her dress over her head, Kelly exposed her naked body.
“I ain’t eating shit.”
“We’ll see,” Kelly challenged.
Dropping to her knees, she pulled my dick in her mouth and started hungrily sucking on it. Closing my eyes, I allowed my thoughts to wander while she handled her business. Hennessy’s smooth, tan, face popped in my vision. The way she gripped her thick lips between her perfect white teeth had my dick bricking up. It was the simplest shit about Henny that had me wanting her in the worst way. Since the moment puberty hit for me, girls had been on my trail, all of whom got the short end of the stick with me, but Hennessey… she was the only girl that I allowed to get somewhat close to me. I would never admit it to her, but her presence gave me comfort.
“Oh shiiiiiiiiit,” Kelly cried out as she bounced wildly on my dick.
Gripping her waist, I pumped deep into her while thoughts of me digging deep in Hennessy’s pussy clouded my mind. Picturing Hennessy’s slim thick frame on top, riding my dick while her titties bounced around forced me to nut prematurely.
“Fuck!” I jumped back the moment I realized I shot my load up in Kelly.
“What the fuck, Miami? I was so close to getting mine,” Kelly fumed.
“I don’t know what the fuck to tell you.” Pushing her body off mine, I stood to my feet.
“You know what you gotta do, baby.” Kelly spread her legs wide while she rubbed my nut all over her clit. The repulsive image made me sick to my stomach. There wasn’t shit sexy about the shit she was doing.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Jessica Williams,” she mumbled the name of my caseworker.
“Do what the fuck you gotta do.” I shrugged. “Shit, call her. I’d rather eat her pussy than your stank shit. She looks like she got some sweet as pussy, too.” I licked my lips, taunting Kelly.
Jumping off the floor, Kelly rushed me and slapped me hard across the face.
“BITCH!” Anger surged through my body as I reached back and punched Kelly in the face.
Blood gushed from her nose, spewing everywhere. Unable to contain my anger, I continued to punch Kelly in the face as if we were standing in the center of a boxing ring, going round for round. I could feel my body relax with every blow that connected to her face.
“Please stop, Miami… please,” she whimpered.
Stepping back from Kelly, my chest heaved as I gathered up saliva in my mouth before spitting it out on her.
“Dumb bitch!”
Kicking the door open, I took a shower before dressing and storming out of the house.
D isappointment slowly filled my body as I stood from the park bench and walked out of the park. For an hour, I sat in Miami’s favorite spot in the back, hoping that he would show up. With every footstep I heard, I would perk up, only to be saddened when I realized it wasn’t Miami. Avoiding the brutal face-off that I would eventually have with Kenny the moment I returned home, I decided to head to Wilma’s house to buy myself some time.
The soreness I felt in my shoulder was less painful than the feeling I felt yesterday, yet I was still afraid I would dislocate it again. Holding my arm up as if it was in a sling, I avoided all direct contact with it. In need of a shower, meal, and two Tylenol, I picked up my pace, taking all of the short cuts to quicken my walk.
“Wassup, Henny?” Jessie smirked at me.
Like she did every Saturday morning, she was posted on the block, barely dressed, as she hung with the corner boys. Usually, her and Pooh would be part of the few girls amongst a crowd of niggas, but Pooh was nowhere to be found.
“Hey,” I dryly replied, praying that she wouldn’t be on no fuck shit. I was in no position to whoop her ass, yet I was prepared to if she popped slick.
“You on your way to Wilma’s house?” Jessie left her post near the stop sign to follow me.
“Yeah.” With my good arm, I used the corner of my shirt to wipe the sweat that drenched my face. The sun didn’t give a fuck. That motherfucker was shining full blast, making Florida’s heat unbearable.
“She knows you coming over there?” She continued her line of questioning.
“Why does it matter?” Rolling my eyes, an uneasy feeling consumed me. When I looked over at Jessie, I didn’t miss the grin she wore. “You got something you want to tell me?” I asked, massaging my sore arm. I had a feeling I would need both hands.
“Nah, I’m just asking. I mean, I just came from over there, and she had company.” Jessie shrugged.
“Alright, Jessie.” I waved her off.
“I might as well walk over there with you. I was supposed to meet up with Pooh there anyway,” she excitedly spoke as she skipped up the sidewalk.
“I can’t stand that bitch,” I mumbled loud enough for her to hear me.
When we finally made it to Wilma’s house, Pooh was posted on the porch smoking a blunt.
“Wassup, bitch!” Jessie happily greeted Pooh.
“Wassup, girl?” She passed Jessie the joint that she was puffing on. “Oh, shit. Hey, Henny, I didn’t know you was coming over here,” she nervously spoke.
“Hey, girl. Wilma in there?” The vibe was off, but I didn’t give a fuck. I just needed a place to chill until I was energized enough to deal with Kenny’s bullshit.
“Um, yeah, but umm…” Before Pooh could finish her sentence, I was in the house, making my way to her bedroom. Since the door was locked, I figured she was entertaining her guest. Making my way to the kitchen, I searched for something to eat.
“Why the fuck would you bring her here?” I heard Pooh fussing at Jessie while I made myself two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Pouring a tall glass of milk, I
took a seat at the table and started eating. I didn’t have the time to figure out why Pooh and Jessie were huddled up and acting funny.
Once I was nice and full, I impatiently sat on the couch, vaguely gazing at the TV while I waited for Wilma to hurry up. The scent that came from my armpits was starting to make me uncomfortable. Shifting in my seat, I uncrossed my legs, giving my kitty a smell check before crossing them back.
“Thank you for the abortion money,” I heard Wilma say.
About time, I thought as I waited for Wilma to see her guest out.
“Make sure you get rid of it soon,” the male voice spoke, gaining my full attention.
Quickly standing to my feet, I rushed over to the hallway where Wilma and her friend stood.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I shrieked, startling them both.
“Henny… oh my God, girl…” Wilma covered her mouth with her hands as she stood frozen in place.
“Are you for real right now, Wilma? Tell me you fucking with me.” I walked up on her in search of an explanation.
I didn’t give a fuck about Kenny. I had no plans to address his infidelities. Catching him cheating did little to hurt me but finding out that he was fucking my best friend fucked me up in the head.
“Let’s go, Henny. Man, where the fuck did you go last night?” Kenny had the nerve to ask.
“Nigga, fuck you!” I spat in his direction.
WHAP!
Kenny swiftly slapped me across the face, causing my head to jerk back with force.
“You not about to put your hands on my best friend!” Wilma had the nerve to yell before jumping on Kenny.
While Wilma wildly threw blows at Kenny, I rushed her and started fucking her ass up. The soreness I felt in my shoulder was non-existent as adrenaline rushed through my body, fueling each vicious blow I unleashed on Wilma.
“You really fighting me while I’m trying to stop this nigga from fucking you up?” Wilma squealed.
“Fuck you! You a fake ass bitch!” I spewed before backing up and giving Wilma time to stand to her feet.
“Shoot me one straight up,” I challenged.
“I’m not about to fight you over this no-good ass nigga, Hennessy!”
“Square up or get fucked up.” Standing in my fighting stance, I gave Wilma a few seconds to throw her set up before rushing in on her.
“Bitch!” Whap! “Bitch!” Whap! “Bitch!” Whap!
The once soft-spoken girl had been replaced with an MMA fighter as I threw vicious punches at Wilma, dazing her with every hit. Wrapping her weave around my hand, I dragged her out of the house then kicked her hard in the jaw.
“Oh, hell, nah!” Pooh ran up and punched me on the side of my head. “Poe ass hoe ain’t about to drag my cousin. Fuck a one on one,” Pooh shouted as we stood toe to toe.
Just as I was getting the best of Pooh, Jessie and Wilma jumped in. While they punched me from the back, I straddled Pooh, fucking her ass up. For every punch they hit me with from behind, I unleased and even harder blow on Pooh. Gripping her by the neck, I tried to choke her ass out until I felt myself being jerked back by my hair.
“Fuck you thought this was, bitch? Don’t get mad that your snake ass nigga was eating my pussy on the low,” Wilma spat.
“You ain’t even got to do all of that!” Kenny groaned as he shielded my body from any more blows. “Hit me one more time, and Imma light this block up.” He gritted when they jumped on him, trying to get to me.
“Imma catch y’all hoes. One by one, Imma whoop all y’all asses. Watch this,” I warned before spitting out a mouth full of blood on the pavement.
“It’s whatever, pussy hoe!” Jessie bucked.
Shooting daggers at her, everything started to make sense. Her snake ass was already hip to the shit that was going down. When time permitted, she would be the first person I fucked up. On everything I loved, them bitches better walk in groups because it was on sight whenever I caught one of their asses alone.
“Fuck, man! Your shoulder.” Kenny panicked. “I gotta take you to the hospital.”
In silence, I allowed Kenny to carry me back to his car and drive me to the hospital. I had no words for that nigga. There was no reason to try to fight him. I was on a mission to get rid of his ass for good.
“You need anything?” Kenny's voice was soft as he spoke to me.
“Get me a Percocet,” I spoke before rolling my eyes.
After spending two hours in the emergency room, the doctor popped my shoulder back in place before wrapping my arm and placing it in a sling. Although I was still riding the wave of the pain medicine they gave me at the hospital, I needed a Perc.
“Alright.” Kenny nodded before making his way out of the room.
A few minutes later, he returned with my drug of choice and a cup of water. Chewing the pill until it was a powdery substance, I gulped down some water and waited for the rush.
“Imma be on the block for a few. If you need me, just bang through my line.” After kissing me on the forehead, Kenny walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
“Fuck nigga,” I mumbled before turning on my side.
“ W here the fuck is my abortion money?” Looking down at Wilma, the black eyes and busted lips Henny gave her was funny as fuck. While I was in the hospital with Henny, I got a call from Pooh saying that Wilma was in the hospital suffering a miscarriage.
“I ain’t giving you shit back. If you don’t want me pressing charges on your bitch, you’ll put some more bread in my pocket. Fuck wrong with you?” Wilma sucked her teeth.
Wilma was a freak bitch who was down to do anything. Before I approached Hennessey, Jessie and I were fucking around. When she brought Wilma one night with her to the hotel for a threesome, I stopped fucking with her and started exclusively dicking Wilma’s freak ass down. Wilma knew I had a thing for her best friend, Hennessy. She was the one who encouraged me to start fucking around with her like that. While I wifed up Henny, I was fucking her best friend on the side the entire time.
“I ain’t giving you shit!” I spat.
“Shit, your girl is the reason I lost my baby. I have witnesses too.” Wilma smirked.
“You think this shit a game?” I snarled, gripping her by the nape of her neck. Reaching for my gun, I placed it to the dome of her head, enjoying the look of fear that penetrated her eyes.
“Yeah, talk all that shit now.” Loudly chuckling, I motioned for her to go and get my money.
With my gun still connected to the back of her head, I kept my finger around the trigger while she fished through her purse for my money.
“That’s all you had to do.” Pushing her to the floor, I stuffed my gun in the waist of my jeans before counting through the bills and ensuring that everything was there.
“Check me out. If you or any bitches from your crew fuck with Hennessy, I’m sending a bullet through the center of ya dome. Let them hoes you roll with know that Henny is off-limits, or that’s your ass.” Glaring down at Wilma I couldn’t ignore the thickness that sat in the seat of her panties. “If you still gon’ let a nigga fuck, let me know.” I winked before backing out of the room.
Hopping in my ride, I headed to the block to re-up for Hennessy. To my advantage, she was turning into a pill head. Her need for a Perc was becoming a frequent thing. Now that she was dependent on a drug, it was easier for me to control her. As long as she did as she was told, I would continue to fund her bad habit.
“What it is, Kenny!” Debo, my pill connect, dapped me up.
“What’s good, D? You got them percs on deck?” I asked, scanning through the crowd of females who were chilling on his porch.
“I gotchu, bruh.” Following my line of vision, Debo chuckled. “You need to leave these young ass hoes alone before one of them case your ass up.”
“Nigga, shut the fuck up and go get the pills.” I waved him off.
Most niggas in the hood fucked with young girls, especially the ones who would do anything to fuc
k with a dope boy because it didn’t take much to maintain them. Majority of the time, the younger broads were content with getting a couple of dollars to get their nails and hair done while the older bitches wanted you to pay bills and shit. The younger chicks were cool with you pulling up on them while they hung with their girls, so they could show you off. You could easily feed them lies about being on the block all night without being questioned. The older hoes wanted you to come home for dinner, go out on dates, and question your every move.
“There you go, my boy,” Debo returned with a bag of pills.
“Good looking out.” I handed him the cash before pulling off.
Raiders were on the block, making that shit hot as fuck. Not wanting to chance getting caught with drugs and money, I decided to stash my drugs and money at my stash spot before calling it a day.
“Nigga, I know you?” I asked the moment I spotted a lil nigga posted up a few feet from my spot.
After sizing me up, he rudely walked off. I started to reach for my gun and blast his ass for disrespecting me until I spotted a group of girls making their way down the sidewalk. The fattest ass I ever seen attached to the shortest girl in the crew shifted my attention.
“Aye, ma, in the green shorts… come here,” I called out, licking my lips.
“Who me?” She turned on the heels of her all-white Air Force ones.
“Yeah, you.” I motioned for her to come over to me.
“Wassup?” She grinned, displaying a pretty smile. Despite the small gap she had, her teeth were perfect and white.
“Shit, you tell me. I’m trying to be on your time.” Closing the gap between us, I invaded her personal space. “What’s your name?”
“Trinity,” she gushed.
Trinity was fun-sized, standing at about 4’9”. Her body was stacked. From her pretty face down to her perfectly painted toes, Trinity was fine as fuck.
“Trinity, that’s a sexy ass name,” I flirted, running my hands all over her body. “You soft as fuck.” Gripping her ass, I allowed my finger to sink into the plushness of her of it.
“Sexy ass chocolate skin. Damn, and you smell good too. What you about to get into?” I looked down at her.
