by Lucinda John
“Shit, I was just about to kick it with my girls at the mall. Why? You want to take us instead?” Biting her glossed, bottom lip, she non-verbally told me what was up.
“Only if you kick it with me afterward.”
“Play nice, and we can do more than kick it.” Trinity’s voice softened, causing my dick to brick up.
“Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice. Let me handle some shit real quick. I’ll be back.”
“That’s your car over there?” She pointed to my ride.
“Yeah. The door is open. Go wait in there for me. I’ll be out.”
“Alright, daddy,” Trinity purred.
Smacking her hard on the ass, I watched as her booty cheeks jiggled while she walked away. Tearing my gaze from Trinity’s fine ass, I entered the apartment that I had one of my hoes rent out for me in her name. Making my way to the back room where my safe was located, I removed the floorboard and used Hennessy’s birthday to unlock it before filling it up with all the money and dope I had in my pocket. Thumbing through my cash, I eyed the bills, making sure it was all there before locking the safe.
“What the fuck?!” I gritted my teeth when I realized them bitches had hotwired my whip and pulled off with it.
In my center console were the pills I purchased for Hennessy, my phones, gun, and three thousand dollars that I had set aside for Tanya and the baby.
“Imma murk that bitch when I see her, on God!” I huffed as I trotted down the sidewalk, pissed that I had allowed a big butt and a smile to knock me off my square.
“ L ong time no see. I brought some food.” Hennessy took a seat on the picnic bench next to me before placing a box of pizza, wings, and two sodas on the table.
With my eyes trained on the leaf that I was toying with, I offered no response as I watched her flip open the boxes that contained the food. The aroma of the food filled the air, causing my stomach to growl. I’d been on the bench all day with no plans to return home until I was sure Kelly wasn’t going to be around.
After beating her ass the way I did, I expected Kelly to leave me alone or even contact my caseworker, none of which happened. It was as if me putting hands on her was a turn on in some weird way. Being battered only made her more eager to get the dick. With Ms. Kim picking up more shifts at the hospital, I found myself spending more time at the park, missing meals.
“I know you’re hungry. I can hear your stomach from all the way over here. Even if your rude ass won’t talk to me, you could at least eat the food. This is my way of thanking you for helping me. I mean, it’s not much, but it’s something,” Hennessy rambled on.
Today, her wild curls were pulled back, showing her pretty face, even though she had a big ass forehead. Dressed in a fitted t-shirt dress that had two slits going up each thigh, I was able to appreciate her small curves. I glanced down at her feet. Henny’s ten pretty toes were painted a plum color that complemented her skin tone. Greedily sucking in her sweet scent that permeated the air, I gave her another look over before grabbing a slice of cheese pizza and taking it down in three bites.
“I didn’t know if you liked pork, so I got cheese.” Hennessy handed me a Sprite before reaching in the box and grabbing a chicken wing.
In silence, I ran through half the box of the extra pizza while Henny sat there, juggling her thoughts. I could see the wheels in her head turning as she contemplated starting a conversation.
“Thank you again for looking out for me.” Fumbling with her words, Henny nervously shifted her gaze from me to the table.
“You know, after I left your house, I found out my best friend, Wilma, was smashing my boyfriend.” Henny chuckled. “I whooped that bitch ass. Not over him but over the simple fact that I thought we were better than that. She was the only person who knew the real me, who knew everything that nigga put me through… every black eye, busted lip, scar, lies, all of it…” She allowed her words to trail off.
I watched as Hennessy traveled down memory lane.
“It’s crazy because after venting to her about how that nigga would slap me around, she would hype me up to leave him. That shit fucked me up in the head because I don’t know if she wanted me to leave him because she cared about my wellbeing or to get me out the picture so she could start fucking with him.”
“Why the fuck you telling me all of this for?” I was unfazed by the bullshit coming out of Henny’s mouth. I liked it better when she sat there on mute; she was more attractive that way.
“I’m sick of your rude ass! Right now, like it or not, you’re the only person I feel like I can trust, so you gon’ shut the fuck up and let me vent!” Loudly smacking her lips, Henny mushed me in the face.
“Shorty, keep ya hands to yourself,” I warned.
“Then shut the fuck up and listen.” Turning to face me, Henny crossed her legs before she began running her mouth.
“Kenny had no business fucking around with my young ass in the first place, but me thinking I finally snagged me a hood nigga, I was all for it. This nigga turned out to be my living nightmare. That dislocated shoulder, he did it. This mark.” Lifting her dress, exposing her blush pink panties, she pointed at a faint scar on her thigh.
“That nigga woke me out of my sleep one morning to iron his shirt. I must have been tired as fuck because I left the iron on the ground. He ended up stepping on it and burning his feet. In return, he burned my ass back.”
I watched intently as Henny tried her best to blink back tears.
“My mama ain’t shit, and neither is my daddy. Them motherfuckers ain’t never gave a fuck about me. All my mama wanted to do was sniff powder, and my drunk ass father only came around long enough to slap my bitch ass egg donor around. I was doomed the moment I busted out my mama’s coochie. With parents like mine, selling my soul to that devil was the only way for me to survive. As quickly as Kenny became my blessing, he turned out to be a curse.” Dropping her head, soft sobs escaped her lips.
“Why the fuck you crying over that nigga? You love him or some shit?” I quizzed, confused that she was bawling her eyes out over a fuck nigga.
“I’m crying because I’m tired, Miami. I need a way out,” she stressed. “That nigga is never going to leave me alone unless I…” Sucking in a deep breath, Henny licked her lips before looking up at me, searching my eyes to see if she could trust me with what she was about to say. “I gotta set that nigga up,” Hennessy let out.
“Do what you gotta do.” I shrugged.
Internally, I was proud of Henny for planning to handle that nigga accordingly, but because I was void of all emotions, I would never express that to her.
“I need your help,” she mumbled. “This shit could be very beneficial for you, too,” she added when I didn’t reply.
“Beneficial to me, how?”
“When we rob him, I’ll split the money in half with you.”
“You on some other shit.” I chuckled and stood to my feet. “Imma get up with you later.”
“MIAMI!” She screeched, halting my steps. “Just because we ain’t going through the similar shit don’t mean shit. Both our lives are fucked up. We both ain’t shit!”
“Nah, bitch! You ain’t.” I gritted my teeth. “You don’t fucking know me!” I growled.
“I know about your parents, your sister, Kelly…”
“You don’t know shit!” Grilling her ass, my eyes penetrated hers, daring her to say some shit out of pocket.
“You mad at the world because you hurt. Shit, I’m mad at the fucking universe for these fucked up parents I was brought into this world to. It’s okay to be mad. We can be mad together,” Henny reasoned.
“I don’t need nobody, especially not no bitch!” I spewed.
“When I was ten, my mama was fucking around with this nigga for drugs. Once he got tired of her pussy, he asked her if he could have me. I will never forget that day. My mother came into my room, and for once, she catered to my needs as a mother should. She cooked for me, gave me a bath, washed and braided my ha
ir, she even let me play in her make-up. Instead of sleeping in my bed, she let me sleep in hers while she slept on the couch…” Drawing out a deep breath, Hennessy didn’t bother to wipe her tears as they trickled freely down her cheeks.
“He umm… my mom’s dude, he got in bed with me and robbed me of my innocence while my mother sat a few feet away, sucking that shit up her nose. The next morning, she kicked me out of her bed, made me wash her sheets, and acted as if she didn’t allow a grown ass man to rape her ten-year-old little girl.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up.”
“What Kelly is doing is fucked up too. I’m not stupid. I know her grown ass has no business fucking with you.”
“Like I said, your dumb ass don’t know shit!” Clamping my teeth together, I grinded them until I felt my jaw pop.
“I know that whatever Kelly is doing to you is rape.” Walking over to me, Hennessy invaded my personal space by attempting to wrap her arms around me.
Forcefully shoving her off me, I took a seat on the picnic table. Hennessey didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. If I wanted a therapist, I would have requested one from my caseworker. I didn’t need her pity.
“My bad,” Henny softly spoke as she slowly made her way over to me. Standing a few feet between my legs, she hesitated before coming closer. “I didn’t mean to impose. No matter how much you push me away, I can’t stop myself from gravitating toward you. Maybe it’s because I see so much of my pain in you.”
Hennessey’s fingers were soft as she grazed them across my chin, hoisting my head up until we were eye level with each other. Gazing in Henny’s eyes, I caught a glimpse of her broken soul, the same broken soul that mirrored mine. My once bottled emotions began to unravel, showing my vulnerability. I didn’t know I was shedding tears until I felt Hennessey wiping them away.
Feeling like a sucker for shedding tears like a bitch, I was disappointed in myself for displaying weakness. When my father was alive, I remembered being disciplined for crying over my dead dog. I was told to toughen up, men didn’t cry, women were the fragile creatures.
“Men don’t get raped.” I cleared my throat.
“Anyone who is forced to engage in any sexual activities against their will, regardless of gender, got raped. Kelly took advantage of you; she knew that shit would confuse you, but she did it anyway.” Running her soft hands across my back, Henny did her best to comfort me.
“I’m not some square ass motherfucker who gets raped,” I spoke while trying to convince myself that Kelly hadn’t emasculated me.
“I know,” she whispered, bringing her lips to my neck before softly kissing it.
“Yo, you trying to use me to help you set your nigga up,” I snapped, pushing her away from me.
“No. I would appreciate your help, but Imma do what I have to do whether you decide to help me or not. I’m sick of letting motherfuckers use and abuse me. Before meeting you, I was content that one day Kenny would knock me the fuck out, and I would never wake up. Being around you, visually seeing my pain outside of my body, had me re-thinking shit. I’m not trying to let that nigga take control over my life, the same way you shouldn’t let Kelly’s old ass use you like you’re her personal sex doll or some shit. That shit is sick as fuck.”
“Alright, Imma help you. Just tell me what I gotta do.” I reluctantly gave in.
“We ain’t even gotta talk about it tonight. I paid this coke head to get me a room for the night if you down to chill with me.
Breaking our embrace, I gathered up the trash and tossed it in the trash can. Taking a final swing of my soda, I tossed that too before motioning for Hennessey to lead the way. In silence, I followed a few steps behind her as we walked to the main road before stopping at the bus stop.
“The hotel is two bus rides away. I got your bus fare covered.” Henny plopped down on the bench.
Leaning my frame against the bus sign, I opted to stand up.
When we arrived at the Travel Lodge, a hotel where bitches sold pussy and drug addicts consumed their poison of choice. Following Hennessy up the stairs of the two-star establishment, I waited as she used the key card that she pulled out of her bra to open the door.
“It ain’t much, but it’s a night of peace.” She smiled. Walking over to where a black duffle bag lay, she began to pull out a few items “I have some clothes and shit for you if you want to take a shower.”
“I’m not wearing clothes that came off your nigga’s body.”
“These are brand new. He never wore them.”
“Good looking.” Kicking my shoes off, I grabbed the clothes from Hennessy then made my way to the bathroom.
Hanging my head underneath the water, I pressed my hands against the cold tile while my thoughts began to consume me. Flashbacks of my childhood replayed in my head as it had done plenty of times before. The sound of laughter and joy from my mother and sister echoed through my head as a vivid picture of their smiling faces penetrated my mind. In a matter of moments, that laughter turned into screams, smiling faces turned into lifeless bodies, causing my heart rate to speed up. I could hear the loud thud of my heart pounding against my chest as I struggled to regulate my breathing.
“I got some Dove Men soap if you don’t want to use that hotel bullshit.” Hennessy knocked before cracking the door open.
Welcoming the distraction, I swiped my hand over my face before pulling the shower curtain back.
“Join me,” I replied in desperation.
Nodding her head, Hennessy handed me the soap before stepping out of her clothes. Picking up a neatly folded washcloth, Hennessy filled it with the Dove for Men body wash before lathering it all over my body. Standing on her tippy toes, she gently washed behind my neck and ears before running the cloth down. When she got to my chest, she took her time washing my six-pack before focusing down below. The sight of her small hands wrapped around my dick caused that motherfucker to stand up. Paying extra attention to my dick, she cleansed it before allowing it to rest against my thigh while she used the rag to jiggle my balls.
Taking the washcloth from Henny, I washed my body to my liking before allowing the water to rinse the suds away.
Reaching for the Dove Sensitive Skin that was already in the shower, I poured a small amount of it into my hand. Using my free hand, I pried Hennessy’s legs apart so I could get a better view of her pussy while I washed it.
“Hmmm.” She moaned and licked her lips.
Although all my sexual encounters with Kelly were involuntary, she taught me the art of touching and pleasing a woman. I knew how to do just about everything but eat pussy. I refused to put my mouth on any bitch. Once Henny’s pussy was nice and fresh, I used a fresh washcloth to wash her body the same way she did mine. Lightly brushing my fingers across her swollen nipples, I watched as a look of lust brew in her eyes.
Without warning, Henny dropped to her knees and pulled my dick into her mouth. The moment I touched the back of her throat, I couldn’t conceal the deep groan that escaped my lips. Pulling the rubber band that held her hair in place, I watched as her silky curls clung to her face while she serviced me with her wet mouth. While Henny bopped her head at a steady pace, using her cheeks to suction my dick, she played with my balls, causing an overwhelming feeling of pleasure to take over me.
“SHIT!” I gripped my bottom lip with my teeth while I filled her mouth with my nut.
Standing to her feet, Henny used the running water to rinse her mouth before stepping out of the shower. Regulating my breathing, I stood with my back against the shower wall, recuperating from the mind-blowing nut I had just experienced. After turning the water off, I used the oversized towel to dry my body before joining Hennessey in the room. I watched as her perky breasts bounced while she towel dried her hair.
“You good?” she asked, with her eyes trained on mine.
“I’m straight.” Tearing open a new pack of boxers, I slipped one on before climbing in the bed.
“You got a big dick for your a
ge.”
“Yeah, I know,” I replied in a dismissive tone.
“I don’t get you. I just sucked the soul out your dick, and you still being rude as fuck to me.” Henny grunted.
“That’ the problem with you hoes. Y’all think sex will woo every man. I ain’t hard up for head or pussy.” Waving Hennessy off, I made myself comfortable in the bed.
A nigga was full, fresh out the shower, drained from my nut, and ready to knock the fuck out. The way the AC blasted in the room made it a struggle for me to keep my eyes open.
“Who the fuck you calling a hoe?” Hennessey jumped on the bed, standing over me.
“It’s funny how you can buck at me, but you let your nigga dislocate your shoulder.” I chuckled. “That mouth is probably why you stayed getting fucked up.”
“Yo, you bipolar as fuck, I swear.” Henny's voice was in distress as she shook her head.
Plopping down on the bed next to me, she gathered a few blankets and pillows before using them to create a pallet on the floor. The soft sniffles that filled the quiet space in the room made me realize I was hitting below the belt.
“My bad, bruh. You don’t have to sleep on the floor. If anything, I’ll sleep on the floor instead,” I spoke up, feeling like shit.
When she didn’t respond, I got out of bed and picked her up. Hennessy put up no fight as I carried her back to the bed and wrapped my arms around her. Cuddling with a female was new to me. I had witnessed my parents do it, seen it in a few movies, yet I’d never experienced having a girl I wanted to be in my arms.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” I offered as an apology.
“I’m done kissing your ass, Miami. At this point, I don’t give a fuck anymore,” she fumed.
Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath, inhaling the powder fresh deodorant Henny used.
“I don’t know why my father did it. He worked so hard paying for this big ass vacation that my mother planned. Me and my sister were looking forward to that shit too. We didn’t know where we were going because my mom decided to surprise us.” I chuckled. “For him to just come home and kill my mom, my baby sister… I… I… I…” Clearing my throat, I took my time with my words to prevent myself from choking up. “I was supposed to die too. Why God spared my life, I will never understand. Living with this pain sometimes has me feeling like I would be better off dead.”
