The Dopefiend

by JaQuavis Coleman

  “Take your time, fam. Take your time,” Rah said as he began to follow the ass and perky, plastic-surgery tits into the main room.

  Seven followed Hassan into the den, which was on the lower level of the house. As Seven went down the stairs that led to the den, he noticed the mood and decorative theme had changed. The speaker system was turned off in the lower den and the all-white carpet made it look immaculate. The carpet was so soft, Seven felt like he was walking on pillows as he went across the floor. The Italian, white leather couches equipped with round, glass in-tables, and a huge plasma television that hung on the wall were nothing short of amazing.

  “Have a seat, my friend,” Hassan offered as he took a seat on the couch, right across from Seven.

  “I need two whole things and was wondering could you spot me two on consignment,” Seven said, getting straight to business.

  “I see that you are trying to step your game up, Seven.”

  “Something like that. I am ready to make some power moves. I just need to start thinking about the future.”

  “You’re a smart man. You remind me so much of Apple. I just wish that he had been thinking the same way you were thinking back then,” Hassan replied. Apple was on his way back from copping from him when he got busted years ago.

  “Yeah, me too.”

  “I tell you what. You say you want two kilos on consignment. I’ma give you ten. It’s time to step you up into the big leagues. You have been buying from me for years and every time you come, you just buy a few at a time. Usually I would have cut you off as a customer, but Apple spoke very highly of you and off the strength of him . . . I fucks with you. But it’s time for you to do this right,” Hassan said as he glanced at the tall, slender Russian woman who came into the room heading straight for the bar. Her hair was short and white as snow. She began pouring Hassan his favorite drink: Scotch on the rocks.

  Seven nodded his head in agreement as he began to rub his hands together thinking about the opportunity that Hassan had just placed in front of him. The woman brought the drink to Hassan and asked Seven if he wanted something. Seven shook his head no and focused back on Hassan.

  “I’m ready, fam,” Seven said, looking forward to shutting the whole city of Flint down with the raw he was about to get hit with.

  “Great,” Hassan said as he took a sip of the drink and looked at the Russian woman. “Get ten kilos for our friend.” Seven smiled and put his plan to flood the city in motion.

  Rah looked down at his rod getting slurped by the Latino he took a liking to earlier and rubbed the breast of another woman who was sucking on his nipples. Every woman in Hassan’s mansion was an avid ecstasy pill popper, so it didn’t take long for Rah to get his freak session popping off. Seven and Hassan returned to the main room, Seven having a duffle bag in hand. Seven shook his head as he saw Rah grinding his pelvis into the beautiful woman’s mouth. Rah’s eyes were closed and Seven chuckled at how Rah was so into it, with small sweat beads on his nose.

  “Rah, let’s roll,” Seven said in his low voice. Rah didn’t even hear him. “Rah!” Seven said louder, getting his attention.

  “Hold on, fam,” Rah begged, not taking his eyes off the girl who was pleasing him. Hassan, being a nymphomaniac himself, walked behind the woman who was sucking Rah and opened his robe, exposing his hairy, naked body underneath. Hassan licked his two fingers and began to rub on her holes, searching for her womb. The girl, without hesitation, parted her legs and propped her ass up in the air for easier access. The ladies in the room flocked to Hassan as if he were a magnet, caressing him and each other all at once.

  “Damn, man,” Seven said as he turned his head, not feeling comfortable with the orgy forming right before his eyes. “Fuck it, I’ma load up,” Seven said as he headed to the parking garage so he could load the dope in the dummy gas tank. His mind was always on the money, never on pussy. That was why he was the boss and Rah was the help. “Let’s get it,” Seven whispered to himself as he faded into the darkness that led to the garage.

  Chapter Seven

  Seven pulled into his apartment complex and was dead tired. It was 1:00 A.M., and he had just dropped off Rah, leaving him with every brick except one, which was promised to one of his south side buyers, Mouse. He was supposed to meet up with Mouse first thing in the morning, so he kept the brick on him. He threw his car in park and exited the car, having the brick tucked in his inner coat. He hoped that Hazel was still up so they could kick it for a minute. He felt bad for leaving her there alone all day. I know she was bored, he thought as he climbed the steps that led to his apartment’s door. He unlocked the door and stepped into the dark apartment. When he flicked on the lights, his heart dropped. He saw that his television was gone. The cords were sprawled over the floor, where Hazel had ripped them from the back of the television. He already knew what had happened. “Damn, Hazel,” he whispered as disappointment overcame him. He shook his head from side to side and walked over to the kitchen. He grabbed the empty Cheerios box and then stuffed the brick of heroin into it. Although he was tired and upset, he went to look for Hazel. What did I get myself into? he thought as he headed out the door, knowing exactly where Hazel was.

  Hazel smiled while her eyes were almost closed. She was high as a kite in the middle of the dope house as she lay slumped on a dingy beanbag chair. Fiends were scattered all over the spacious house doing their preferred drug, while the dope boys sat at the middle table waiting to serve anybody who wanted more. She looked in the corner of the room and saw Millie’s slim, naked body grinding on the lap of a young hustler, giving him the ride of his life. Her small breasts bounced up and down as she demanded the attention of every dope boy in the house with her loud moaning and on-point rhythm. The sound of her ass landing, smacking against his balls filled the air. “Damn, Millie,” another hustler yelled as his eyes were fixated on her petite, plump behind moving in fast circular motions. Her wetness was dripping off of her love box and she grabbed her small breasts and stretched them by gripping them, so she could suck them herself. Millie knew exactly what she was doing, which was making a commercial for herself; to the other hustlers. With them lusting after her and seeing her skillfulness, she would never be dope-less, because her sex would be a hot commodity throughout the hood. Hazel couldn’t wait until the young hustler reached his orgasm, so that they could start using the pack that he promised to Millie as a trade for the sexual favor. The sound of the young hustler grunting sounded throughout the room as he stretched his legs straight out. Millie hopped off of him quickly, exposing that he didn’t have a condom on. His load shot out of his rocket and onto his own hands and inner thigh. Millie immediately held her hand out, waiting for her payment while juices dripped from her love box. The hustler shook his rod off and quickly put it back in his pants, not wanting to have his pole on display for everyone. He then dug into his pockets and gave Millie a fifty pack while he sweated and breathed heavily, giving the dope up gladly.

  Millie turned around and looked for her pants, exposing her chubby vagina, which hung low and was so fat that it didn’t match her petite frame. Her lips were swollen and glazed as every man in the room took a peek at her chunky monkey. She grabbed her pants and slid them on quickly and waved over Hazel, so they could slip in the back room and shoot up. Millie faded into the back, anxious to see what the dope was like. Hazel slowly got up and began to follow Millie into the back room, but a hand stopped her from going. It was the hustler that was cheering Millie on earlier. He was hard as a missile and it showed through his baggy sweat pants. He wanted a piece of Hazel after seeing what her girl could do.

  “Hold on, ma. Let me hit that,” he demanded as he dangled a bag of dope in his free hand. Hazel quickly snatched her arm away from him and smacked her lips. She never had traded sex to feed her habit. That was Millie’s thing, not hers.

  “I’m good, playboy,” Hazel said as she tried to walk away. But the young hustler snatched her back, making her fall into his lap. He instantl
y began to grope her and feel her nice-sized breasts. “Stop,” she protested lazily as she tried to defend her body from his touches. The other hustlers were laughing at her trying to block his gropes, but all the laughing stopped when Seven came through the door with his own key, being that it was his own dope house that he had set up for his runners.

  The young hustler who was groping Hazel didn’t notice that everyone had stopped laughing because he was too busy ripping Hazel’s shirt off. It wasn’t until he felt the cold steel of Seven’s gun striking him that he knew what time it was.

  “Aghhh,” the young hustler yelled as he held his bloody ear. He quickly went for his gun and stood up to see who had clocked him, but he immediately lowered his weapon when he looked into the eyes of a killer. “Damn, Seven. I didn’t know that was you,” he pleaded as he continued to hold his aching ear. Seven looked at Hazel, who was on the floor trying to cover herself up.

  “Hazel, it’s time to go!” With dominance, Seven grabbed Hazel’s arm and helped her off the floor. Seven had set up that specific house for his young hustlers to post at while they served his dope; never did he imagine that he would provide Hazel a spot to poison her body. “Everybody listen up,” Seven said in a rare loud tone, so everyone could hear him. “You see this girl right here?” he asked as he jerked Hazel by the arm, and then paused, making sure every pair of eyes were on him and Hazel. “Nobody serves her! Nobody!”

  Millie came out of the back room with a belt tied tightly around her arm with her pants unbuttoned showing the hair beneath her belly button. She wanted to see what was taking Hazel so long, but she quickly realized what had happened when she saw Seven’s face. “Damn,” she whispered, knowing that he was there to rain on their parade.

  “I knew it,” Seven whispered when he saw Millie step out. “You stay away from Hazel or I’ma kill you. Try me if you want to,” Seven said, meaning every word of it. Usually you couldn’t pay Millie not to talk shit, but she saw the look in Seven’s eyes and opted to remain silent, not wanting any parts of him at that moment. “Like I said, nobody serves Hazel or I’ma cut you off. If I hear about any of you niggas serving Hazel . . . no dope for nobody. Then nobody can make any money. I will come and sell out this mufucka if I have to and cut all y’all out the picture. Understand!” Seven said as he took his time and eyed each of the five hustlers who were present. Seven controlled that whole hood and without his dope, it would be a drought. The young hustlers knew who the boss was and from that point on, it would be also impossible for Hazel to cop from her old neighborhood. Her only other option would be to go to the south side to cop, which was a twenty-minute drive or a two-hour walk. Seven dragged Hazel out of the dope house and back to his place. It was the beginning of a long journey, but he was determined to get Hazel back right.

  The next morning Hazel woke up to the sound of drilling and with a slight headache. The previous night was like a blur to her. The only thing she remembered was that one minute she was high, feeling good at the spot, and the next minute, Seven was pulling her clothes off and laying her down to sleep in his bed. Of course, Seven slept in the living room again. While rubbing her temples, trying to ease her headache, Hazel groggily entered into the living room and saw that Seven was sweating, shirtless, while drilling a four-by-four over his windows that led to his fire escape, which made it impossible for Hazel to slide a television out again. He was taking every precaution, not trying to make the same mistake twice. Hazel also noticed that Seven’s television was back in its original spot. He greeted her without turning around.

  “Morning,” he said in his usual low tone.

  How does he do that? “Good morning. You mad at me?” Hazel asked, feeling ashamed of what she had done the previous day.

  “No. Not mad at all. I already knew that was going to happen. I have been dealing with dopefiends all my life. I guess I just was hoping that I could change you in a day,” Seven said as he finished putting the first board up and wiping the sweat from his brow. Hazel felt horrible about what she had done and decided to give Seven an explanation.

  “Seven, can I ask you something?” Hazel said as she sat on the couch, watching him walk right past her. Seven didn’t have anything to say to Hazel and was making it obvious that he was trying to avoid eye contact with her. He knew that if he thought about her stealing from him, he would get upset at her disloyalty.

  “Yeah, go ’head,” Seven said as he grabbed more nails that were on the kitchen table. When Seven walked past Hazel to return to drilling, she grabbed his hand.

  “Seven! Just stop for a minute. Do you know how it feels to crave heroin, huh?” Hazel asked as she gripped his hand tightly and began to tear up. The saddened look on her face made Seven lighten up, and he sat down on the couch next to her.

  “No, I can’t say that I do.” “Well, it takes over your body. If it’s not in your system . . . it feels like you’re dying. Sometimes I can’t even control my bowel movements, Seven.” Hazel was giving him the ugly truth, not holding anything back while demonstrating complete humility. Hazel buried her face in her hands as the tears began to roll down her cheek. “I can’t help it. When I start getting that Jones, I don’t think straight. The only thing on my mind is getting that shit in my veins. I don’t care who I have to hurt, steal from, or betray to get it. I’m so sorry. I . . . . “Before she could even say the rest of her sentence she began to hyperventilate and cry like a newborn baby. She was breaking down right before Seven. He couldn’t help but to feel sorry for her. He replaced his hand on her back and then began to rub.

  “Damn,” he whispered to himself.

  “This shit got a hold of me. I want to shake it so bad.”

  “I am going to help you get through this. But you have to help me help you. I can’t hold you down if you steal and lie,” he whispered, but spoke just loud enough for her to hear him. Seven knew that he would have to be more hands-on in helping her with her recovery. He went and got the phonebook, searching for professional help for Hazel. He knew he couldn’t do it alone.

  GiGi was acting overly nice to Hazel as she sat in the living room with her watching a movie. Seven had asked her to come over and take Hazel shopping while he made a run up the highway. Seven left GiGi with $3,000 for Hazel, but Hazel only saw 500 of the dollars. The rest went in GiGi’s pocket. Nevertheless, Hazel was appreciative and she got some nice clothes with the money. Hazel couldn’t understand why GiGi was acting so nice to her and chalked it up to a change of heart. Hazel was wary at first, but then after a couple of hours she got comfortable with GiGi. GiGi began to quiz Hazel about her and Seven’s relationship. Hazel told her truth, stating that it was like a brother and sister relationship: nothing more, nothing less. After hours of sneak interrogating throughout the day, GiGi couldn’t come up with any anything incriminating in stone, so she grew angrier by the second. GiGi had a jealous streak a mile long and was determined to get Hazel out of Seven’s life. I hate this li’l bitch. I don’t know what Seven sees in her dopefiend ass, GiGi thought as she got up and headed to the refrigerator with a fake smile plastered on her face. GiGi stood behind her and stared. Jealous thoughts emerged and she thought about how she could get rid of Hazel. GiGi knew how Seven felt about Apple. Seven was big on loyalty, so GiGi thought about ways to make Seven feel as if Hazel was untrustworthy to get Hazel out of the picture. All of a sudden GiGi got an idea. It was as if a light bulb popped on in her head and she smiled and put the tip of one of her manicured nails in between her teeth sinisterly.

  “I’m hungry as hell,” GiGi said loudly. “How about you?” GiGi asked, waiting for Hazel to fall into her trap.

  “Nah, I’m good,” Hazel answered as she was deep into the good movie playing. GiGi walked over to the refrigerator and moved around a couple of boxes that sat on top of it until she found the one she was looking for.

  “What’s this?” GiGi asked loudly as she pulled down the box that she knew Seven kept extra bricks in. She had seen him put it in there before w
hen she was pretending as if she was asleep. She knew that it would be impossible for a dopefiend like Hazel to turn down dope if it’s available.

  “What’s what?” Hazel said as she looked back.

  “This,” GiGi said as she pulled out a plastic-wrapped brick of heroin with a “Lady Luck” stamp on it. Hazel’s eyes quickly grew big as she saw what was in GiGi’s hand. Hazel quickly got up and walked over to her cautiously as if GiGi held a bomb in her hands. Hazel’s eyes were fixed on the brick, and GiGi smiled seeing the thirst in Hazel’s eyes. GiGi had Hazel right where she wanted her.

  “What’s this shit?” GiGi asked again, playing dumb.

  “GiGi, I don’t think you should mess with that. Put it back where you found it,” Hazel said as she tried to prevent herself from looking so fascinated. Hazel knew how good Lady Luck was and her forearm instantly began to itch as she thought about how it would feel if it was surfing through her veins. Hazel closed her eyes and looked as if she was having an orgasm, and GiGi was watching, nodding her head in enjoyment.

  “What is it?” GiGi asked again.

  “Nothing! Just put it back before Seven gets home,” Hazel said as she snatched it out of her hands and put it back in the cereal box. Hazel then placed the box back on top of the refrigerator. This green bitch! She don’t even know what dope look like, Hazel thought as she shook her head and returned to the couch along with GiGi. They continued to watch the movie, but after seeing the package, Hazel couldn’t focus on anything else but getting high. GiGi smiled on the inside knowing that Hazel would eventually self-destruct. She had set the bait; now all she would have to do is wait for Hazel to take it. GiGi knew that Seven would surely kick her to the curb at the moment he found out that she would steal from him.