A Child of a Crackhead
copyright 2009 by Shameek A.Speight web address:
www.createspace.com/3418104
author’s email:
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ISBN 978-144996626
First Edition
This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organization, establishments, locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.
Dedications
I dedicate this book to my mother for believing in me, like you said mom, touch the world, but don’t let it touch you. I’ll touch the world one book at a time. I also dedicate this book to all the abusive women in this world, stay strong and
always keep going, there’s always someone depending on you.
Acknowledgments:
It has only been the power of
God, my Lord and savior Jesus
Christ that I have been able to persevere through many of my trials that I have been in my life. I thank him. To my family, my beloved
sisters thank you for believing in me. To my auntie, I love you. To my daughter, Niomi, I do all this for you baby. To all the men and women who are locked up, hold your head and keep your faith. There will be a brighter day. To my niggas in the hood, I told you I could sell books.
To Antonio Inch Thomas, thank you for teaching me all about the book game. To all my fans, thank you for all your support.
A CHILD OF A CRACKHEAD
He watched as she screamed and
yelled with every strike that the man made to her face. From her mouth, she spit blood that was rolling down her face. He continued to watch the 6’2” dark skin man repeatedly hit and kick the woman in the stomach, again and again. “Bitch, I’ll kill you!”
“Nooooo stop! Please stop!” as she yelled his closed fist went upside her head.
She tried to get up to only be knocked right back down with a punch to her jaw. Tears and blood were mixed and were constantly running down her face. Michael knew he had to do something to stop the man from beating the beautiful brown skin woman.
With tears running down his own face he yelled, “Daddy stop, daddy stop!” as he ran his 6 year old frame up in between his father and his mother. “Daddy, stop hitting mommy!” All he felt was his father’s big black hands grasp him around his neck and squeeze until he couldn’t breathe and threw him across the room. Michael sat on the floor crying. Partly because of the pain he felt, but mostly because of the beating his mother was getting. He again watched his father repeatedly kick and hit his mother over and over. Michael eased his little body off the floor. And knew he had to help his mother, even if he got hurt again. He ran to his father’s leg and wrapped himself around it and bit into his father’s thigh with all his might. “Aahhh, you little fucker!” he yelled as he tried to shake Michael off his leg. But, Michael held on with his arms squeezing tighter and his teeth locked down in his father’s leg. Until he was struck on his back so hard, he couldn’t breathe. Michael gasped for air. “Don’t hit my son!”
Michael’s mother yelled. And with quick reaction she jabbed the big man in the eye,
“Aahhh! You bitch, Rachel, I’m going to kill you!” he yelled while holding his eye.
She got up off the floor and slid up underneath the bed. The big hand tried to grab her, but his hand wouldn’t fit under the bed. He lifted the bed over his head to see his woman rounded up into a ball, shaking under the bed frame. He smiled with a devilish grin and bent down to grab her. The man felt pain from his hand. He looked at the blood that was running down his hand.
He kept trying to grab for Rachel, but with every reach he received the same pain came again and again. Blood was everywhere. In a swift move, Rachel got up and started swinging wild. Blood was flying everywhere with each hit she struck him with. He noticed then that it wasn’t her blood. It was his. He was feeling the pain in every spot on his arms and hands where she struck him. While he used his arms to defend her strike, he tried to focus his attention on what she had in her hands. It was too late. The razor came down and sliced his face. Splitting his cheek to the white meat, turning pink and blood just poured from the thick long cut. He bent down and yelled in anger and pain. Rachel took the only opportunity she had and grabbed Michael and ran out the door. They lived on the fifth floor of an apartment building. She held her son with both arms wrapped around him. She ran down the stars as fast as she possibly could in complete terror and badly hurt and hoping she wouldn’t drop Michael. She made it to the apartment buildings lobby. The exit was right in front of her. Thinking and smiling with relief that she had made it. Her neck snapped back with a powerful force and was taken down to the floor with Michael still wrapped around her. She screamed as loud as she could, but no one would come out of their apartment doors to help them. Michael looked back to see that the long black hand reached and grabbed his mother’s hair and drug them all the way back up the stairs into their apartment where he and his mother received the beating of their lives. What seemed like an endless night of destruction to the apartment and beatings to Rachel and Michael, not one person in the apartment building that heard the screams and cries for help would come to help and save them.
Chapter 2
Rachel watched as her husband left the apartment. She got up and began to clean up the mess in the apartment and clean her wounds. She walked over to her son and gently wiped his face with a clean hot rag.
“Oww mommy it hurts!” Michael cried when she touched the knot on his head with the rag. “Jr., I have to clean you up. I know it hurts, but you have to be my big man.”
“Yes, mommy,” Michael said.
“Mommy, I hate him! Why do I have to have the same name as him? I don’t want to be like him.”
“Baby, you’ll never be like him.
Always remember, a woman is like a flower.
Flowers are to be treated only with a gentle touch. Knowing that, you should always treat women with a gentle touch, love her, and cherish her.”
“Yes mommy.”
“You always remember that Jr.”
“I hate him, mommy.”
“He’s not that bad Jr. It’s the drugs.
When he smokes that stuff, it messes with his head. He gets mad and does things like this. He gets mad at me when I don’t want to smoke it with him and beats me.”
Michael really didn’t understand what he was just told. But, all he knew was his father acted funny and crazy after smoking the funny smelling stuff in what looked like a glass pipe.
Michael Ice Sr., or better known on the streets as “Black Ice”, was feared by everyone and anybody everywhere he went.
Most people that heard the name, Black Ice, thought he got the name because of his black skin that shined like a beautiful black jewel.
But, those that knew the real reason feared him a great deal. Michael Ice, Sr. had a cold heart. When he was younger the old timer’s would say he was as cold as ice, just like his last name. So the name stuck with him.
Black Ice had two drug spots in east New York Brooklyn. He was the man and could get whatever he wanted—women, clothes, and jewelry. What he didn’t have he would take. His life was smooth, or the shit, as he would put it. Shit started going downhill for Black Ice once he started fucking around with a broad named, Roxy. Roxy was sexy as fuck. She had a fat ass, light skin complexion, and a body most women would die for. She wanted nothing to do with a drug dealer. She was in school studying to be a nurse. Black Ice had the love of his life, his wife Rachel, and the mother of his child. Even with that, he still wanted to have a taste of Roxy. He came up with a plan. He knew that Roxy loved to smoke weed. And
one day Black Ice asked her if she wanted to go smoke with him. Roxy looked at Black Ice funny. She thought he was a sexy, black mother fucker, but she couldn’t get messed up with a drug dealer.
Then she thought to herself, what would it hurt to get high with him? And she thought even if she did, she would have control the whole time. When she agreed, Black Ice took her to one of his many apartments he owned in Brooklyn. He rolled up a blunt and gave it to Roxy who was sitting on the couch with her thick, sexy legs crossed.
Roxy lit the blunt and moaned as she inhaled. “This is some good ass shit.” She hit the blunt three more times and passed it back to Black Ice. He hesitated on taking the blunt. Roxy lifted her left eyebrow and looked at him, “What you’re not going to smoke with me?” Black Ice knew that he had to hit the blunt or she’d think something was wrong. Black Ice laced the weed with crack and didn’t want to hit it, but knew he had too. As he hit the blunt hard and passed it right back to Roxy he thought to himself that he would be able to handle it. “Damn, I’m high as a kite. I have never gotten this high before,” Roxy said as she continued to smoke and pass the blunt back and forth between them. Roxy was getting horny and she couldn’t quite understand why her pussy was getting wet. She started rubbing on her breast with her hand through her shirt.
Black Ice noticed her playing with herself and knew that this was his opportunity to get that taste of Roxy he so fantasized about.
He moved in closer to Roxy on the couch and began kissing on her neck very softly.
Roxy tilted her head and he then sucked her neck. Roxy let out a little moan. Black Ice moved up to her lips and began kissing her.
Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. He pulled up her shirt and looked at her beautiful, full breasts. He circled her nipples with his tongue. “Yes, yes!” Roxy moaned as Black Ice pulled down her jeans and panties. He kissed and licked her from her lips to her neck and down her body between her thighs. Spreading her legs gently apart and with every turn of his head there were her thick thighs and her wet ass pussy right in front of him. He slowly kissed her inner thighs with soft, gentle wet kisses. “Yes, ohhh, yes baby,” she bit her bottom lip as his tongue made its way to her clit. Roxy eyes rolled back as he pushed his tongue inside her pussy. He savored her sweet taste. Roxy’s body began to tremble with each movement of his tongue that teased and pleased her inside. She began rocking her hips and rubbing her breast with one hand and fondling her clit with the other. Black Ice pulls himself up to glance at Roxy to see how engaged she was in what was happening. He wanted to see what she would do once he used his fingers inside her like it was his own dick penetrating inside her. She gave out a loud moan, thrusting her hips, and licking her lips. Her vaginal muscles contracted with every move his finger made inside her. He went back down and licked her pussy and put his tongue back inside her only for a moment. He couldn’t take her sweet moans any more. His dick was getting as hard as a rock. He stood up over Roxy who still kept fondling herself and moaning after his tongue came out of her. He began to undress from his shirt and jeans. Roxy was watching him undress to unveil his black, chocolate body. At 6’2”
tall and 200 pounds, Black Ice was all muscle from head to toe from all the years of working out going back and forth to jail.
She gasped and arched her back as he slid into her. Black Ice wasted no time to tear into that pussy that he has desired so. He had been, wanting Roxy for a long time. He put her legs on his shoulders and penetrated inside her, thrusting in and out. She moaned with each hard and deep thrust making her ass smack up against him. “Tell me this is my pussy now!” Black Ice demanded as he pulled out his nine inch dick out of her, tapping it against her pussy. “It’s yours baby, yes, oh yes!” Roxy moaned. Black Ice flipped her over on the couch putting her face down in the pillow and arched her back putting her ass up in the air. He slid into her wet pussy and began to pound and pound away as his dick went deeper and deeper with every pump. “Yes baby, yes! Fuck me, fuck me!” Roxy moaned as Black Ice tore her inside up. He was intoxicated by her wetness. He smacked her ass and watched it jiggle from the back to the front. Tears of pleasure rolled down Roxy’s face as she came.
“Oh, oh, ahh baby” she moaned as she climaxed. She grabbed the couch pillow and bit down on it. This only turned on Black Ice even more. He gritted his teeth as his dick throbbed and proceeded to bang her back out. His nut was building up. He pulled his dick out and turned Roxy to him and came all over her face. “Shit, that was good!” Roxy said while licking and wiping the cum from her face. “Yea, your pussy is the shit” Black Ice replied.
“You got some more weed like we just had?” Roxy asked. “Yes Mami,” Black Ice rolled up another blunt full of crack and weed. He and Roxy smoked, and they fucked each other over and over again.
Going back and forth from smoking and fucking, they just started smoking the crack straight up in a pipe and continued all night long.
Chapter 3
After beating Rachel’s ass for not wanting to smoke crack with him, Black Ice jumped into his 1990 Lexus ES that just came out that year. His drug business was doing well for him. He grabbed a rag out of his back seat and put it on his face to stop the bleeding from the deep cut Rachel gave him. “That bitch!” Black Ice said out loud.
He took out a bag full of crack cocaine and pulled a clear pipe out of his pocket and emptied two into the pipe. He pulled out his lighter and flicked it and held the fire to the end of the pipe and inhaled the crack smoke.
He held it in until he couldn’t anymore and let it out. His head spun from the high and his eyes popped wide open. He started the car and headed for the hospital to get his wounds stitched up.
From the hospital, he drove to Roxy’s apartment in Flatbush. He got the place for her after they started fucking. He pulled up to the building and went to the door, took out his keys, and opened the door to the apartment. The stink smell hit him in the face. “Damn bitch, you don’t clean this place no more?” Black Ice yelled as he entered. Roxy didn’t answer him. Black Ice looked around the living room to see clothes and garbage all over the floor and roaches scattering around the floor. “Damn, this bitch has fallen off,” he thought. He walked to the back of the apartment looking for Roxy. He opened the bedroom door and couldn’t believe what his eyes saw. Roxy was naked on her knees with her ass up in the air. A light skin, thin man with a bald head was fucking her from the back. That wasn’t the worst part of it Roxy was sucking a brown skin, man’s dick at the same time.
The three of them were all too busy fucking that they didn’t even notice Black Ice opened the bedroom door. “Bitch, suck that dick! Yeah like that,” the brown skin ordered while his friend was fucking Roxy’s pussy from the back. “Mmmm, mmmm,”
Roxy moans were getting louder even though her mouth that was full of dick. She couldn’t get all what she was saying out.
She stopped sucking the brown skin, man’s dick and the two men switched places.
“Ya’ll going to hit me off with some more of that crack, right?” “Yes!” the brown man said as he entered inside her from the back.
Satisfied that she was going to get some more crack, she began to suck off his bald headed, light skin friend.
Black Ice had seen enough. He went back into the living room and grabbed a pillow off the couch and went into the kitchen and took a sharp butchers knife out of the drawer. He rushed right back into the bedroom. Again, not one of them heard him re-enter the bedroom. The brown skin man’s back was facing Black Ice while he was humping in and out of Roxy and the light skin, bald man had his eyes closed enjoying the deep throat Roxy was giving him. Black Ice walked quietly, but quickly, up on the brown skin guy. Black Ice grabbed the man onto the floor and pulled back his head and sliced his neck from ear to ear with the butcher knife. The man never made a sound. Blood poured out his neck as he tried to gasp for air. He grabbed his neck to try to stop the blood, but there was no use.
He fell over on top of Roxy. “Nigga, what the
fuck is you doing?” Roxy asked with the light skin, man’s dick in her hand. She felt the warm liquid running down her back when the man’s weight fell on top of her.
The bald man looked up to see why Roxy stopped giving him a blowjob. When he opened his eyes he was staring right up into Black Ice’s dreadful eyes. He glanced over to see his dead friend on top of Roxy. Roxy was so high she thought the dude had fallen asleep after he came on her back.
“Ahhh, who the fuck are you?” the bald man questioned Black Ice. When he asked Roxy quickly bucked her body throwing the dead man off of her. She looked back and screamed when she saw Black Ice. The light skin man jumped up and ran for his jeans, where his gun was laid. Black Ice moved with the speed of light and punched the man in the nose sending him flying back into the bed next to Roxy. Black Ice pulled out a 3.80 special from his waist band and aimed at the man on the bed.
“No, No, please man! No!” the man begged for his life, not knowing that his plea was going to a deaf mans ear and a very cold heart. Roxy was screaming and Black Ice turned and pointed the gun at her.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch! Or a bullet will go through your head!” he yelled.
Roxy got quiet and tears ran down her face. Black Ice picked up a pillow off the bed and pointed the gun back at the bald man’s head.
“Listen man, please. What you want?
I have money and crack in my jeans pocket,” The man said.
“This isn’t about any money fool.”
Black Ice replied then looked at Roxy on the bed holding herself, crying covered in blood.
“It’s about her? Listen man. I didn’t know this was your woman. She said she would fuck me and my friend for some crack. Please, don’t kill me,” the man continued to beg.
“Shut the fuck up and lay on your stomach, now!”
“Please man!”
Black Ice smacked the man in the nose with the butt of the gun making it bleed.
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