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Two Lost Souls:
Shooting Blindly into the Dark
Nicole Jackson
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Chapter 1
July 2010
Black Reign
“Look at all that ass!”
“Nigga, fuck you!” I lashed. Toke worked my damn nerves! He was always hanging on the block in the exact same spot. It was the same shit, just a different day.
“Black Reign, come here, though.” He beckoned with a head gesture. I shook my head, and kept it moving, down the sidewalk.
“Black Reign, be switching hard, like somebody wants her lil’ dusty ass.”
I spun around so fast my damn twenty inch ponytail nearly flew off my head. “Who dusty?!”
Kaydoa’s bitch ass stood, holding his sagging jeans up with his left hand, chuckling. “Yo ass.”
“Yeah, just like ya mammy, wit her fat ass!” I spewed.
“Bitch, what?” he growled, as he moved towards me.
“Naw, chill out.” Toke grabbed his arm. “Let her make it, main.”
“Yeah, come on, Black Reign.” Dookey Baby grabbed my shoulder.
“I’ma get Tron for his ass, watch.” I grumbled, as we tracked down the sidewalk. “Wit his weak ass. I bet ya if he didn’t keep that pistol wit him all these niggas would be getting in his shit.”
Dookey Baby sighed heavily. “Bitch, I don’t know. That boy is crazy. He don’t be just carrying them guns for nothing. They’re saying that he killed some niggas from Coke Street.”
I sucked my teeth. “Man, fuck him and them Coke niggas.”
“Yeah, fuck ‘em.” Dookey Baby shrugged.
“That nigga ran me hot.” I complained, as I rubbed the back of my neck. The damn gel on the back of my hair had melted, and was leaving brown residue on my hand. “Got the back of my hair fucking up.”
Dookey Baby eyed my hair. “Naw, bitch…that shit was already fucked up.”
I stopped, and stood with my hands on my hips, giving her my best bowlegged profile. “You got me fucked up.”
She placed a fist to her mouth as she giggled. “Bitch, get off the gas.”
“I am so serious.” I daintily tossed my Chinese bang off my eye. I was about to go into full clown mode when my cell vibrated in my hand. I glanced down at the screen, and noticed Mr. Cee calling me. Damn, I didn’t want to be bothered with his old ass. I mean, he wasn’t old old, but he was forty-three, while I was a mere seventeen. Something about him always made me feel dirty, but…I needed to pay my cell phone bill that day.
“Hello.” I answered.
“Hey, mama, I’m trying to see you. Let daddy come get you in a few.” He breathed into the phone.
“And do what?” I cut straight to the chase.
“You already know. I want yo sexy ass to sit on daddy’s face.”
I cringed at the thought. “Umm…” I bit my bottom lip. “I guess you can pick me up from my house in about a hour. Is that cool?”
“Yeah. I’ll be there.”
“Okay.” I ended the call.
“That must’ve been a old skool, cause yo ass don’t seem too excited.” Dookey Baby assumed.
“Hell yeah.” I pursed my lips. For a second I really considered going to find a job. I mean, having to depend on these broke ass niggas to make it was for the birds. Whoever thought that dick chasing was a full-time job was a damn fool.
No, I wasn’t the baddest bitch walking through the hood. Nah, my hair wasn't down to my ass, either. Wasn't shit fancy about me. My hair was short as fuck, and I kept a weave ponytail and Chinese bang working. I have a copper brown complexion. I didn’t wear make-up, but ya girl had a body out of this world. I was known for having one of the biggest asses in the hood. I was thick with it too, wearing a healthy size twelve. But still the stomach was flat, and the waist was thin. My breasts were handfuls; just enough to hold. I had real thick thighs and a set of extreme bowlegs. Several niggas claimed that I had one of the meanest walks around, and I had to agree. Me in a pair of booty shorts was enough to make the strongest nigga’s knees weak.
So, no, I didn’t have a problem in the men department. My problem was that I was financially challenged. My mama was holding it down over there at Mickey D’s, slanging burgers for minimum wage. We lived in some small projects called Rose Plaza, in Fifth Ward and I shared a room with my brother and sister. After my mama paid her car note on her Toyota Camry and the bills she didn’t have shit to give. Yeah, we had food in the crib, and all the necessities, but anything more was on us.
My brother, Lil’ Coop was sixteen, and a real hard head. That nigga had basically dropped out of school, and was slanging rocks full time. My sister Ryah was nineteen, and already had a five year old. She and her baby stayed with us too. She didn’t work, and was always moving back and forth from her baby daddy’s mama’s house. The good thing about her situation was that her BD Lil’ Kelly actually took care of his responsibility, so my niece didn’t want for shit. Lil’ Kelly was always breaking bread, and my sister benefited regardless of their relationship. She was gonna keep that hair tight, and she kept new clothes on her body. It didn’t matter to me, though, because I couldn’t fit the bitch’s shit. She wore a size seven, and was selfish as fuck. I could wear her shoes and shit, but she wasn’t letting that happen. Therefore, I had to get it how I live.
It wasn’t like the men in the hood was throwing money at me left and right. Really, I didn’t ask for much. All I needed was my cell phone bill paid, money to buy a ponytail, and a pair of Jordans here and there, and I was good. Shit, but even getting that could be a challenge at times. That’s why I wasn’t above hitting up a store or two, and taking whatever the fuck I needed. At one point I had been quite reckless with the whole shoplifting thing, but catching two cases back to back had slowed me down. The first time I did a few days in the Harris County jail, but the next time my ass did three months. The damn Roman noodles they issued on commissary had swelled my ass up, but I wasn’t trying to go back.
Since I wasn’t about to spend any more time on lock down I had to deal with these bullshit ass men. The niggas my age were a no-go, because lame hoes were fucking it up for everybody. Dudes didn’t have to shell out cash when their broads were doing that. Shit, I aint have nothing to give to a grown ass nigga, but the fuck you finger. Then the older men wanted you to smile in their face, and pretend that his ass aint old enough to be your daddy. But hey, I did what I had to do.
“There his bitch ass go.” I sighed, sitting on the stairs in front of my apartment building. It was nine o’clock at night, and Mr. Cee was just pulling up. I was supposed to go to school the next day, but that shit was seeming less likely by the second.
“Have fun.” Dookey Baby teased, with her messy ass. She was my frail ass
friend who never fucked with niggas. She was simple in every sense of the word, and most boys overlooked her. Still, she was my girl, and was always being funny.
“Fuck you.” I stood up, and dusted off my ass. I switched down the steps, and made my way to Mr. Cee’s Explorer. I quickly hopped in, and he pulled off.
“What’s up?” he smiled, revealing all those gold teeth.
“Nothing.”
“Oh yeah?” he licked his lips, while he gripped the steering wheel. That nigga thought that he was cooler than a muthafucka. I mean, he wasn’t bad looking or anything, but he wasn’t that guy. He was dark chocolate and covered in tattoos. His taper fade was always neat and he had all that gold in his mouth. I heard he used to be a wild nigga a few years back, but now he worked a regular nine to five. Somebody like my mama would’ve been glad to holler at him, but I didn’t see him like that. It was primarily because his ass was just so nasty behind closed doors.
Mr. Cee was so…I don’t know. He…he knew how to eat my pussy until I was about to pass out. He would lick my ass, and then he’d fuck the holy shit out of me. The problem was that I always felt dirty afterward. Shit, he was older than my mama, and I would be embarrassed to call him my man in front of my friends at school. I would just look like a young hoe, getting fucked by a old ass man. The picture wasn't nice. In fact, the shit was ugly, but life had shown me a long time ago that aint shit pretty.
“Yeah, give me a few. I’ll be home in a minute.” He talked on his cell, as we entered the motel room. He moved around the room, wearing his blue work uniform. It was oily, and I could smell it from where I was standing.
I took my usual position on the edge of the bed, and quietly waited for him to wrap his conversation up.
“Alright, bye.” He finally hung up. He then stomped over to me, gripped my hands, and pulled me to my feet. We traded positions, and he sat on the bed. “Damn, this ass is so fat.” He moaned, as he palmed my butt.
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, as he slowly undressed me. Soon, I stood before him completely naked, and he fell back. “Come ride my face, baby.”
Robotically, I climbed in bed, and straddled his face. I rolled my hips, as he maneuvered his tongue between my pussy lips. It wasn’t long before my eyes were rolling into the back of my head, and I was riding the shit out of his face. I bucked my hips, as he gripped my waist.
For a few seconds, I became lost within the feeling. His tongue was finessing the hell out of my clit. That was until I glanced at the mirror to the left of us, and saw myself. I quickly diverted my eyes in shame. Still, seconds later I was cumming all over his face.
“Ugh!” I squeezed my eyes tight, as I rode the wave. “Shit,” I fell back, but he didn’t release my thighs. He continued to lick my clitoris, driving me crazy.
It wasn’t long before I was mounting him, just the way he wanted. I made sure to tighten my muscles around him, all while imagining some fantasy nigga closer to my age. I popped my booty as my titties bounced. I zoned out on him.
“Aw shit! Aw shit!” he gritted as he slapped my ass.
Even though, it was feeling good I was ready for it to be over. So I did my signature move on him, dropping into a Chinese split on his dick.
“Umm.” He crooned, as he let loose into his condom. I gazed down at him, watching him screw his face up, looking all ugly and shit. I waved my head, as I hopped off him.
“Umm, that pussy so yummy.” He licked his lips, as he sat up in bed.
“For real?” I mumbled, as I reached for my phone and scrolled through my text messages.
“For sho’.” He leaned forward, kissing the back of my neck.
Underneath, my skin was crawling. “My mama keep texting me, telling me to come home.” I lied. My damn mama worked the overnight shift that night, and thought that I was at home already.
“Damn, mama. I thought that we could chill a little longer this time.” He rubbed my thigh.
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
He tilted his head. “Now, you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
“No.” I stared at my phone, while his eyes burned a hole through me.
“Alright, but you must be catching the bus home. I got to get up early in the morning to go to work. So, I got the room, until the morning.” He yawned, suddenly tired. “Here.” He laid fifty dollars on the bed. “That’s a little change for you.”
I frowned, as he nestled underneath the covers. His bitch ass had promised me a hundred dollars the last time I saw him. That wasn’t even enough to pay my entire cell phone bill. “Mr. Cee, where’s the rest at?” I eyed the money.
“That’s all I got.” He mumbled with his eyes closed.
I frowned, as my blood boiled. “But this aint what we agreed upon.”
He opened one eye. “We didn’t agree on shit.”
“And what that mean?” I pressed, as I turned to face him, placing a hand on my hip.
“It means that I didn’t have to give you shit. I call myself looking out for you. You talking like I’m your trick or something. I don’t pay for pussy.” he stated arrogantly. This bullshit, old muthafucka really thought that he was still that nigga.
I scrounged up like something stunk. That funky ass muthafucka had me all the way fucked up. You see, I be playing wit these hoe ass niggas. You let the older niggas think they have a sweet innocent young girl on their hands. That shit turns their perverted asses out, because I truly believe that some niggas get off by fucking younger girls. But this broad here had lost her innocence long before she’d heard of a Mr. Cee. When it came to my money the games were off.
“Yeah, you pay for pussy, and I better get my muthafuckin’ money!” I spazzed, as I snatched the lil’ hot fifty dollars off the bed. “The fuck you thank this is?”
Mr. Cee scooted up in the bed, and glared at me. “Bitch, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?!”
“You know what…” I hurriedly snatched my clothes off the floor and redressed, “Fuck this.” I verbalized.
He didn’t say a word, as I stepped into my Jordans. He sat with a smirk, as if he’d won, not realizing who he was dealing with. With the swiftness of a gazelle, a swooped up his wallet that had fallen on the floor. I believed he didn’t even know that it was on the floor since it was originally sitting on the table. It really didn’t matter, though, as I bolted for the door, leaving his naked ass in the bed.
Once I’d made it safely to the first floor I glanced back to see if he’d given chase. His simple ass had just slammed the room door shut, not realizing what I’d done. Coincidentally, I was standing right next to his SUV. My eyes quickly searched the perimeter, until they landed on a piece of loose concrete. With payback on my mind, I snatched the slab of rock up, and slammed it into the driver’s window. The glass shattered, creating a ruckus, but I was gone with the wind.
Never looking back, I ran off the motel’s premises. Just my luck a bus was approaching a bus stop I was running past. I conveniently boarded the metro bus, getting the fuck out of dodge. I was huffing and puffing, as I took a seat at the back of the bus. Once I caught my breath I decided to see what Mr. Cee had in his wallet.
Man, it had to be my lucky day. That stingy bastard must’ve gotten paid that day, because he had a cool seven hundred dollars, and it was all mine. I bet he regretted not giving me what he owed now.
Chapter 2
Kaydoa
“Aye, that bitch ass nigga don’t know what hit him.”
“Hell naw.” I smiled, as I thumbed through the money we’d just won for. I gave my boy, Lil’ Hurt some dap.
“I’m going straight to the mall.” He boasted.
“Ya feel me?” I nodded my head, as we both sat in his Impala that was parked at the back of his mama’s house. “I’ma go get them Jay’s and shit wit half, and the other half I’m rescoring. I need some work like yesterday, nigga.”
“Hell yeah.” He agreed, before continuing his count.
We’d just hit up this loc
al nobody named Thump. He was moving a little something out of his house, and we’d just took him for it all. So far we’d counted about four grand, and we was cool with that. That nigga wasn’t doing anything major, but we was fucking hungry. Starving really. Shit, I wasn’t too proud. Any little helped.
“Say, them Jay’s do come out today, huh?” Lil’ Hurt remembered.
“Yeah.” I nodded, as I hit the blunt. “I might as well go to the mall. Fuck sleep.” I shrugged. It was damn near seven in the morning, and the sun was rising. I wasn’t one to sleep much in the day time. If you was looking for me you could find me hustling on the block.
“Yeah, and I bet you gonna swing by and pick up Farrah’s ass too, huh?”
I took a long toke off the weed. “So, what if I am?”
Hurt shook his head. “That bitch is gonna end up spending all that money. You aint gonna even have enough to rescore with.”
I frowned. “You take me for some pussy ass nigga?”
“Nigga, you know that hoe of yours be draining the shit out of you. So, stop bullshitting ya self.”
“Yeah okay.” I blew out smoke. I wasn’t gonna go back and forth with him about my bitch. He could think whatever the fuck he wanted. Yeah, Farrah always had her hand out, but what chick didn’t? Lil’ mama was always begging for something, and I tried to accommodate her whenever I could. Anything to keep her lil’ pretty ass smiling.
Yeah, I was a little infatuated with my gal, but so what? She was a yellow bone with light brown eyes, and a slender body. Her dream was to become a model, and I think my Boo had what it took. Her mama had spoiled her rotten so she stayed fly, and any nigga dealing with her was going to take care of her. She didn’t accept anything less.
I’d snatched Farrah’s ass up almost two years earlier, and niggas was constantly hounding her, trying to steal my position. Her ass was a bit sneaky, but she’d stayed down with a nigga. Even during some of the brokest times I’d experienced she remained there, so fuck what a hater had to say.
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