by Kelly, Marie
A few seconds later, a short, older lady came in the doorway. She looked like Angela Bassett to me, but with a head full of grey hair that was in a short, pixie cut. I didn’t know how old she was, but as I stood there looking at her, all I could think was that I wanted to look like her when I grew up. She was gorgeous!
“Oh,” the lady said, stepping further into the room and looking at me.
“Should I call the cops?” the man asked, and my mouth dropped.
“No!” she said and held her arm out to him.
TJ tried to step around me, and I quickly pushed him back, but not before catching the lady’s attention.
“Roger, why don’t you take this little man into the kitchen for something to eat?” she said, and I shook my head.
“It’s okay, baby. We’re not going to hurt you or your son. I promise.” She held her arms out to me.
I stood there staring into her eyes, and for some reason, I believed her.
“It’s okay,” she said in a soothing tone, so I allowed TJ to go over to the man.
“Hey, little man, you want some cookies?” Roger asked TJ on their way out of the room.
When we were left alone, I crossed my arms and rubbed them with my hands.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Kanada.”
“Well, I’m Phyllis and that is Roger. We are members of this church.”
I nodded.
She walked closer as she kept her eyes on me.
“How did you end up here?”
I put on a brave face, even though I was tearing up inside, and I guess I lost the battle because the tears started falling before I could even open my mouth.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I didn’t steal anything except some food that I found in the kitchen, and I broke a glass panel in the back door to get in. I promise, as soon as I can, I will pay for those things. Please don’t call the cops. I don’t want them to take my son away from me!” I cried, and she held her hands up.
“Shhh, nobody is going to call the police, I promise. I was just trying to figure out what was going on.”
“I’m from Boston. My son’s father kicked us out of his house with no clothes or money. I came here in my car because my parents lived in Queens, but they were gone by the time I got here. We’ve been living in my car since then. I sold my phone and jewelry to get us a hotel room and some food, but it didn’t last long.” I sniveled and wiped my face with the tissue she handed to me.
“Another member of this church gave me a pamphlet and told me to come here if I needed help. It was closed when I got here on Wednesday night, and I didn’t know where else to go. I’m sorry.”
Phyliss took my hands into her small, warm ones and gently squeezed them.
“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to be sorry. Sometimes God works in mysterious ways. You were right to come here. It’s okay.”
I smiled through my tears at her kind face, and she smiled back.
“Where’s your car? I didn’t see it out front.”
“They towed it yesterday.”
I had to watch helplessly as they towed my car away for being parked without a permit.
“Is that bag yours?” She gestured with a head nod to something behind me, and I turned to see that she was pointing to my duffle bag.
“Yes.”
Again, I sniveled and wiped my eyes with the tissue.
“Okay, I need you to trust me, Kanada. Can you do that for me?”
I hesitated because I honestly didn’t know if I could trust her. All trust seemed to do was make a fool out of me. I trusted Terrence more than anyone in this world and look how he did me with my son. I wouldn’t have been like this if it wasn’t for him.
Phyliss saw the apprehension on my face and grabbed my hand again.
“I promise I’m not going to hurt you or call the police on you, Kanada. I just want to help. Will you allow me to help you, please?”
“I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
“That, you will never be, but you can’t stay here, baby.”
I nodded because she was right. Living in a church wasn’t something I could do with my son.
“You can come and stay at my house. And, Kanada, you are to stay as long as you need, do you hear me? That’s the only promise I need you to make.”
I didn’t know this woman at all, something about her drew me in. She reminded me a lot of my mother with her beautiful spirit and kind heart.
You asked God to help you. Maybe this is Him helping you.
“Um, okay.”
Phyliss smiled and then gave me a hug.
“Good. Now grab your bag and let me take you to my house. I’m sure you want to sleep in a bed and get some real food in your stomach. Come.”
I nodded, grabbed my duffle bag, and followed her out of the room. When we got to the kitchen to get TJ, he was laughing with Roger and eating some cookies with milk.
I thanked Roger—who told me he was the Deacon of the church—and followed Miss Phyliss out of the building.
When we made it outside, I was shocked to see that Miss Phyliss had a personal driver. She definitely had money, but that wasn’t as impressive as the house she brought me to on Morris Lane, Scarsdale. My jaw dropped the moment we pulled up to giant black iron gates and stayed dropped the whole drive up the path. And when my eyes landed on the house that the car stopped in front of, they almost fell out of my head.
“Oh my god, you live here?” fell from my mouth before I could even stop it.
She chuckled and then replied, “I sure do.”
Phyliss climbed out of the car first, and I followed closely behind with TJ on my hip since Phyliss had my bag in her hand.
She opened the door with her keys, and I swear I died and went to heaven when I saw inside.
It was a 9,000 sq ft, 7-bedroom house that sat on two acres. The ceilings were so high that I had to tilt my head all the way back to look at them. There was a grand staircase leading to the second floor, and it had herringbone patterned hardwood floors.
The house was beautifully decorated in grey and white. It was amazing; like nothing I had ever seen before. I was completely and utterly mesmerized by what my eyes were seeing, but I had yet to speak a word.
“I will give you a tour another day, but I want to show you where you will be staying. I’m sure you would prefer your own space, so I’m going to put you in the guesthouse,” Phyliss said and looked back at me on our way to the kitchen.
“I’m fine with whatever you give me, Miss Phyliss. I’m just grateful for your help.”
She smiled, and we continued to walk through the kitchen toward the backyard. Even the kitchen took my breath away. This house was beyond beautiful. We went out into the backyard, where I saw a pool, a basketball court, and tennis court. It was breathtaking.
Miss Phyliss led me down a short path to what I would describe as a mini version of what I had just encountered.
“This is a guesthouse?”
It was almost the size of the three-bedroom house I lived in with Terrence.
And I thought that was luxury!
Miss Phyliss laughed and then unlocked the door for me to walk in.
It was 3,000 sq ft with a kitchen, game room, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, laundry room and sauna. The guest house had the same grey and white color scheme as the main house.
“It’s beautiful, Miss Phyliss. Thank you. I can never repay you for your help.”
“You are more than welcome. Now, do me a favor,” she said before going into her purse and pulling out a piece of paper with a pen. “Write down you and TJ’s clothes sizes including shoes. I will send an assistant to get you both some clothes.”
I shook my head.
“Oh no, Miss Phyliss, you have done enough!”
For the first time since I had met her, she gave me that motherly I’m about to whoop you look and frowned.
“Child, don’t question what God is doing for
you. Now, if he gives me a holy ghost whooping because of you, we going to have a problem.”
I didn’t mean to, but I giggled at what she said.
“I’m glad you found it funny, but I promise you I’m going to whoop you too. Now, write down what I said and no arguing.”
Not wanting a whooping—holy ghost or not—I quickly placed TJ on his feet and wrote down what she requested. When I handed over it back to her, she looked at it make sure I wrote what she asked before nodding and putting it in her purse.
“Now, I’m sure you would like to get comfortable, so please make yourself at home, and I will be back with some food.”
“Uh, Miss Phyliss, I really appreciate what you’re doing for me, but can I ask why you’re helping me?”
She walked over and stroked my cheek.
“Because when I looked into your eyes, I saw that you have a good heart and have just been dealt a bad hand. Plus, when I was in need like you, someone helped me. I guess this is just my way of giving back.”
I smiled and gave her a tight hug.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Can I just ask one more question?” I said and she nodded.
“Ask me anything.”
“Do you live here alone?”
Phyliss chuckled, and said, “No, this is my grandson’s house. But, don’t worry about him. He’s a sweetheart!”
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
Two days later
My eyes slowly opened, and then I closed them again. My head felt light, and my body was sore as shit, but I didn’t feel half dead like I did the last few times I tried to open my eyes.
I faintly remembered someone talking to me, touching me, and feeding me before I would pass out.
As soon I got my focus, I looked saw a girl standing in front of me with her back to me. She had on a pair of leggings that hugged her small curves; she was slim thick with long legs. Her ass sat up right in the leggings, and I felt my dick start to wake up.
She turned slightly to the left, giving me a glimpse of her face, and she was pretty as fuck. She was so pretty; her damn face didn’t look real! Caramel complexion that looked like it was smooth to the touch, and curly hair that sat on her shoulders. From the side, I could see that she had small, but perky titties that sat up proudly in the sweater she wore.
Who the fuck is this chick, and what was I doing with her?
“Yo!” I yelled, and she jumped before looking over at me.
Got damn, she was fine. Her dark brown eyes searched my face, and then a scowl formed, making me almost laugh.
“You didn’t have to scare me like that!” she spat at me with her hands on her hips.
“Well, who the hell are you? And what am I doing here? Wherever here is,” I asked, now wearing a scowl to match hers.
“I was at the gas station when you climbed into the back of my car and passed out,” she said and I looked at her in shock.
“Your car? What you do Uber or something?”
“No, but I think you must have thought that I was your ride. I didn’t know where else to take you, so I brought you here.”
I looked around again and noticed that her apartment was clean and smelled nice and sweet like vanilla.
“My fault, I appreciate that,” I said, and she rolled her eyes at me.
I looked down and realized that I wasn’t wearing my own clothes.
“Yo, did you undress me?”
“Yes, you had blood all over you,” she said with a little attitude, and I held my hand up in surrender.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just a little shocked to wake up and find you.”
Her face softened, and she gave me a nervous smile. I watched her perfect, pouty, pink lips, and all kinds of thoughts entered my head. Luckily, I had this blanket on me, or I would have exposed exactly what I was thinking.
“I put your clothes over there. I wanted to wash them, but I didn’t feel right going through your pockets to take your things out. The t-shirt is new,” she explained, and I nodded.
“Could you hand me my jeans please?” I extended my hand, and she handed it over to me then scurried back to the same position that she was in before I asked.
I checked my phone, and it was dead.
“Shit. Do you have a charger for this?” I lifted my Android phone, and she shook her head.
“Sorry, I have an iPhone.”
“Did you patch me up?” I pulled my shirt up and looked at the gauze on my body.
“No, I called a friend, but she’s a vet,” she said, and I looked at her before shaking my head. “Would you have preferred I called the police and took you to the hospital?”
She had a point. I was glad she was smart enough not to do that. Although Wrath owned this city, there were still a few cops who weren’t our biggest fans and dedicated their lives to taking one of us Ramsey men down. I would have been easy prey for them.
“No, thank you. I feel a lot better. I guess you’re the one that’s been feeding me?”
She nodded. “Thanks. What’s your name?”
“Dior,” she answered, and I nodded.
Her name sounded familiar for some reason.
“I’m Jashawn.”
“How long have I been here?”
“Six days.”
My eyes popped out of my head.
“Damn.”
I know my family is going crazy out there!
There was a short silence between us until I spoke up again.
“So, did you or your friend rape me?” I asked, and her face dropped.
Even though I was in and out, I remembered hearing someone talking about my dick, but I was just too weak to respond.
“WHAT?! NO!” she snapped with a face that was now starting to turn red.
“I had to ask. I heard y’all talking about my dick,” I told her, and her mouth dropped.
“Okay, first of all, I don’t need to rape any nigga. I’m not that desperate! Secondly, I have a nigga! And lastly, you have the audacity to call that thing a dick? That’s a damn monster, and I for sure wouldn’t touch that,” she said, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her!
“Damn, ma. I hit a nerve or something?” I continued to laugh, and she didn’t find me too funny. “You don’t look like you would hurt a damn fly, and to hear you cussing is so unreal.”
She looked too damn perfect; like she was made somehow, and to hear her cuss was mind blowing. She was a firecracker, and I liked that.
“You won’t think he’s a monster when I set him loose on you,” I mumbled.
Her face distorted, and she turned her lip up at me.
“What did you just say?”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “Nothing, ma.”
We stayed silent and stared at each other until she looked away. I had never seen a girl so damn pretty in my life. I wanted to know who her nigga was, so I could beat that lucky bastard’s ass.
The way her body was set up was driving me crazy; she was the sexiest slim-thick chick I had ever seen.
“Um, Dior, could you help me to the bathroom, please?”
She looked over at me, and again, her face softened.
“Sure,” she said and walked over to me. I could see her hesitance, and I knew I had to reassure her.
“I promise, I’m not going to hurt you. I would never do that, especially as you saved my life,” I said, and she studied my face as if to see if I was being genuine, and I was.
Anybody else would have robbed me and left me for dead. She didn’t have to take me home with her and get someone to fix my shit. She didn’t owe me anything. The last thing I would do is hurt the one person who saved me when she didn’t have to.
She crouched down and pulled my arm over her shoulder. It was a struggle, but we were able to get me up on my feet.
Damn, my body felt fucked up.
“Why the hell does my face and the back of my head hurt?” I questioned as we waddled toward th
e bathroom.
“I may have dropped you a few times trying to bring you inside,” she said lowly.
“What?”
“Nigga, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m 5’7” and weigh less than one-fifty. You’re what, 6’1”?”
“6’2”, I corrected, and she tittered.
“Exactly! And your damn body is lined in nothing but muscles. I don’t know how you expected me not to drop you,” she huffed, and I smiled.
Yep, I definitely liked this one!
She kicked the bathroom door open, and we both squeezed through. When we did, her titties pressed against my waist, and I wished it was against my hand instead.
She took me over to the toilet, and then she let me go.
“Call me when you’re done,” she said then turned for the door, but I stopped her.
“Ma, for real, I don’t think I have enough strength to stand up by myself. You already seen my dick, so what’s the problem?” I smiled at her.
“Fine,” she said and leaned her back against mine to keep me up.
I laughed.
“Just don’t make that shit bite me,” she said with a hint of laughter lining her voice, and I shook my head.
“He doesn’t bite, but he can make your ass scream, if you want,” I said and looked back at her.
“I have a nigga,” her mouth said, but I felt her body shake.
Damn, she was lucky a nigga was hurting because I damn sure would make her ass scream for mercy!
My dick felt like lead as I held it to piss. I had lost all my energy, and for the first time, I was thankful that I was somewhere with this strange girl. Because if one of my enemies found me, I wouldn’t be able to even defend myself.
Once I was finished, she flushed the toilet for me—after screaming when I allowed my dick to fall from my hands—and pulled me over to the sink, where we both washed our hands.
With my arm over her shoulder again, she led me back to the couch.
“I feel violated,” I said, and she laughed.
“You feel violated?! Your dick almost touched my hand.”
I could think of somewhere else I want it to touch, I thought but didn’t say. Instead, I just laughed at her comment.
