Love First
Chapter 1: Introduction to Bliss/Life
Kaseem looked so cute sleep. His dark skin looked so appealing as I watched him lay next to me. His waves in his hair looked like the Pacific Ocean as I rubbed them softly. I couldn't believe I was actually here. I had struggled for so long for love and now I'm here. I had been through one asshole to another and still can't believe I found him. It was about three months ago when a friend of mine introduced us. It was like everyone around us disappeared and all I could see was him. It was like something out of a dream. He smiled at me and I cheesed like fifth grader.
Rolling my eyes at the thought, I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock. The clock reads 4:35a.m and I smile. It warms my heart to know that why all of my friends are clubbing or waiting on their man to come home with liquor on their breath and weed smelling their clothes, mine is right here sound asleep. As I laid my head down on the pillow, his phone vibrates on the nightstand. I sigh and grab the phone off the nightstand. It read Baby momma. Man, if I could just have one moment with her in a ring, I would tag that ass. She is Kaseem's baby mother and my headache. I love the little girl that they have even though the baby itself is only four months. The thing that gets under my skin is the baby momma herself. She constantly nags, has the most immature way of thinking, and constantly calls him for bullshit. I rarely say anything out of respect for Kaseem but she's been driving me up a wall lately.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Where's my baby's father?” I twist my mouth and my forehead becomes scrunched just by the sound of her voice.
“Kaseem is sleeping. Is there something wrong with Mia?” I ask still being polite as possible.
“Bitch, don't worry ‘bout my baby. She is alright. I need to talk to 'Seem.” She said with an attitude.
“Was all that necessary? I just wanted to--”
“Look hoe, put Kaseem on the phone.” She says interrupting me. I look at the Motorola Click like it's a remote, not a phone, and press end.
She is NOT going to upset me at almost five in the morning. That phone vibrated for at least another hour and I was sound asleep with my man. I don't have time for childish beings. I have school, family, and friends to worry about. I just wish she got the hint that he didn't want her anymore but still wanted a relationship with his daughter. Baby momma’s these days, when will they learn?
Kaseem P.O.V
I woke up to 25 missed calls and ten text messages. I looked through a couple text messages. Most were from the baby mama cussing my ass out but she'll get over that shit. I shook my head and looked over at my baby girl knocked. Damn. Nicole slept peacefully on her stomach with her head turned towards me and one hand against my chest. The other hand was hanging of the edge of the bed. I smiled. We only been together for a short amount of time and already I like what I see, smell, taste, and feel about her. Don't get me wrong, I still fuck with the baby momma but shit, I would let that go for Nikki. Soon as I reached that thought, my phone rings.
“Yo?” I answer getting out of bed, careful not to wake Nikki.
“Fuck you mean, yo? Where are you Kaseem?” I rolled my eyes as I threw a white beater on and some sweats.
“Bitch, who you think you talkin’ to? Fuck you doin callin me all them times fo' anyway?” I said walking out my bedroom, closing the door behind me.
“What chu mean? I got cho fuckin baby!” Pam said with more attitude then what I wanted to deal with at the moment.
“Dat aint got shit to do with nothin. What I tell you, if it ain’t got shit to do with my seed, don’t come at me like we all together and shit. I know you had to say something to Nikki too. She doesn’t sleep on stomach unless her nerves are irked. Fuck you say to her?” I said walking down the hallway, into the kitchen, and opening the refrigerator. I could feel myself getting worked up already and I only been up five minutes. That's the effect Pam square ass has on you.
“I can say what the fuck I wanna say to her muthafucka and who gives a fuck about her nerves when my baby is hungry!” She said with some authority in her voice. “
Hungry??? Why the fuck is my daughter hungry?! I just gave you two thousand last week!” I said yelling so loud I heard my own echo through the kitchen. I grabbed a gallon of orange juice out the refrigerator and was about to drink it when...
“I had to go shoppin. Shit, me and my baby can’t be walkin around lookin a hot ass mess. I got her two or three outfits and then mama had to update her wardrobe.”Pam said nonchalantly. My eyes got big.
“Bitch, you makin my daughter go hungry so you can look like a rat?!” I yelled into the reciever.
'‘Seem, baby, she straight. She just needs a bottle. She ain't eat last night or this morn--”
“I'm on my way!”I yelled, hanging up in her face. I couldn't believe what I just heard. I knew Pam wasn't shit but damn. I looked at the mess I just made and shook my head. I shouldn't have let her get under my skin but that's one thing you don't mess with, my child.
“You ok?” I turned around to see Nikki in my blue basic t-shirt and her hair in a messy bun. No panties, long legs, and beautiful smile is a dangerous combination on Nikki right now.
“Man, I gotta go.” I said walking pass her, going back in to my master bedroom to put my Air Ones on. Nikki followed right behind me.
“Her?” She asked standing in front of me, tempting me. I sat on the bed and put one foot in my shoe and glanced at her.
“You know that.” I said licking my lips. I knew what she wanted but my daughter needed me. Nikki sighed and put one hand on her hip.
“You know I usually don't say anything but her disrespecting me has gotta stop 'Seem.”
“I addressed that already. She does it again and I'm checkin her. Ok?” I said looking at her while I put the other shoe on.
“Ok. Well, is everything ok?” She asked a concern look on her face.
“She says that Mia hasn't ate.” Nikki expression told it all.
“Fuck she mean by that? Didn't you give her money?”
“Yes, but apparently that money was for her shopping needs.” Nikki shook her head and I stood up.
“Im bout to handle this and then I'm comin' right back.” Nikki looked at me a little teary eyed and it made my stomach do flips. Her grey eyes look like they were searching for a answer that I couldn't give.
“What's the matter bae?” I asked wrapping my arms around her.
“I just hate when people do kids like that. Why? They weren't asked to be here, you know?” I looked Nikki in her eyes, almost mad at the thought that my situation had brought up Nikki's situation.
“I feel you. Let me take care of this and I'll be right back, ok?”
“Ok.” She replied still looking at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. I kissed her on the forehead and walked out the door. On the way out of my room, I left a couple hundred dollars on the dresser just in case she wanted to shop or somethin' while I was gone. As soon as I closed the front door to the house, my mind focused back on Pam. She was a wrap. I got in my Range Rover and sped to Pam house. When I pulled up in front of the house, her friend Jessie was outside smoking a cigarette. I instantly got more pissed. Jessie was one of those friends that always kept shit goin' and didn't know when to keep they own business intact. I jumped out my truck and ran up to the house. Before I could reach the porch, Jessie was already talkin' shit.
“I don't know why she deals with you. What kinda father does that to they own child?” Jessie said with the cigarette hanging her lip.
Jessie was a white girl that wanted to be black so bad that she started hanging with all the rats in the hood, even dressin' like'em. Only reason she got a pass is cuz baby girl had a black girl ass and let some niggas hit.
“Shut the fuck up and stay out my house.” I said walking up on the porch. Jessie takes a hit of cigarette and puts it in between her index and second finger.
“Nigga, this ain't yo house! You don't live here!” I looked at her and before I knew it, both my hands were around her neck.
“Bitch, I pay bills in here! I pay taxes. Speak on my shit again and watch you come up missin'!” I said squeezing so hard her face was becoming a deep red. I let her go just before her face turned blue and smacked her in the face.
“Get the fuck off my porch!” I said standing over her. Jessie coughed, gasping for air, and grabbed her neck. I kicked her in the ass and she fell off the porch. As she crawled from in front of my house, I turned around and opened the front door. Pam never locks her doors which is another reason I need to kick her ass. Looking around, I could tell she was about to get a good ass whoopin' today. The house was a mess. The marble floors were scratched up and sticky. Looking straight ahead in the kitchen, there was dishes everywhere and spilled juice n milk all over the floor. I walked around to the living room where her cousin Kamil was sleeping on my all white couch. I was pissed. Kamil was drooling and her spritz and gel was staining my couch.
“Kamil?!” I yelled, looking at newspapers sprawled out all over the floor and liquor bottles all over my glass table. She jumped at the sound of my voice.
“Where the fuck is she?!” I said pushing her legs off my couch.
“I don't know. I think she upstairs.” Kamil said rubbing her eyes and getting up off the couch. I ran up the steps which were located around the corner from the living room. At the top of the stairs was a condom wrapper. I picked it up.
“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself. I ran down the hallway and made a left to the closed master bedroom. I opened the door. Pam was laying across the bed smoking a blunt wearing a summer sun dress while my daughter was crying her eyes out in her crib.
“Bitch, are you crazy?!” I yelled running towards her. Before she could even take the blunt out her mouth, I slapped her.
“Kaseem!!” She yelled.
“You got my daughter hungry for this shit?!” I yelled grabbing the sundress and ripping it off her.
“ 'Seem stop!”
“Shut up bitch!” I yelled punching her in the face. Hearing my daughter cry made me go insane. The thought of her sitting in that crib with Pam fat ass laying in the bed like it was nothing flashed in my brain and I went nuts. I picked her up off the floor by her neck and through her on the bed.
“Please! I'm sorry-”
“Oh you sorry?! Tell that shit to somebody who gives a fuck!” I said slapping her again and grabbing a fistful of her hair. Pam, 190 pounds and all gut, tried to get up but I took my free hand and punched her in the eye.
“If you ever take my money and buy yo self some shit and say fuck my baby, I will fuckin kill you hoe!” I said with sweat glistening on my forehead. Pam mascara was running down her face and she was screaming so hard that she started coughing.
“You fuckin' niggas in my house?!” I yelled so close to her face I could smell the blunt still on her breath.
“No!” She said barely. I let her hair go and pushed her off the bed.
“Bitch, get cho shit!” I said getting off the bed. Pam lay naked in the middle of the bedroom floor as I grabbed clothes off the hangers in her closet. Pam sobbed uncontrollably and coughed in between.
“Wh—what are you doin'?” She asked straining in between sobs. I turned around and threw a shirt at her. “You gettin' the fuck out.”I said turning back around and scooping clothes off the closet floor.
Pam crawled to me and begins grabbing my legs.
“No!!Babe, I'm sorry. I-” “You what?” I said turning around and kicking her grip away.
“I'm sorry!” Pam screamed looking at me with her glue-in hair matted to her face. So fed up with her crying and her bullshit, I slapped her.
“Bitch, get cho shit and get the fuck out!” I yelled picking her clothes off the floor, walking out of the room, down the hallway, and throwing them out the balcony so they fell in the middle of the floor by the front door. Completely forgetting about my daughter, I came back and got more clothes and did the same. It wasn't until I came back a third time that I heard my daughter cries. I whipped the sweat from my face and picked her up.
“It's ok baby. Daddy got you.” I said bouncing her in my arms trying to sound assuring but I knew I was failing.
I looked at a naked Pam who still was sobbing and screaming. I can't believe I had a baby with this girl. I walked out the room with Mia still in my arms and went downstairs. The funny thing about Pam's family is none of them are helpful when it's time for them to be a family. Kamil was nowhere in sight and I just shook my head. If the shoe was on the other foot, my family would have whooped or at least, attempt to whoop Pam’s ass. I opened the front door to see my best friend since first grade, West, starring me in the face.
“Yo, Kamil came and got me. What the fuck is up?” He asked letting his self in. I walked behind him and closed the door.
“What the fuck happened in here?” He asked looking around.
“Same thing I said when I got here.” I said still bouncing Mia in my arms. Mia screams had calmed down and her pretty brown eyes were turning to their usual color. Mia's eyes change by her mood. When she's sad they become hazel and when she's ok they are a light brown. West stuck out his hands. “Hand me baby girl.” I gave Mia to West and Mia stopped crying. I chuckled.
“She knows her Uncle got her. I'm the man.”He said with a proud smile. I shook my head.
“Anyway nigga, what happened?” He said changing the subject.. I rubbed my head.
“This bitch had my baby hungry. Talkin crazy. Talkin ‘bout she had to go shoppin and shit.”
“What?”
“Yea. Then I get here and she got Jessie nosy ass at my house. I had to choke that hoe. House all fucked up. I found a condom rapper on the top of the stairs floor.” West mouth dropped.
“What the fuck wrong wit ol' girl?” “I don't know but she bout to get the fuck out.” I said heading around the corner of the living room to go upstairs.
“Watch Mia!” I yelled going up the stairs.
West P.O.V.
This shit is crazy. I know if I just bought my baby momma a new house that cost 2.4 million dollars and in two weeks that shit looked like this, I would be pissed too! I rubbed Mia's back and she smiled at me. Mia is a trip. She ain't been in this world but all of four months and she already a princess. She don't need to be exposed to this shit. With Mia in my arms, I stroll around the house. We go in the messy living room, stepping on newspapers, jello, and blunt wrappers. I turn the corner and hear a thud. I look up and see Pam laying at the bottom of the steps. She's sobbin' and shit. I just step over her and go up the steps. I got to the top of the stairs and heard Kaseem rustling bags. I walked in the bedroom to see Kaseem stuffing clothes in garbage bags. Some were Pam's and some were the baby's.
“Yo, you know some of Mia shit in there?” I said rocking my niece.
“Yea, I know. My baby gon' get new shit and this bitch gon use Mia old shit as a memory. I'm getting custody of my baby and dippin'.” Shocked by what he just said, I stood there. My 6 foot 5 inch frame was at a standstill.
“What chu mean?”
“Fuck you mean, What I mean??I'm taking my baby off her ass. Shit, Pam doesn’t want to be a mother that's her choice but she not fuckin up my child. She had me hit her in front of my child Westley.” Kaseem said with a vein sticking out of his forehead. I knew he was serious when he called me by full name.
“I have to live with the fact that I dawged Pam in front of her. But I'm not gon keep lettin her do whatever to and around my child.” I understood at that point. I mean Pam is a woman and I always believed that you never are to put your hand on any female but Pam had this coming.
See, Kaseem only knew what was being brought up in his face. He didn't hear about the rumors that Pam was leaving Mia at different guys house just to get fucked or high. He didn't hear about crackheads watching Mia on the weekends while she went clubbin' and after shot up. I heard it all the time but never said anything to Kaseem. I knew he would go hard. If he only knew that people in his own fam had gotten Pam and was wifeying her. Pam is 200 pounds but thick in all the right places. Her gut has started to look more like a second ass but you know niggas in the hood don't care. I just shake my head at the fam that's tappin' that because if 'Seem ever found out, somebody would be grass.
Kaseem grabbed four garbage bags full of clothes and walked out the room. I put a sleeping Mia in her crib and helped Kaseem put all the rest of her clothes in garbage bags and carried them out into the street. Just as requested, Kaseem got all of Pam clothes in garbage bags and tossed out in the middle of the street. Once we were done, we got anything that belonged to her and put them in a basket, dumping those items in a nearby dumpster. Pam the whole time, naked and still crying, looked on. I kind of felt bad for the girl but you don't do shit to people like she did.
“A locksmith will be here later to change the locks. Get out.”Kaseem told Pam surprisingly calm. Pam looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“ 'Seem, where am I gon' go? What am I-”
“I don't give a fuck where you go. How could you treat our child like that? How could you let her live like that? How could you fuck somebody else in MY house?!”Kaseem yelled. Pam cryed, rubbing her head and shaking from head to toe.
“Put some clothes on man.” I said to Pam, giving her a shirt that was left on the steps. Pam snatched it out of my hand and Kaseem grabbed her by her hair.
“GET UP AND GET OUT!” He yelled, pulling her off the floor and out of the house.
Kaseem locked the door. “I'll be right back.” He said going around to the side of the house.
Here we are in white people land acting real ignorant and of course they got front row. All of them were just outside looking, whispering, and pointing. I just shook my head and headed to my car.
Before I could say anything, Pam spoke. “Don’t let him do this! You know I’m good for it.” Pam said clearing her cheeks that was flooded with mascara and tears.
I turned around. “What?” I asked, shocked. Is this bitch crazy?
“You’re like his yes man. If you let me get back in that house, you could take over his empire in six months tops. I’ll make sure of it.” She said in between sobs.
I shook my head. This girl really is crazy. Just when I was going to respond, Kaseem comes from the side of the house and hands me a knot of money. I looked at it and before I could take the rubber band off, he announced it was three thousand. I nodded. I already knew why he gave it to me. It was his way of saying thank you. I put the knot in my pocket, looked at Pam one last time, shook my head, and got in my BMW. That girl will learn, nobody crosses Kaseem without being dealt a price.
After Kaseem left, I decided to shower and get the house back in order. Even though we’ve only been together three months, I take time out to clean his house and wash some of his clothes. It’s just the kind of person I am. If you’re my man, then I’m going to take of you as much as I can. Kaseem has maids but who better to clean than his woman? I gave the maids a hundred a piece from the money ‘Seem left and began vacuuming the living room. After vacuuming, sweeping the front door, cleaning the mess in the kitchen, and washing some of his clothes, I decided my work here was done. I got my purse and left a note on the refrigerator that I went to my house. I locked up the house and got in my 06’ Fusion, blasting Keisha Cole the whole way to my home.
People always ask me why I drive my little Fusion and I always tell them it’s better to have your own then to have someone else’s gift. I’m not dumb by a long shot. Kaseem can buy me a million cars but I’ll still keep my little car. I have a all black 745 sitting in my driveway that I hardly ever drive. That’s something I just floss in from time to time. When I pulled up to my apartment, there was my best friend since 3rd grade, Carmen Delifrano. Carmen was black, white, and Puerto Rican. We’ve been through fights, arguments, and the occasional rat confrontations. Through all the bullshit, I know that she’s there for me. Carmen leaned on her all black 07’ Malibu and smiled.
“It’s about time you brought yo ass!” She said moving a strand of hair out of her face.
“Shut up! How long you been here? Why didn’t you call my cell?” I asked, getting out of the car.
“I just got here.” “Oh.” I said walking to my best friend and giving her a hug.
We parted and I lead her to the apartment. I turned the key and opened the door, only to find my youngest cousin Leah lying on my couch crying her eyes out.
“What’s wrong?” I asked closing the door behind me. I already knew the answer to that question; I just wanted to know if she would tell me. Leah got up from the couch and headed for the hallway. I shrugged my shoulders and went straight for the kitchen. Carmen just looked at me. I knew where this was going but I just didn’t want to admit to myself. I ignored Carmen’s pleading eyes and looked in the refrigerator. I pulled out a can of Pepsi and closed the refrigerator. Carmen sat on a barstool that was across from the stretched out counter top on the other side of the kitchen. She looked at me and I looked back.
“What?” I asked innocently.
“Fuck you mean, ‘What’?” I sighed.
“What the hell do you want me to say to the girl? She does this shit to herself. Cee, I am not always going to be there to hold her hand. She decided to go with the bastard. She decided to move in with him. She decided to drop out of school in the 9th grade. It was her. So now she wants sympathy from me after I took her to alternative school after alternative school and even tried to house her here? I don’t think so.” I said, shaking my head.
“Well I don’t think it’s right for you to give up on her.” Carmen said in a matter-of-fact tone. I sighed.
How many times have I had a talk with that girl? How many times have I let her cry on my shoulder? She’s eighteen years old and got a mind as twenty-seven year old woman. She thinks she knows everything. But when things go all the way wrong, that’s when she wants to cry. I rushed my fingers through my straight hair and pulled at my lil tank top.
Chapter 2: Who Needs Friends With These?
Jessie's P.O.V
I cant believe that sick bastard put his hands on, not only me, but Pam too! That bitch has the nerve to kick me off that porch! I mean the nigga doesnt even stay there! He think he can house a bitch and still own her, yea right! Pam has the right to do as she pleases in HER house. Yea, he bought it, pays the bills, but that dont give him the right to control her life. Fuck he thought? Sitting here, on my living room couch, watching my bestfriend Pam cry her eyes out and take a hit of crack up the nose, i felt for her. She was devastated that she had to leave that house. She loved that house. She loved her life. But ever since someone new has come into 'Seem's life, its been hell for Pam. "You Alright?" I asked, already knowing the answer to the question asked. Pam never looked up. She was laying in the fetal position with a flat pillow, worn down by all the visitors it had seen in its day, bunched up against her neck, the only thing propping her up. He quick weave i did for her was now a mess. The fight she explained, well that the hood explained, was a mess and it showed. Her hair was matted and tracks were missing. You could clearly see the stocking cap used and some tracks were hanging by a thread. Her mascara was all over her face. Her face was bruised. I felt so bad. "Do you want anything?" I asked, trying to at least get something other than a sob out of her. "I want my man back. Can you give me that?" She said through sobs but never looking up. I just shook my head. This nigga has money and thats why she stays. I cant believe it. Pam was never this weak over NO man no matter how much they had or was willing to do for her, but i guess changes all. Just then my cell plays Travis Porter "Make It Rain". Looking at my cell, i was hesitant to answer. I knew who it was and i couldnt tell you why i was scared. I picked the phone up off the coffee table and answered it.
"Hello?" I said trying to answer as if the caller didnt phase me.
"What the fuck were you doin' over Pam's??" the caller yelled through the reciever. I shivered at the mere tone in his voice.
"Im sorry. I was bored and-"
"I dont give a fuck! Look for that, good luck paying yo rent this month and no allowance until you figure out what the fuck u be doin out here!" He yelled, hanging up in my face.
"Fuck!" I yelled in fustration.
Trying to help Pam ass got me fucked! The difference between Pam and I was that i had a back up plan for everything. When i planned shit, i always had plan B. Times like these, I always had plan B. So the nigga aint gon pay my rent and i dont have shoppin money...hmm. Back to the strip club i go. See, i dont have a problem working for my money, Pam on the other hand does. Once she's cut off, she's fucked fa real. All i know is the bitch better grow some balls and fast because whoever it is keeping 'Seem's interest lately, got him talking and acting like whole notha person. I love Pam but she's fucked up. Now, i gotta help her get out this rut, again.
"Bitch, c'mon." I said tapping her leg with my hand.
Pam never moved just continued to sob.
"Pam, you are not about to let him do this to you again. Pick yo'self up and lets get this cash. Lets show this nigga that he aint the only one with cash, looks, and a nice car. Bitch, get up!" I yelled pulling her off the couch. Pam finally looked up at me, laying on the floor.
"Pam, now that you aint got that cryin' ass baby, you can live like you use to. Yea the house was nice but girl somebody out there can get chu a bigger one. A nicer one. Without that 'headache in a diaper', now yo ass can party wit da best of them like you use to. You dont need him anymore P-mo!" I said yelling at her like she was a 3rd grader. Pam looked around and then looked at her torn Donna Karen shirt, black, torn, leggings and some flip flops that had broken straps, and looked back at me.
"You're right, Jay." She said weakly.
I smiled. It warmed my heart to see that smile.
"I need to stop crying. He just did ME a favor. Now, its time for me to do me. Not me, the mom, me, the individual. Oh 'Seem will get his...just wait." She said getting off the floor. She straightened her shirt went in the direction of the bathroom.
I knew what she had up her sleeve but did she know what i had up mine...oh yea 'Seem will get his....'Seem will get his.
Home, in my furnished apartment, I watched as one of my girlfriends cooked me up a meal. Sabrina was just one of my many girlfriends that loved my money and loved my dick. So giving her one and dangling the other just made me smile. I sat on my couch watching ESPN, naked as hell. Shit, this my house. She wanted some so bad but i told her no. Just make me a meal. Little did she know, that would be the last meal she make for me. Sabrina was a good girlfriend but horrible gossiper. Anything she heard or seen for her self she told and put her own spin on it. This shit was funny to me for awhile but after she started talking to the wrong niggas and ho's especially Jessie nosey ass, shit had to be cut. I watched as she switched her way towards me, plate in hand with my favorite dish (baked chicken breast, oven macaroni & cheese with three cheeses, garlic mashed potatoes, and cornbread dipped in butter) and my Pepsi with three ice cubes and a napkin in the other hand. Handing me my plate and setting the drink next to me, I looked on with a smile. Sabrina put the napkin up under my plate for safe keeping, and sat down next to me.
"Thank you." I said looking at the food that filled my nostrils with ease.
"No problem baby." She said taking the remote off the table.
"Uhh what are you doing?"I said raising an eyebrow.
"What? What did i do?" She said with a heavy asian accent.
"Girl, you know you dont mess with my tv while im eating." I said picking up my fork.
"I forgot." She said getting up.
I shook my head. She aint forget shit. She had somethin' up her sleeve. Sabrina was black, white, n asian. Beautiful was an understatement but mentally she was an airhead. See, she wasnt like most of us that got thrown in the street life. Her mom was black with a good head on her shoulders. She graduated from Princeton and decided to become a lawyer or some shit. Her Pops was like this well known senator somewhere. Sabrina graduated college also but she was also rebellious. She was the shit in school but when it came to her breaking out of her good girl image, lets just say she didnt do so well. That is until she found Jessie. It amazes me with all this school background how clueless she was. Sabrina walked into the kitchen and grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator. It wasnt until then that i noticed green liquid coming from my chicken breast. It was light. I didnt eat anything and im glad i look at my food before i eat it. The shit looked like acid or arsenic. As a hood nigga, you learn quickly to never trust hoes and i for one didnt from jump but always treated them like i did. Housing them, making sure they were sexed right, making sure they looked presentable, driving right. I dont get why the hoes that have it good, fuck it all up for another nigga or bitch. In this case, I smelled Jessie all over this shit. Sabrina looked at me. I guess waiting on me to fall over or something. I smiled.
"C'mere." I said with all 32 white teeth showing.
Sabrina strutted over, nervous written all over her face. She stopped in front of me.
"You want me?" I asked sweetly to her, licking my lips.
"Yes, of course." She said with a smile looking back at me and then the food.
"Come sit on daddy dick." I said motioning her to sit.
Sabrina mved the plate from my lap and sat down. Her skirt pulled down to her ankles, she knew what time it was. At least she thought. I took all ten inches and rammed them in her ass. She screamed trying to get up. I pulled her back to me pushing more of me in her. I grunted feeling her stretch out..loosing up. I grabbed her by her hair and flipped her on the couch so that her stomach was acquainted with edge and forced her head into the couch. My thrust now going faster and faster into her as she screamed, yelled, coughed. "Bitch, you tried to kill me, huh??" I asked licking her neck. She couldnt say a thing. All she could do was cough and yell. "I'll make YOU feel like you wanna die." I said taking my dick out and wiping it with the napkin she gave me earlier. Blood was all over it. I grabbed her by her hair and dragged her through the hallway and into the spacious bathroom with a jacuzzi. I told her to take her clothes off. When she wouldnt do it fast enough, i grabbed the pistol i kept hidden up under the sink taped up at the very roof the sink and aimed it at her.
"Take'em off!" I yelled hearing my echo.
She cried and pelled out of the rest of her clothes.
"Get in the tub." I instructed her. When she got in i turned on the water. Immediately she felt the scalding, hot water and tried to get out.
"You get out and i swear, I'll shoot the fuck outta you." I said ready to do damage.
She gently sat down and immediately screamed a piercing scream as the hot water smurged her anal area.
"Who wanted me dead??!" I asked, wanting answers.
She cried and sobbed hysterically. I aimed at her foot and shot one bullet towards her left foot. She screamed and squirmed as her complexion which was a light yellow was now beat red from the water and the water turned from white to Koolaid. I had got her.
"Pllleeeeaaassee. Weeeeeeesssssttt, Pllleeeeeassse!" She screamed.
"Shut the fuck up! You betta start talking or im not gon be so generous." I said aiming at her neatly shavin vagina.
Sabrina sweating hard and almost ready to pass out, started to talk. I cut the water off and nealed down to her, still aiming at her private area. Normally, i wouldnt have went to this extreme but the bitch almost killed me.
"P-p-p---aaaam. Jesssss...It was Jessie."
I just shook my head. I knew it. It was too sloppy.
"Stay here." I said getting up and going in my bedroom. I grabbed my phone. I dialed a number and immediately heard the person i needed.
"Yo, Jessie is a wrap. I need dat done ASAP!" I yelled hanging up.
When i got back in the bathroom, Sabrina had passed out. I drained the water and looked at the girl who i use to think was a good girl. For Jessie, she turned into the rat i never wanted her to be. As bad as i wanted to kill her i couldnt. As a man, i had a soft spot for women especially ones that were good once upon a time. I let her lay there in the tub as i called one of my workers to come get Sabrina. By the time she came to, Sabrina would be in Japan with one of my workers living off her debt to me. Being a ho that soon the whole world know, because those videos would sell $59.95. Life's a bitch and Sabrina can attest to the that.
*Update April 1.2012*
