by Amour
I sat on my kitchen floor, rubbing Concrete. My heart dropped. Although I had already expected all of this to happen, it still hit me like a ton of bricks. I sat there wondering if I had made the right move. Maybe I should have reported the car stolen, and then I wouldn’t be in any trouble. No wait, I thought. I’m not even in trouble. Well, at least not yet. My mind was rambling.
I was scared straight. Now I was jobless and carless. I still had the bartending job, but being that I barely went, it was hard for me to get on the schedule as a full-time employee. I really didn’t want to call Cliff for help. Omar was an option, but I just hated having to depend on people. The only thing I could think of was to start dancing. Although I didn’t want to, I needed to. I didn’t want to go live with Cliff or have to keep asking Omar for shit. I wasn’t no damn charity case. Hell, I had to use what I had to get what I wanted, and money was definitely the motive.
I got up off the floor and decided to take Concrete back out to her doghouse. When I came back in, Omar was sitting on the couch with Crystal. I started to curse her out because she didn’t know him at all and it was against the rules to let strangers in.
“Crystal, go upstairs,” I ordered.
She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes and did as I told her. I was shocked that she even did all of that. It was so unlike her, but I brushed it off and went to sit next to Omar.
“So we’re just popping up now, huh?” I laughed.
He pulled me closer to him and then put his arm around me. “Yeah, because somebody don’t know how to answer their phone,” he replied as he started kissing me on my neck.
I really enjoyed being with Omar. When I was with him, I was a different person. “Well, if you really wanna know, my phone is dead,” I said, not really knowing why I didn’t get his call.
“Well, if you really wanna know, I missed you.” He started kissing me in the mouth and rubbing me all over. I knew we couldn’t do much while my sister was here, wide awake. I told him to just wait until I put her to sleep. So I went upstairs to do just that.
When I reached the top of the stairs, Cliff called.
Answer or no?
I waited until I got into Crystal’s room before I answered his call. He complained that he hadn’t heard from me in a while and that he really missed me. He begged to come see me the following week. With Treecy constantly in my ear, telling me to leave his abusive ass alone, I really didn’t want to see him. I told him that I would think about it, and then I hung up. He called back and left a message. I was too busy and on a mission, so I decided to leave my phone upstairs once Crystal finally fell asleep.
I stared at her and saw how much she looked like me. Our parents had strong genes, because she was the spitting image of me. I had noticed that lately she wasn’t acting as slow as usual. She was actually kind of normal to me. Then again, I didn’t know anyone else personally who had Down syndrome to ascertain how those afflicted with it were supposed to act.
After reading her one too many books, she was fast asleep. I jogged back down the stairs to get some dick. It was much needed, since it would help me get my mind off of that car and Josh ordeal. When I got downstairs, Omar stood in is boxers.
“Great minds think alike,” I said while taking my shirt off and throwing it on his head. He laughed and then threw it to the floor. I took my pajama shorts and panties off and tossed them off to the side.
Omar came up to me, picked me up, put me on his shoulders, and began eating me out. It was almost as if he was French-kissing my pussy the way his tongue and lips moved. We were up against the wall, and I was searching for something to grab. After ten minutes of that pleasure, he let me down and I ran upstairs.
“Where you going?” he yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I ignored him and grabbed my sex toolbox from out of the bottom drawer of my dresser. When I got back downstairs, I found Omar sitting on the couch with his head leaned back. He was patient and fine.
“What’s that?” he said as he lifted his head up.
“It’s my toolbox.” I sat it down on the coffee table and opened it up. Inside were sex oils, a dildo, a vibrator, sex cards, and sex dice. He went through and looked at everything and pulled out the dice.
“Let’s play,” he said while grabbing the two dice and rolling them on the floor. One said LICK, and the other one said BELOW THE WAIST. He opened my legs and began licking my inner thighs. I wanted so badly for him to give some more head. It became clear to me that he wanted to tease me.
I decided to roll the dice, and one said SUCK and the other one said BELOW THE WAIST.
“We know what that is.” Omar laughed.
I smiled because only two things were suckable below the waist, and those were his dick and his toes, and I for damn sure wasn’t fucking with no feet.
I grabbed him by the dick and pulled him toward me. He crawled on his knees in my direction. He stopped in front of me, and I went in my toolbox and grabbed my throat-numbing spray and went to work. I placed his dick in my mouth and almost swallowed it whole. Omar grabbed the back of my neck and helped me bob my head. I couldn’t feel shit, and that gave me the ability to put his dick all the way down my throat.
He released little moans and groans, but when he said my name, I knew I had him where I wanted him. He grabbed my face and slid his dick out of my mouth. “Wait. Wait. I don’t wanna come yet,” he begged. He slid me down onto the floor and grabbed his shorts. He took out his condom and slid it on, then came back between my legs. He reached over and went in my toolbox, and he pulled out the dildo.
“Let me see what you can do with this,” he said.
He slid it into my already dripping wet pussy and turned it on. The head rotated and vibrated, making me squeal. I was grinding my hips up as if I was fucking a real dick. I had my hand wrapped around Omar’s dick and was moving my palm up and down. He went into the toolbox and poured some sex oil on his dick, making the hand job go a little bit smoother. He put his head back, and I grabbed his hand and began sucking on his index and middle finger.
“All right, you got me wanting to get inside you,” he said, turning the dildo off and placing it on the coffee table.
He slid his dick inside of me and began pumping away. As he fucked me like never before, a voice began to talk to me.
I know you’re not going to let your nothing-ass baby daddy just get off that easy. I saw Mike in Omar, but then I didn’t. I tried to tune the voice out, and after a while I didn’t hear it anymore. I really didn’t get to enjoy the sex, because I was too busy fighting the urge to hurt him.
I thought, Maybe I am crazy.
Chapter 10
“Turn that damn TV down!” I was beyond irritated. I had told this little girl twice about the volume being so high.
Crystal had the TV so loud that I could barely think. Porsha had called and had asked if I wanted to join her and Kim for some drinks. I’d agreed. I was still on cloud nine from the sex I had had with Omar the night before, so I was in a good mood.
Cliff was blowing my phone up, wondering why I was avoiding him, but with Omar in my life, Cliff wasn’t really needed. Omar had paid my bills this month and hadn’t asked for anything in return, while Cliff refused to pay for anything unless I devoted myself to him. My relationship with Omar had no strings attached, and Cliff wanted nothing but attachments. I really saw a different me whenever I was with Omar, and that was what I enjoyed.
I decided that Crystal needed to feel my presence. She needed to know that I wasn’t playing with her when I said, “Turn the damn TV down.” I went in her room to find that she was drawing a picture at her desk with Nickelodeon on the TV, which she wasn’t even watching.
“Crystal,” I called. She stopped drawing and looked at me sideways. “Little girl, please don’t do all that. Now, turn the TV down or off. Choice is yours.”
She nodded her head and got up to turn the TV off. Then she looked at me and smiled. “Happy now?” she asked sarcastically. I was blown away. She had
got this horrible attitude from the sky. She used to be the sweetest little girl, and now she had become very disobedient.
I sat on her bed. “What’s your issue?” I asked.
She picked up the chair that was at her desk and turned it to face me. She sat down on it. “I’m tired of you treating me like I have a problem, and not to mention, you’re never around. This shit is for the birds.” She gave me the attitude of a mad black woman.
“Crystal, you do have a problem,” I reminded her.
“Girl, you have a problem,” she said, pointing at me, “but I don’t have one. Your mom made me act slow when those people was doing that study on me.”
I was caught off guard. What did she mean by my mother made her?
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, your mom made me act dumb so that she could get a check for me. She told me that if I wanted to eat and have a roof over my head, then I would do it . . . so I did,” she confessed.
I was so irritated by the whole fact that my mom would even stoop that low and make my sister play like she was dumb. She had to attend a school for the special children all because of this.
“And why do you keep saying she’s my mom? She’s your mom too.”
“Well, she told me that I wasn’t none of hers and that she hated seeing me, because it reminded her how much of a mistake she made,” she said, looking down at her lap. I could tell that it still had an effect on her.
I was completely lost at this point. I didn’t know that all of this was going on when I moved out of my mother’s house. I told her to tell me everything that had gone on in that house. She told me that from the day I moved out, my mother was cruel to her and would always say that she was stuck taking care of another bitch’s kid. She would tell Crystal how much she hated her and how she would never amount to anything because she was born “a sin.”
Crystal was five years old when I moved out, so I couldn’t grasp the reason why my mother would talk to her the way she said she had. She was way too young. Everything she told me made me feel sick to my stomach. Instantly I grew upset.
“I never told to you because she said you didn’t want me, either, and that’s why you left me with her,” she said with tears in her eyes.
I grabbed her and gave her a tight hug. I loved my younger sister, and I didn’t want her to think anything different.
She told me that our father had raped her. He would always sneak in her room and touch on her and make her do the same to him. She mentioned that Mom knew but failed to do anything about it. My mother always played the dumbfounded role whenever my dad did something wrong. It seemed like she accepted his bullshit so that she could be a part of his life. My stomach turned again as Crystal continued to tell me how terrible her life was when I left. There was so much going on at that house that I had no clue about. I knew if I confronted my mother that she would deny it. My father was in prison, and I knew for damn sure he wouldn’t admit to any of it.
I left her in her room so that she could continue drawing. I went to my room, and I called Tiffany. I told her everything my sister had told me, and she didn’t sound so surprised by the news.
“I mean, your mom was always crazy, if you ask me,” she blurted. I rolled my eyes. Tiffany had always been outspoken. “Don’t get me wrong. She was cool, just a little off her rocker,” she added.
I changed subjects and asked if she could keep an eye on Crystal while I went for drinks with my coworkers.
“I thought y’all didn’t like each other,” she said.
“For a while we didn’t. Now, everybody is tryin’a end the beef,” I responded.
She left it at that and agreed to keep Crystal.
Since I didn’t have a car, Tiffany came and got Crystal for me. After Crystal was gone, I ran up the stairs and started to get dressed. There were a few knocks at the door. Porsha was coming to pick me up, and I hadn’t told her my address yet, so I knew it couldn’t be her.
I walked down the stairs with caution, wondering who it could be. I looked out the peephole, and there stood two police officers. One was short and chubby, and the other was tall and skinny. They were complete opposites, but they were both Caucasian. I turned around and pressed my back up against the door.
I was scared.
I decided I had no choice but to answer the door, so I did. I opened the door with a fake smile.
“Yes, Officers?” I said, trying to sound nice.
“Yes. Is Angel Jacobs here?” the short, chubby one asked.
“I’m her,” I said. I was scared to death.
“Can you go put some clothes on, or do you want to go down to the station in that?” Short and Chubby asked.
“Why am I being taken into custody?” I asked, although I already knew what it was about.
They said they needed to question me about a few things. I decided to just go down to the station in what I was wearing, a T-shirt and some pajama pants. I locked my house up and headed to their car. The tall and skinny one opened the back door for me, and then he shut it behind me after I got in. On our way to the Chicago Police Department, I sat in the backseat, wondering if they were going to keep me or if they were really just going to question me.
When we arrived at the station, we went through a secret entrance that I never knew existed. We came to a complete stop in front of a door that read CONVICT ENTRANCE. My heart dropped. Short and Chubby opened the door for me, and I followed them inside. We entered an elevator and headed to the fourth floor. Tall and Skinny headed in a different direction, and Short and Chubby led me into a room. The sign on the door read INTERROGATION.
I sat down on a steel chair. He told me that he’d be back and to just get comfortable. He shut the door, and from the other side I could hear keys jiggling. That let me know that he had locked me in the room. I had seen way too many criminal movies, so I knew that the glass on the wall was a one-way window. They could see me, but I couldn’t see them. I remained calm, and I sat there staring at the wall. I didn’t want to look guilty, so I aimed for a look of boredom.
When both Short and Tall came back in, I gave them my full attention. Short and Chubby started it off.
“Well, we found your car in the Chicago River, and we’ve noticed you didn’t report it stolen, so—”
“Well, I figured the loan company came and towed it because I was behind on my payments,” I quickly lied.
The tall, skinny officer jotted down a few things and looked up at me. “So you know nothing about your car being in the river?” he quizzed.
I shook my head no.
“Well, there was arson activity done to your vehicle and DNA from a few people who came up dead. Now, you look pretty harmless, but we will be investigating it all. If it comes back that you had anything to do with this”—Short and Chubby stepped closer to my chair—“we will bring you all the way down.” He emphasized that point.
I gave him innocent eyes with a slight smile on my face. I didn’t want to seem guilty or like I was shitting bricks, because I definitely was. The tall one chuckled and shook his head as they both left the room. Once again they locked the door. I put my head down. It was pounding, and they were making me nervous. After a while, they came back and told me they were taking me home.
When we pulled up to my house, they suggested that I let them know if I found out anything new. They gave me their business cards so that I could contact them. I glanced at Short and Chubby’s card, which read DAVID LOBINSKI. I put it in my bra and stepped out of the back of the police car. I ran up my porch steps, unlocked my door, and slammed it behind me.
“What am I going to do?” I asked myself.
I ran upstairs. My legs and hands were shaking. I knew then that I had to leave town. In this day and age, there was too much technology for me not to be found responsible for that car incident. I had nothing to do with any dead bodies, and I knew that Chicago was good at framing people for shit, even without any leads.
I was nervous, and I no longer wanted to g
o out for drinks with Porsha and Kim. Then again, I did need a few drinks. Something told me to go see about that machete on my shelf. When I reached the top of the steps, I ran to my room and grabbed the chair from my vanity. I opened my closet door and placed the chair in the middle of the floor. I stood on top of it. To my surprise, the machete was gone. I slowly looked around the closet, then climbed off the chair and looked around my room cautiously.
I felt like I was in a scary movie and it was my turn to die. I was a nervous wreck. My phone rang, and I almost jumped out of my skin. When I realized it was my phone, I took a deep breath and walked over to my bed to get it. It read PORSHA CALLING. I answered, and she asked for directions to my house. I gave them to her and quickly got dressed.
She blew her horn when she was outside. I didn’t feel as cute as I should. I wore a tight yellow dress with some black pumps. I felt like a damn bumblebee, but that was the outcome when you were rushing. Kim was sitting in the front seat of the car. I opened the back door and sat behind Porsha.
Kim turned around and faced me. “Girl, I ain’t think you was gon’ come,” she said, smiling from ear to ear.
I cracked a small smile back. My mind was all over the place. I just kept replaying the whole cop and Josh ordeal in my head. Somebody is trying to set me up.
We ended up at Eclipse Restaurant and Lounge on West Diversey. We decided that we would order just appetizers and drinks. I hoped and prayed they wouldn’t bring up me getting fired. I should have known better.
Kim had to be the one to investigate the situation further. “So when did you and Cliff start messing around?” she began.
“It was nothing like that,” I replied, waving her question off.
Then she insisted that I tell her everything. I refused, and she finally dropped the subject. She went on to ask me about Crystal.
“Do you have any pictures of her?” she asked.
“No. I kind of switched purses, and I didn’t put my wallet in this one,” I said as I stroked my purse.