Child Support (Urban Books)

by Amour

  When he finally got tired, he threw the belt at me and walked out of the room. I stayed on the floor, weakened. I had doubts that I could even stand up. The pain was too excruciating. Moments later Beautyful and Chelsea came running in. They both crouched on the floor and started asking me if I was okay. It was obvious that I wasn’t, so I didn’t say a word. They both helped me up and carried me to the bed.

  Chelsea left the room, and Beautyful stayed at my side. She looked around the room, making sure the coast was clear. “You need to leave him alone,” she whispered, as if I didn’t know that already.

  I nodded. I felt her 100 percent. She began telling me how she was close to the girl that used to date Cliff and how he broke her all the way down. She explained how their business was all over the media, which was more embarrassing than anything. She also told me that Chelsea was nothing but a conniving bitch. Every time she brought a new stripper to King of Diamonds, she got paid something extra.

  Chelsea was all about the money and could have cared less about me. She was the one who had introduced Beautyful to the fast life and the reason she had lost herself in this lifestyle. She so badly wanted to change, but she couldn’t stay away from the fast money. She told me if I had any common sense, I would run away and never look back.

  She hugged me and left the room. As I lay there, I replayed everything she had told me. I did want to run away, but I had nowhere to go and nobody to run to. With an aching body and head, I managed to fall asleep.

  While Angel slept, Chelsea and Cliff sat in the living room, talking.

  “Now, why you have to do her like that?” Chelsea asked.

  Cliff shook his head. His mind was too far gone. He had come to the realization that he loved Angel. She had humiliated him, and she needed to be punished. Chelsea knew better than anyone that he didn’t allow his women to disrespect him in any way, shape, or form.

  “Disrespectful. Why you take her there?” he questioned her.

  She shrugged her shoulders and told him that she’d wanted to go. He knew better than that, though. He knew how convincing and manipulative his sister could be to a naive girl like Angel.

  Their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell. Cliff got up to get the door, and Chelsea got up to go upstairs. He looked through the peephole, and to his surprise, it was Juice. This kind of threw him for a loop, being that Juice was supposed to be in Miami, working for Face. When he opened the door, Juice stood there, distraught. He invited Juice in. He noticed that he had a camera in his hand. Cliff was hoping like hell that he didn’t come all the way to Atlanta to show him the tape of Face fucking Angel.

  Cliff shut the door and followed behind Juice, who went straight to the living room. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he sat down and stared into space.

  “What’s up, dude?” Cliff asked. At this point, he was beginning to wonder if he’d seen Face fucking his bitch on the camera. Juice remained silent. He handed Cliff the camera. Cliff turned it on, and about ten videos were lined up across the screen. One was from yesterday, so he decided to watch that first.

  He took a seat. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to handle whatever was on the camera, especially if Angel was involved. The video started with somebody running past the camera, and then Face went over to the bed to sit, watching. Then he saw Angel make her way to him. He started to turn off the camera, but something made him want to see more. He watched them fuck, and then the video showed Face leaving the room. He came back with a bottle of champagne and something shiny.

  Juice was looking down, and Cliff wondered why. He continued to watch. He watched as Angel reached for the bottle with her delicate hands, then hit Face upside his head. Cliff couldn’t believe that the rest of the video was actually of her. She appeared to be innocent and harmless, but she was a malicious murderer. The way she pulled the trigger of the revolver she found, without a thought of remorse, shocked him. She was a totally different person on the video than she was when he was around her.

  He couldn’t hear everything she was saying, but he could hear her calling Juice Mike. Cliff was almost certain that Mike wasn’t Face’s government name. She aimed the gun at his head and let a bullet loose. This made Cliff jump a little. This bitch was nuts and belonged in a psych ward if you asked him. She was really crazy. He didn’t see Face do anything that would give her a reason to want to kill him. He was at a loss for words as he gave Juice the camera.

  Juice sat there, shaking his head. He didn’t know what to do. He knew who had killed his friend, but he wasn’t a snitch, so he couldn’t tell. He wondered whether this counted as dropping a dime. It wasn’t like Angel was affiliated with any gang or set, so would the hood care if he told the Feds who had killed one of the best hip-hop artists out there?

  “I know what you thinking, and you can’t tell,” Cliff said, still shaken by what he had just watched.

  As bad as he wanted Angel’s crazy ass out of his house at this point, he knew that her dad was going to kill her soon. He had money on the line, and Juice wasn’t going to take that away. He decided to let him in on the little deal he had with Albert. Maybe that would make him want to hold water. He told him that if he kept quiet, he would give him ten racks, half of what he was getting. At least that was what he told Juice.

  Juice agreed. He loved Face, but the money was worth keeping quiet for a little while. Cliff told Juice to give him the camera, because he wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t say a word. Juice handed it to Cliff without any problem and headed out the door.

  Cliff knew from that point on he would be sleeping with one eye open. He figured he’d better go make up with her. Although he was stronger than her, it was obvious strength had nothing to do with it when it came to her. Angel was no angel at all.

  Chapter 18

  Albert was growing tired of Porsha’s clinginess. She wanted to be under him 24/7, and to him that was way too much. He liked her to an extent, but not enough to be around her all the time. After she saw how much money he had dug up from the back of Teresa’s old house, she really didn’t want to let him loose.

  He’d had three hundred thousand dollars buried in her backyard for all those years. It was untouched, and he needed every penny. He had been saving his money for years, and after getting a settlement from an accident he was in years ago, it put him up in the money game.

  He knew he would need it for a rainy day, but he never imagined that going to jail would be the rain. His mind was set on getting his hands on Angel and her lying-ass mama. He sat on Porsha’s full-sized bed in her little apartment, deep in thought. Porsha came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed next to him.

  “What’s on your mind?” She had on a tight tiger-print shirt that made her titties pop out.

  Albert looked at her. “Where’s Angel?”

  She told him that Angel was in Atlanta with Cliff, that she knew exactly where she was, and that he didn’t need to worry. She told him to let her handle it and to trust her. Albert nodded his head. He didn’t trust himself, so trusting her was out of the question. He didn’t have any plans to get Teresa, but after pondering the matter for a long time, he thought, Why not kill her too? She was the one who had made Angel talk to the police, and she’d also made her act dumb when they were doing that study on her. Teresa had been loud in the courtroom, telling them that Albert had caused Angel to develop a serious illness. That was when they decided to do a study on her. When the results came back, they agreed that he had indeed messed her up in the head. That was when the judge decided that he didn’t deserve to get credit for his time spent behind bars.

  He told Porsha that he needed to see her car because he had to make a run. She was reluctant at first, but she wasn’t going to tell him no. He took the keys to her Honda and headed to Teresa’s house. No one knew when he was getting out, so he knew that showing up at Teresa’s door was going to shock her. She had lived in the same house forever.

  He didn’t know what he had seen in her. She’d been a cute you
ng girl, but she too was clingy. He had told her up front that he had a woman and that she was too young to be that. She was okay with it at first; things went smoothly. But after too much time together, she started getting out of line, calling too much, stalking him, and doing things that would turn him off. When she told him that she was pregnant, he knew it was time to leave her alone. He would belittle her, yell at her, and mistreat her, but no matter what, she still wanted to be around him.

  At first, he didn’t believe that the kid was his. When Angel was born, there was no denying her. He told Teresa, “If my woman ever find out, I’m going to kill you.” She agreed not to tell anyone who her baby’s father was, and it went like that for years, until he became attracted to their daughter, Angel.

  Albert had molested a few of his relatives in the past, but he had never gotten caught. He tried his hardest not to be attracted to her. She was his flesh and blood. There was just something about her that he couldn’t shake. She was five or six when he started lusting over her and making inappropriate remarks to her. He had stopped when she turned eight, but he’d started something new with her when she was fourteen. This was when he started really messing with her. She had developed breasts and a little booty to match.

  One day she had come out in the front room with her tank top and pajama shorts on. She told her mother good night, and then she went back to her room. Albert watched as she swished down the hall, back to her room. Teresa caught him looking, but she didn’t think anything of it.

  After Teresa had given him some ass, he decided that he’d go check up on his daughter. To Teresa, this was the first time since Angel was born that he’d acted concerned about her. Teresa smiled after he told her that. In her head, she thought that she was finally getting the family she had always longed for.

  When he walked into Angel’s room, she was fast asleep in her twin bed. He closed the door behind him and walked over to her. She looked so beautiful and slept so peacefully. He kneeled down and pulled the covers off of her. Her titties were poking out of the tank, so he lifted it up and began fondling them.

  She was sleeping so hard that she had no clue what was going on. He then decided to taste them, hoping they would taste better than her mother’s. He placed one of her titties in his mouth and began flicking his tongue across her nipple. He placed his left hand in her panties and began playing with her pussy. He began to feel bad, and he quickly slid his hand out and pulled her shirt back down. He covered her up and left the room.

  Teresa wondered what was taking him so long. When he returned, she asked, “What took you so long?” He told her that he was watching her sleep. That made Teresa smile again.

  That was the first time he had touched his only child, but it was far from the last. Every time he came over, he made his way into Angel’s room. He would touch her, suck her titties, and sometimes he would eat her pussy. She was a heavy sleeper, so she never had any idea that any of this was going on.

  Teresa started to catch on and realized that he was not going in there to check up on Angel. One day she snuck behind him to see what he was really doing in there. When she cracked the door open and peeked in, she saw him with her daughter’s legs wide open, his face in between. She watched with tears in her eyes as he sucked, slurped, and nibbled on his daughter’s virgin pussy.

  She tiptoed back to her room and cried. She couldn’t believe it. She’d already had the feeling he was eyeballing Angel, but to actually see it was a different ball game. She hated Angel at this point. Up until then, the two of them had had a pretty good relationship, because they were all the other had. That relationship turned sour.

  She started resenting having her daughter, since it was because of Angel that she had practically lost her man. She began being the meanest woman alive to Angel. Angel never knew why her mother started being cruel to her, but she did know that her mother strongly disliked her.

  One day after school Angel was beyond tired and decided to rest up for later. She had plans to go to her friend Octavia’s party, so the rest was needed. Albert had come over and had had Teresa suck his dick. Teresa was irritated by the fact that he didn’t even want to fuck her after she was done.

  He got up and headed to Angel’s room. He closed and locked the door. He pulled the covers off of her and threw them on the floor. He pulled her bottoms down and began licking her pussy. After he felt it was wet enough, he slid his dick inside. He had never possessed a big dick, so it only made Angel jerk a little. She still remained sound asleep.

  Being inside of her never-before-touched pussy, he reached ecstasy and came inside of her. He didn’t think anything of it, because she wasn’t having periods, to his knowledge. He slid her panties up, and she started moving, as if she was about to wake up. He quickly unlocked and opened the door. When she opened her eyes, he was leaving her room.

  Angel had no idea why her dad had been in her room. But she wasn’t even sure that he had actually been there, since she’d been half asleep the whole time. She sat up and saw her covers on the floor and knew something wasn’t right. She just didn’t know exactly what it was. Her mother knew what was going on. By this point, it had been going on for an entire year, and Teresa felt she had to accept it in order to get some of Albert’s time.

  Albert pulled up in front of Teresa’s house and sighed. He hadn’t seen her in years. He’d heard she’d been diagnosed with cancer and that she had recently passed out. They said somebody called the police from her house, but she was there alone when they arrived. He walked to the door and knocked firmly. Moments later, a fragile Teresa opened the door. She gave him an evil look, a look that simply said “What the fuck you want?”

  He smiled. She wasn’t the old scary-ass Teresa she used to be. She had grown some balls, because the old Teresa would have known better not to give him any look but a respectful one. To his surprise, she let him in. He noticed how bad she looked. She was skinny as a toothpick, and she was completely bald. He figured life was going to kill her, so he didn’t need to.

  They didn’t say much. Actually, Teresa didn’t say anything. He told her that he’d heard about her condition and wanted to check up on her. Teresa knew all too well what “check up on” meant in his vocabulary. She had a feeling he was looking for Angel. She didn’t know where she was. If she did, she wouldn’t have dared to tell him. He went on and on about how jail had changed him for the better, but she knew he was full of bullshit. Finally, the moment she had been waiting for came.

  “So how’s Angel?” he asked.

  “She’s good, I guess. I haven’t talked to her. Why? You wanna go and fuck her like you used to?” she asked boldly, with disgust. She had held the hurt in for far too long, and now it was spilling over. She wanted to kill him for hurting her daughter. However, she figured life would get him.

  Albert wanted to smack the shit out of Teresa for saying that. He wasn’t thinking about fucking her. The only fuck he had in mind was fucking her up. “Teresa, don’t start with me. I came here to get things straight,” he lied.

  She saw straight through the lies he told. He didn’t give a fuck about them, and he showed it every chance he got. She figured enough was enough. It was clearly time for him to leave. She started cursing him out, and then she kicked him out. She didn’t know why she had let him in to begin with.

  He got up and left. On his way back to the car, he thought, Maybe I should kill her. He snapped out of it. Killing Angel would kill her. He got in the car and pulled off. He knew he had to teach Teresa a lesson, because she must’ve forgotten his capabilities.

  Cliff was scared straight after watching that video. He was being beyond nice to Angel, hoping he didn’t trigger that character she was when she was with Face. He apologized every day for beating her with the belt and just for putting his hands on her in general.

  She didn’t know where this sudden niceness was coming from, but she was going to take full advantage of it. She still had welts on her legs, which were healing slowly. Her mind was hea
vily on Crystal, and she believed that now was the time to go to Chicago to get her.

  She didn’t know how she would get it done, but she knew it had to be done soon. Since Cliff was trying to be so kind to her, she thought maybe he would let her have some space out of his sight. She decided she would tell him that she was going to the mall. She would use whatever money he gave her and put it with the money she had gotten from Omar and use it to get her sister. She already had the money from Omar and her purse ready for her departure. She had already called the airport and knew that a flight would be leaving in three hours. She had to move fast.

  On her way down the stairs, she met Cliff, who was coming up. “Hey, baby,” Angel said. She stopped in front of him, and he stopped.

  “Yeah?” Cliff responded nervously. He didn’t know what she wanted. All he knew was that he was not fucking her. He saw what sex made her do, and he had no time to fall victim.

  “I need to go to the mall,” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

  He went in his pocket and gave her the keys to his Benz and his black card. She took them and moved out of his way. She didn’t think it would be this easy, but she was glad it was. Cliff was glad it went smoothly too. He was happy that she didn’t want anything too big. At this point, Angel could have said she wanted everything he had, and he would have given it to her. He went upstairs, embarrassed that this girl had him in fear.

  Angel jetted out the door and headed to the platinum-colored Benz. Trist was pulling in. She hadn’t seen him or talked to him since Miami. She figured that he must’ve stayed there with some girl he was dealing with. Angel had caught a feeling about that. She didn’t have shit to say to him, so she slammed the car door shut and started the ignition.