Child Support (Urban Books)

by Amour

  She hoped and prayed that he got the death penalty for trying to kill his own flesh and blood. She slid down the door frame and sat on the floor. She had never questioned why he wanted Angel out of the game so bad. He’d said only that she had accused him of raping her, so why would they prosecute him if they never proved it?

  Albert was a fucking pedophile. She shook her head in disgust and decided to call Kim. They hadn’t talked since Albert was released, so they had a lot of catching up to do. She dialed Kim’s number and waited for her to answer.

  Albert was shocked that Crystal was willing to go to a hotel with him. He guessed she was on the same thing as he was, fucking. He didn’t want her as his woman, and she didn’t want him as her man; they just wanted to enjoy this moment.

  She was probably the sexiest girl he had ever seen. He opened the door for them and let her walk in first. She smiled. He knew young niggas never did that for their women. He had asked the receptionist to bring some alcoholic beverages up to their room. The drunker they were, the freakier they’d be.

  She flopped down on the bed, on her stomach, and her ass jiggled. Albert licked his lips as he watched. You could tell she didn’t have any panties on. She flipped over on her back and smiled again.

  He headed over to sit next to her, but the knocks at the door interrupted him. He turned around to answer it. He knew it was room service. The nerdy hotel employee that resembled Harry Potter had a bottle of champagne and a bucket of ice in his hands. Albert grabbed them from the Harry Potter look-alike and tipped him.

  He closed the door and retrieved two glasses for the two of them. He had his back toward her as he poured the drinks. When he turned back around, he saw her rolling up a blunt. The smell that lingered in the room let him know she was smoking what he called Loud. It was called Loud because it was a smell you couldn’t ignore.

  “You smoke?” she asked while licking the blunt to seal the deal.

  He nodded his head yeah, even though he didn’t. He figured he needed a high to keep up with her young, thick ass. She flicked her lighter across the blunt to make sure that it stayed wrapped, and then she sparked it. She inhaled the blunt, and then she exhaled. The smoke came out of her mouth, and then she sucked it back in, and then it came out her nose.

  “You smoke all the time?” he asked. In his eyes, she handled the weed like a nigga.

  “Naw, I haven’t smoked in years,” she confessed as she flicked the ashes to the floor. She passed the blunt to him, and he hit it twice and passed it back. He was never a smoker, though he had done it here and there in the past.

  He was ready to get the show on the road, and she could sense his impatience. She put her blunt out, and he handed her a glass of champagne. She downed three glasses, and he drank two. He could see she was going through some things just by the look on her face.

  He lay down on the bed and pulled his dick out. He figured his sex could ease her mind, or maybe she could ease his. He was still annoyed at the fact that things weren’t going as planned. How badly he wanted to kill Angel was sickening. If he could just cross paths with her, the rest would be history.

  Crystal slid closer to him and grabbed his dick. She massaged his rock-solid dick, staring into his eyes the whole time. She was so familiar. Those eyes were too familiar. Had he already fucked her and couldn’t remember? She looked no older than twenty-five.

  “Condom?” she asked.

  Albert pulled the condom out of his shoe and handed it to her. He had started storing them in his shoe because every time he came home, Porsha ransacked his pockets. She ripped it open and slid it down his shaft.

  “You sure you ready?” she leaned in and asked. She licked his earlobe, and that gave him a tingly feeling.

  “Of course,” he answered.

  She grabbed his face and began kissing him roughly. She stuck her tongue in his mouth and twirled it all around. She stood up and pulled her sweatpants down, and as he’d suspected, she didn’t have on any panties. She pushed Albert back so that he would be lying flat on his back. Then she straddled him.

  Omar sat on his bed, gazing at the ceiling. He had Angel heavily on his mind. Although his girl was lying right next to him, she couldn’t stop him from thinking about Angel. He looked over at Kim and wished it was Angel. Kim was cute and all, but now that he thought about it, she was too damn loud.

  He had met her at Bennifeld’s when he had caught a little drug case. She was persistent about exchanging numbers, and they ended up doing so. Her sex and head game were worth every penny he spent on her, but she wasn’t worth shit. He had gotten deeply involved with her after Angel had left.

  Kim knew all about Angel, and it seemed as if that made her want him even more. Kim was just there to fill the void that Angel left. At first it had worked, but now that Angel was back in town, she was the one that he really wanted.

  Kim’s phone was ringing, so she moved to retrieve it from the nightstand. Omar snapped out of his trance. By how loud she was talking, he knew it was Porsha’s lonely ass on the other line. Kim was telling her how the family reunion had gone and how she missed her. Her tone suddenly changed, and Omar knew something was wrong. Kim told Porsha that she was on her way, and then she hung up. She looked over at Omar and smiled.

  “You know I love you, baby,” she said seductively.

  “Yeah, I know,” Omar proclaimed. He wasn’t so sure that he loved her too, so he didn’t say it back.

  She got down to where his dick was and pulled it out of his boxers. She began sucking his dick the way she had the first day they met. Although it felt good, he imagined that she was Angel. As he gripped her by the hair and let out low moans, he thought about all the times he fucked Angel. It was like heaven being inside of her, and he wanted that feeling again. Kim was slurping now, practically gargling on his dick. He bit his bottom lip.

  It took no time for him to get close to reaching his peak. As he reached his finish line, he let out a loud moan and then declared, “I love you, Angel.”

  It seemed like at that moment the world stopped turning. Kim came up from down below and smacked the taste out of Omar’s mouth. He didn’t say or do anything. He knew he deserved every bit of that. Kim got up from out of the bed, mumbling a bunch of nothing. Omar never did get the opportunity to cum, but he did get close to Angel in that moment, so he was cool. He turned over on his side and proceeded to go to sleep.

  Kim hopped back on the phone with Porsha, as loud as could be.

  “Girl, why this nigga just call me Angel, though?” she complained as soon as Porsha answered. “Yeah, girl! I’m giving him the head like none other, and his dusty, broke ass calling me that nothing-ass bitch name. Did he forget she left his ass? I hope and pray Albert kill that ho, and then we’ll see whose name he’ll be screaming.”

  That was all Omar heard, and quite frankly, that was all he needed to hear.

  Somebody was trying to kill the love of his life, and he had to do something. He decided to wait until Kim left to call Angel so that he could warn her. Kim left the house shortly after to tend to her lonely friend and to bitch about what had just taken place. When she was out of sight, Omar quickly dialed Angel’s number. She never answered, so he decided to shoot her a text. He quickly wrote her something short and to the point.

  I was just about to get in motion on Chris when my phone refused to shut up. I got up to put it on silent, but now I became a little worried. Baby, some nigga named Albert is looking for you to kill you, the text from Omar read. The only Albert I knew that would want to harm me was my dad.

  I didn’t know him from Adam and Eve, and so if I saw him, I wouldn’t know him. I put the phone on silent and then placed it back in my purse. I decided to finish what I had started. I got on top of Chris and began bouncing up and down like a basketball.

  He was gripping my ass so rough that I just knew my skin was going to break from his nails. He was talking kind of dirty, and I just tuned him out. I wanted to give him the kind of pussy his girl
wished she could supply him with. I put my arm behind me and began playing with his balls.

  “Crystal, baby,” he moaned.

  I sped up the ride. He had his eyes closed tight, but not as tight as my pussy. His long, thick dick overflowed my pussy. It wasn’t a smooth ride at all. In fact, it kind of hurt, but I knew after a while I would master him. When it finally started to feel good, I slowed down the ride. I started to grind on him and twirl my body around. He moaned and groaned. His eyes remained shut the entire time.

  Then that face popped up, and I grew scared. It was Mike. My eyes got so big, and I knew I had only so long to take care of this situation, and then the face went back to Chris’s. I started breathing heavily. This hadn’t happened in so long. I turned around, while keeping his dick inside of me, and kept popping on his dick. He was mumbling something that I could barely understand. He just wouldn’t shut up, and he said something that made my skin crawl.

  “That’s right, Angel. Fuck Daddy the way ya’ Mama couldn’t.”

  The room started spinning, and I didn’t know if I had heard right or if my mind was playing tricks on me. I stopped fucking him and turned back to look at him.

  “Who the hell is Angel?” I asked. I had caught an attitude.

  “Nobody. Keep going,” he said, trying to brush the situation under the rug. He looked embarrassed that he had even said it. I gave him a sideways glare, and then I reluctantly started back up. I decided I needed to face him. I got up off of his dick and turned around and sat back on it.

  As I rode him, it felt like everything was going in slow motion. Dragons floated across the room, and the face I saw wasn’t the face I usually saw. I kept seeing Omar’s text message in my head. I saw my dad lying on the bed with his sunglasses on.

  He looked how he did the last time I saw him, over ten years ago. He had that big beer belly, and he didn’t say a word. The champagne bottle sat on the bed, and I knew it was now or never. I heard him say it again and again.

  That’s right, Angel. Fuck Daddy the way ya’ Mama couldn’t. I picked up the bottle and bashed his face with it. His hands dropped to the bed, and I jumped off of him and went to get my purse. I rummaged through it until I felt the knife that I had wrapped in a napkin. I took the knife out of the napkin, walked over to him, climbed back on top of him, and then I slit his throat from ear to ear. Blood came from his mouth and neck.

  Still, I rode him slowly, staring in his eyes. Then I took my two fingers and closed them.

  I hopped off of his dick and sat on the bed next to him. I went through one of his pockets and grabbed his wallet. I opened it, and there it was, big as day. His ID. His name was Albert Christopher Jacobs.

  My eyes welled up. I felt sick to my stomach. I had just fucked my own father. This was the same man who wanted me dead. I went through the wallet and came across a picture of my little sister, Crystal. I forced a smile. She looked pure and innocent. I flipped it over and it read: ANGEL CRYSTAL JACOBS. AGE EIGHT.

  The tears fell slowly. I didn’t have a sister. All I had was me.

  “There is no Crystal. You are Crystal,” I chanted a few times, closing my eyes. I told myself that I was going to face reality. I took a deep breath and one last look at the picture of me. I threw the wallet on the floor and went through his other pocket.

  There was his cell phone.

  I went through it to see if he was involved with a girl named Porsha. I looked at one of the numbers, which looked all too familiar. I grabbed my phone to compare numbers. I scrolled down to the letter P in my contacts list and clicked VIEW on Porsha’s name. To my surprise, it was the same exact number. I went to view his text messages, and my eyes saw pure hatred. It was clear to me as I read through their back-and-forth texts that both she and Cliff were trying to help my father take me out of the game.

  This all just couldn’t be true. The world was so small, and it broke my heart that all these people wanted me dead so bad.

  I had one down and two to go. I put his phone in my purse and put my purse over my shoulder. I walked to the door, and then I stopped. I set my purse down on the floor and then walked back to where he was lying.

  I rubbed his slit throat with my right index finger. I wrote Closure on the wall with his blood. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. The water and blood circled the sink together and then went down the drain. I turned the water off and went to put my clothes back on. I looked at him one last time before spitting in his face. I grabbed my purse from off of the floor, got my keys out of it, and headed out the door He was a sad-ass excuse for a father. Hate was a strong word, and since I was a strong woman, it was safe to say I hated him.

  Chapter 21

  When I woke up, I was in my car across the street from Omar’s house. I looked around and saw that it couldn’t be any later than seven in the morning. Seeing his car parked let me know that he was inside. I got out of my car and headed to his door. I saw a car pull up. When I looked in its direction, it pulled off.

  I watched it as it slowly drove past. After it was out of sight, I knocked on Omar’s door. I knocked for almost twenty minutes before he opened the door, rubbing his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him and began kissing him. My heart had led me to his house.

  When he was completely awake, he began kissing me back. He laid me on the couch and got on top of me.

  He kept whispering, “I love you, Angel.”

  I said it back, and at that moment, I felt so complete. Finally, I was at ease.

  “Promise you won’t leave me again?” he said as he looked me dead in the eyes.

  “I can’t promise,” I whispered. I knew he loved me genuinely. His eyes told me so. They weren’t bedroom eyes. They were “I’m in love” eyes.

  Sirens could be heard distinctively from afar. I knew they were coming for me as I kissed him for the last time.

  “Why not?” he asked.

  “I’m going to jail, and I may never get out. I came here just to spend my last moment of freedom with you.” I started crying, and he wiped my tears away with his hand.

  We didn’t utter a word as the sirens got closer. Soon we knew they were right outside his door. There were loud, firm knocks, and then a voice shouted, “Omar, your best bet is to open the door!” Omar looked at me, and his expression told me he didn’t want to do it.

  “Go,” I instructed. Either way the dice rolled, I was going to jail. I got up and looked out the window and saw that we were surrounded by cops.

  Omar got up and headed to the door. He stopped midway. “Come here,” he said and motioned at the same time. I walked over to him, and we embraced. He kissed me on the forehead and then pulled me in and held me tight. “For the first time in my life I’m in love,” he said. I knew it hurt him to think that he finally had me back, and now I was leaving him for good.

  I slowly opened the door.

  They rushed in and grabbed me.

  “Angel Jacobs, you are under arrest for the murders of . . .” He so many names to rattle off that I could no longer hear him. I stared at Omar the entire time they cuffed me and read me my rights. When we got off the porch, I saw Kim and Porsha in front of the car I had seen when I first got there. Finally, I knew for sure it was they who had set me up.

  I couldn’t get mad. All I could do was charge it to the game. Why were they in front of his house, anyway? I couldn’t understand why. They put me in the backseat of the police car, and we were on our way to booking.

  I was not sure if I was there all the way when I did the things that I did. To be honest, I didn’t even remember the majority of the people whose murders they charged me with. I couldn’t say if I did or didn’t do it, because I couldn’t recall it all.

  As I lay on the leather chaise in my psychiatrist Dr. Dozey’s office, she insisted that I tell her my life story. She told me that she was trying to get me off with the insanity card. I didn’t think I was insane, but if it got me out that hellhole, then I was as crazy as I needed to be.

  I stare
d at the ceiling and rubbed my developed stomach. I was five months pregnant by somebody. I wanted it to be Omar’s, but after being hypnotized and Dr. Dozey telling me all the men I had slept with, there was no telling who this kid belonged to.

  She told me that that was all she needed and that I was free to go. Too bad it didn’t mean I could literally go free. When I walked out of her office, there were two sheriffs waiting for me. My shackled wrists and ankles made noises as I walked to the police car.

  Mr. Bennifeld sat beside me, with his assistant on the other side of me. Physically, I was in the courtroom. Mentally, I was somewhere else. This trial had dragged on for far too long, and today we would be getting a verdict. Before that, they decided to finally let my mother testify.

  She looked like she would die at any minute. She looked tired and frail. She sat on the stand, painting us all a picture. The picture she put together was one I didn’t want to see, let alone hear.

  She recapped the many nights she would catch my father going in my room, molesting me. “Ever since, that child ain’t been right,” she said. She told them that I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder around the time I turned fourteen. “She had become suicidal and tried killing herself. In the process, she lost a baby,” my mother explained. She knew more than I knew she knew.

  They did a DNA test on my unborn baby, and it was proven that my child’s dad was indeed my father. I almost threw up. I had made up in my mind that Mike was the father of my baby. I couldn’t believe this shit.

  My mother told the jury a few incidents that happened to me with my illness. Everyone looked touched and hurt as they listened. After my mother stepped down, Dr. Dozey stood up to take her place.

  She swore to tell the truth and nothing less, and then she said, “After doing months and months of studies on Miss Jacobs, it’s evident that she was not herself while these things were occurring. In her head, her child’s father was keeping her from their daughter. As you heard her mother say, her child never made it to live.” She walked up to a board that had a diagram that was supposed to look like my brain.