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Raunchy
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Raunchy
By T. Styles
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2010936906
ISBN: 0982391374
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Acknowledgements
I hate this person…Harmony Phillips. I hate her because she hates back…because she can’t be anything different than what she was taught to be. Still, I feel for her, like I feel for all of the women, who lay with a man, producing a child minus any love or compassion. I’m resentful of people for bringing kids into this world only to fin for themselves, yet I understand how it happens. I understand how one bad seed begats another one. I understand how unless we learn to love ourselves, and work to be stronger parents and people, keeping all those out of our family business who may mean us harm, we are doomed.
So I acknowledge all the mothers who do their best because their hearts are in the right place. I acknowledge those who don’t know enough to raise a child, but have the wisdom to ask someone who does.
To you I say, Thank you.
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Dedication
I dedicate this book to great mother’s everywhere.
“Why should my life change just ‘cause I got kids? Shit…I brought them in this world…what more do they want?”
-Harmony Phillips
PART ONE
Prologue
Summer of 1976
Fort Washington, Maryland
“Harmony! Harmony…Wake up!” Estelle Pointer yelled at her five-year-old daughter as she slept peacefully in her bed. Flopping down on the edge of her expensive sky blue canopy bed, it rocked violently. “You hear me, girl? Get up now!” Her breath reeked of her favorite poison, tonic water and vodka.
The long blue silk dress Estelle wore was soaked in sweat and her light skin wasn’t painted in makeup like it usually was, instead she was frantic and angry.
“What’s wrong, mama?” Harmony asked as she rubbed her eyes to see her mother clearly. Her soft curly black hair was pulled tightly back into a floppy ponytail, and a few loose curls rounded her angelic face. Her cheeks were rosy red, like always when she was excited for any reason. “Is daddy hurt?”
“Don’t worry about that shit, hussy! Just get your fuckin’ ass up…we moving tonight!” She screamed throwing the covers off her body. The cold air attacked her naked legs. “Go put some clothes on and meet me outside in fifteen minutes.” When Harmony appeared motionless she said, “Do you hear me, girl?” Harmony nodded quickly. “Don’t make me fuck you up! Outside in fifteen minutes!”
She wanted to obey Estelle by doing her best to rush downstairs, but what about her things? Although very young, she had a jewelry box full of diamond earrings, gold bangles and gold necklaces. Like Estelle, she’d become accustomed to luxury, and she wanted to know if her mother had a plan for her personal things as she was sure she had one for her own things.
“Ma,…What about my things?” Harmony asked before getting dressed. “I don’t want to leave without my jewelry.”
Estelle turned around and smacked her in the face. “Bitch, you heard me! Get dressed!”
Harmony jumped out of bed as quickly as her body could move, while her mother disappeared into the darkness of the house, slamming the door behind her.
“I hate her!” She thought aloud.
She didn’t care what that bitch had to say, she was taking her fucking jewelry. Since she hadn’t dressed herself before, because it was the nanny’s job, she didn’t know what to wear. So she chose to keep her pink pajama pants on and put on a whi
te t-shirt. Then she stuffed her jewelry in her panties.
“I’m not ready yet. So stay in your room.” Estelle said reentering. “I’ll be back for you in ten minutes.” She closed the door again.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ESTELLE?! LEAVE MY DAUGHTER OUT OF THIS!” Cornell Phillips yelled.
Harmony knew what was happening without Estelle saying a word. From the argument she overheard earlier between her father Cornell and her mother Estelle, she knew that he was caught cheating with his Spanish mistress, the beautiful Irma Cruz. What Estelle didn’t know was that Harmony favored Irma more than she did her, and had been with Cornell to visit her in L.A on many occasions. It was their little secret and she liked it that way. Besides, Estelle was too busy spending Cornell’s money on million-dollar shopping sprees to notice his infidelities.
When Harmony was half dressed, she was startled again when her father crept into the room and locked the door behind him. Cornell’s honey-colored complexion was reddened and his neat processed wavy hair was now scattered all over his head. Even though his hair was in disarray, he was strikingly handsome.
“Open the door, mothafucka! You ain’t got shit to say to me or my daughter no more! Go back to that bitch!” Estelle yelled banging on the door.
KICK! BANG! KICK! Were the sounds heard against the door. “Estelle, give me a minute with my daughter! Just one damn minute!”
“Go back and stick your dick in that bitch,” she persisted.
Cornell shook his head in disgust at how she was talking around Harmony.
Silence.
“You didn’t stick to the plan!” She cried leaning against the door. “Why didn’t you stick to the plan?!”
“Fuck you!”
“I’m tired of your shit, Cornell!” She stood up straight. “I’m not riding with you no more! Do you hear me…I’m not taking your shit no more!”
The yelling scared Harmony and Cornell was trying to spare her as best he could.
“Come here, princess,” he continued sitting on a chair in her room. Estelle quieted down but he knew that she was a hateful bitch and was undoubtedly doing something to get back at him at that very moment.
Harmony rushed toward him and he spoke in a heavy whisper, her light skin was flushed from all the excitement. But every time she saw his face she felt safe because he treated her like a princess. Up until that point, life had been a dream and somehow she knew all would change.
“I gotta give you life in a hurry, princess, because you might not see me again.”
“No, daddy.”
“Just listen…Whatever your mother says about me when you leave, don’t believe her. You hear me? I want you to remember our good times together, and how much I love you. And when you meet someone, if he can’t afford you, I don’t want you wasting your time on him.”
“Daddy, I’m scared.” Harmony began to sob uncontrollably until he caressed her back softly.
“I’m sorry but your life is getting ready to change and you need to be ready.” He paused. “I’m gonna send somebody to bring you something. When you meet him, he’ll talk to you alone. Don’t worry, you can trust him.”
“But you said never to trust anyone.”
“I know, but we don’t have a choice.”
“But where is mama taking me, daddy? What about my things? I don’t wanna-”
“You’ll probably go over Shirley’s house.” He interrupted, speaking of her grandmother. “And you betta never trust that old bitch ‘cause she’ll smile in your face and stab you in the back the moment you turn around.” The idea of her nana being so hateful frightened her. “Be smart, princess. It’s important that you always do a good job in school and be smart, don’t be anything like Estelle.”
“You said you’d never leave me. And now you makin’ me go with mama.” A short jolt of unease pierced her stomach.
“There ain’t shit we can do about that now, princess! I need you strong!” He said wiping his own tears away this time. “I’m sorry I exposed you to this lifestyle…because now the bar is set high for you, and you’ll always want more. But always remember that when you’re in pursuit of money, that you should never sell your soul."
"Okay, daddy."
He smiled weakly although his heart was breaking by the second. “Listen, before you go I have to tell you somethin’ ‘bout Estelle. She’s…”
“POLICE! OPEN UP!” Loud knocking on the bedroom door scared Harmony and rattled her father. He stood up straight and shoved her toward her white bedroom closet door. She fell on her knees scraping them terribly.
“Get in the closet, and close the door! No matter what you see, don’t come out here!” He said grabbing her up by her arms.
“Daddy, no! I’m scared.”
“Harmony Phillips, you do what I say this instant!” He opened the closet door. “Now get in that closet and don’t come out! Do you hear me?”
“Yes, daddy.”
Whenever Cornell called her by her full name, he was serious, and she knew better than to disobey him. So she ran into the cold dark closet and looked through the wooden slits. Cornell could see the shine of her eyes against the dim light in her room and he stepped back and smiled.
“I love you,” he whispered. She waved and wiped away the last few tears that crept upon her face, they were useless and she knew it. She’d made a promise to be strong and that was exactly what she was going to do, no matter what.
“OPEN THIS DOOR NOW! WE HAVE YOU CORNERED!”
Seconds later, the bedroom door came crashing in and five police officers wrestled Cornell to the floor.
“STAY DOWN!” One of the officers yelled striking him on his head with his Billy club. “Don’t move!”
The other four officers joined in the abuse and struck Cornell multiple times in the face, neck and upper body.
“We finally got your ass,” one of the cops said. “We have the dope and everything right in your house. You see, you not as smart as you thought you were.”
“Get that mothafucka! Don’t let him get up!” Estelle yelled, walking into the room. Her jaw flexed and her eyes formed tiny slits. She wasn’t the slightest bit upset at how the officers were treating her long term boyfriend…the only thing on her mind was revenge. “He got all kinds of drugs and money underneath the house too! And me and my baby ain’t no nothin’ ‘bout it either!” Then she directed her attention to Cornell. “And just so you know, nigga, you ain’t neva seein’ your daughter again! Ever!”
“Bitch, I will kill you first! She ain’t even…”
“Shut the fuck up,” an officer said hitting him again.
Seeing the violent officers hurt her father, and hearing Estelle’s evil threats about never seeing her again, Harmony rushed out of the closet and hit one of the policemen on the leg with her tiny fists. She figured if she helped him, that her father would be able to escape and they could leave together. But the officer kicked her off and she tumbled against the blue wall hurting her head. Enraged and not thinking straight, Cornell mustered up enough strength to tackle the officer to the floor. Once in his grasp, he gripped his throat tightly. Spit escaped his mouth and his hair was drenched in sweat. It took all four officers to attempt to pull Cornell off of him.
“You fuckin’, cracker! I know you just didn’t hit my baby girl! I know you ain’t that fuckin’ crazy!”
Veins popped out of his forehead and neck as he continued to crush the officer’s windpipe. Seconds later, the officer’s eyes rolled up in his head and he was no longer able to fight him.
For as long as Cornell had been selling and transporting drugs in DC, Maryland and New York, he never took a life himself until now. Sure he handed down orders for hundreds of men to be killed, but never had he done the work himself until that night. After all, Cornell was a boss and bosses rarely got their hands dirty. Too bad for him that his first blood drawn, belonged to a white Maryland, police officer.
Being so close to death, his mind raced briefly to the past. Cornell
was not a man who regretted much, but he did regret the day he participated in a high stakes Poker game. Had he not, maybe he would not be in the predicament he was in, but at the same time, Harmony may never had been in his life either. And he loved her more than life.
Seeing their partner’s body go limp, one of the other officers shot Cornell in the shoulder and he dropped to the floor.
“For your sake you betta hope he’s alive, nigger!” He said pressing his foot heavily on the fresh wound to keep Cornell penned to the floor. The other officers rushed to their partner one by one making the same determination, that he was dead.
“Mam…you better get your daughter out of here.” One of them said giving her an evil glare. Then he leveled a dark look at Cornell. “I don’t think either of you will want to see what’s gonna happen next.”
Harmony’s jaw dropped when she saw the blood escaping her father’s body. She contemplated hiding in the house until everyone left. Her favorite place was a crawl space under the stairs and sometimes the large basement. She figured after the cops left, she could still be there with her father. She didn’t understand the repercussions of killing a white police officer.
No sooner than that thought entered her mind, Estelle grabbed her by the arm and whisked her away. Harmony’s body was pulled down the beautiful spiral staircase, through the foyer with the large crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and into Estelle’s blue Mercedes Benz, with the engine running. Police cars sat in the elegant stone driveway and blaring sirens indicated that more were on the way. Estelle didn’t want to be anywhere near them.