Remy and Rose': A Hood Love Story

by Mz. Lady P

  REMY&ROSE'

  A HOOD LOVE STORY

  WRITTEN BY: MZ.LADY P

  Copyright 2014 2015 by Mz. Lady P

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales or, is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter 1-Rose' Richards

  (Rozay)

  Love has a way of making a person do some crazy ass shit. I'll be the first to admit that being in love with the wrong nigga has put me in a fucked up situation. I'm Rose' Richards and I'm twenty-one years old. I've just served four years of a five-year prison sentence for drug possession. As I sit on my bunk waiting to be released later on today, all I can do is think about my first love, Ace Black.

  I was sixteen and he was twenty when I first met him. I would see him every day after school, hugging the block on the Westside of Chicago. He was fine as hell, rocked a low-cut fade, a little on the stocky side, and his attire stayed on point, despite the fact he was always loud and rambunctious. Ace was the nigga that your mother warned you not to fall in love with. I was no fool. I knew he was selling drugs, though I didn't really know anybody who did. I wasn't allowed to hang with those types of people.

  My mother, Sherita, was the head nurse at Rush Presbyterian Hospital. She worked long hours and kept me on a tight leash. The only thing I was allowed to do was go to school and come straight home afterwards. On the weekends, I was allowed to go over my father's house. My father, Dino, stayed in the heart of K-Town. That's where all the shit popped off at on the weekends, so I was more than happy to spend my weekends there.

  My mother hated my father with a passion and I was always in the middle of their constant bickering, especially when it came down to the freedom I had at his house. I used to have so much fun over there with my cousins. They stayed on the same block with our grandmother who we called Madear. I was really close with my cousins Boo and Peanut. They were some wild ass niggas and forever stayed in trouble. I let them get me into all types of shit. I laughed to myself as I thought about the numerous punishments I got on fucking with them.

  One day I was walking home from school and Ace approached me. He had on an all-white T-shirt with all black Levi's. He wore a pair of crispy white Air Force Ones. I was nervous as hell as he approached me. Females were always around him so I was curious as to why he was trying to holler at me.

  "Slow down little momma. You walk past me every day and never even speak to a nigga. I'm truly hurt." He put his hand over his heart like he was really hurt.

  "Boy please, you don't speak to me either." I had my hands on my hips as I spoke to him.

  "Don't ever call a grown man a boy. That's disrespectful. You should come upstairs and chill with me for a minute," he whispered in my ear, causing me to get goose bumps all over my body.

  "I don't know you like that."

  "Quit playing Rose'. You know I’m cool with Boo and Peanut.”

  I couldn't believe he knew my name. I thought long and hard, before I gave in and went upstairs in the apartment building that he lived in. In situations like this, your mind is telling you don't go but your heart is like go with the flow. As we entered the house, I knew it had to be a female's apartment. It had a lady’s touch to it.

  "Come on. Let's go to the back in the room. I don't like to smoke in the living room; that smell gets in the furniture.”

  I should have walked my ass out the front door right then and there. Instead, I followed him in the room. We both sat on the bed and he fired up a blunt.

  "So, tell me something about the beautiful Rose'."

  "I mean, there's not much to tell. I'm sixteen, I go to Westinghouse Vocational High School, I'm a sophomore and I live out in Oak Park with my mother.”

  During our conversation, I learned his age and a little about his family. Not much else. It was like he really wasn't trying to go into detail about himself. His focus was more on the blunt he rolled. I really didn't smoke but I didn't want to seem like a lame, although my ass was. The only time I would ever hit a blunt was when I was with my cousins, but I went ahead and smoked the blunt with him.

  "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

  Ace was rubbing all on my legs and the weed had me feeling all hot. I was a virgin, so I wasn't really sure why my coochie was dripping. I shook my head ‘no’ as he stood up in front of me. He pulled his shirt over his head and took off his pants. He was standing in front of me with dick standing at attention. I was eye level with his tool. I had to blink a couple of times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I was just looking at him in awe. I started to get scared so I jumped up to leave because I wasn't ready to go here with him.

  "You feel that shit." Ace had grabbed my hand and guided my hands up and down his shaft.

  "Look Ace, I like you and all but I'm a virgin. I've never done this before," I spoke nervously, but I never stopped massaging his shaft. His eyes lit up when he heard me say I was a virgin. He had this devilish smirk on his face. I should have got my ass up and left.

  "A virgin, huh?" He pushed me back on the bed and pulled my yoga pants down, got on his knees and started licking my pussy. I was trying my best to squirm out of his grasp, but he had a death grip on my legs. My body was shaking and twitching as a gush of fluid escaped me.

  "What was that Ace? Did I just pee in your mouth?"

  "No baby that was your sweet nectar. It tasted good too. Now lay back on the bed."

  He laid on top of me and positioned himself in between my legs. I closed my eyes tight as he fought to get the head in.

  "Please stop Ace, it hurts." I tried pushing him off of me. He pinned my arms behind my head and rammed his dick in me with so much force, that tears rolled down my face as he thrust in and out of me. It hurt like hell, but eventually it started to feel good.

  "This my pussy now, Rose'. You better not give my shit to nobody."

  He was still thrusting in and out of me, until finally his body started to shake on top of me. He stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. He then brought a towel and washed my pussy for me. His touch felt so good; but in my mind, I knew this shit was wrong.

  "I don't want you to think I'm the type of nigga that will take your virginity and stop fucking with you. However, no one can know about this or about us. You’re my woman now but because of our age difference, shit has to be on the low low. Remember what I said, that's my pussy now. So I better not hear about or even think you fucking with another nigga. Ya feel me beautiful?"

  Ace was now tonguing me down. All I could do was agree with what he was saying. In a matter of hours, Ace had me eating out the palm of his hands. That was my first act of stupidity over Ace Black, but it definitely wasn't my last.

  ****

  "I'm telling you Rose', we need to go to this block party," my best friend Diamond said, as she stood in front of her floor length mirror in her room, making sure her clothes were straight.

  "I already told your ass I can't. Ace doesn't want me to go to the block party. Plus, I don't want to see Ace all in other bitches face." Once the words left my mouth, I knew Diamond was about to curse my ass out. She was very verbal and outspoken.<
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  "You know you my bitch, but I wouldn't be a friend if I didn't keep it all the way one hundred with you. Ace don't give a fuck about you, Rose'. That nigga has so many bitches it’s ridiculous. You are too smart of a girl to let him have mind control over you like this. Has it ever occurred to you that he's just using you for sex and to make drug runs for him?"

  A month after we had sex I started doing drug runs with him on the weekends. My mother would kill me dead if she knew the shit I had been doing.

  "Ace is not using me, Diamond. He loves me. It’s just that he will get in trouble with the law if it were ever known that we fuck around."

  "Whatever Rose'. Let yourself out, I'm about to go turn up. I'm too young and pretty to let a nigga dictate my pace."

  I sat there and let it marinate. She was right. Ace fucked around all the time but I wasn't allowed to. I knew he was going to be mad at me when he saw me. He wouldn't go off in front of everybody, so I would just deal with that later.

  "Fuck it, I'm going with you." I did a once over in the mirror and I was ready to go.

  My long hair was pulled back in a ponytail. It was hot as hell outside, so I had on a low-cut top with a mini skirt on, and a pair of all white Puma's with no socks. Once we made it on Karlov, the block party was in full swing. The kids were all playing in the bouncy houses, the grills were going, and of course, all the niggas and females were posted all up and down the block, with their car systems going and drinks flowing.

  "Come on bitch, there go Boo and Peanut right there." Diamond practically ran trying to get to Peanut. She was so in love with him, but he didn't pay her ass a lick of attention.

  "What's up cuz?" I said to Boo and Peanut as we all hugged. Not long after, the rest of their crew joined us on the corner.

  "Where the hell you going in this little ass skirt?" Mook said as he tugged it at the bottom.

  I looked up and locked eyes with Ace. His jaws were clenched so tight, I knew he was going to act a fool. Mook really hadn't done anything. Plus, he was like family. I already knew Ace was going to assume I was fucking him.

  For the rest of the day, I watched Ace entertain different females. He was being real disrespectful, but there was really nothing I could do since no one could know about us but us. He would have a fit if he knew Diamond knew about us. It was starting to get dark and I knew Ace wanted me to go home with him tonight. It was the weekend so my parents would think I was with Diamond.

  "I'm about to head home. I'll see ya'll tomorrow." I started walking like I was going towards the bus stop to catch the Blue Line train home. I was really going to meet up with Ace so that we can go in the house together.

  His Impala was parked on the corner when I made it there. He unlocked the passenger side door and I got in. I leaned over to kiss him but he punched me hard as hell in the mouth.

  "Didn't I tell your ass not come to that party?"

  I was in shock, as blood seeped through my fingers while I held my mouth. The blow was so painful that I couldn't speak. All I could do was nod my head yes. Next, I was met with a slap to the face that caused my head to bounce off of the passenger side window.

  "Cat got your motherfucking tongue now? You was running off at the mouth with them niggas earlier. Open your mouth and say something before I slap the fuck outta your hoe ass again…out here in these streets acting like a hoe with these little ass clothes on."

  "I'm sorry, Ace. I just wanted to come outside. Plus, you were in other females’ faces the entire time I was there." I was crying and still holding my mouth because blood was leaking out like a faucet.

  "Shut the fuck up with your young, dumb ass. So because you see me talking to bitches, you're going to turn around and talk to niggas in my face? What the fuck is this, monkey sees monkey motherfucking do?"

  "You know Boo and Peanut are my cousins. Why are you doing this to me?"

  "That nigga Mook put his hand up your skirt."

  "No he didn't Ace."

  "So, you're calling me a liar, Rose'?"

  "No. I’m just saying that he didn't put his hands up my skirt. All he did was tug at the bottom of it." I was trying my best to plead my case but I had fucked up when I told him he even touched me at all. The slaps he was delivering to my face was coming in rapid succession. I could no longer block his hands, so I just sat there and let him smack me until he got tired. I was crying hard as hell.

  "Wipe your motherfucking face and stop all that crying. You brought this shit on yourself. I'm sorry that I put my hands on you like this, but when I tell you to do something you do it. Go in the house and clean your face. I'm about to go get us some food so have my room cleaned when I get back.”

  He leaned over and kissed me and of course I kissed him back. I loved him and he had my mind so gone, I really felt that he only did what he did because he loved me. That was my second act of stupidity. But as the old saying goes, the third time is a charm.

  A couple of months after that incident, things were going well between us. My mother was working more and more shifts, so she really had no idea what was going on with me. Each weekend I had been riding down to Fon Du Lac, Wisconsin, doing drug runs with Ace. I had just turned seventeen, so he was a little bit more comfortable with me riding with him.

  On this particular trip, I had an eerie feeling about things. I just wanted to get things over with and make it back home. As soon as we got on the Bishop Ford Expressway, a police car pulled us over.

  "Oh shit! Put all this in your purse and say that it's yours. I'm going to come and bond you out. You're underage so you won't get any time. I love you Rose'." Ace kissed me passionately and gave me the biggest hug ever.

  "I love you too, Ace."

  I put all the packaged drugs in my purse. When the officer arrived and he checked the car, they found the drugs in my purse. Of course my stupid in love ass took the weight. At the time I trusted Ace. I believed everything he said. It wasn't until I was standing in front of the judge being sentenced to five years, did I realize I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

  My mother and father tried their best to get me out, but because I took ownership of the drugs, I was charged with ‘Possession with the Intent to Distribute’. To make matters worse, two weeks after I was arrested, I found out I was almost three months pregnant with Ace's baby. My mother was livid, so she cut off all ties with me. To add insult to injury, I haven't seen or heard from Ace since the day I was arrested. No phone call, no letters, or visits. He doesn't even know we have a four-year-old daughter I named Heaven Acearia Black.

  Once I gave birth, she was turned over to my father and he has been raising her ever since. If it wasn't for my father's side of the family, I don't think I would have made it out. I just want to start my life over and raise my daughter. I can't help but wonder how her father would feel knowing that she existed.

  Chapter 2- Meeting Remy

  I was nervous the entire ride home on the Greyhound Bus. Four years felt like forty years to me. Jail had really put the pounds on my body, but in a good way. When I first came in, I was petite as hell. They always say the jail food is nasty, but that shit had me thicker than a snicker. Not to mention my cellie had created some type of hair mayonnaise that had my shit damn near to the middle of my back. Jail had done my body good, but fucked my mind up. Not that I was crazy or anything, but being confined to that small ass space did something to me.

  As I walked down the block to my father's home, I could see so many people standing outside and cars lined up and down the block. I started crying when I saw my family holding ‘Welcome Home’ signs and balloons. I dropped to my knees when I saw Heaven dressed in her pretty pink tutu and blinged out Chuck Taylors. Her little shirt said “Welcome Home Mommy”. She ran straight to me and I hugged her, crying my heart out. I picked her up and placed her on my hip.

  "That's enough of that crying. Welcome home, baby. We missed you." My Daddy hugged and kissed me. Over the years we had become so close. He brought my baby to see me every
month and that's what kept me going.

  "Is my mother here?" I only asked because a part of me wished that she would have come. Of course that was wishful thinking.

  "Hell no that she devil ain't here. She's not welcome here either," my Daddy said and I knew he meant every word.

  The house was filled up with all of my family. Madear had cooked so much food; I couldn't wait to tear some shit up.

  "Look who the fuck they let up out that jam," Peanut said, as him and Boo walked towards me with his their arms stretched out wide.

  "I missed ya'll so much." I hugged both of them tightly. While I was in prison, they made sure to keep money on my books. Boo and Peanut were now heavy in the drug game and was getting major money.

  "Come on everybody. Let's eat."

  My grandmother started making every one a plate. I hurried up and ate two plates back to back. For the rest of the night we partied. Nothing had changed about Peanut and Boo. They were still the life of the party. Sadness took over me because I didn't have anything. I couldn't even buy my daughter a bag of chips from the store.

  "What's up beautiful? I thought being released from prison was a good thing. You're over here looking all sad and shit. Wipe those tears, pretty lady," the deepest voice I’ve ever heard spoke, causing me to look up. I had no idea who this stranger was, but he must have been created by the Greek gods themselves. He was tall and looked like he was mixed with something, but he could pass as being fully black. His dreads were long as hell and braided down his back in a neat fishtail.

  He was dressed in an all-black linen suit with some Salvatore Ferragamo loafers on his feet. His iced out pinky ring and Rolex watch was blinding me. He handed me a napkin and I wiped my tears away with it. I was immediately embarrassed as I looked down at my jail house attire. I never got a chance to change when I first arrived.

  "Thank you for the napkin. I'm Rose' by the way."

  "Nice to meet you, I'm Remy." I extended my hand to shake his, but instead, he pulled me in close and gave me a hug. His Tom Ford cologne invaded my nostrils.