“Ma, I just wanted to see if you and Kyree needed anything.”
Karen wiped her tears away. “Do I need anything?” she smirked. “Fuck you think, Choice, huh? Have you looked around this bitch? I’m so fucked up right now. The only person who ever loved me is gone! He’s dead,” Karen sobbed even harder as she rocked back in forth.
Choice scrunched up her face in disbelief. “Are you fuckin serious? Me and Kyree love you. You got us. Or did you forget you have two kids? We love you despite your flaws and all. Shit, I’m not even sure why we still love you, but we do. What did you think? I forgot what that nigga use to have you do to me? What he use to do to me. Nah, I haven’t forgotten and I’m glad his sick as is gone. May he burn in hell.”
“Get out!” Karen screamed and cried as she pointed to the door. “Fuck you! You think you better than me, Choice? You think you can look down on me?”
“Do you think I should look down on you? You already know you a fucked up mother. You don’t need me to tell you that.”
“How you going to talk about my mothering skills when you’re not a mother? Eddie use to be a drug dealer just like Supreme. That’s his name right? Supreme? The streets talk. You gon’ end up just like me. You coming around here with your Louis Vuitton bags and nice clothes, you ain’t shit and you never gon’ be shit. My momma was a crackhead and now I’m a crackhead. The shit is hereditary,” Karen said as she rubbed her bald head.
Choice stood up and shook her head. “I hope you die in this apartment. Go burn in hell with Eddie’s perverted ass.”
“I’ll be back for my sister.”
“Yeah, over my dead body.”
Choice stopped in her tracks. “I can make that happen. Either way, I’m getting my sister. I’ll be a better Mother to her then you ever were,” Choice said before she walked out the apartment.
Choice sat in the car crying. She was so happy the car had tinted windows. When she was a little girl, she used to think her mom was evil, and she grew up thinking that. But now she knew her mom was the devil himself. Choice couldn’t hold it in anymore as she felt the vomit tickling the back of her throat. So she opened the car door and threw up.
CHAPTER TWENTY- THREE
Supreme had one thing on his mind as he sat over London’s house. He wanted to know if she had anything to do with the photos of Lil Quan stuck to his Nana’s front door. His Nana had called him a couple of hours ago talking about some pictures being stuck to her front door of a little baby boy. It said Supreme’s son Quan on the back of the picture. He already knew London did it. He just wanted to know how the hell she knew where his Nana lived.
Supreme was hopping she would tell him who the snake in his crew was. Because whoever told London where he lived had told her where his Nana lived. That shit didn’t sit well with him.
“Supreme, I’ll be right back, okay? London said snapping him out of his thoughts. “I’m going to run to the store real quick,” London said as she picked her pocketbook up of the coffee table.
“Man, what the fuck London?”
“Supreme, chill. I ain’t even going to be gone that long damn. Just watch your son. When I get back, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Damn, be a dad for once. You want to go home to that bitch? You just got here.”
“London, watch your mouth,” Supreme said through clenched teeth. “And you betta hurry up. I didn’t come over here to babysit.”
“Yeah, yeah,” London mumbled as she walked out the door.
Supreme looked around the living room. Once again, the shit was a mess as usual.
“Your mama needs to clean up, man,” he said as he took the time to look at lil Quan.
I mean really look at him. He looked like somebody Supreme knew. Supreme chuckled when he realized who...Bear. London and Bear. Supreme knew London was a ho so he didn’t put it past her. But not Bear. He was supposed to be his nigga. The more Supreme thought about it, the shit started to make since.
London’s car was red just like the one in the drive-by. For a moment, Supreme wondered if London had anything to do with the drive-by. Or was it Bear? He sat there trying to decipher what was what or who was who. Before Supreme knew it, hours had passed by.
“Awww, look at both my men,” London said when she walked in the house.
Supreme had to bite his tongue because he really wanted to cuss the bitch out. But first, he had to find out what was up with her and Bear.
****
“All your damn sister care about is you! I wish I had aborted both of you little bitches. Now get your ass in this tub!”
“Momma nooooo! I don’t won’t to. It looks hot and it smells like bleach.”
“Good, you’ll be clean. You need to be clean,” Karen said looking deranged as ever. “You’ve been doing nasty disgusting things.”
“Momma, please! I only do the things you tell me.
“SHUT UP!” Karen yelled.
Kyree hit her head on the tub as Karen pushed her in. Her skin felt like it was melting. The water was that hot. Kyree accidentally ingested some of the hot bleach water as her head went under. Her eyes burned. They burned really bad as Kyree tried to stop from choking. Kyree wanted to scream for help, but she couldn’t.
****
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Choice was awakened from her sleep by the pounding coming from the door.
“Who is it?” she yelled as she walked down the stairs then looked out the peephole.
“It’s me, Bear. Open up. It’s about Supreme. He’s in trouble. He needs you.”
Choice snatched the door open because if Supreme needed her she was going to be there for him.
“What’s wrong with Supreme?” Choice asked as Bear walked in. “What happened to Supreme?”
Bear turned around so fast and ran up on her that she was caught off guard. Choice stumbled backwards.
“Bitch, we need to talk about us. Fuck that nigga.”
“What you want to talk about? What do you want with me?” Choice stuttered. She was so scared that she didn’t even recognize her own voice.
“I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
“Bear, I’m with Supreme. You know that.”
“Do you know how many hoes that nigga got?” Bear chuckled. “You just one of many. I’m pretty sure he won’t mind if you let me fuck. Me and him do this all the time,” Bear said lying through his teeth as he backed Choice up against the wall.
He pinned her arms above her head as he licked the side of her neck, not even caring about the tears that fell from her eyes.
“Damn, you beautiful,” he said, snaking his head down to her breast and sucking on one of her nipples through her shirt.
“Please, please just stop. Please don’t hurt me,” Choice begged between tears. “I’m pregnant, Bear. Don’t hurt my baby.”
Bear released her breast. “That’s even better. You ever heard that pregnant pussy is the best pussy?”
Bear’s face deteriorated as he punched her in the face. He began choking her as he lifted her up off the ground. Choice fought to be released as she scratched and clawed at Bear’s face, arms, and hands. She could feel the life leaving her body as she began to black in and out. Choice welcomed death, as she gave up on fighting back. Then she remembered the life growing inside of her as she started fighting back.
Choice could taste the blood in her mouth from the blow Bear delivered to her face. She knew her shit looked like a watermelon because she could barely see out of her eyes. Choice brought her leg up and kneed Bear in his dick as hard as she could.
“Ahhh, you stupid bitch!” he yelled out in pain as he let go of her neck.
Choice took deep breaths as she coughed, inhaling the oxygen into her lungs. Bear rubbed his dick through his pants as he watched Choice slowly crawl away. He was getting aroused just from watching her backside.
“See, I wasn’t going to hurt you that bad. Why are you so fuckin’ scared of me? Am I that ugly?” Bear roared. “Huh? Answer me!”
He s
tomped closer to her. Bear was like a child having a tantrum because he couldn’t have what he wanted. He pulled her head back by her hair so she could look at him. Her face was so swollen; it brought tears to Bear’s eyes.
“Look what you made me do to you, Choice. You should have laid down and let me fuck when I asked you for it.”
Bear ripped her shirt with his hands and then her pajama bottoms. He put his hand on the back of her neck then rubbed all the way down to her bare plump ass, giving it a loud slap. Choice whimpered as tears mixed with snot ran down her face. The touch of his hands was rough and nasty. She wanted to get away from his crazy ass, even if it meant being ripped bald as he pulled on her hair trying to keep her from crawling away. Choice didn’t care.
As she continued to crawl, she could feel her hair ripping out of her scalp. Choice could always grow her hair back, but she could never get the baby back that grew in her womb.
“Bitch, if you don’t stop moving, I’m going to rip that baby outta your ass.”
Choice stopped moving as her body shook. She was so scared, she cried out.
“I knew that would get your fucking attention. Mmmm,” he moaned as he got down on his knees directly behind her.
Bear placed each of his hands on Choice’s ass cheeks, as he opened her ass and took a big sniff. Stop shaking so much, he barked as he smacked her across her back. Bear stuck his thick tongue out and licked her ass crack, nice and slow, up and down, before sticking his tongue in her ass hole.
“Mmmm, fuck my tongue, fuck my tongue,” Bear mumbled as he released his tongue. “I said fuck my tongue, Choice. Move back in forth like you fuckin’ that nigga Supreme. You’ll enjoy it. I know his ass ain’t never ate the ass before.”
Bear stuck his tongue back in Choice ass and she did as she was told as she moved back and forth on his thick wet tongue.”
“Mmmmm,” he moaned as he tongue fucked her. “Now that shit is nice and wet,” he said as he stood up and took his pants off.
He eyed the beauty that lay on the ground. He couldn’t remember the last time his dick was so hard. He dropped back to his knees and rammed all eleven inches in her ass.
“AHHHHHHHH!” Choice screamed as she lost her voice.
“Shut up, you know you like this shit.”
He pounded in and out of her unmercifully. Bear ignored the blood and shit on his dick as he enjoyed the tightness of her ass. He brought his hands up to her nipples as he pinched and pulled each of them while resting his head on her back. He pumped in and out of her like a wild animal. Choice felt like she was dying. Her ass was being ripped to shreds as it burned. Bear came in her ass, then pulled his bloody, shitty dick out.
“Damn, that was the best ass I ever had,” Bear said as he stood up.
Choice lost control of her bowls. She felt shit run down her legs. Bear looked down and shook his head at the sad scene.
“I’m going get some towels to clean this shit up, and then I’m going to give you some of this dope dick. If you even think about running while I’m gone, I will kill you when I catch you, so your best bet is to lay your ass there.”
Choice lay there crying silently in her own shit waiting for Bear to return. Bear raped her over and over, and when he wasn’t fucking her, he was sucking and biting her all over her body like a vampire, ignoring her screams and pleas to stop. Bear couldn’t get enough of Choice. He finally got what he wanted, her. And now that he had her, he craved for her that much more.
****
“Step out of the car with your hands up!”
Supreme sat in his truck surrounded by cops as he watched the red and blue lights flash all around him.
“What the fuck is this shit about?” he spoke out loud to himself as he watched them draw their weapons.
Damn, Supreme thought before stepping out of the car with his hands in the air.
The cops rushed him to the concrete like they were on a football team and Supreme was on the opposing team, putting their knees in his back as they roughly handcuffed him. They threw him in the back of the squad car after they read him his rights. Supreme was booked then sent to the interrogation room.
Supreme looked around the interrogation room, then back at the two cops.
“So you’re telling me you had nothing to do with the murders of London Rogers and Quan Rogers. We have neighbors who put you there. There was no one else.”
“Sir, like I stated before, I was there and then I left. When I left, they were alive. Now I have said too much already. I know you don’t have anything on me. If you did, you would have thrown me in a cell, so I’m done answering your questions. I want my lawyer and my phone call.”
Supreme looked over at the two fat cops and smirked. They didn’t have shit on him.
“Fuck you smirking at, boy?” The fattest out of the two charged towards Supreme.
“You touch me, and I’ll sue this muthfauckin precinct so fast you won’t even see it coming.”
“Lance, he’s not worth it.”
“We’ll get something to stick to you. We’re searching your truck now, and when we find what were looking for, we’re going to throw your ass under the jail for doing what you did to that young lady and her baby.”
Supreme shook his head. You done? ‘Cause I’m still waiting on my phone call.”
“Fuckin’ nigger,” the fattest one mumbled under his breath.
They made Supreme sit in the room for two hours before letting him use the phone. When he walked out of the interrogation room, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall; it was going on four in the morning. Supreme decided to call Petey.
“Please pick up fam,” Supreme whispered.
If it was any other time, he would have called his lawyer first, but this time around, he had somebody else to think about besides himself. He had Choice.
“You have a collect call from... David.”
“Hello?” Petey answered.
Supreme could tell he was sleep and he hated to have to wake him, but this shit was an emergency.
“Yo Pete?”
“Supreme, what the fuck is goin’ on? Why the fuck are you down in county?”
“They got me down here on some bullshit, Petey. I need you to call Rick, and then I need you to go check on Choice for me. Make sure she’s straight. Let her know where I’m at. Something don’t seem right. I got this bad feeling-”
Supreme was disconnected before he got to finish his sentence.
“Man this is bullshit,” Supreme said looking over at the officer who hung up the phone. “I know I can be on the phone longer than that.”
“Boy, your time is up when we say it’s up. Now come on. I got a nice cell with your name on it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Baby? What’s going on?” Ashley asked as she sat up in bed.
“Supreme’s down in the county and he want me to go check on Choice over at his place.”
Petey went to the bathroom. When he came out, Ashley was dressed and ready to go.
“Ash, what the fuck you doin?”
“I’m going with you.”
Petey knew better than to argue with Ashley. He knew he wouldn’t win. He never did, so he got dressed and left the house with Ashley following behind him.
On the drive over to Supreme’s, he called Rick to let him know Supreme was in jail. When Petey pulled up to Supreme’s house, he got an eerie feeling that something was wrong. The gate was wide open and so was the front door to the house. Red flags went up as he drove up the driveway. Petey looked over at Ashley, then back at the door.
“Ashley, stay here and lock the doors,” Petey said as he pulled out his 9mm.
“No, I’m going,” Ashley said pulling out and cocking the .22 he had bought her.
“Damn, you hardheaded.”
“And you love it, so let’s go see what the fuck is going on.”
Petey and Ashley checked their surroundings before stepping out of the car. They left their doors open to the car before ente
ring. The sight before them brought tears to their eyes.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Ashley let out a horrified scream.
Choice lay in a pool of blood and shit, naked as the day she was born. Petey ran through the house checking each room while Ashley stood in the same spot crying.
He checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive, then went back upstairs and grabbed a sheet to wrap Choice in before gently caring her outside and into his car. Ashley got in the back seat with Choice’s head resting in her lap. Tears fell from her eyes as she stroked her best friend’s hair, ignoring the stinky smell that came from Choice’s body.
Petey drove recklessly. He ran through every red light. All he could think about was getting his friend some help.
“We here, we here,” Petey said as he looked into the back seat at Choice. He pulled in front of the hospital in jumped out leaving his car running in his door and the back door wide open.
“I got her, Ma,” he picked Choice up in cradled her in his arms. “You gon’ be okay, Choice. You’re strong. I’m getting you some help,” Petey spoke into her ear.
“We need some fuckin help!” Petey yelled as he entered the hospital’s emergency area carrying Choice in his arms.
Ashley followed behind him closely, still in tears as she watched the nurses and doctors rush to get a gurney for Choice.
Petey held Ashley in his arms as she broke down. “Shhh, it’s going to be okay. She is going to be okay. Choice is strong. She’s a fighter. She’ll pull through.”
“Who would do something like that to her?” Ashley sobbed.
“Shit, I don’t know but I’m going to find out.”
Petey and Ashley waited in the waiting area for hours for the doctors to come out.
“Hi. I’m Doctor Collins. Are you waiting for Choice Little?” a petite older black woman with chocolate skin and white hair asked.
“Yes, we are,” Ashley and Petey said as they stood up.
“Well, Miss Little is in the Intensive Care Unit. It looks like she suffered from some head trauma. Choice is unconscious right now.”
“Is that good or bad? Is she going to make it?”
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