by Chunichi
The guy holding the gun on me instructed the other dude, “Go check the spot.”
As I sat on the floor scared as hell and at the mercy of the intruders, I could hear my house being ransacked.
The dude yelled from upstairs, “Ain’t shit up in here!”
He was instructed to keep looking.
I tried my hardest to calm down, but I just couldn’t. It felt like I was playing the role of Tommy’s girlfriend, Keisha, in the movie Belly, when niggas ran up in her shit.
Five minutes more had passed by and then the Biggie look-alike came back into my living room. Once his fat ass caught his breath, he confirmed what he had said earlier.
“That’s some bullshit! Get the fuck up!” the stocky dude ordered me.
I stood to my feet as I was instructed.
“We gon’ get this shit up outta her! Fuck that!”
I stood up, and the room was silent.
“Yo, son, go turn on that stereo,” he ordered his man.
After fiddling with my sound system, the fat dude finally figured it out, and I heard the sound of music coming from the surround-sound speakers.
“Take all your clothes off, shorty,” the dude instructed me over the loud music.
“What?” I asked, looking like I was ready to shit in my pants.
“Take your muthafuckin’ clothes off, bitch!”
I couldn’t help but start sobbing because I knew what was coming next.
“You wanna take that pussy?” the short dude with the short-man complex asked his man.
“Hell fucking yeah,” he replied, rubbing his palms together in excited anticipation like a man ready to dig into Thanksgiving dinner.
“What do y’all want? I already told y’all that Calico was locked up. I ain’t lying. You can check the Norfolk City Jail,” I pleaded, desperately hoping that I wouldn’t get raped.
“Where the fuck is his stash at?” the dude asked me.
“I don’t know. I don’t fuck with Calico on that level,” I replied, sounding aggravated.
The cocky dude nodded his head to the big dude, and without hesitation he began unbuckling his belt and loosening his pants. Before I could blink, his pants and his boxers were down to his knees. His fat-ass belly was so huge, it was actually covering up his little-ass dick that he reached for and began stroking.
The sight of that fat, disgusting belly and his ugly-ass dick and balls was enough to make me throw up. I knew that if this nigga’s dick actually penetrated my pussy, I would have died right there on the spot.
I urged myself. Think, Jewel! Think, think, think,
“Okay, listen, I’m not sure, but I think Calico might have stashed something over here,” I said as I walked toward a closet that was located near my front door. My heart was pounding and ready to come out of my chest, but I had to make it to my ADT alarm system keypad.
I reached for the doorknob of the closet door, and at the same time I placed my hand on the alarm system keypad that was located right next to the molding of the door and pressed the police button.
“Back up from the closet!”
I was so nervous that when he yelled, I practically jumped, but I knew that I had to hold the button down for at least five seconds. “I can’t promise that there’s something in here, I mean—”
“Move back from the closet,” the dude said and pushed me away.
I was sure he hadn’t realized that I had pressed the police button because he didn’t say anything about that. He just opened the closet and began rummaging through it.
“I had just picked him up from the airport. If his bag ain’t in there, it’s gotta be around here somewhere,” I said, trying my hardest to stall for time.
“Man, that bitch lying! Let me break her ass off real quick and let’s get the fuck up outta here,” Biggie Smalls Junior said. This dude still had his pants and boxers pulled down around his ankles. By now, his disgusting dick was rock-hard and three inches long, instead of the original two.
“Nah, just chill for a minute. That bitch said there was three kilos up in here, and we leaving with that shit.”
Right after he was done saying that, my home phone began ringing. I was almost sure that it was the alarm company calling to check shit out before they sent the police. I wanted to answer the phone, but I froze in my tracks and waited for them to say something.
The phone stopped ringing, and everyone looked at each other.
“Go bring me the phone,” the short guy said to his partner, who quickly retrieved the cordless handset. Then he instructed him to search through the caller ID. “That was probably that muthafucka Calico calling the crib.”
I prayed it wasn’t Calico. I was hoping like hell that it was Touch because he would have definitely known what was up, and who to reach out to in order to come check on me.
“Ain’t this a bitch! Yo, son, that was the fucking alarm company,” Biggie shouted.
Without warning, the short guy knocked me upside my head with the butt of his gun, spinning me around and sending me crashing to the floor, blood pouring out of the side of my head. I was literally seeing stars. I couldn’t believe that I felt my own warm blood running down my chin.
The dude knelt down so that his mouth was right next to my earlobe. “You make sure you tell Calico that Sincere said that he’s gonna stay all up in that ass!” After saying that, he kissed me on my earlobe and stuck his nasty-ass tongue in my mouth.
“Let’s get the fuck up outta here, yo.”
With that, they left, not even bothering to shut my front door and leaving me lying on the floor in my own blood, woozy and feeling like I was about to pass out. I couldn’t believe what I’d just gone through.
Chapter 15
“Ready for War”
Touch
When I got the call from Jewel that some niggas had ran up in her crib and that she was hurt, I jumped on the next plane out of Atlanta and got my ass back to Virginia. I didn’t know what was up, but I could bet that it had something to do with Calico. And if Jewel knew what was good for her, she would leave him the fuck alone.
I took a cab from the airport to her crib and jumped in my car. Then I headed straight to her girlfriend’s crib and scooped her up and shot back to my crib with her.
I said to her while we drove toward my house, “Jewel, from all the years that I’ve known your ass, you ain’t never lie to me. So why the fuck are you gonna start lying now? You telling me some niggas just ran up in your crib and pistol-whipped you, but they didn’t take shit?”
“Yes, Touch. And why are you stressing me out? My head is killing me, and look at how I look. Look at my fucking face. Oh my God, I can’t believe this shit!”
I paused because I wanted to make sure that I was acting rationally. But after thinking to myself for a moment, I knew in my heart that this shit had something to do with Calico. “So when the last time you seen Calico?”
“Touch, I don’t know.”
“Did you fuck that nigga?”
“Touch, what are you talking about? Look, what you should be concerned with is dude with a New York accent named Sincere. Sin-fucking-cere, not Calico!”
I said sternly, “Jewel, did you fuck that nigga, yes or no?” then stared her in her face as to say, “I dare you to lie.”
“No! Okay. All right? No, I didn’t fuck Calico, gotdamn!” Jewel yelled and turned her head and looked out the window, a definite sign of deceit.
I didn’t have a short fuse, in terms of a temper, but whenever I felt like someone was trying to insult my intelligence or trying to play me for a fool, that shit would always cause me to lose it.
“Jewel, you fucked that nigga, and I heard the whole shit. You fucked up and called my phone by mistake, so don’t sit here and lie to me. I’m ready to kill niggas behind your ass, go to jail for your ass. And you know I would die for your ass if some muthafuckas violated you the way them niggas did. But one thing I ain’t gonna do is be blind to some Calico bullshit and start fighting
that nigga’s battles.”
I looked over at Jewel as she sat slumped in the passenger seat. I could see the stress on her face. She had this look like she was ready to lash out with anger, but she kept her cool and didn’t say a word.
“Now I’m gonna ask you again—Did this shit have anything to do with Calico?”
Jewel looked at me. She rolled her eyes and twisted her lips, and then she went on to tell me how Calico came to stay with her and that he didn’t want anyone to know that he was in town, and that she had sworn to him that she wouldn’t say anything to anybody. So, out of respect for him, she kept her mouth closed.
I slowly nodded my head, but I didn’t say anything. Then there was this uneasy silence for a while.
“Touch, in case you ain’t notice, I’m fucking grown. So, okay, yes, I fucked the nigga, but it was just one of those things that just kinda happened,” Jewel said, giving me that same old bullshit line I’d heard a thousand other dumb-ass bitches say, including my baby mother. “It wasn’t planned or nothing like that.”
I smirked and then I reached for the radio and turned on the music, to break the tension that was clearly visible.
“Oh, so you’re a whore now? Just randomly fucking niggas? The only chicks that I randomly fuck are tricks and whores.”
“You know what—”
“What?” I asked, cutting her off.
“Yes, well then, if that makes me a whore, then I’m a fucking whore. Shit!”
“I told you from the jump how that nigga rolled. He fucks bitches, set up shop in their crib, and when shit gets hot, he bounce. You’re just another fucking statistic.”
The two of us finally reached my house, and I smoked a cigarette as we sat quiet in my car for a few moments not saying anything to each other. When I was done smoking, we exited the car and made it inside my crib.
For good reasons Jewel was scared to go back home and stay by herself, so I let her stay at my place, which I had no problem at all in doing.
“You know where everything is. Just make yourself at home. I gotta make some calls.”
I went into my kitchen and started calling all my soldiers and told them that we was getting ready to go to war with some cat with a New York accent who went by the name of Sincere.
When I was finished with one of my calls, Jewel came into the kitchen and told me that her and Calico had gone to Purple Rain, and she told me about the arrest and all that went down with that.
“So you just had a real fucked-up run?”
“Touch, I’m all fucked-up right now.”
All I could do was shake my head in pity. “Well, I’m just telling you this because, after I thought about everything, I realized that them dudes had to have seen us up in the strip club, and they must have asked around about who I was. That’s the only thing I can think of as to how they knew there was a connection between me and Calico.”
“Jewel, I’m gonna make everything better. I’m on the shit. You just gotta listen to me and trust me. I know how Calico gets down and what he does with chicks and how he uses them. So who knows who he ran his mouth to and about what?”
“How does my face look?”
“Jewel, you’re fine. That knot is just a ‘speed knot.’ It’s gonna go down. Besides, it’s in your hairline. Once the swelling goes down, you’ll be straight.”
Regardless of what I said, Jewel couldn’t pull herself away from standing in front of the mirror and staring into it.
“By you just staring in the mirror, it ain’t gonna change nothing. Why don’t you just go upstairs, get one of my T-Shirts, go take a shower, and then fix yourself a drink, and we’ll just chill for the night. And if you need me to, I’ll chill with you at your crib for a few days until we find this nigga Sincere.”
Jewel nodded her head, and then she took her shoes off and headed to my bedroom. Before long, she came back into the living room with my New York Giants Plaxico Burress jersey in her hands and asked if it was okay to wear that.
I gave her a look as if to say, “Why are you even asking me such a stupid question?”
Jewel immediately got my drift. Before she walked off, she said, “And just for the record, I wanna be clear that I ain’t nobody’s trick or nobody’s ho.”
I knew damn well that she wasn’t a whore. And, truth be told, I loved the fuck outta Jewel, like a dude loves his wife. In my mind she was like a wife to me, and it was time that I started making that shit known.
“I apologize for saying that. Jewel, you just . . .” I paused as I gathered my thoughts. “It’s like you just different than most women, so when I react a certain way to shit or say certain shit, I’m speaking out of love, you feel me?”
“All I know is, you called me a skank whore, so save all that nice talk, mister,” Jewel said with a smile.
“So you accept my apology then?”
Jewel nodded her head and walked off.
I watched her sexy frame making its way back to my bedroom, and I couldn’t resist. “I’m coming up there to take a shower with you. Don’t make the water too hot.”
Jewel turned and looked at me. She sucked her teeth and smiled. “Anyway.”
Little did she know, I was dead-ass serious.
Chapter 16
“Lovers and Friends”
Jewel
My heart dropped when the shower curtain pulled back and a naked Touch stood before me. I didn’t know if I should cover my body or turn my head from looking at his body. This was totally unlike him, and I was wondering where this was coming from. There’d been times when I got so drunk from the club that he would bathe me and then put me to bed, but that was back in the day, and he had never been naked with me.
As he stepped into the shower with me like it was nothing, I screamed, “Touch, no!”
“Chill out, girl. It ain’t nothing but a shower.” He reached for his Irish Spring body wash.
Oh well, I guess he’s right, I thought to myself, feeling a little silly for reacting like a little schoolgirl. I studied Touch’s physique as he washed his face beneath the running water from the showerhead. Damn, was he fine! Plus, his package was just right.
Touch caught me checking him out. “I see you looking.”
“Boy, ain’t nobody looking at you,” I lied, embarrassed that he’d actually caught me.
I rushed to wash the blood out of my hair from my head wound. Then I went on to wash my body. I noticed that Touch’s whole demeanor was kind of nonchalant the entire time we showered. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t expect him to be jumping on top of me and trying to rape me or anything, but damn, a nigga should at least be trying to get a peep in. There was no way I was goin’ to have this nigga around me, fronting like he didn’t want to touch me, so I thought I might break the ice a little bit.
“Can you wash my back?” I said, hoping to get a little attention from Touch.
“Nope. How you wash yourself all the other times when you’re showering alone?” he said playfully.
“Boy, don’t play with me. You do me, and I’ll do you.” I handed him my washcloth.
I don’t know if I was tripping or what, but as soon as he placed the towel on my back, it sent chills down my spine, and with every stroke, a sensation was sent throughout my body. Just as I was getting into it, it was over.
“My turn.” Touch handed me my washcloth then grabbed for his.
“Turn around.” I grabbed his towel and instructed him to turn his back to me.
“Nah, you said you were gonna do me.” Touch looked at me with a straight face.
“No, silly. You know gotdamn well ain’t nobody talking about doing you! I was talking about you wash my back, and I’ll wash yours. Now turn around!” I demanded.
“Nah. Do it this way. I don’t want you looking at my ass.” Touch laughed.
I didn’t even have the energy to fight with his crazy ass, so I just wrapped my arms around him, as though I was giving him a hug, and tried my best to wash his back thoroughly.
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sp; Touch wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight, like he was going to war and this was the last time he would see me.
It kinda caught me off guard, so I paused and looked up at him. We locked eyes as he looked down at me with those big brown eyes that I thought made him irresistible.
Then, in one motion, he slid his hands behind my neck, forcing it back, and slipped his tongue inside my mouth.
I didn’t resist the least bit. It felt so right. We kissed with so much passion that the fire inside me was burning hot, and I was prepared to take it all the way. I moved my hand toward Touch’s penis, but he stopped me.
“I love you, girl,” he said as he grabbed his bath towel and stepped out of the shower.
I stood in the shower alone and speechless. This was all taking me by complete surprise. Touch and I had been friends for forever, and not once, through all the assumptions and innuendo, did we or, at least, did I ever think that we could be more than friends. But in the last twenty minutes all of that had changed. Years of friendship had changed. Where did that leave us now?
Baffled, I finished up my shower, hopped out, dried off, and baby-oiled my body. I threw on Touch’s jersey and then met him in the living room.
“I’m hungry,” I said, trying to forget the awkward moment we’d just shared.
“Wanna order Chinese?”
“Sure.” I grabbed the phone then shuffled through his junk drawer in search of a Chinese menu.
Once I found one, I ordered our food then flopped down on the couch beside him. I took the remote from him and started to flip through his cable’s On Demand, to find a movie for us to watch. By the time we’d flipped through six or seven movies and watched the previews and bullshitted with each other for a while, our food had arrived. We made ourselves comfortable on the sofa and ate Chinese as we watched the movie Halloween.
Not a fan of horror movies, I balled up underneath Touch’s arm and lay my head on his chest, my feet across his lap. With what I had been through, being pistol-whipped and all, this was the safest that I had felt since the ordeal.