Girls From Da Hood 5

by Keisha Ervin

  “Where are you?” Danyelle asked.

  “Why, girl? Handling my business,” Janelle answered.

  “I was gonna tell you meet me down at Waterside to go to Joe’s Crab Shack for some lunch, but I see you on that bullshit. I ain’t begging a bitch to spend my money.”

  “Yo’ treat, girl? Know what, I got something I got to do. I’ll catch ya later. I know that ain’t that nigga,” Janelle said, surprised at the sight of the cream S550, pulling all her attention.

  “What is it?” Danyelle said.

  “Jeezy car. Shit up here at the nail shop or the barbershop,” she said, making the U-turn.

  “What you gonna do?” Danyelle asked. “Leave it alone, Janelle. Choice told you to lay low.”

  “Fuck Choice. Nigga can’t tell me shit, his peoples ain’t get fucked up. Mine did.” The rage built up in Janelle. Her sister had taken a beating. “I ain’t pregnant, bitch. Fuck me up, please fuck me up.”

  “I’m on my way. Don’t do shit, you can’t beat Jeezy.”

  “I don’t know who driving. If it’s Jeezy, I’m gonna shoot him, because it’s his fault. If it’s his wife, I wanna see if this bitch really got skills,” Janelle added.

  “She ain’t fighting you Janelle.”

  “Bitch ain’t got no choice.”

  Janelle parked and waited. When she saw Jeezy come out of the barbershop, she hopped out of the car with her gun in her purse. “Jeezy, what up?” she said, gritting real hard.

  “Don’t get simple like that look on your face. Get in the car,” he said with no smile. He could see the anger in her eyes as he opened the driver side door.

  “I ain’t got shit to talk about. You and yo’ bitch fucked up.”

  “Don’t get loud out here. I ain’t those niggas you been playing bang-bang with. Now get in the fuckin car, and say all you got to say.”

  They sat in the car and stared at each other. Janelle was mad as shit at him, his wife, and whoever else she could blame for her sister’s shit.

  “Look, Janelle, we go way back, girl! I fucks with Choice, baby! You know I got your back always, and I got Niecy back, no doubt! Look at me, Janelle,” he said. “Me and Niecy been at this shit since I been getting money and you know that’s a long time. She knew the deal, we talked many times. She was still doing her thing, too, so I’m still saying, I don’t know about her seed. If it’s me, she good, if it ain’t me, she still good, ’cause I love her ass. She my girl, but I still got a wife and family and you know Janelle, I . . .”

  “Can’t leave them, that’s how it usually fall. You need to get yo’ shit straight with Niecy. You be fucking her up and she don’t handle pressure well. When shit crazy, she get crazy.”

  “I know, I heard she be getting more than high, Janelle. No names, but somebody close told me, ‘Watch yourself Jeezy, shorty a cokehead and she mix hard in her weed and she was with Polo when he overdosed.’ ‘She out there,’ were the person’s words. That’s why I stepped back, but when she call or I see her, we got a connection. Plus, I know y’all, not just y’all, I remember y’all momma, Mrs. Brickhouse, and your brothers when y’all moved out Ingleside. Girl, don’t forget I’m a Norfolk nigga first. Your brothers gave Ingleside the name and reputation that it had. Come out there and your ass was as good as got.”

  “You ain’t know,” Janelle said, smiling, thinking of the early part of her life, before her mom suffered an aneurism and later had a nervous breakdown.

  “When I first started fucking with Niecy, it wasn’t about the big ass, it was because I knew her and where she came from, and she knew me and she could talk to me. I know you upset about all this, but you and Niecy are different. You live two totally different lives, and how you live, you need to keep shit low. You heat yourself up, you heat up Choice. And I’m here to tell you, you are no good to my man hot! He hot enough. You on some ill shit right now, and you need to calm yo’ ass down. You smart and on point for a female, but you wylin with real niggas. Leave that to Choice,” he said, looking in his rearview mirror at Danyelle and Lowe getting out of the new Jag that Tiger was driving. Tiger was wondering what was going on, but he knew it wasn’t his battle so he and his boy sat in the Jag and watched the bullshit unfold. “They playing gangster brother,” Tiger said with his gold fangs smiling.

  “I play gangsta wit’ that big ass. Shit, she phat,” his man said, showing all golds from top to bottom, expressing that he liked Lowe, who was hanging with them when the situation with Janelle popped off.

  “She is phat, man, but the other girl they hang wit’, ass is crazy like Pinky.” They laughed at the comparison.

  “So, what up, girl?” Danyelle asked, walking up to Jeezy’s car.

  “We good, just talking,” Janelle said.

  “Well, if everything all right, let’s go,” Lowe said hurriedly.

  “Y’all go ahead. I’m okay,” Janelle said to her friends before she felt Dundee’s hand wrap around her neck and pull her through the window. They were so into themselves, the girls never saw the black Magnum pull up and Dundee jump out when he saw Janelle. He pushed her back on Jeezy’s car and pulled out his burner, putting it to her lips. “Open your mouth or I will bust all your teeth out,” Dundee said, staring into Janelle’s eyes. She saw an outraged devil, and did as she was told. Dundee shoved the gun in her mouth as Danyelle and Lowe looked on, begging him to stop.

  “You making my shit hot, little niggas can’t get money because you got my shit on fire. Listen to me, shorty, “he said, positioning himself between Janelle’s legs. “Stay the fuck off my corners and blocks. Don’t bring that shit around here. I hope you understand, girl,” he said, stepping off and placing his gun in his waist, still revealing the Coco-Bolo grip. As he approached the car, he fixed his eyes on Lowe and Danyelle helping Janelle.

  “What the fuck wrong with that nigga?” Danyelle asked.

  “Fuck him, you don’t put yo’ hands on me. You gonna pay for that shit. Promise you that shit,” she yelled with tears in her eyes.

  “I hate his ass for that shit,” Lowe yelled, holding Janelle. “He crazy, fuck him, I mean that sh . . .” was all she got out of her mouth before the open-hand slap made her see stars and black out for about two seconds. Then she felt pressure as she was gripped by the back of her neck and thrown in the black Magnum. People just stared at Janelle and Danyelle as they stood there, looking confused.

  “Come on, Danyelle, I’m out,” Tiger yelled.

  “Hold on, girl,” she said to Janelle with attitude, then walked over to Tiger. “Don’t you see what my girl going through? And you ain’t do shit,” Danyelle said, coming out of character.

  “Me? I don’t know what she did and he must be fucking her, if he take her off like that. Not my problem. And if you don’t get in, you’ll be riding and living with your friend,” he said, getting into the car and throwing it in gear. Danyelle waved at Janelle as Tiger drove off.

  Jeezy stood staring at Janelle as she slowly walked to her truck. “What you gonna do, Janelle?” he asked, concerned.

  “I’ma fuck the nigga up. I don’t need nobody, nobody,” she said to Jeezy with watery eyes.

  “You need to leave it alone. I have no idea what you did, but its not good. And yo’ girl need to peel back. Those are good words for ya,” Jeezy said, getting into the Benz and pulling off.

  Janelle drove back home thinking she should have never stopped. She got in all that bullshit, and now what? She picked up the phone and dialed Lowe, but there was no answer, so she dialed Danyelle.

  “What up, J? You all right?” she said.

  “What you doing, chilling?” Janelle said.

  “Hell, naw! Been arguing with this nigga like he my daddy. This shit is getting on my muthafuckin’ nerves,” she responded with attitude.

  “Where Tiger at?” Janelle asked.

  “Gone with his man cross the water to fuck with them other Jamaicans and shit.” Janelle finally smiled.

  “You talk to Lowe?”
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br />   “Yeah, she fucked up!” Danyelle answered.

  “What you mean?”

  “She fucked up. That nigga fucked her up and told her not to fuck with you or he was gonna hang her.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, she scared as shit of that nigga. And she said, he ain’t going nowhere. I told her to call the police.”

  “Naw, don’t do that, he’ll kill her before I can kill him. I’ll hollah back, girl,” Janelle said before hanging up. She began feeling worse; she couldn’t believe all this shit was going down and Lowe was in a fucked-up situation.

  Having to choose between her man or best friend was bad, but what really bothered her was that Dundee was making up her mind for her. She tried calling her again, still no answer. She arrived back at home and drowned the shot of Hennessy VSOP she hadn’t finished earlier. She poured another shot then pulled her Dutch from the box and began to roll. Her hands shook and she didn’t know why. When it finally came together, she lit it, took a long pull, and blew it out. Another long pull of the cush made dealing with everything a little easier. She turned the television on to BET and sat back with the Dutch in one hand and her drink in the other. Janelle wondered why she wasn’t happy. She had a home, a man, cars, and money to do whatever, but she wasn’t smiling inside. Maybe I need Choice more than I thought, she thought. She really missed him. She didn’t have so much pressure on herself when he was home; he took charge like a real man, and made things happen. She could just chill. When he came home, shit was gonna be different, and he wouldn’t leave her again. She began to fade out with thoughts of Choice. She grabbed her pillow, hugged it tight, pulled her feet up on the couch, and thought about Choice. Deep in her mind and heart, she thanked God for sparing her life and showing her that she needed her man not only for his love, but also his protection.

  “Oh my God, nigga, what the fuck? Aah! Aah! That shit feel so good I’m about to cry. Please don’t stop, Show,” Niecy said as she placed her hand on the back of Show’s head, leaning on her elbow, watching him eat her like she was his last meal. She was almost eight months and her stomach still wasn’t that big. She was still smoking, drinking, and tooting, but shooting up was not in the picture for now. She hadn’t seen Show in more than a year. He was one nigga from Norfolk who had made a lot of money, carried his ass to D.C., and started promoting clubs, gospel shows, and working with up-and-coming artists as their agent/manager. This nigga had money and status, and here he is licking my pussy, Niecy thought, but the thought of her fucking Twon just hours ago and that she probably had cum still draining made her wetter. Show sucked on her clit, trying to pull it off, then he came straight down and licked her ass. Niecy tightened up, but he forced his tongue deep into her ass as she plunged forward.

  Smack! His hand came across her ass.

  “I love this shit. Ain’t noboby in the world this phat,” he said, holding her ass in the palms of his hand, as he kept his face buried in her privates. He began licking her clit again, then he pushed two fingers inside of her and moved them around, pulling them in and out until her juices ran across her asshole. The coke they’d sniffed had her body screaming and it had Show freaky as shit. He sucked on her clit firmly, not hard, as he gently slid his finger in her ass. He brought his other hand over and slid two fingers inside her, gripping the ridges on the top part of her vagina and pulling her to him as he sucked harder. Niecy lifted her ass higher, spread her legs as wide as she could and screamed. Then she moaned as she pushed Show’s head back and turned on her side, exhausted. But Show wasn’t done; he had flown in just to freak and Niecy was his girl. They had a special friendship that nobody could ever explain. He turned her over by surprise and threw her legs up as he rubbed his dick across her vagina lips and across her ass. As he slid into her ass she said, “What the fuck?”

  “Come on, Naquala. I’m in there.”

  “No, that shit hurt. Yo’ finger okay, but naw,” she said, pulling back.

  “All right,” he said, turning her over and sliding inside her from the back. He palmed her ass as he enjoyed the greatest feeling in the world. As she began to get into it, he got more excited and began to buck harder. Soon the rhythm got off and he slipped out, and as she lifted her ass wanting him, he came up and pushed his manhood into her ass. He grabbed her waist, a sharp pain shot through her body, and then she felt as if she was going to lose her bowels. She tried to get away but he had a tight hold on her, riding and still pumping, trying to stay inside. It was so uncomfortable, but she couldn’t break his hold, so she fell on her stomach as tears formed in her eyes. But going flat down suddenly brought relief. He had slipped out and when he reached for his penis, her body lost control and she released her bowels and exhaled in relief, before she felt him push his dick through the bowels and back into her ass, bucking like a wild animal. The more she moved to get up, the more of a mess they made, especially when he wiped it on her and himself, then she heard him scream as she felt her ass fill up with warm juices. His body jumped uncontrollably for seconds before he collapsed on top of her. She lay there, disgusted with herself and with Show. She couldn’t believe what had just happened.

  “Goddamn! You’s a stankin’-ass bitch,” Show said, getting up and laughing.

  “You are sick, for real,” Niecy said seriously, going into the bathroom, turning on the hot shower, and jumping in. Show followed and they showered until the water turned cold. They dried off and went back to the bedroom, looking at each other as soon as the stench hit them. They balled up the sheets, pillowcases, towels, and comforter and tossed them in the garbage.

  “You know I got to get up outta here, my driver be here in a few,” Show said, getting dressed.

  “I know the routine,” Niecy said, unconcerned.

  “When you due?” Show asked.

  “Why, Show? That was some nasty, degrading shit you did. And I said no.”

  “Girl, I got problems, I’m nasty and freaky, but you know that and you are, too. But we going to hell with our secrets. All I ask is that you don’t stop loving me,” he said, smiling. He reached into his pocket, peeled off ten one hundreds and gave them to her. “That’s for you to buy some new sheets and a comforter. And those are for little Showtime,” he said, peeling off five more hundreds and making his exit.

  “Love ya, Naquala, see ya soon.”

  “Talk to ya,” she said, shutting the door. She walked to her room, pulled out her short, beige house dress and threw it on. Big as it was, it still clung to her ass, moving with her every step. Even pregnant, she was desirable and she knew it. But inside she felt like nothing, that nobody truly cared and if it weren’t for her phat ass and big breasts, she wouldn’t get any attention at all. Fuck the world, she thought. “I will be all right,” she said to herself.

  Awhile later, she exited her ’95 Honda Civic, getting ready to go in Walmart and rubbed her stomach. “If life don’t get better, you’ll leave here with me. I’ll never leave you to deal with this cruel world. You hear me, Naquel? I’ll never leave you here unprotected,” Niecy said out loud as if somebody were with her. She continued to talk to herself as she pushed her cart through Walmart. She could feel the eyes on her from men, she caught the glances of couples who tried not to look, but even pregnant she was fine as shit. Not to mention her breasts had grown tremendously and were sitting up, and the full, one-piece dress did little to hide her stomach. Nothing could hide her ass and the movement under the skimpy material that rested and swayed with her every step.

  She felt as if the aisles were closing in; she knew it was time to get what she came in for and be out. She grabbed a bag that contained a flat sheet, fitted sheet, and two pillow cases. “Eighty-nine dollars, shit must be good, eighty-nine dollars in Walmart, got to be good, oh yeah! Martha Stewart shit,” she said out loud, tossing it in the basket.

  “Can I help you make up yo’ bed?” an unfamiliar voice said.

  She turned to see a little-ass man standing about five foot two with a toothpick hanging ou
t his mouth. He smiled, showing a shiny gold tooth on the left side.

  “You don’t see this?” Niecy said, rubbing her stomach.

  “Naw, I see it and I don’t care. I’ll be that baby daddy,” he said, holding his hands up, showing his oily blue pants and light blue shirt.

  “How you gonna be my baby daddy, fuck you got nigga?” Niecy said, surprising the dude. Her pleasant demeanor had changed.

  “I gots plenty, baby. I gets mine,” the dude said, proudly patting his pocket.

  “Nigga if you got more than me, I’ll give you mine. Now run yo’ shit, nigga, pull it out,” she said loudly.

  He stared at her and stuck his hand in his pocket, but hesitated.

  “Just what I thought, fool. And you talk about changing my sheets, sexing me up,” Niecy said, moving closer to the dude, pushing her basket. He looked at her cautiously. “Show me your dick,” she said. He looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Show me your dick, mechanic. Now you acting like you scared,” she said loudly when he turned his back and walked away. “Show me something, fool.” She was breathing hard, leaning on the cart. People were staring as the dude hurried away. Her anger began to subside and she took deep breaths as she guided the basket down the aisle of comforters. “Why you snapping, girl? That shit came from nowhere, you need to calm down. Niggas was just talking. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to rape you. He wanted to fuck you and hurt you. He wanted to love you! He wanted to love you, hah hah hah hah hah hah hah.” She heard the laughs and covered her ears and closed her eyes and then there was silence. She opened her eyes and things were regular.