ADDICTED TO HIM 3

by Linette King

  “Tamia, who slipped in a coma?” she asked and all types of alarms started ringing in my head as I began to get lost in my thoughts again.

  I got off early because we were slow and parked my car in the garage that Candy never uses. She said she doesn’t use it because sometimes it sticks, and she’s late so much that fighting with the garage door would just cause more problems. I walked in through the garage door that led into the kitchen. I walked around the house but Candy wasn’t home. You never knew when she was here because sometimes she’d get wasted at work and need to be dropped off, so her car wouldn’t be here. Then, sometimes, she just didn’t feel like driving and would call one of the girls to come get her and her car would be here.

  After I didn’t find her, I went to my room to wash the hospital’s smell off of my body. I cut the shower off and heard the front door open, followed by Candy’s loud voice. The only time she uses her inside voice is when she’s around someone else. I dried my body off then lotioned it up. I threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, so I could go find Candy and vent about my long work day.

  “Yea, well I’ll be happy when you’re ready to be a man... Fuck all that... Ok, sleeping beauty, whatever.” I heard her one sided conversation as I walked down the hall and into her room. As soon as I walked through the door, she dropped her phone. “Bitch you scared the entire fuck out of me!” she said as she snatched the phone off the floor. She hung it up without telling them bye. I frowned at her. “Niggas,” she said with a shrug of the shoulders and that explained it all for me.

  “She knew,” I said out loud to myself.

  “Who knew what sweetie?” Jennifer asked and for a minute, I forgot she was there.

  “Fuck my life!” I said exasperated. I’ve never been able to trust anybody and right when I’m ready to open myself up again, it proves that it’s safer not to trust anybody.

  “What’s going on sweetie? I’m lost,” Jennifer asked.

  “I’m going to separate myself from everybody. I’m going to work my butt off here and you won’t regret your decision of hiring me. I want to be moved to another room and I want to be made confidential, so nobody knows where I am,” I said and she looked even more confused than she did before. I bet she thinks I’m crazy right now but at this moment, I don’t even trust her. I’ll figure out my living arrangements once I’m discharged.

  “Ok,” she said, as she stood to her feet. She had no choice but to honor my confidential request and by law, she wouldn’t be able to tell Rashard or anyone else where I am. Well, she could, but she would lose her job in the process.

  I figured I’d deal with Armani once I’m released because right now, I just don’t have the energy to deal with anyone. Especially sketchy people! Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was somewhere fucking Rashard right now or trying to.

  Missy

  “STOP!” I screamed and head butted the fuck out of Bo. I’ve been trying to protect Michelle for as long as I can remember. She use to let me out more often whenever she was faced with situations she couldn’t handle. Then she met her precious Rashard and blocked me out! She couldn’t even hear me telling her what to do anymore. It wasn’t until Bo came and beat her unconscious that she lost self-control. She’s been giving up slowly and after we killed Tiffany, she’s been unable to control when I come out. In this moment, she needs me more than ever and I won’t let her down.

  I looked at Bo with a smile on my face. He had blood dripping from his nose and the veins in his neck were protruding. He swung a closed fist at me but I expected that and ducked just in time. I grabbed the lamp off of the desk and hit him over the head with it. It shattered but did nothing to slow him down. He charged at me but I rolled my small frame under the desk, and he ended up hitting it. The entire desk flipped over, so I took that chance to look for another weapon. The only thing I saw was the sewing machine but it looked too heavy to use during a counter attack.

  Right when I wanted to give up, I saw a shimmer of light. I looked on the floor to my left and noticed the street light reflected off of the knife Michelle dropped minutes ago. I dove for it but not before I received a swift kick to my stomach. It sent me flying in the air until I hit the tree in the back of the room. “Fuck!” I said out loud, as I touched my stomach. It was already tender to the touch, so I knew the bruise would be something serious.

  Before I had time to get up, Bo was on top of me with his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. He was slamming my body against the floor over and over as I tried to scratch and claw at his face. I began to feel dizzy and faint, like I was losing consciousness. I fought harder and swung my arms wildly. “Just give up,” I heard Michelle’s voice say. I started bucking my body in an attempt to throw him off of me but nothing worked. “Just give up,” she said again.

  “SHUT… UP!” I managed to scream out. I didn’t miss the confused look Bo gave me, then his eyes turned dark. I stopped fighting because my best way out was to pretend to give in. I could feel my powerful energy fade back in as the fight left my body. “No I can’t,” I heard her plead.

  I looked past Bo and saw Lisa’s dumb ass finally getting up, and that’s all I needed to stay in the game. I stared off in the distance as Bo kept one hand planted firmly around my throat as he fumbled with his belt buckle with his free hand. I knew exactly what he was about to do to me and there was nothing I could do about it. He pulled his pants and boxers down and began to beat his meat until it got hard.

  It wasn’t getting hard for him, so he spit in his hand and jerked it faster. I watched it grow and fear filled my body. I don’t know what’s going to happen to Michelle if I allow him to do this. He raised off of me slightly, so he could part my legs. He was so busy trying to get his dick hard enough to rape me that he had released the grip he had on my throat. He had been slowly sliding his hand away from my neck. I was lying perfectly still as I waited for the perfect moment to attack.

  I looked past him again and Lisa still wasn’t completely up. Maybe she was never really out and was just too weak to help me out. I looked back at Bo because he was now fully erect. I couldn’t figure out why Lisa wasn’t helping me. I focused my thoughts on killing her after I killed him.

  “Mmmhh,” Bo moaned out in pleasure as he forced himself inside of me. I tuned him out completely as I watched Lisa. The insides of my pussy burned as he ripped through. I winced in pain and I could feel the wetness start to slide down to my butt. The pain subsided but it didn’t feel good as he continued to hump away inside of me.

  I continued to watch Lisa flutter her eyes. I think she thought that I didn’t know she was awake as she lay still on the floor while I got raped a few steps away from her. “You missed this dick, didn’t you?” Bo asked, as he turned my head so I was forced to look at him. I nodded my head as tears of anger and rage seeped from eyes. “Why you crying then bitch?” he asked, as he rammed his dick in me harder and harder.

  “I wanna switch,” I said, as I tried my hardest to sound seductive. I failed miserably at seduction because it came out hoarse. He smiled at me and gripped my breast with his free hand. “Ok, get on top but don’t try no slick shit, or I’m gonna choke the shit outta you!” he snapped.

  He gripped my neck tighter as he rotated his body while his dick was still inside of me. I adjusted my body once I was on top, so it wouldn’t hurt so bad. I started to ride him slowly and he moaned out. I rose all the way to the head and slammed down on top of him. He closed his eyes, so I did it again. I could see the knife and it wasn’t far away. I slowed my pace, so he wouldn’t cum before I grabbed the knife.

  I glanced over at the spot we were just in and saw blood on the floor. I got pissed off completely. I looked at him with pure disgust written all over my face as I gained control of my rape. I rotated my hips as I rode him slowly, so he would close his eyes. I began to grind on him with his dick deep inside of me.

  I reached as far as I could and he opened his eyes. I moaned out to distract him from what I was doing. He pushe
d me back up so I could ride him how I was at first, as he unzipped the jacket that goes with my jogging suit. He moaned as I leaned forward and began to grind against him again. He lifted my shirt and took a nipple into his mouth. “Oooh shit!” Michelle moaned and threw me for a complete loop. This shit ain’t supposed to be pleasurable to her but she’s enjoying it.

  Bo got good dick, without a doubt, but he has to die for sticking it where it wasn’t welcomed. I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding, once I was able to grab the knife. I felt a joy like no other as I gripped the knife tightly and held it behind my back. “Damn baby, you getting wetter now!” Bo said. I smiled because he thought I was getting wet because of him, but the truth is, I cum when I kill.

  I raised the knife above my head as I rode him slowly and brought the knife down into his chest. He gasped for air and punched me so hard that I flew off of him. He tried to pull the knife out but it was stuck. He turned over on his side and spit blood out on the floor. “You killed… you killed our baby,” Bo choked out. “Now, you gonna kill me,” he continued. I stood up so I could step on the knife and kill him when I heard sirens in the distance.

  “What the fuck!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I quickly slipped my pants back on and grabbed my ripped panties. I looked over at Lisa and she still had her eyes closed, like she didn’t hear the damn sirens. I guess she wasn’t pretending to be out. I ran out the front door and down the steps. I grabbed my backpack off the sidewalk and walked casually down the street to my car. I let the seat all the way back as the police flew past me and stopped abruptly in front of Bo’s mom’s house. “Nosey ass neighbors must have saw us climbing through the window,” I said out loud, as I cranked the car up and drove home.

  Rashard

  I waited patiently for Chardae to get off the phone, so I could kill her. When I heard her end the call, I made my way to where she was. The dummy didn’t even get up to make sure I was gone before she told a mufucker about my departure. I shook my head and walked completely in the living room where I left the dumb duck.

  “Oh shit! What you doing here?” she said and dropped her phone. She had fear written all over her face, like she’d just seen a ghost.

  “What you mean?” I asked, as I took a step closer to her. Her body tensed up and she slid to the other side of the couch. “What’s your problem?” I asked her, as I sat down next to her on the couch.

  I placed my hand on her stomach and felt the baby inside of it kick. I no longer believe this is my kid. She played me and if she wasn’t pregnant, she’d be dead already. “You don’t want me here?” I asked, as I leaned into her. I put my nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. Her body relaxed and she melted in my arms.

  “Yea but I thought you were going to check on your sister,” she said, as she threw her arm around my neck and started playing with my dreads.

  “I am but I wanted to make sure you were straight before I left,” I said and looked up at her. She was smiling and I knew it was because she thought she got over on me. I smiled back because she hadn’t.

  “I’ll catch you later,” I said, as I stood to my feet.

  “Where is your sister?” she asked.

  “Why?” I countered.

  “Oh! Just asking. I thought you were gonna go do more than check on her,” she said and it let me know what I heard about her after I first started fucking her was true.

  I was sitting at the bar inside of Carte Blanche, a year or so after it opened, when Chardae came in with her girls. She caught my eye as soon as she walked through the doors and I knew I had to have her. When I walked up to her, she didn’t play hard to get or nothing and that turned me on more than anything. When I looked at her, I saw a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. We were in a VIP booth fucking before the night was over and been straight fucking ever since.

  About 3 months later, Raph came up to me and asked if I was still messing with her. I looked at him crazy and asked him why. “She a stripper down at the Foxy Lady. Not just a stripper though, she got this dude that she helps set niggas up to get robbed,” Raph explained. I don’t go off hearsay and I wasn’t getting any bad vibes from her.

  After that, I started going to the Foxy Lady every Friday night and every other Saturday night to see if I would run into her, and I never did. That reason, and that reason alone, is why I wrote off what Raph said me.

  I backed out of Chardae’s temporary driveway and pulled off. I called it a temporary driveway because as soon as I found the nigga she was working with and killed him, she was getting her walking papers.

  When I got to the stop sign on the corner, I noticed a little, old ass raggedy car with a dark skinned dude driving. I pulled off slowly and his dumb ass didn’t even stop at the sign, so he could keep up with me. I pulled out my phone and called Twan, so we could set up a trap but he didn’t answer his phone. I hit end and called Dre, and he didn’t answer either.

  “What the fuck?” I said out loud, as I looked in my rearview mirror and saw buddy was still following me. I knew I couldn’t call Deuce after how our last conversation, so I called Tre. “What up Boss?” he asked and I laughed. Candy’s ass is rubbing off on everybody.

  “Ay, where you at?” I asked, once I stopped laughing.

  “The dungeon,” he answered.

  “Alright, check this out. A bih is trying to set me up and I got buddy following me now,” I spoke clearly into the receiver.

  “Lead him here. We got you,” he said and disconnected the call.

  One thing I’ve always noticed about Tre and Deuce was they have never let me down. They always have my back, even though when I started school, I linked up with Twan and Dre. Deuce use to tell me all the time he didn’t trust Twan and that Dre wasn’t ready for this life. I never listened but the deeper I get in this shit, the less I can count on them niggas.

  I took a right, so I could circle around and head to the dungeon. They call it the dungeon because it’s our only trap house that only has one way in and out. The only way you can get in is through the front door, unless you break a window. They don’t have to worry about the police because it takes them a few hours to come pick up a dead body. Plus, there’s only one way on and off the block by car. Now, if you’re on foot, you can cut in between buildings but in the car, you can only drive out the way you drove in because it’s a dead end.

  When I got ready to turn in, I checked the rearview mirror and watched him drive past. I kept my eyes trained on his car until I saw the brake lights come. I waved Peanut over, so I could holla at him. I’ve been knowing Peanut since he was eight years old and he was the lookout for Tre. Now, his little ass is sixteen, and every day after school and on the weekends, he gets on the roof and knocks people off with his sniper rifle.

  “What’s up Shard?” he asked, as he dapped me up.

  “Aye, you saw that beat up car that was following me but just past by?” I asked. He nodded his head without looking for the vehicle. See, Peanut is smart and he’s loyal. Anybody else his age, I would have had to tell them not to look for it because it would let him know we’re on to him.

  “This bih tryna set me up. Let him in alive but he won’t leave the same way,” I said with a straight face.

  “Bet,” he responded and turned to walk away.

  “Aye Shard!” Peanut yelled after I pulled off.

  “Yea?” I answered him.

  “Congratulations man. I’m tryna be like you!” he said with a smile. I knew he was showing love about me graduating college. “Don’t be like me Nut. Be better than me,” I said and pulled off. The last thing I want is for a kid to want to be like me at this point in my life. Never strive to be like someone else; it’s so much easier to just be yourself. Figure out what it is that you’re good at and be great at it. Set goals and accomplish them. Compete only with the person that you were yesterday. If more people was like that, then the world would be a much more productive place.

  I drove
all the way to end of the street and hopped out of my car. I didn’t know which trap Tre was in, so I looked at every lower leveled window until I saw him. The blinds weren’t open but I knew he would be looking out of one of them, so I headed in that direction.

  When I walked on the porch, I saw buddy pull in slowly, like he was looking for me. I turned to walk back to my car. “What you doing?” Tre asked, after he swung the door open. I signaled for him to give me one moment. I grabbed my school book bag out of the backseat and carried it up to the door. I watched the car come to a stop with my peripheral vision just a few houses over. I looked around like I had a bag filled with either money or dope and walked in the house.

  “Who set you up?” Tre asked, as I looked out the window.

  “Bitch name Chardae that use to live in Dead Man’s Cove,” I answered.

  “Man, I heard you was messing with that bitch! Man, that hoe set ya boy Darius up, and they got him for four keys and $100,000 cash!” Tre exclaimed, as he looked out the window. “He must gone wait til you bout to leave to get at u,” Tre continued, without giving me a chance to respond to his first comment.

  “Man, is that why Herrar killed him?” I asked, as I shook my head.

  A while back, Darius was one of my runners that would get coke from one of my connects, Herrar. I didn’t even know he had gotten set up. All I know is he was killed, and his hands were cut off and delivered to his mother’s front door. It had a note attached to the box they were delivered in that said “For those who take but did not earn, must pay dearly in their turn.” I remember when I first read the note; I knew it sounded familiar.

  See, Myra is a huge Harry Potter fan and one of the characters on the sorcerer’s stone said that. I didn’t know until I said it in front of her and she asked if I had been watching Harry Potter without her. Thinking of that made me think about how she’s doing and how pissed off she will be if I’m not there with her when she wakes up. After I handle this, I’m going back to the hospital to see what’s up with my girls.