by Wahida Clark
“Get out my house! If I ever see you again I'll kill you! I swear to God I'll kill you . . . Get out!
Butterfly's torn garments swayed in the wind as she ran, bloody and dizzy. She didn't know where to run, but she ran through the night, and the only thing on her mind was the image of seeing her mother crying like crazy trying to pull her father off her. But her brother just stood there and looked upon her with disgust.
She tossed and kicked in her sleep till Britney woke her for the 4 p.m. count. Britney had just returned from work and had seen how Butterfly was strung across his bed with vomit everywhere. He just laughed till Butterfly started to scream from her hellish nightmares, which was around the same time the COs were counting. Britney cleaned the mess while Butterfly tried to get on her bunk at the top; but it proved too much a difficulty and she collapsed on the chair.
“You gutter mouth slut. You need to get your smelly ass in your bed. You smell, and I know your ass is soiled with nut.”
“Leave me alone,” Butterfly said pitifully. Her head was pounding, her ass was sore, and it took all she had not to vomit again from the sour taste she had in her mouth.
“Not ever. You have the whole compound talking about you, and you were probably too wasted to remember. What a waste!”
After Britney changed his bedsheets, cover, and sprayed disinfectant around, he lay Butterfly back in his bed. He then grabbed a bagel from her locker and spread cream cheese and honey over it, and gave her aspirin.
“Eat this so it can absorb the alcohol in your stomach,” Britney said as he coddled Butterfly and fed her. “You'll be all right, don't worry. A couple of more crashes like that, and you'll be fine. I'm here for you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Dreamy Eyes And Passion
Butterfly had been sneaking around the unit with Sosa, getting fucked every available moment. They fucked in the showers, in Sosa’s room, and during the daytime when Britney was at work. Sosa’s Mexican paisas would always keep watch while Sosa was with his girlfriend, Morena.
But little did he know that Black had caught wind of what was going on between them.
So a couple of days later during the evening, Butterfly had walked to the chapel. It was a good night to get out, and her first time outside since the orgy in Unit 4B and her days in the unit with Sosa. She didn't want to be seen for a couple of days because of the sheer embarrassment of what happened in 4B. Just the thought that she probably wouldn't recognize any of the guys she had slept with, even if they were standing in her face, made her feel like crap. But Black had sent word through Fraze for her to meet him in the chapel so he could speak with her.
It was good that he had brought her out the unit because she couldn't have stayed in the unit any longer. Although everything was good, she was scared Sosa might find out what she did in 4B, or that they would get caught fucking and a race riot would be because of her. And although Sosa was good to fuck, she didn’t like him like that.
But once out and about, the air was crisp and cold and it sent a chilling shiver through her. She pulled her jacket tight and picked up her pace and she was surprised when guys were saying what's up to her and greeting her as never before. They must of heard about 4B, she thought and picked up her pace again.
She saw Love and Tyrone walking to the gym. Love had puppy-eyes for her that were real and genuine and she thought it was cute. When she went inside the chapel, it was nothing like she had imagined. A hallway led to a main chapel and along the hallway were other rooms for different religious groups to congregate and hold services.
Black was the Grand Sheik for the Moorish Science Temple of America, and he had more rank than Atwater, who was the Assistant Sheik. They were both a part of the same faith, but they had never formed a tight friendship.
Inside the Main Chapel, the Moors were arrayed in their attire with red fezzes on their heads, Moorish pendulums, and shiny shoes. They had paintings of Noble Drew Ali on a chair and Marcus Garvey on another one. An American flag was at a corner of the chapel and a Moroccan flag at the other side.
Atwater stood at the podium and it immediately drew Butterfly to the door that was guarded by two doormen, and when they went to open it, Butterfly waved them off.
She couldn't hear anything that Atwater was saying, but she could hear the applause. She stayed there for a minute, watching him until somebody pat her on the shoulder.
“Excuse me. Can I be of some assistance?” Lazy Eyes (as was his name) asked. And as his name suggested, he had dreamy bedroom eyes that would make one feel intoxicated by gazing into them.
Butterfly had to snap out of it, because Lazy Eyes was most definitely good looking to say the least, and it completely caught her off guard.
“I . . .” Butterfly was lost for words, and Lazy Eyes, who was from Baltimore, wore a knowing smile.
“My name is Lazy Eyes,” he said, drawing more attention to his dreamy eyes. “I'm the chapel's librarian. I know you're new in the system, but if you want I'll give you a quick rundown of the chapel's services.” He was the perfect gentleman, nothing like Love and Tyrone who were just good fucks.
“I'm not really religious. I don't believe in God,” Butterfly said, and she wasn't completely lying, but she didn't want to run him off either. Nevertheless, she was there to meet Black.
“That's all right. Tell me if you're Wicca, Santamaria, because you look like you have some Latin in you.”
Butterfly ignored the fact that he was playing in an effort to converse with her. She was just there to speak with Black and leave. She was sure that he had heard about her escapade in 4B, and she could hardly think of anything else.
“I haven't even heard of any of that stuff.”
“Okay, do you like music?”
“Yeah.”
“Right this way, ladies first.” He pointed her straight ahead. At first she was reluctant, but then she followed.
“I'm going to hip you to some good music.” Lazy Eyes took her to a corner where a CD player was. He went into a closet and got out a couple of CDs and brought them back. He put on Dancehall and then Reggae because it was the only music the Religious Services had, besides Gospel.
Butterfly shook her head to the Reggae music. Lazy Eyes kept smiling and licking his lips at her and he was irresistible! He mumbled something, but she couldn't hear him because she had on the headphones.
When she removed them, he said, “You like that?”
“Yeah, but I liked the Dancehall better.”
“So you can move those wide hips?” Lazy Eyes laughed. “I'll order some more for you. Can I let you in on a little secret?”
Butterfly shook her head.
“I think you are most definitely fine, and I ain’t never swung like that, but since you came on the compound I've been wanting to get my hands on you.”
Butterfly didn't wait for him to say anything else. She slid her hands between his legs and was satisfied at what she felt. She smiled seductively and said, “We can do something.”
“When? Right now?” It was too much for Lazy Eyes to believe, and his dreamy eyes twinkled like shooting stars.
“Whenever.”
“Go to the restroom, and I'll be in there when the coast is clear.”
“Where's the restroom?” She knew she was pressing her luck, because she was there to see Black. But Lazy Eyes was too irresistible to pass on, and she could already taste him in her mouth.
“Over there in the corner.”
She took her jacket off and left it in the chair, and as she headed toward the restroom and passed guys who were in other rooms, everybody turned to look at her phat ass. She had on her tight sweats pulled in the crack of her ass that looked like an ice-cream sundae.
Minutes after she had gone into the restroom, Lazy Eyes had arrived and shut the door. He took a minute to take her in. She looked like the devil from his wet dreams. Butterfly giggled lightly, loving how hungry he looked. He grabbed her tits and fondled them.
“Damn
, baby, these are real?” was the question she'd always get.
Butterfly took one of his hands off her tit and put it on her ass. “This is real too,” she said, kissing him on the lips. He tasted like peppermint candy. She slurped his tongue as if it was his dick and took his dick out his pants.
“God damn . . . shit!” he muttered, along with a bunch of gibberish that got lost at her mind-boggling skills. Once again she was overly concerned with giving him a ground shaking orgasm. She felt the rumbling, and his semen sluiced forth. Once she gurgled the tender head of his dick in the pit of her throat, he thought he might die because the pleasure was so great!
And she disappeared before he could realize that he wasn't sleep walking . . .
Chapter Fourteen
Black Out
When she emerged from the restroom, she wiped the saline taste from her mouth and went to get her jacket. She headed for a bench that was on the outside of the main chapel and moments later, the Moors had ended their service.
They mauled out and then Atwater emerged, trailed by other Moors. When he looked over and saw Butterfly, they locked eyes. He couldn't hide the hunger rising in his throat, and he felt the urge so strong that his heart pounded violently in his chest. Atwater felt uncomfortable with the feeling.
Black came out seconds later and took the empty seat on the bench where she sat.
“What up, home girl? How are you doing?”
“I'm fine,” Butterfly said truthfully. It would have been a lie if she hadn't encountered Lazy Eyes and Atwater before he arrived.
“I told Fraze to tell you to meet me because I heard about what you did in 4B.”
Butterfly didn't know where this would lead, and she looked off to the side where she saw Lazy Eyes making pleading fuck-faces at her. She had to swallow a welcoming smile and keep her eyes on Black so that she wouldn't give him away.
“You trying to play me, muthafucka?” The easy going Black had melted under a disguising mask of an easily-triggered temper.
Butterfly was reeling from the fact that Black had seen what had happened in the bathroom. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know what the fuck I’m talking about!” Black’s whisper could as well have been a scream, because it was just as hauntingly threatening.
Butterfly held her hands in submission, expecting a blow. “What did I do wrong?” She saw E and Berry standing nearby, and this all seemed like what she feared most about jail: being killed.
“You know you my bitch, right?”
“W-w-what?”
Black looked around to make sure nobody in the vicinity was looking. Then he grabbed Butterfly by her scruffy afro-tail. Tears welled in Butterfly’s eyes from the searing pain.
“Yes, Black!” It felt like her hair was being ripped from its roots, and she felt his other hand wrapped tightly around her throat.
“This my ass-pussy, right! We ‘bout to find out. You gonna give me some of that ass-pussy tonight! Bitch, I got all this time and you giving my ass-pussy away in your unit and 4B. I’ll fuck around and kill all those niggas. I’m taking care of that right now as we speak. Now get your ass in the bathroom!”
Chapter Fifteen
War On The Down
Sosa didn’t know why, but he had a bad feeling something bad was about to happen. He was in the unit sitting at the table with Michoacán and a couple other paisas. Then he went to the cell and took his metal knife that he’d made in the plumbing shop at CMS, and he put it in his sweats and came back.
“Sosa, why you look paranoid? Pinche Morena leaves five minutes, and you can’t keep your ass still in the seat.”
“No me mames ,” Sosa said, knowing why he felt alert.
“I wouldn’t bullshit you,” Michoacán said.
Where the fuck is that pinche myate Fraze? Sosa thought. He didn’t trust Fraze at all.
Two minutes didn’t go by when a team of six officers stormed into the unit and ran straight to Sosa’s cell. Sosa was so mad because he had just left his cell, and he didn’t put his cellphone and Rolex watch in the stash spot that he could have hit himself in the eye. He had paid $200 so somebody from CMS could put a hole in the wall where he could hide stuff. His phone and watch were sitting right under the pillow. Fuck!
Five minutes later, a CO came out of the cell holding his cell phone and watch in the air. “Sosa!” the CO hollered.
Sosa stepped up to the CO with Michoacán at his side.
“I’ma Sosa, but that not mine,” he said as Michoacán came forward. He already knew to claim ownership if Sosa were to ever get caught.
“That me cell phone and watch,” Michoacán added.
“Nice try,” the CO, whom they’d never seen before said. “That’s not what our confidential informant said.”
The other COs gathered around Sosa and put him in handcuffs. Sosa knew he’d never see his Morena deliciosa again, and he was so furious that they didn’t even have the courage to give him a fight.
As the COs escorted him out of the unit, he looked back and yelled to Michoacán, “Mata el pinche Moreno Fraze y el Negro!”
Sosa knew nobody other than Black and Fraze would want to tell to get him out of the picture. He had paid COs, who had smuggled him in the watch and cell phone to give him a heads up if they were on to him. So somebody had to drop a kite. But he knew the pinche morenos would pay dearly. Because within two weeks after the majority of the Paisas had obtained knives from CMS, where they were made, there was gonna be a blood bath.
Chapter Sixteen
Knight With Shining Knives
Black gave E and Berry the nod. Mysteriously enough, nobody in the chapel noticed what was happening.
Butterfly looked for Lazy Eyes, but he was nowhere to be found. She was pushed into the bathroom and Black shoved her face-first into the wall once the door was closed. Butterfly trembled with fear as her pants were pulled down and Black was about to fuck her in the ass until he heard the commotion outside.
Black pulled his pants back up and opened the door to see what was going on as Butterfly collapsed into the corner of the bathroom.
“What the fuck you want, pretty boy?” Black belched out at Lazy Eyes, who had his knife drawn on E and Berry. He wasn’t alone. His closest homie, Raheem, held a knife in each hand. He wasn’t as big as Black, but he had enough size to take E and Berry all by himself. But it would be an ambush because Black, E, and Berry didn’t have knives.
“You trying to rape a man and you the Grand Sheik?” Lazy Eyes said. When he saw Butterfly in the corner, he wanted to stab Black in the throat.
“Don’t worry about this!” Black said, knowing he was outmatched by the look on Berry and E’s face.
“Nigga, I oughta kill you!” Lazy Eyes put his knife to Black’s neck, and the overhead speaker announced the ten minute movement. “Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind!”
Black and his crew got out of there as fast as they could, but everybody in there knew it wasn’t over.
When Black and his crew left, Lazy Eyes made sure that the only CO in the chapel at the time was the Chaplain himself, and he didn’t notice any of the commotion. It was clear the Chaplain hadn’t seen anything as he sat in his office busy with something on his desk.
Lazy Eyes looked at Raheem and told him to give him a couple of minutes with Butterfly. They would be stuck in the chapel until 8:30 p.m., which was the official time when all the inmates had to report back to their units.
When Lazy Eyes went into the bathroom and shut the door, Butterfly jumped up and ran to him. If she thought she was afraid before, she was a hundred times more afraid now. She didn’t know that Sosa had gone to the SHU, but she was thinking there would be a riot if he found out, because he kept promising her that he would protect her. But to make matters worse now, Lazy Eyes was in her mess. She didn’t know what to do.
“Stop crying, baby,” Lazy Eyes said, feeling Butterfly to the fullest.
“No, it’s all my
fault,” Butterfly said with her head on his shoulder.
“It ain’t your fault.” Lazy Eyes grabbed Butterfly’s chin so he could look her in the eyes. “I saw what that fool did, and I grabbed my knife and got my boy Raheem to watch my back.” He always kept spare knives hidden in the chapel for times like this. It was just sheer luck that Raheem happened to drop by. “Don’t ever say a nigga tryna rape you is your fault.”
Lazy Eyes’ words were comforting, and out of everybody she had screwed since she got there she could see herself falling head over heels for him. To Butterfly, he and Atwater were the sexiest men alive.
“But he’s gonna come back and get me!” The realization of Butterfly’s own words scared her more than anything.
“Yo, fuck that nigga. I got you, baby. That’s my word. I’d kill that nigga or get rid of him before I let him touch you. Now let me taste that sweet tongue of yours.” They kissed passionately, like teenagers in love, until Lazy Eyes led her back into the chapel’s lobby area so he’d have time to straighten the chapel and close up everything. But he made sure Raheem sat with Butterfly until the yard was closed and they returned to their units, on high alert.
Chapter Seventeen