True Consequences
Robert Barnes
Published by Mogul Publishing, 2018.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
TRUE CONSEQUENCES
First edition. May 29, 2018.
Copyright © 2018 Robert Barnes.
ISBN: 978-1939665485
Written by Robert Barnes.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
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5
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Dedication
There are many people responsible for the stories that come out of me and I can't possibly name them all. I've been fortunate to have come from such a strong-willed family that continues to support me through all I do.
My three Angels: Jaden, Robert IV, and Raven are my reasons for continuing to push forward even in the path of great storms. My siblings are the best in the world and I'd gladly give my life for each and every one of them. Stephanie, Stevie, Ryan: Thank You for being who you are, I love you all too death! My parents: Francesca and Robert Jr, if it wasn't for you all, there would be no me so I give all the thanks for you both.
I have to give a lot of credit to my new team. Rahiem Brooks has been a light in a dark place. His patience and unselfishness have been one of my biggest assets. Veronica Lebron deserves so much credit for juggling so many difficult tasks for me and still being an incredible person both inside and out. It's not every day that one can find individuals who truly believe in your vision and are willing to get on board to make sure they become reality.
I want to forever acknowledge the individuals who choose to read anything that I put out to the world. You all are the reason that I continue to do what I do.
Thank You!
1
“Run, Isaac! Someone was looking out the window and saw us before you threw the brick,” I shouted. We ran like greyhounds through the woods and didn’t stop until we were back in Bethel Manor, our stomping grounds. This was the usual Friday night pastime for me and my main man Isaac. We were twelve-year-old military brats with nothing better to do than throw bricks through people’s windows.
It was early April 1988, and we hadn’t lived in Bethel Manor for more than four months. Isaac’s family moved to Langley AFB the same day that my family moved there on January 12, 1988. We met on that same day because both of our families were staying at the Temporary Living Quarters on base by the runway. He was from Florida, but they had just moved from Anderson AFB in Guam. My family and I, the Baileys, had moved from Warner Robins, Georgia; but I’d been born in North Carolina.
Me and Isaac were the new dudes at school and in the neighborhood, so we spent a lot of our time together. Tabb Intermediate School was our place of learning until 1990 when we began to leave our mark at Tabb High School.
As we ran, we could hear the sirens going toward Four Seasons, the name of the apartment complex we constantly threw bricks at. Bethel Manor was wide open in the late ‘80’s and it proved to shape the lives of many athletes and criminals. Everyone from “The Manor”, as we called it, stuck together and we made it known to everyone where we represented.
There were three sides to Bethel Manor: the 2000 area, the old side and the area on the other side of Big Bethel Road. I stayed on the side across from Big Bethel Road. The Bailey family consisted of me (Kenny) my two brothers, Cory and Andre, my sister Angie and my mother and father, Thelma and Keith. Cory, Andre and I were all eighteen months apart and Angie was four years older than my older brother Cory. Cory was my big brother and Andre was my younger brother. We were the typical Air Force family and for the most part, that’s all we knew. All of us did well in school academically and we all were athletically inclined. We didn’t hang together much outside of home in the late ‘80’s, but as the years went by, everyone knew not to mess with the Bailey family.
Isaac and I hung tight until high school and then girls became a large part of both of our lives, so we drifted apart. We still met up to play basketball at the youth center throughout the week, but as far as hanging out, we ran with different crowds. Isaac didn’t care much about school work, but I worked hard to keep my grades up to at least a B average.
The girls at our school were from all walks of life; there were whites—the majority—blacks and many foreigners. Therefore, pussy became the number one pastime during our freshman year of high school. I was very familiar with pussy from a young age because my sister always had her freaky ass friends over to our house and they thought me and my brothers were so fine. Looking back now, I think those freaks damn near molested us before age ten.
Isaac met a female named Tasha the first month of our freshman year at Tabb High and he was whipped from the start. At the age of sixteen, Tasha was thick for her age and she was well advanced when it came to fucking. She was an only child and was raised by her father; he worked two jobs, so he was never home.
Tasha had been having sex with older guys since she was eleven, so over the years she’d learned how to do some amazing things with her body. She was five two, weighed 120 pounds and had a caramel complexion. Her house was by the youth center in Bethel Manor, and that’s where me and Isaac first saw her. We were balling on the basketball court and she happened to be walking by on her way to the Shopette to buy something from the store.
Her walk mesmerized Isaac, so I called her over so he could holla. One thing led to another, and they started dating. That was the beginning of the end for me and Isaac. He wanted to be under her all the time, but I was into meeting females from all the high schools in Hampton and Newport News too.
I was adventurous, so I liked to go to all the shows at the Hampton Coliseum, the carnival, and any hotel parties I’d hear about. I began to meet a lot of guys and girls from all over. A lot of them knew about Bethel Manor, but not many of them could tell you where it was; so I made sure all of Phoebus, Hampton and Newport News knew exactly where Bethel Manor was and what it was about. By age seventeen, everyone knew me as Ken from Bethel Manor.
A lot of the guys I was chilling with from time to time were into petty hustling—dime sacks and twenties of weed. Half of them were from Newport News, AKA Bad Newz; and the other half were from Phoebus, which was the Buck Roe area. I wasn’t into the hustling thing because I was working at Hardee’s part-time throughout the month. I just saved my little check, plus the allowance my parents gave us every week, and used that money for my weekend outings.
Every week I met new females at hotel parties, and tried to fuck them and all their friends. I’d still try to get Isaac to come along, but Tasha had him messed up in the head. So, I started getting real cool with a dude from Bethel High School named Tyrone who was always around the same parties I was at. We kicked it from time to time and found out that we were both into the same things—chilling, working and fucking.
Tyrone lived about five miles up Big Bethel Road by Bethel High with his mother and brother. He was eighteen years old, in his senior year at Bethel and was doing well in school. We started introducing each other to the females at our high schools and before long when you saw one of us, you knew the other was near. We ran through females like water, then passed them around to whoever we knew. I was responsible for a lot of the pussy Bethel Manor boys got in the early 90’s, because I was br
inging girls from all over through there.
Tyrone’s school, Bethel High, didn’t have a lot of whites and foreigners like my school did, so he loved it when I put him onto the white, Korean, and Japanese broads. We would go to house parties in the Tabb area and girls would beg to suck our dicks and fuck us with their friends. All of the girls knew what we were about and they showed us a lot of love.
After Tyrone’s senior year, he decided to go off to VCU, a college in the heart of Richmond, which was about an hour away. I still had one more year at Tabb High, so I was still undecided about life after high school. Once Tyrone went to Richmond, I was mainly out by myself on the weekends, looking for something or someone to get into.
My senior year, I met a female named Tammy whose family had just moved to Bethel Manor that summer. She was Japanese and Black, was 5’ 5”, weighed 135 pounds and had 34D, 24, 37 measurements. Me being the man that I am, I knew I had to have her. Tammy turned out to be a hell of a challenge because she wasn’t going for no playa shit. Whoever schooled her to the game did a damn good job, because I thought my shit was full proof when it came to getting pussy.
It turned out Tammy had been raised in Brooklyn, New York with her father and five brothers until she was seventeen. Her mother had remarried years ago and Tammy moved in with her, her stepfather, and her thirteen-year-old stepbrother named Marcus the summer of ‘92.
I was known for breaking in the new girls in Bethel Manor within weeks of their arrival, but Tammy was a definite exception. She knew I was a male whore and that I had been with a lot of girls in the area. I talked to her on the regular while we walked around the 2000 area of The Manor.
I asked her how the guys treated her in Brooklyn and she told me that guys were intimidated by her looks and scared of her brothers. She’d only had one serious relationship when she was fifteen but something happened after a year, but she didn’t wanna discuss it.
Tammy was much more than looks. She knew a lot about the streets and she liked to talk to me about them. Anything that might get me close to that pussy was what I was gonna talk about. I learned that all her brothers were involved in some form of illegal activity in New York. She had twenty-two year old twin brothers named Maurice and Tony, a brother named Tim who was twenty-five, a twenty-six year old brother named Trey, and one named Reggie who was twenty-eight.
It was easy to understand why too many dudes chose not to mess with her. Maurice and Tony were two of the best known stickup kids in all of Fort Greene projects, where they lived. Anyone from the five boroughs knew who the twins from Livonia Avenue were. If you had money in the ‘80s in NYC, then you were either cool with the twins, or you’d get shot and robbed by the twins.
Tim was the math man who ran numbers for the Italians near Kings Borough. He was the liaison between the Italians and the little mom and pop stores that ran the number rackets in Brooklyn. He also moved a little coke from time to time, but Trey was the man when it came to the coke game. He could teach the coke game to a nun and make her wanna start getting some of that dough.
Reggie was the fool. He’d tried his hand with the coke, numbers, and robberies, but his main thing was guns. He had a Russian connect with the finest handguns ever made and he’d made a killing in NYC since the mid ‘80s. He was also an expert shooter when it came to shooting any type of gun, and he kept his brothers well trained and supplied.
Tammy wasn’t sheltered from the things her brothers did. They taught her the ins and outs of every criminal venture they were into. Virginia was slow to her compared to what she’d just left in Brooklyn. One thing her brothers always told her was never give her pussy up, unless she was prepared for her heart to follow. She never understood what they meant, until she met Darrell when she was fifteen. Darrell had been the same age as she was, fifteen going on sixteen, and he went to a school twenty minutes away from Tammy.
Darrell was cool and always respectful to Tammy and her brothers. After a while, Tammy and Darrell started hanging out and going to Manhattan to chill in the evenings. By the summer of 1990, they were getting serious on the rooftops of the buildings. First, it was just hands exploring each other’s bodies; then it moved to heavy rubbing against one another.
By October ’90, they were sneaking off to thirty minute hotel rooms in Queens during the evening to have sex.
Tammy wouldn’t tell me how the first time with Darrell went, but she said it got better with time. Consequently, she started wanting to be around Darrell daily or hear his voice on a regular basis.
One day Tammy went to Darrell’s neighborhood in Red Hook to surprise him, but he wasn’t home. Instead of leaving she headed to the rooftop to wait awhile. When she got to the top, she saw Darrell leaning on the wall beside the door to the stairs—but he wasn’t alone. A Puerto Rican chick with long hair was on her knees giving Darrell some major head.
Tammy said it had to be good, because Darrell never opened his eyes or heard her open the door. She left in a hurry and never spoke to Darrell again. For months she sat at home depressed, until finally one day she swallowed sixty Bayer aspirin tablets. They rushed her to the hospital and pumped her stomach, she didn’t tell any of her brothers what happened with Darrell until she got out of the hospital.
Instead of bothering all of them, she just told Reggie. He smoothed talked her and told her that her and Darrell were both young kids and they would learn a lot about life as they got older. He also said that pussy could make the heart a fragile thing, so she needed to learn how to control both—the heart and pussy.
Two months after she tried to kill herself, Darrell and Chris Thompson were found dead in the middle of an abandoned building in the Bronx. Chris’s throat had been slashed and Darrell’s dick had been cut off and stuck inside his brother’s throat. To this day, no one has been charged for the double homicide and no witnesses have come forward.
After learning all that shit about Tammy and her family, I wondered whether I was dealing with a compulsive liar or a psycho bitch. It didn’t take long to find out that everything she said checked out. I never asked her whether she thought Reggie had had her ex and his brother killed or not; but I did call the homicide department in the Bronx to find out if, indeed, Darrell was killed. The detective confirmed that on May 11, 1991, in a building off of 111th and Jerome Avenue in the Bronx, Christopher and Darrell Thompson had been found slain. The detective also said the recounts of the incident were too gruesome to give over the phone. Therefore, I stopped trying to get the pussy and just started kicking it with Tammy like she was one of the guys. Over the months, Tammy taught me everything she’d learned about the coke game, numbers and guns.
By January ‘94, Tammy and I were close as Tyrone and I were before he left for VCU. We went to parties together and she even picked out girls I should holla at but she never messed with any guys. We kicked it like brother and sister almost, but she was still the baddest broad in all of VA. Every guy I knew would ask me about her; and of course, they didn’t believe that I was hanging out with this broad and not fucking. I think Tammy’s life was intriguing to me and that’s why I kept kicking it with her.
2
In June of ‘94, graduation was coming up for Tammy and I. Neither of us knew what the future held, but one thing was for sure we would somehow leave our mark on VA together. Tammy decided to stay local and attend Thomas Nelson Community College in Hampton just off Big Bethel Road. I needed a break from school, so I decided to take a year off and get my life in order. My mom and dad weren’t thrilled with that decision because I’d received partial scholarship offers from a lot of schools, but I told them that I’d save my money up from working and then choose a school that would be good for me later.
During this time, my brother Cory was entering his junior year at Maryland University on an Engineering scholarship. My sister Angie had gotten married and moved to Dover, Delaware, and my lil brother Andre was starting his senior year at Tabb High School. I got a good job during the summer of ‘94 working nights
at a warehouse named Smith’s Packaging Company in Newport News off 48th Street. I was paid $8.00 an hour to move boxes onto a conveyor belt. Minimum wage was $3.65 an hour then, so I thought I was getting big money.
Smith’s Packaging Company was the spot, and that’s where I met my man Rodney. He had been working at Smith’s for a year prior to me starting there. He was from 76th Street that ran behind the 7/11 convenience store. I had seen him at a few parties in Newport News, but I’d never met him. He was popular throughout Newport News because he wore a lot of jewelry and had gold in his mouth. We started kicking it a lot after work and I found out Rodney was getting good money on the hustling tip.
He drove a ‘93 Lexus GS that was money green and had a peanut butter leather interior. We were making good money at work, but not enough to explain all the stuff he had. Everywhere we went, he threw money around like it grew on trees. The girls that worked at Fines in Coliseum Mall used to love to see him come in the store.
We found out that we had been with a lot of the same females over the years. He knew a lot about Bethel Manor because his man, Anthony, used to go out there, mess with some females and play ball. Me and Anthony had bumped heads a few times because we knew a lot of the same females all over Hampton and Newport News, but I hadn’t seen him since he’d gotten in some trouble the year before, after fighting inside Denny’s on Mercury Boulevard. By the end of the summer of ‘94, me and Rodney were the best of friends. Although I was making over $1100 a month on my checks after taxes, I wanted some of that money Rodney was seeing.
I bought a ‘92 Sentra that August so I wouldn’t have to keep driving my father’s Datsun around. Tammy didn’t have a car, so I used to take her to Thomas Nelson or just let her take my car. Since I worked at night, I was free for most of the day but it was hard to get up before 10 am on most mornings. I introduced Tammy to Rodney soon after I started working at Smith’s Packaging and he had the same reaction as everyone else. “Damn!” He was ready to spend all his money on her.
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