by Anjela Day
“What’s wrong baby?” Deuce said walking past me, and then pulled his dick out to pee.
“I got hot, so my nose started to bleed.” He took a rag, wet it, wiped my face, and kissed my cheek. He went back in his bedroom and tossed me a T-shirt.
Throw the other one in the trash,” he ordered as he climbed back in bed. I thought nothing of it and lay back beside him. I was still thinking about the girl’s name and picture that was in his phone and tried not to get mad.
In the morning, he took me back to Emily’s and all I wanted to do was sleep. A week had passed, and it was me that was avoiding his calls. I would see his boy at school and walk the other way.
I knew Deuce was a corner boy even though he would never tell me. Only problem, I never knew what corner he would be on. My best bet was to stay in the house, which was fine with me. I had the stomach flu and didn't want to go anywhere or do anything.
It had been two weeks of avoiding Deuce’s calls and Jayson at school. I walked over Emily’s house and sat on the porch.
“What up bitch?” Em said once she walked out the house.
“Yo’ man was over here. He gave me $500 to call him if I saw you. He told me he would give me another five not to let you leave. You fucked him didn't you?” She asked like I would tell her after all the stuff she had forewarned me about. I looked away and held my head down.
“Why would you fuck him? Now he gon’ think you did it for money,” Emily said. I was hella relieved when I saw Ray-Ray walking up the stairs. Emily had it bad for him; maybe her flirting with him would take the pressure off me.
“What up Ven? You’re looking good. Where yo’ nigga at?” Ray-Ray asked and started touching my leg.
“Hey Ray-Ray.” Emily couldn’t wait for him to get on the porch before she showed her excitement.
“Sup Em?”
“I don't have a nigga Ray-Ray,” I said and rested my head on Emily’s lap. She was texting, and I felt like I was about to lose my lunch.
“Damn bitch, yo’ body hot as fuck,” Emily said and rubbed my forehead.
“I know I keep getting the fuckin flu,” I lied. I had already went to the doctor last week and found out that I was pregnant. The sound of loud music filled my ears, and I sat up.
“Fuck”
“What Em?” asked looking guilty.
I looked down the street to see Deuce’s truck rolling up the street.
“Did you call him Emily?”
“No, I texted. Come on Ven its $500 girl. He just wants to talk to you,” Emily said like that made it ok.
“His mom hates me, she thinks I’m a whore. You were right all he wants to do is fuck.” I sighed and laid my head on her lap. Deuce pulled up in front of Em’s house. He got out the truck looking so good. He was rockingpolo, some True’s, and some Timbs. He had a snap back on and some dark ass Gucci shades.
He leaned up against his truck and looked at me. I looked back at him and he shook his head.
“Yo’ what up Ray-Ray?” He said as he walked onto the porch. “Come here my nigga, let me holla at you,” he said punching Ray-Ray as soon as he stood up. “Nigga, what I tell you about my girl?”
Ray-Ray stood to hit Deuce back, and Deuce punched him one more time. Ray staggered back and fell on the steps.
“Come here!” he said through gritted teeth. He pointed to his feet where he wanted me to stand. He went in his pocket and handed Emily some folded bills.
I stood up and walked over to him. I was nervous as fuck. I had seen enough Lifetime movies to know that the boyfriend always seem perfect till he was beating ya’ ass. He walked me over to his truck. He lifted me up and sat me on the hood.
“Why the fuck you look skinny?”
“I got the flu,” I said quickly.
“So, why the fuck you outside?” He walked between my legs and ran his hand over my hair. “Damn ma’, you look sick as fuck. You need some medicine?”
“No Deuce, what's up why you paying people to find me? My name not Sakima or ShaKeya whatever that girls name was.”
“See that’s what ya’ ass get for going through my phone. She just a bitch I go to school wit. Where yo’ chain I bought you?
I touched my neck and remembered my mother took it for her crack fix.
“I lost it.” Deuce gave me an icy stare just before he kissed my neck.
“You gon’ spend the night with me. I missed my pussy.”
“That’s all you missed?”
“No, I missed yo’ mean ass, but you lost the chain I bought you, so you owe me something.”
He slipped his tongue in my mouth and ran his hands down my back. He lifted me off the hot hood of his truck and opened the door. He helped me in and closed the door. Pointing his fingers like a gun, he pointed at Ray-Ray as he walked around to the other side of the car and got in. He turned up T.I. and pulled off.
We went back to his house and for the first time in a long time no one was home. He took me upstairs in his room and couldn’t wait to undress me. He locked his bedroom door. That was a new fixture. Sacario took his shirt off, tossed it on the floor, and then dropped his jeans. He started pulling on my shirt.
“Come here,” he said as he undressed me and rubbed his dick to get it hard.
“Is this all we gon’ do is have sex?” I asked feeling annoyed with him.
“Naw we can go to the movies, out to eat, whatever you want to do. Just give me a little bit. Come here.”
I sat on his dick, and he plunged inside of me. He held me down on his hard dick.. It felt so good, and my nipples were hard without him touching me. He was inside of me, and I wanted him to go deeper and harder. I felt so freaky.
“Um baby, it feels so good,” I said while hiding my face in his chest.
“It does ma?” he asked sounding shocked.
“Yes,” I moaned shocking myself.
“You feel real good too,” he said as he went deeper. He laid me on his bed and climbed on top of me. He was in me so deep and I don't know how it happened, but my body started to shake and I could feel myself cum all over his dick.
He smiled and continued to hit that spot making my body jerk. He came inside me and fell on top of me.
“Get up!” I yelled. I pushed him up and ran into his bathroom.
“What the fuck?”
I washed my face, rinsed my mouth, and then walked back into Deuce’s room. I lay back on his chest.
“Do you still love me Deuce?”
He rolled his eyes. I could tell he didn’t feel like being bothered with me.
“You gon’ ask me that every time we fuck?”
“Yes.”
“Then yes, I still do.”
He moved my hair behind my ear and rubbed my back. It felt so good. I really loved Deuce, and it made me cry at night knowing he didn’t feel the same way.
“I'm pregnant!” I blurted out; not knowing how he would react.
“What?” he said looking like he was about to fly off the handle.
“I’m having your baby.”
“How you know it’s mine?”
Oh, my God; I thought wanting to scream and cry at the same time.
“Really Deuce?” I said and sat up.
“Man, ma’ every time I see you wit that nigga Ray-Ray…..you even told me you cheated with him.” He sat up and pulled his ball shorts on.
“I kissed Ray-Ray Deuce, not sex, and you know this!”
“My pops said hoes were gon’ try and trap me! I didn't think you would be one.” He sucked his teeth and started to get dressed. He put his jeans on and went in his closet and got a stack of bills.
“Get an abortion, it’s not mine.”
I started to cry while putting on my clothes, and he kept looking at me.
“Man ma’, come here,” he said and held his arms out.
“No, I’m leaving,” I said and put on my air force ones. I pulled my hair in a ponytail.
“Man IT, I didn't think you were for real. Come here.” He pulle
d me in his arms and kissed my neck.
“Man, how old are you?” I don’t know why it was important how old I was now; I was pregnant.
“I’m13, but I will be 14 next week,” I said trying to make it a little better.
“My mom gon’ fuckin kill me,” He said sounding more nervous than I was.
“So, what you gone do?”
My eyebrow raised.
“I don't know. I’m scared. That’s why I haven’t called you.”
He took his jeans back off and climbed back in bed.
“Baby, what you gone do wit a kid?” he asked assuring me that I was in this alone.
“Come lay down. I got you.” He pulled me on his chest and even though I was scared shitless, he made me feel safe.
Deuce
The man in me wants to be her man. I keep telling myself that we gon’ be good. I hit the block every day so my paper looking good. I could make a few more moves, and man up and hold her down like a nigga should.
The nigga in me feels like this some bullshit. I’m not ready to be nobody’s daddy. I mean I like Venice, but she just a rat from the hood and hoes like her come a dime a dozen. I’m just gone drop her at home and give her the $500 for the abortion.
I looked at her laying beside me and I kind of felt bad. I really was feeling this girl, but that would be dumb to let baby girl have my seed. On top of that, admitting my mother was right! My pops would kill me! I felt like I couldn’t win for losing.
I dropped her off at her house. It was thefirst time I had ever been over there. She stayed in the hood. I mean half the niggas on her block, I served on a daily.
“This you ma?” She rolled her eyes and leaned over the seat, damn near on my lap.
“You still love me Deuce?” I’m not gon’ lie I wanted to say yeah, but I paused and kissed her face.
“Why you think my answer gone change?” I lifted up and went in my pocket and handed her the $500 I was gon’ give her for an abortion. “Look ma this 5 I’ll bring you some more when I get off work. I just need to hit the block. You gon’ call me?” I asked her with my eyebrow arched.
“You still want me to?”
“Man IT kill that. I said call me. Just wait till after ten. I will be off work.” I pecked her cheek and watched her get out the car and walk to the door, before I sped off. Truth was, I really didn't know what the fuck I was gon’ do. I wished I could talk to my pops, but that nigga would body me if he even thought I fucked up like this.
I drove over my nigga Jay’s house. Nigga was more like my brother than my friend. I knew if it was anyone that would help me figure this shit out it would be my nigga.
“Yo’ my nigga this you?” he said hopping in to my ride.
“Yeah you know how my pops get. Money to burn.”
“So, what up my nigga? I know that you didn't come to tell me about yo’ pops?” He took the blunt from my fingers and smirked.
“Man, she pregnant!”
“Who nigga?” Jay asked making me feel like I fucked a million hoes.
“Venice.”
“Nigga, say word, you fucked the hoe raw?”
“Man yeah-yeah, fucked up thing I was gon’ tell her to get an abortion, but I think I like her.”
“Nigga yo’ pops gon’ kill you! On top of that yo’ moms gone merk you. I would give the bitch the money to kill it.”
“Nigga, but I like her. If I do that she may never talk to me again.”
“I know you and right now you sounding like a pussy. How you know it’s yours? Yo’ nigga, I see her in school and all the niggas be on her.”
“Nigga its mine,” I sighed and slouched down in my seat. I looked over at my phone and ignored the call.
“Nigga that’s her?”
“Naw she cool, she don't call me like that, that’s Candi and she call me all fuckin’ day”
“You talking ‘bout big booty Candi? You fuckin her too?”
“Just once, maybe twice,” I told him.
“You know that they go to the same school?”
“So bitch, I don't go there!” I took the blunt and took another pull before starting my car. Jay got out and I was left alone with my thoughts. I drove around the city and all I could think about was what it would be like to be someone’s dad. I looked at my phone and called Candi. She was cool to fuck around with, but every time I saw her, she made it clear she wanted to be my woman.
“Yo’ ma what up?” I said soon as she answered.
“What’s this I hear about you kicking it with some little hood girl? So, you think you can play me and I’m gone be good?” she snapped like I was already her nigga.
“One, watch yo’ tone! Two, who I fuck, you have nothing to do with. You not my girl, we only fucking around. With that said I’m on my way over there. Yo’ parents there?” She smacked her lips and popped her tongue.
“No, they gone,” she said sounding like she was mad.
“Cool, I’ll be over in 15. Have that pussy right.”
I went over Candi’s house and laid up. She was cute and gave a good blow job but her pussy was already busted and she was only 17. She’d had two abortions that I knew of that she didn't think I knew about and always crying about being my girl.
“So, you gone tell me the truth?” she asked like I owed her something.
“Bout what?” I asked her with my eyebrow arched.
My phone started to ring and I looked down and pushed ignore.
“Who was that?” again she questioned me like we were a couple.
“Look little girl, I told you don't worry ‘bout what I do!” I looked at my phone ringing again and sighed.
“What up?” I said looking at Candi praying she didn’t say shit.
“Can you come get me?” Italy asked sounding like she was crying.
“Right now mama?” I really didn’t feel like moving.
“Please? I really need you.” I could hear in her voice that she was upset.
”Deuce, who is that?”
“Man, fall back Candi.”
“What's wrong bae?” I said trying to stop Venice from tripping before she started.
“Thought you had to work?” she yelled in my ear.
“I do, what's up”
“Nothing,” Venice whined.
“Man stop acting jealous! Where you at?”
“Jealous!” she yelled and then ended the call.
“Man Candi, you play too much! Move,” I said and walked out the door. I could hear her calling my name behind me, but I was so pissed I hopped in my truck and sped off.
I pulled up in front of Italy’s house, lay back in my seat, and then dialed her number.
“Hello.”
Can I speak to Ven?”
“She just left with her boyfriend?”
“Oh for real? Tell her D called.”
Her boyfriend; I mouthed.
I ended the call and pulled off. I was pissed that she would call me and bounce. I thought about going back and fuck Candi, but a call from Jay changed that.
“Yo bro, I got a solution to all yo’ problems.”
“Say word, you about to body Candi?”
“Nigga what? Nah I was talking ‘bout making some cash real fast! Meet me at my pops trap,” Jay said and I was really in my feelings not feeling like doing shit, but Money is King, so of course I headed towards the spot.
Italy
Chapter 8
Deuce really meant the world to me. That was the only reason I allowed him to continue to make a fool of me. I knew he didn't love me. After we would have sex, he would vanish for days until he got his next hard.
That didn't change the fact that I was in love with him. I prayed that I was wrong. I prayed that when I called him he would rush to me, but instead he was with the next chick. I let my mind drift, wondering if she lied in his bed, or if he was in hers. Did he give her money, or did she ride in his car, hell did he tell her the same lies he told me?
“You ready little momma,” the deep voi
ce said.
Foolishly thinking about Deuce, I had forgot the reason I called him. Big Dre stood before me and his eyes were full of lust. Big Dre was my mother’s dealer and also a trap star in our hood. He ran three traps and kept the other crews on their toes.
It was easy to tell what he was thinking from the way he licked his lips and rubbed his hands together. I called Deuce hoping that he would meet me at Em’s so I wouldn’t have to go through what my mother had planned for me.
I stood up, dusted my butt off, and walked out to big Dre’s car. He drove a big ass suburban and I remembered thinking that he was only like 5’9 so what the hell he needed such a big truck for.
We got in the car, he pulled off, and placedhis hand on my leg. His fingers crept up my thigh and I felt a chill up my spine, but not in a good way. I watched his hand intensely wishing that it would catch fire and fall the hell off me.
We pulled into a driveway and my body shook. I didn't know what was expected of me, but whatever it was Lord I knew it wouldn’t be good. He walked inside and I slowly followed. My heart felt like all the blood was being drained from me. My body moved like thick Syrup.
Deuce
I sat in the front seat of my truck with Jay; listing to his quick rundown on what he planned on doing.
“It’s like this. Big Dre supposed to be running my pop’s houses until he came home, but the nigga not paying the connect. Now he went and found a new connect, and left my pops with a fuckin debt of a hundred stacks. Not that my pops don’t got the cash, but I just hate that this nigga eating off my pops shit. Niggas feel like out of sight out of mind, but I’m ‘bout to show this nigga I’m not the one,” Jay said as he talked with his hands like they were action figures.
“So, nigga what we thinking on?” I questioned. He sucked his teeth and rubbed his hands together.
“My nigga is sitting on the big house. He said they just delivered a shipment in and ‘bout to break it down. My nigga Trace that’s in Dre’s camp said he just took some rat to a house to smash, and no one major is on the house so…”
“So, you want to ride out on this nigga with no plan?” I asked looking at my nigga like he was dumb. Truthfully I didn’t think the money would be worth it. I mean big Dre was a trap nigga, but he got his main supply from my pops, so how much could he be making. On top of that if he came up short, my uncle O would body that nigga, no questions asked.