by Jontu'
When I was about 7 years old, my parents had gotten addicted to dope real bad and they were the type that would do anything for that next hit, the type that would sell their soul and anybody around them just to get high. At the time, Gio was 12 and had started hanging out in the streets more. He couldn’t stand to be at home with our parents; he hated them and never let a day go by that he didn’t let them know it. Me on the other hand, I was too young to be anywhere but up under them.
One day my mom had come home and she was on one; she kept saying how she needed a hit real bad and was ready to do anything to get high. I sat in the bathtub playing with my legos with the door closed and locked. As I heard my mother shuffling back and forth like she was losing her mind, my father and his friends were sitting at the kitchen table gambling. Whenever my father had company, I would come lock myself in the bathroom; his card games always ended in some kind of altercation, so I felt like it was the safest place for me. This particular day, I was playing with my toys as I tried to drown out the sound of my mother tweaking, and my father and his rambunctious group of friends.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
“Peanut bring yo ass out that damn bathroom!” my mother yelled from the other side of the door. I remained quiet as I shook my head no, as if she could see me.
“PEANUT! Open this fucking door, I need you,” my mother pleaded with me as tears began to roll down my cheeks. Every time my mother said she needed me, I found myself in situations that made me sick to my stomach. After a minute, the knocking stopped and I heard my mother walk off. Relieved, I went back to playing with my toys but after a couple of minutes, the door had popped open and my mother came and snatched me out the tub in one swift motion.
“Didn’t I say I needed you Jahlil Mekhi fucking Jones!” she yelled in my face. I nodded my head yes as tears formed in my young eyes. My mother dragged me out of our apartment as we headed up the stairs, and I already knew we were headed up to my Aunt Brenda’s apartment. Whenever we would go up there it would be at least two other women up there, and they would take me into the room and make me perform oral sex on them, and they would touch on me until mama came in and told them that was enough. Afterwards, mama would always take me out for ice cream or to the store and explain to me that if I didn’t help her out like that then she would die. I remember one day after one of her episodes, as we were on our way to the corner store for some juice and candy, I asked her why did I have to do things with the other women if she was the one that would die without my help, and why she couldn’t just go to the doctor like everybody else does when they are sick. That day my mother was stumped; by then I was going on 9 years old, and I wasn’t as naïve to certain things as I once had been. Mama never had answered my question; she just rushed me into the store and told me to grab whatever I wanted.
The day my parents died was still a little fuzzy to me; sometimes I sit and think about it and in my heart, I know that it was no accident but in order for me to move past it all, I just keep it in the back of my mind and try my best to not think of it. After the day that I had asked my mother that question, her episodes came few and far in between; she really only made me go upstairs with her if she was really fiending for a hit and she had no other way of copping any dope.
One day I was at home watching TV on the couch when my father came into the house and began to beat mama, because he needed a hit and she hadn’t copped anything for them. Mama told him that she didn’t want to take me with her to cop and my daddy wasn’t trying to take no for an answer. After about thirty minutes of them arguing and him bouncing her head off every wall in our small apartment, he left out in a rage. A little while later, my father came back in the house with an older man that I had seen outside on the block that they called Remo. I continued to watch TV as Remo approached me and began to stroke his chin, staring at me while seated next to me on the couch. I began to feel uncomfortable as the older man stared at me, so I shifted a little and moved closer to the opposite end of the couch.
My parents had retired to their bedroom as soon as my father and Remo entered the apartment. A few seconds later, Remo grabbed me by the back of my neck with one hand, and at the same time he unzipped his pants with the other hand. I began to scream, hit, and kick to get away from him, but I was too small in his massive hands to escape. I called for my mama and daddy, but neither came and I began to sob as this man that I saw everyday outside in my neighborhood attempted to have his way with me. Just when I felt like I couldn’t fight any longer, Gio walked in the house and as soon as he saw what was taking place, Gio pulled me away from Remo and pushed me toward the front door.
“Go stand outside and don’t move until I get there!” Gio told me. I ran outside scared out my mind, because I didn’t want Remo to hurt my brother.
After about 5 minutes, Gio came running outside and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the street. Once we were a couple of blocks over from our house, Gio slowed down and bent down; looking into my eyes, my fourteen-year-old brother promised me that from that day forward he would always be there to take care of me, and I didn’t have a thing to worry about. That night we didn’t go home; instead, we took the bus to our Aunt Trina’s home. She was my father’s eldest sister, and one of the only family members that we actually saw regularly.
The next morning, we awoke to the sounds of my Aunt Trina’s cries; when we entered the kitchen where she was sitting at the kitchen table crying, she explained that our parents had been killed in a house fire. Apparently, the stove had been left on for a couple of hours and the kitchen had caught on fire, but my parents as well as Remo were too high to wake up before the apartment was engulfed in flames. All three of them had died before help could arrive. That was the day that Gio and I moved in with my Aunt; that only lasted for about a year though because as soon as Aunt Trina started dating this thug ass nigga named Terrance, who was fresh home from a 5-year bid in the penitentiary, she no longer had room for us in her home. Gio and I were on our own, but he was coming up in the streets and after a couple of weeks of us bouncing all around the city sleeping here and there, he was able to get us an apartment of our own in this older female’s name that he was messing with. From that day on, it was only Gio and I and I loved and respected my older brother, because he rescued me in more ways than one.
Those days were long gone, but I always thought on the past and how much I could have went through had Gio not come in that day when Remo tried to molest me. I had a lot of trust issues due to the fact that my parents, the ones who were supposed to love and protect me, were the ones who hurt me and took advantage of my innocence for their own self-gain. Sometimes I had my dark days, and it was hard for me to even want to be around others; I would lash out on anybody and everybody, but I just had to get over it on my own. Oral sex was something that I had never performed on a female until Laela. I had never given any of the other girls that I had dated or fucked before head because of my prior experiences as a child, but with Laela I didn’t even think about it. I was so in love with her that I wanted to know what every part of her felt and tasted like.
I wasn’t positive if Gio actually had a hand in the deaths of our parents or if it was just pure coincidence, but I never even wanted to know the truth. I had done great without them in my life; my brother had raised me to be a man and although I had my faults, I still was doing better than a lot of niggas my age. A lot of them didn’t make it to their high school graduation, and for that I was forever grateful for Gio. I could never fault him even if he was the cause of my parent’s death, because I know that he did what he had to do for us and it was okay. I used to wonder if Gio hated my parents because he had gone through the same things that I was subjected to at a young age, but the subject of our parents was touchy for the both of us, so I never got the courage to even ask him. I decided I should just be grateful for getting away and move on with life.
The day of graduation, I was a big ball of nerves but I wasn’t sure why; this was a big step in my life and I was
glad that I had finally made it. I had many days being out in them streets where the money was good, and I knew if I dedicated more time there would definitely be more money. Those were days where I would skip school or just altogether feel like fuck school, but I had to remind myself daily that at the end of the day, the streets didn’t love you and I didn’t want to become another statistic. Too many of my friends had fallen victim to the streets at a young age. Out here, we heard story after story of young men and women that were shot and killed out here, and too many niggas I knew were sitting down serving football numbers for the things that they did out here, living life like there wasn’t any repercussions for wrongdoing.
No matter what the money looked like and the fame felt like, I had a lot ahead of me and I planned to live that out. I wanted Laela to be by my side as I lived my life; college, NFL, kids, all that was good – I wanted to share with her. Thoughts of Laela were halted as I felt my dick being snatched out my boxers; warm wet lips slid down to the base, and saliva dripped down my balls as I let out a low moan, enjoying the head that Ericka gave me. After Ericka went to handle that shit for us, I let her come back to the spot. I didn’t want to be alone and since my bitch wasn’t around, I had settled for the next best thing.
Ericka was a little freak bitch from around the way that I fucked with more often than I should; I didn’t really have any feelings for her, but I respected her hustle because she was definitely about her money. She was a year older than me, and I had been dealing with her for about two years. She was the perfect little side bitch though; she played her position, and I didn’t have to worry about her going and running her mouth about what we had going on to anybody to where it would get back to Laela. Leala knew of Ericka from the block and knew we were cool, and the Squad occasionally used her for small jobs around, but she recently had begun to run packs on our out-of-state missions when we sent a few girls to different states with sliders a few times a month. Ericka was smart, unlike these other little broads that loved to run their mouth about whose dick they was sucking and fucking, which always started a bunch of drama and in turn caused their water to run dry; I didn’t have those issues.
I fucked other hoes occasionally, but I loved my bitch. I was a real hood nigga with money and the hoes came a dime a dozen, so yea I indulged at times but I didn’t love none of these other hoes, and they definitely didn’t get the boyfriend treatment. I would use them for what they had to offer and that was it; more times than none, all they could really do for me is get my dick wet and get me some money. I didn’t want anything more than that from these raggedy ass bitches anyway. I kept my shit tight though; I couldn’t have these hoes out here trying to play my bitch, trying to make her look stupid because of what I was out here doing. I took care of Laela and let every bitch knew that the wifey position was already filled, and they could enjoy the ride and perks of fucking with a real nigga but anything more wasn’t happening. They could either go with the flow or kick rocks; it never made me any never mind either way – it was hella hoes out here.
Ericka began to slurp faster and with more force as she twirled her pierced tongue around the head of my dick, and forced it down her throat without gagging. Her throat was deep and her head game was A1, but I would rather just get sucked by her than to fuck on her because even though her head was excellent, her pussy was just average. She had cream, but her shit didn’t grip my dick and I liked that tight shit. I was enjoying the moment and my nut was building up, so I began to pump roughly into her mouth; she kept that shit sloppy and was taking it like a champ as I continued to stab at her tonsils. She gripped my balls and began massaging them as she went in on my dick, sucking it and making loud suction noises.
I watched her as my dick appeared and disappeared down her throat; just as I felt my nut coming, she jumped up and sat down on my dick while stroking near the base.
“Fuck!” I moaned; she smiled a sneaky smile and began bouncing up and down on my wet dick. I grabbed her waist and guided her motions too control her pace. I started slow to ease my dick in her, and then started beating her shit up.
“Grip my dick,” I commanded as I slowed up the pace so that her pussy muscles could grip my shit.
“Mmmm Jahlil this dick is good,” she said.
“Bitch don’t call me by my government, the fuck you doing?” I growled as I slammed her down hard onto my dick.
“Aagh!” she yelled out as I tried to punish her with my dick. I continued to fuck her with no mercy and held her tight as she tried to run. My dick was long and thick, so I knew she was feeling the pain but so what; I needed my nut and she had fucked up by calling me by my government like we were intimate – nah bitch, this was just a nut and nothing more. As I pounded into her my nut built up and as my dick began to squirt off, I tried to push her off me but she clamped her legs around me and held me inside, until I had released all my babies inside of her.
“Damnit!” I said as I roughly pushed her thick ass off of me. I fucked up by running up in her raw, but she caught me off guard and I didn’t even think about it until now.
I went and hopped in the shower, thinking about graduation. I had to hurry up and get dressed. I still had to get back to the town and meet up with the Squad at Laela’s house before we all left to go to the school. I stepped out the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist. As I entered back in the room, Ericka was laying in the bed on her phone scrolling through Instagram. I reached into my pants pocket and threw her a few blue faces, and told her to go buy a Plan B pill because I already knew her dumb ass wasn’t on any birth control.
It was fucked up; even the smartest of hoes could become dumb behind dick. Most bitches didn’t have a pot to piss in but wanted to trap a nigga with a baby, thinking it would change something and he will become their meal ticket. So many hoes thought like that and then ended up single parents, while that nigga lived his life and wasn’t giving their ass two thoughts.
She looked at me like I was crazy when I tossed the dough at her.
“What, the fuck you looking like that for?” I asked as I grabbed my clothes out of the bag from the closet.
“Why you act like I ain’t good enough to carry your baby?” she asked; I whipped around hella quick – was this bitch retarded?
“Bitch I got a whole ass girlfriend and she gonna be the only bitch to carry my seed, period – so shut all that punk shit up because you know what the fuck this is, and if you tripping then you can cut!” I yelled at her while staring in her tear-stained face.
Fuck, I didn’t need this right now but I knew I would have to finesse her a bit, because I couldn’t have her react on her feelings and do something stupid because of some dick that wasn’t ever hers to begin with. She got up and shook her head, wiping tears from her cheeks as I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“My bad boo, I’m still a little uptight from everything going on but you already know my situation.” I had lowered my voice and began rubbing her back in hopes of calming her down before I continued to speak, “I got love for you, but you know I am not trying to even think about having kids right now, I’m young and having fun, so go get the Plan B pill and cut all that crying shit out.” She looked at me and nodded her head. “A real nigga graduating today ma, let me enjoy the day, aight?”
“Yeah, my bad boo I guess I was just tripping off losing this dick,” she said.
I pulled up to Laela’s house and I could see that everybody else was already there, so I hopped out my whip and walked up to the front door as I rang the doorbell. I checked myself out; I was fly as shit in a pair of silver-mirrored Giuseppe sneakers, with a pair of white True jeans held up by an all-white Giuseppe quilted leather plaque belt, and topped off with a blue, white, and silver button-up Burberry shirt. Yeah a nigga was fly as hell.
I looked up as Jaeda’s cousin Jamiya came to open the door. Every time I came around, her ass was eye fucking me something serious. I pushed past her and headed towards the upstairs family room
where I heard everybody laughing. Jamiya and her sister Tamia were thots; from the West to the East, I knew plenty of niggas that had a story or two to tell about their freaky asses, and those hoes were reckless. They loved to trick off their money partying and getting high with anybody that was willing to show them an ounce of attention. It was sad because they were making their father look bad. Big Ken was the man in the streets, but his wife and girlfriend were the hottest strippers that everybody had seen naked, ass and titties bouncing all over, and his daughters were loose and a nigga from damn near every spot had done something freaky with their asses. Tommy was as real as it got when it came to his family. I’m glad that Jaeda and Laela were nothing like their hoe ass cousins.
I walked in the room and greeted everybody as Laela walked up to me and kissed me on my lips. I missed my baby and I couldn’t wait until tonight when I could be up under her, and under the skirt she had on. My babe was sexy as hell in a white skirt that stopped right above her knees, with a dark grey Burberry belt; the way the skirt hugged her ass and hips had me ready to bend her over in the bathroom before we cut. She was matching my fly with a royal blue Burberry button down blouse and some royal blue suede heels. Damn she looked good enough to eat, but that would have to wait.
“Hey babe, I got you something,” she said as she walked to the other side of the room and retrieved an all-black Gucci duffle bag out the corner, and placed it at my feet. I snatched the bag up off the floor and set it in my lap as I sat down. Opening the bag, I pulled out a fresh ass 49er jacket; I had been eyeing that jacket for months but never had a chance to get online to order it. I pulled out two boxes of cologne, the good shit too; both were new scents. Oh yea, babe had me right. Lastly, I pulled out a thick brown box that had Burberry written on top. I opened up the box to find a silver City watch with the blue face. Man – it was perfect with what I had on, so I threw that bitch on my wrist.