THE DAUGHTER OF BLACK ICE (A Child of A Crack Head)

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by Shameek Speight


  Faith could feel the drugs running through her system that kept her feeling dizzy. She tried to fight it so she could figure out what the hell was going on. She tried to sit up but she couldn’t. She lifted her head and could see she was naked with a thick, long bandage wrapped around her stomach, completely covering it, and her legs were wrapped up. She looked around to see that she was in a very large, luxury bedroom, the size of two apartments. Across the room, she noticed another woman in her mid-thirties, shaking and standing naked. She was of light skinned complexion.

  “Come over here, now,” Black Ice ordered in a demanding tone. The woman inched her way towards him. “Both of you stand in front of her now.”

  Brandy and the next woman stood in front of Faith’s bed. Black Ice grinned while placing a five inch, double bladed, razor sharp knife on the bed.

  “What’s that for?” Faith asked in a weak tone.

  Black Ice smiled, showing off his set of perfect white teeth. He pulled a pack of Newport cigarettes out of his pocket and pulled one of them out of the box. Then he pulled out a small Ziploc bag that was the size of someone’s finger, filled with small crack rocks. Faith’s eyes grew wide because she had seen this same routine done before, many times, but only by one person, which was her mother. He stuffed the crack rock into the cigarette, pulled the lighter out of his pocket and lit the cigarette. The crack rock sparked up as he inhaled deeply, holding in the smoke, and then exhaling through his nostrils. The white part of his eyes turned dark red. Everything in Faith’s mind told her that she should fear this man, but for some reason, she didn’t.

  Who was he? Why does he feel so familiar and why is my mother the only person that smoked her cigarette mixed with crack like this man? If he smokes that stuff, could I be related to him in some type of way? Could he be my father? But how? Where has he been all my life? A million thoughts ran through Faith’s mind.

  The smell of crack lingered in the air. The screams of other women were getting louder, coming from outside of the steel bedroom door. Black Ice moved closer to the bed, exhaling one more smoke out of his nose.

  “All those questions you have been asking yourself your whole life, I’ll answer them. I’ll tell you who you really are and why your mother hates you so much,” Black Ice stated.

  “Really?” Faith replied, not believing her ears. All her life she felt empty, not knowing why her mother hated her.

  “Yes really, but there’s one catch. You must take the knife and pick one of these nice ladies, and then cut out something they really need or are going to miss very badly. If you’ll do that, I’ll tell you everything,” he bargained, while squinting his eyes at her as if he was looking at her soul.

  “Wait. What?” Faith asked.

  “You heard me child. It's not hard at all, just let your anger out. I promise you, you will enjoy it. You choose between the two of them. You can pick Brandy, whose only mistake was being nosey and trying to help you, or Nakia. I know if I had to choose one, it would be Brandy, just to see the sweet look of betrayal on her face,” Black Ice said and busted out laughing. “HAHAHA!” His laugh was dark and creepy, so it sent a funny sense through their bodies, causing their stomachs to bubble up.

  “What do you mean, cut out a body part?” Faith asked.

  Black Ice’s face twisted up and he tilted his head to the side and gave her a look that said, ‘Bitch really, you’re just testing my patience and this isn’t a test for me, but a test for you to see if you’re ready for the knowledge I will teach you.’

  “You’re not going to like me being pissed the fuck off,” Black Ice said through clenched teeth.

  Faith picked up the knife and looked at Brandy and Nakia, standing on the side of the nightstand of the bed. “Why the fuck y’all don’t run and get the fuck out of here?” Faith whispered.

  “You have no idea where we are and who that man is, do you? There is no running or escaping, compared to what the outside of this bedroom is like. You’ll wish for death. I watched him feed women to animals and his men gang rape women. We’re all dead, sooner or later. It's just a matter of time,” Brandy whispered back.

  Faith looked at both of the women with a confused look, but then remembered, it took her years to finally fight back the abuse that her mother put her through.

  Both women stood there trembling in fear, looking like night and day. Brandy was a thick, brown skinned woman with a little gut. Other than that, she was drop dead gorgeous with curly Brazilian weave in her head that stopped at her shoulders. Nakia was slim built and had to weigh no more than 120 pounds. She had double D sized breasts that looked like huge, honey melons. She had a beautiful smooth, clear skin complexion. Her hair was a mess as if she hadn’t used a comb or brush in months.

  Faith continued to look at both women, and then behind them was Black Ice. “I can’t do what you’re asking. That’s too much. These women haven’t done anything to me. Shit, if anything, Brandy helped save my life! Why the fuck would I want too-”

  Before Faith could finish her sentence, Black Ice stepped in between the two women. For a 6’2” tall man that weighed 230 pounds of pure muscle, he moved like a cat, fast and swift. He swung with only half his might, punching Faith in the jaw.

  “Ughhh!” Faith seen stars and tried to keep from choking on her own tongue. The blow was so strong that she said a few words that made no sense at all.

  “Bitch, I gave you the opportunity of a lifetime to know who you really are. I felt that was too soft,” he said, while grabbing her wrist and twisting it until the knife dropped out of her hand. Black Ice grinned, seeing she didn’t scream out in pain like a normal person.

  “Get off her; leave her alone!” Brandy shouted and hopped on his back. Her 160-pound body frame caused him to stumble forward for a second, losing his balance, but his strong thigh locked in place. He bent over, tossing Brandy over his shoulder.

  “Ahhhhh!” she screamed as she hit the wooden floor so hard, it knocked the wind out of her.

  “No! No! Don’t hurt her!” Faith pled and tried to ease off the bed, but couldn’t, forgetting for a minute that she was badly hurt.

  “I asked you to do one simple fucking thing, child, and you froze the hell up like a punk! It was so easy. Let me show you,” Black Ice said and picked up the knife.

  Nakia seen the look in his eyes and took off running. “Noo! Noo!” She ran towards the bedroom door, knowing getting eaten alive could be better than anything Black Ice had in his plans for her. “Ughh ahh!” she screamed as Black Ice swiftly kicked her, knocking her off her feet.

  “Now, where the fuck you think you going, bitch? I have a lesson to teach the child and guess what? I choose you to demonstrate on.”

  “Noo! Ughh no!” Nakia cried out, her tears now soaking the wooden floor. She felt Black Ice’s huge hands grab her ankles. Knowing he had her in his grips caused Nakia to act a damn fool, screaming even harder and wiggling around. “Noo! Noo! Ahhh! No, help me! Help me, please!”

  Faith tried hard, but was unable to move. Whatever drug Black Ice had her on caused her body to become numb. The pain was starting to wear off. Her stomach cramped up and her shoulder ached like a pain she never felt before. Brandy stood on the floor freezing, unable to move, while screaming.

  “Ahhhh!” Nakia screamed, while being dragged to the next side of the large room. She felt a rope being wrapped tightly around both her legs, and then felt her body elevate.

  Black Ice had a rope running through one of the metal beams in the ceiling. As he pulled the rope, he lifted Nakia off the ground and up into the air. In three strong pulls, Nakia was now hanging upside down in the air, five feet high, dangling around. Black Ice grabbed her chin, causing her body to stop spinning around. “When I said take a body part, I mean that. It's so very simple, child,” he said in a dark tone and leaned in to kiss Nakia.

  Fear was written all over her face as own tears blinded her, from too much water in her eyes. She took her lips in so he couldn’t kiss her.


  “Hmm,” Black Ice grinned, showing off his perfect smile. “Hahahaha! You bitch need a little attention and she don’t know how to act,” he said, and then squeezed her cheeks so hard, Nakia could feel her teeth cracking and the taste of blood in her mouth.

  “Ughh! Ahhh! No! No!” she managed to say. Just as her lips poked back out, Black Ice grabbed her bottom lip and pulled it out, stretching it. “Umm! Ummm!” Nakia screamed, trying to squirm free from the ropes. She reached for his face and tried to claw out his eyeballs, but he just knocked her hands down as if she was a child reaching for a toy.

  “You do it like this,” he said, while keeping his eyes on Faith across the room on the bed. In one swift move, he swung his right hand that held the double bladed knife and sliced off Nakia’s bottom lip. Before Nakia could react from what just happened and scream in pain, he grabbed her top lip and sliced it off.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Assh!” Nakia hollered in excruciating pain, while choking on her own blood. “Ahhh!” She continued to scream and wiggle to get free. She tried to do a sit up so she could reach the rope on her ankles, but she never been to a gym in her twenty-nine years on earth, so doing a sit up was impossible, especially upside down. ‘Shit, why would I need to go to the gym or do a sit up? I never gain weight, I will stay this perfect size for life,’ Nakia used to tell herself every day. But for the first time in her life, she wished that things were different.

  Black Ice smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary, while looking at the fact that Nakia didn’t have lips, and it made it look like she was smiling. All you could see was her teeth and gums, covered in dark red blood. Nakia looked up and could see her lips on the floor. She watched Black Ice’s brown Timberland boots, slowly stepping on them, squirting blood and the insides in all directions to flatten and completely dry them. “Hahahahaha!”

  Nakia, Brandy and Faith knew he wasn’t human and that he was something else evil. He grabbed Nakia’s left arm. She tried to yank it away, but there was no use. Black Ice looked at Faith. “If you want to know who you are, watch. This is who you are; you are me. If not, then you are her. Pick one child. Do you want to be the predator or the prey, to be helpless or to be the monster? There’s only two people in the world, you’re either the sheep or the wolf. You can’t be both, baby, so sooner or later, you’re going to have to pick one. And trust me child, it’s in your nature to be a wolf,” Black Ice said and grabbed Nakia’s side of her breast, squeezing it. “Hmm, it looks like a giant Kiss candy bar,” Black Ice said and began to laugh, while gripping it even tighter. He raised his right hand that held the knife and began to slice sideways on her breast as if he was slicing up a tomato in halves.

  “AHAHAH! Nooo!” Nakia screamed as the sharp knife cut through her flesh. Blood oozed out of the new wounds from her breast, dripped down her neck and into her face, and then into her mouth. “UGHH USHH!” Nakia spit out the fat, trying her best not to choke on her own blood. “Ahhhh!” She continued to scream in excruciating pain while squirming around. She prayed that she would become free.

  “Shut up bitch, you’re screaming way too fucking much!” Black Ice hollered through gritted teeth, losing his patience from the sound of her voice. He plugged the knife deep inside of her.

  “Ughh! Ahhhhh!” Nakia gasped for air when she felt the knife deep inside of her. She could feel that it pierced her, just below her stomach.

  Faith’s eyes opened wide in disbelief. She covered her mouth with her left hand to keep from screaming. ‘What the fuck! Who is this man and why is he doing this?’ Faith thought.

  Brandy stood naked on the floor, crying hysterically, “This is only a dream. This can’t be real because things like this don’t happen in real life.”

  Black Ice turned his head and looked at both of them. ‘He’s enjoying this. I can’t believe this sick fucker is enjoying this shit,’ she thought to herself.

  Black Ice gripped the handle of the knife that was jammed deep in Nakia’s lower stomach, piercing her bladder. She tried to scream, but she couldn’t catch her breath. Something was keeping her from breathing right. She gasped for air as her tears dripped out her eyes and traveled down her forehead on to the wooden floor.

  Black Ice’s face grinned while pulling down the knife, the sharp razor blade that ripped her insides. Black Ice licked his lips as he continued to pull down, tearing open her stomach.

  Nakia’s body shook back and forth, like a fish out of water, as he pulled the knife all the way down to her chest and yanked it out. Faith and Brandy’s eyes popped wide open in fear and disbelief.

  “How the fuck is she still alive?” Faith asked out loud.

  Black Ice looked towards her with a psycho look on his face. “You’d be surprised, child, how much pain the human can stand. It fights to stay alive and will continue to do so until the mind and the soul gives up,” Black Ice said. While looking at the long sliced wound he made, he stuck his fingers into the wound and forced it open.

  For the first time in minutes, Nakia was able to catch her breath and let out a piercing scream, “AAAHHHHHH!” She hollered at the top of her lungs. It was the last sound she ever made as her internal organs gushed out of her body, hit her in the face, and then hit the floor, looking like a pile of steaming raw meat. Her body bucked for a few more seconds then stopped, as she died with her eyes open, staring at Faith and Brandy.

  “OH GOD!” Brandy repeated while sitting on the floor, holding herself and rocking back and forth. “This can’t be real, this can’t be real,” she said, and then covered her mouth, as she felt the vomit travel from her stomach to her throat and out of her mouth. She tried to swallow it and push it back down but couldn’t. The vomit pushed its way up out her mouth and through her fingers as she tried to cover her mouth. “USSH! UGH!” She coughed a few times as vomit came out of her nostrils.

  “You nasty little bitch, you’re going to clean that up!” Black Ice shouted and then walked over to Faith, whose mind was still trying to register all what she witnessed.

  ‘What the hell was going on?’ She stared at Nakia, hanging upside down by her feet, gutted like a pig, with all her insides now on the floor in a pool of blood. “Huh!” Faith said, surprised how fast and quick Black Ice could move.

  He was now standing in front of her with a rag in his hand. “You’re not ready yet, I’ll know when you are and then, I’ll come for you,” he said. He then put the rag over her mouth and nose.

  “MMMM! STOP! STOP! What are you doing?” Faith screamed, but it came out muffled. She tried to fight but was still too weak from her injuries. She smelled something funny on the rag, something sweet, as her eyes became heavy from inhaling the chemical. Soon, she was lying back down on the bed and unable to fight her sleep.

  He removed the rag from her mouth and nose. “Who are you?” She managed to whisper.

  He bent over and spoke into her ear in a low tone, “I am your father!” This was the last thing she heard before she lost consciousness.

  Chapter 4

  Faith felt a small sharp pain in her hand. “Get off of me! Get off of me!” she shouted while swinging. She felt his fists crash into her soft face.

  “Help! Help!” a woman screamed in pain while panicking.

  The sound of her voice caused Faith to open her eyes, while she was swinging wildly. The first thing she noticed was that she was in a completely different room. In the room she was in before, the walls were white. Faith stopped swinging to look at the lady in the pink nurse uniform, running towards the door with her right eye, screaming for help.

  “Help me!” She opened the room door and ran out.

  Not a second later, a dark-skinned, heavy set man appeared, dressed in a green scrub uniform, along with a short, heavy set brown-skinned woman in the pink scrubs, still holding her eye.

  “Where is he? Did he send you? Where am I?” Faith shouted, balling up her fists. She then realized an IV was in her hand and put both her hands up, preparing to fight. She ripped the IV needle out o
f her hand real fast, looking for any object she could use as a weapon. ‘That big fucker not about to cut me open like Black Ice did Nakia. Hell fucking no,’ Faith thought to herself as the dark-skinned, heavy set man stood by the door way with the lady in the pink scrubs, still holding her eye.

  Just then, another person had entered the room. “Hmmm,” Faith let out a soft moan without knowing it, as her defense lowered. She had never seen such a fine, handsome young man in her life.

  “Miss, please calm down, we’re here to help you. You are at Jamaican Hospital in Queens. I’m Doctor Monroe and you’ve been terribly injured, shot twice and burned all over your body. It looks like someone worked on you before you got here, removing one of the bullets that was stuck in you and stopped your bleeding, then dropped you off at the emergency room front doors. Do you remember anything miss?”

  “Huh,” Faith said. The sound of his voice had put her in a trance. She had forgotten where she was and that she was staring, but she couldn’t help it.

  Doctor Monroe was 5’11” with a wide, stocky frame, like he worked out every other day. He had a brown skinned complexion with a low fade haircut that connected to his goatee. He was, by far, the most handsome man Faith had ever laid eyes on. He looks almost as if he belongs on TV.

  “Miss, do you remember anything? Can you recall what happened to you?” The sound of his voice snapped her back into reality.

  “Huh,” she replied. ‘How do I tell him my mother abused me my whole life and pimped me out to dirty old men for drugs and money, and then she tried to kill me when I tried to fight back? Or better yet, should I tell him about the guy who claimed he was my father that gutted a woman alive in front of my face like a pig? Umm, I think it will be better if I just keep this to myself,’ Faith thought to herself. “Umm, I can’t remember anything. I just remember walking down the street, and then feeling a sharp pain and blacking out,” Faith said while holding her head.

 

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