by Bianca
“I’m good, fam. I promise,” I said and tapped him on his chest with the back of my hand before sliding in my car and shutting the door.
I blew the horn at him after I had backed out the yard to head home. I could have told Malice that I was low key kind of jealous that I didn’t have my own family and shit. I mean… even Trent came out of jail and now he had two kids, not including Kam, and here I was with no one. A year or so ago, I was messing with a girl that I met on Tinder, and she turned out to be crazy as hell, so I cancelled her, and only used Tinder to get my dick wet.
Forty-five minutes later, I was pulling into my yard. The house I grew up in used to be in this spot, but I had it torn down. Now, I had my own four- bedroom, three-bathroom house standing here. I could have had the old house renovated, but there were just too many bad memories in there that I didn’t want. The land was already paid for, so why not use it and save me a couple of dollars.
Once I was in the house, I kicked off my shoes and went into my room to start my shower. I was so tired that I knew the moment my head hit the pillow, I was going to be knocked the fuck out.
Frank
I had been staying in Mayhem’s guest house for a week now, without talking to Alex, and honestly, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Well, the first couple of nights were the hardest because I had to stop myself from texting her. Every time I started thinking about her, I started doing sit-ups and push-ups, which was part of the reason why my abs were hurting right now. It was stressful as hell to me, and a nigga could barely get out of bed to eat. Emma had to bring me soup, and I would eat a few bites of it and then put it away. A nigga hadn’t even showered in a week. Mayhem would text me and ask me if I was okay, and I told him yes, but I didn’t want any company. He’d left me alone. I hadn’t seen him since our meeting at the beginning of the week.
As the days went along, not contacting her got easier. However, I was still watching my home from my phone. The first few nights, she was laying in the bed, crying, and it was odd, because the only time I had ever seen her cry was when I was locking her ass up in The Box. Just like I had been reserved with her, it seemed as if she was reserved with me as well. Something was different about her, and I honestly couldn’t put my finger on it. After her background check checked out, I tried to shake the feeling away. If I hadn’t learned nothing else from Ricky, I learned to always trust my gut, but there was no way that Alex was anybody other than who she said she was.
While I was lying in the bed, staring at the ceiling, I heard a small knock on the door.
“Come in,” I answered.
Emma walked in with my hamper full of clothes. Emma was Mayhem’s housekeeper, and she was a little old lady that was fun to be around. She’d been working with them ever since Olena had the twins. Mayhem wanted to make the transition into motherhood a little easier for her, so he hired Emma. She was nice and really good with the kids, and they all loved her.
“Mr. Wade, I have your clothes,” she said.
“You can set them in front of the bed,” I told her.
“Mr. Bailey wants me to wash your sheets today, and honestly, I think they could use washing,” she said and smiled at me.
“Ah, yeah, I can do that,” I told her.
I slid out of bed and started helping her pull the sheets and stuff off the bed.
“I got it, Mr. Wade. You go take a shower,” she told me.
Doing as I was told, I went in the bathroom and started the shower. After I started the shower, I came back out and looked through the hamper to get some fresh briefs, a t-shirt, and a pair of pants.
“Have a good day, Mr. Wade,” Emma said to me as she was walking out of the door.
The door slammed before I could reply to her. After I got my things, I noticed that there was a box hanging from under the bed. I pulled the box from under the bed and set it on the bed. I opened it and started sifting through it. It was full of old pictures, and the one that caught my eyes was of me and Mayhem when we were younger. Mayhem and I had to have been at least sixteen years old, and this picture was of the day that we had decided to drop out of high school together. I laughed and shook my head because we were dressed like shit.
“Let me get my dumb ass in the shower,” I said aloud.
I walked in the bathroom, and it was steamy, just like I liked it. I wiped the mirror a little so I could see my face while I brushed my teeth. After I finished brushing my teeth, I got undressed and got in the hot shower. The water felt so good running all over my body. Closing my eyes, I let the water run over my body. I hated going through bad times with Alex, but every time I was going through a bad time, I leaned on Mayhem. I’d been leaning on him since I was fourteen. He was the first friend that I ever had.
“Dude, do you talk?” some dude asked me.
It was my second week here, and I ain’t want to talk to nobody. I didn’t feel comfortable talking to nobody, especially after everything that I had been through over the last few weeks. This was a whole new element for me, and I hated it. I missed my parents, and I couldn’t get in contact with them. Ricky claimed that he didn’t know where they were and that he couldn’t call them even if he wanted to. I had been living in the house with that man for the last three weeks, and it had been hell. Hell. Fucking hell.
“Aye, you don’t hear me talking to you?” the dude asked and threw a piece of balled up paper upside of my head.
Whipping my head around to him, he held his hands up and laughed at me.
“The fuck you want, nigga?” I growled.
“I mean, I ain’t know if you talked or not. All you do is sit there and look stupid.”
“Don’t talk to me,” I told him and started back facing the board.
The way the classroom was set up, there were two rows of chairs in the center and four rows of chairs on each side of the classroom. So, if I was sitting straight, I would be facing the board, and if the dude was sitting straight, he would be facing me… well, the wall.
“Mr. Spice, our new student will talk to you when he feels like it. Leave him alone. I’m not going to ask you again, or I will be forced to give you detention for the next three days,” the teacher, Mr. Brock told him.
“Mr. Brock, I was just trying to figure out if he was slow or not. That’s all. He must be homeless; he wears the same thing every day, and he kind of smells,” he said to him and then looked back at me. “Where yo’ mama and daddy at?”
That did it. I jumped out of my seat, rushed over to him, and elbowed him in the nose. Grabbing him by the throat, I pulled him out of his seat and threw him to the floor. I grabbed his arm, twisted him around, and had him yelling out in pain.
“One wrong move, and I break your goddamn arm!” I hissed.
“Mr. Wade…” I heard the teacher, but it hadn’t registered that he was calling me. “Mr. Wade! Mr. Wade!”
I didn’t let him go until I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me turn around and grab the person’s hand, and in two seconds, I had him against the wall with his arm behind his back.
“I just want to be left alone! Why don’t nobody listen to me around here?”
“Aye, bro! If you break my arm, I’mma break every bone in your body before I kill you,” the boy I was holding against the wall said.
Realizing that he wasn’t in as much pain as Spice, I slowly let him go, and he turned around. He started shaking his arm and rubbing it where I had grabbed him at.
“Damn, nigga, where you learn that shit at?” he asked and laughed, but I didn’t see shit funny. Noticing that I wasn’t laughing, he stuck his hand out and said, “Pryor, but everybody calls me Mayhem. You good, fam?” he asked, but I ignored him and went back to my seat.
“Mr. Wade?” Mr. Brock said and walked over to me. “I called your name a hundred times, but you didn’t listen to me not one time. I’m going to write you up for three days of after school detention. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” he said and walked away from me and over to Spice, who
was now back in his desk holding his broken, bloody nose.
After school, I had the slip in my hand that read what room detention was going to be in. Slowly walking in the room, I handed the teacher at the front of the desk the slip and walked to the empty seat. Just so happen the empty seat was in the middle of this gang called the Chitown Thugs. Crazy gang name, but it was what it was. They had on black hoodies with the letters C and T spray painted on the front. They all wore their hair braided to the back, and if I was a scary nigga, they would have been scary. I took my seat and stared at the board.
“Aye, nigga, we were saving that seat for one of our niggas. You need to get the fuck up,” one of the dudes said.
Ignoring them, I continued to look straight ahead. Detention was from three-thirty to five. The only thing that was on my mind was what I was going to tell Ricky. He was a stickler for time, and I had training at four o’clock. I knew that being an hour late was going to result in bad consequences.
“You ain’t hear me talking to you?” the dude growled from behind me.
“Freddy, calm down,” the teacher at the front of the room said.
“Shut the fuck up, nigga, before I get my big brother on you. You know he’ll fuck you up,” he snapped, and the dude shut right the fuck up.
I knew that Chicago was notorious for gangs, but I couldn’t believe that the teacher was scared of a fourteen-year-old kid. I scratched my head and continued to look ahead. Moments later, Freddy was standing over me, prompting me to stand up. Both me and Freddy were standing nose to nose. I heard the door open and close but didn’t look away until the dude Mayhem was standing next to us.
“Stall him out, Freddy,” Mayhem said and patted him on the chest with the back of his hand.
“Frank, let’s roll,” Mayhem said, but I kept my eyes on Freddy.
“Frank,” he called out again and nudged me, making me look at him.
“Yeah,” I responded.
“Come on, bro,” he said to me.
“Where we going? I thought this don’t end until five,” I said, looking at my watch.
“I know the teacher. We good,” he replied.
“You sho?”
He nodded his head. I picked up my book bag and followed Mayhem out of the classroom. I stayed on alert in case Mayhem was on some fuck shit and tried to get me out of here to get my ass beat or something. Once we were outside, he pulled his hood on his head, and I pulled the jacket I was wearing tighter, as if this thin ass shit would help with the cold. At least I had on a pair of boots.
“Frank,” he called, but I ignored him, making him nudge me again.
“Stop that shit. Why you always nudging me?” I growled.
“Well, when people call your name, it’s like you don’t hear them. Either Frank is not your name, or you are hard of hearing,” he said.
I waved him off and kept walking.
“Frank, I can tell that you not from here, and to be honest, I don’t know how much you gon’ last out here with the route you are taking.”
“As you can see, I can handle my own.”
“Yeah, I get that, but these niggas out here carry guns, nigga,” he said and raised his shirt up to show me his piece, prompting me to wonder how the fuck he got that in the school. “That fighting shit cool, but can you dodge a bullet?” Mayhem asked me, which had me thinking.
“You in C.T?”
“Hell nah, nigga. I don’t do that gang shit. I’m a one-man army. People respect me because of my pops, and somebody in their family probably works for him. His name Korupt. Korupt Bailey. Ask anybody around here about the Bailey family, and they’ll be able to tell you,” he said proudly.
“Okay, cool. Well, my ride is right there in the black car, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you saving me from detention, I guess,” I told him.
“Frank,” he said, and looked around before continuing, “or whatever your name may be,” he whispered. “Look, I’m about the coolest nigga you gon’ be able to fuck with around here. Also, I want you to teach me that fighting shit. I can fight, but it seems like you know that Jackie Chan shit,” he said, making me laugh. “Oh shit, you do laugh.”
Before I could respond to that, Ricky blew that loud ass horn.
“That’s ya pops? Nigga impatient as fuck,” Mayhem said, looking at the car.
“Hell nah, but I have to go before he blows the horn again. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I told him.
He held his hand out, and I shook it, making him laugh.
“Nah, family, you do it like this,” he said and showed me this handshake. “That’s the cool universal handshake we do here in Chicago. Niggas greet each other like that unless they in a gang and they have their own handshakes. We do that so you can distinguish real niggas from the pigs that be snooping around here.”
“Got it,” I told him and walked away from him and got in the car.
Once I was in the car, he threw his head back and continued to stand right there until I saw another young boy run up to him. He put his arm around him, and they started walking away from the car.
“Don’t you go hanging around that young thug ass nigga. Do you understand me?” Ricky said.
“Yeah,” I replied.
My phone blaring brought me back to the present. That was the start of my and Mayhem’s friendship. It started when we were fourteen years old. It got deeper as the time went on, but I’ll get to that later. After I washed myself thoroughly, I turned the water off and got out the shower. When I got out the shower, I checked my phone to see who was calling me, and it was Alex. I wanted to call her back, but we needed to be separate from each other. I put my phone back on the nightstand, and before I could walk away, I got an alert.
My Girl: Frank, where are you? I haven’t seen or heard from you in a week. Just wanted to make sure that you were okay.
Me: You are fucking liar. You don’t give a damn about me. I think it’s time that I set you free.
My Girl: *1 image attached* Set me free, and let another nigga get in this wet pussy.
My eyebrow went up because this girl had never sent me a sexy picture like this. The only naked pictures of her I had were the pictures that I took on my own. My dick instantly started standing up at the thought of sliding in her. I guess it took too long for me to reply because she sent me another text.
My Girl: Frank, please come fuck me! Please!
Not having to tell me twice, I put my shoes on and walked out the door. I walked up the yard and knocked on the sliding door of the kitchen, getting the attention of Mayhem, who was sitting and rocking Pier, and Olena was feeding the twins. He nodded his head and got up to unlock the door.
“You straight?” he whispered when he opened the door.
“Yeah, I was just letting you know that I was getting ready to slide home really quick,” I told him.
“Why?”
“Alex texted me and told me that she wanted me to come and fu-freak her.”
Mayhem sighed and shook his head.
“Aight, man; be careful.”
I dapped him up and headed to my car. Once I was in my car, I started blasting Pimp C and started rapping along to the music while I was headed to my house. The moment I pulled in my gate, my dick started to get hard. I wanted Alex to ride my dick while I sucked on her pretty ass titties. She loved when I sucked on them. That shit got her really wet, and she’d be raining down on my dick. I threw my car in park so fast that I almost broke that shit.
When I rushed in the house, it was dark. I crept to toward the room slowly, and I heard the slow jams playing. I pushed the door open, and Alex was laying in the middle of our king-sized bed with a purple lace lingerie set, and she looked so fucking good in it. She spread her legs, and I had a clear view of her little pussy.
“Wow, I thought I was going to have to get started without you, baby,” she whispered.
Immediately, I started getting out of my clothes. She got out of the bed and got on her knees. I was so excited to get my
dick sucked that pre-cum instantly started oozing from my dick. I couldn’t remember the last time she sucked my dick. Once my briefs were off, I stood in front of her, and she closed her pretty ass lips around the head of my dick and licked off the pre-cum before running her tongue over my piercings. I had three bars in a row under my shaft, and it felt good as fuck when she rubbed her tongue on it. After they healed, it was sensitive as fuck, but enough slob and rubbing her tongue on them would have me nutting like crazy.
“Get it wet, Alex,” I groaned after I gripped her hair.
She moved my hand out of her hair before she gripped my shit with both of her small ass hands and went to work on my shit. I wished that she would let me grip her hair and face fuck her, but she said that she didn’t like that shit. Alex could only put like eight inches of my eleven-inch dick in her mouth. We tried everything, but she couldn’t fit it in her mouth, but I still enjoyed getting head from her.
“Agghh,” I groaned when she took my dick out her mouth and started sucking on my balls while she kept stroking my shit. “Alex, baby, I’m getting ready to cum. Can I cum in your mouth? Let me cum in your mouth, bae,” I whispered.
She didn’t reply, so I knew that she wasn’t going to let me do it. She put my dick back in her mouth and stroked long enough until she felt the cum shooting through my dick, and she pulled it out of her mouth and stroked my nut on her cleavage. She didn’t let me cum in her mouth because my dick be shooting out a lot of cum, and she damn near choked the first time she tried it. She only did it like two times after that, and she hadn’t swallowed my shit in years.
Pulling her up by her bra straps, I kissed her very sloppily before I pushed her on the bed. I straddled her and pulled her string to the side. Just as I was getting ready to push inside of her folds, my dick went soft. I couldn’t do it.
“Frank…” she whispered. “What happened? Put it in me.”
“I’m sorry, Alex,” I said and crawled off her and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m not feeling it right now. I just can’t…” I said and trailed off.