by Twyla T
“Sit down girls; I have some things that I need to tell y’all. I didn’t think I would ever have to have this conversation, but I see now that it is needed,” Mrs. Miller said, which caused Charlotte to snap out of her thoughts. Before she could start talking, they heard sirens blasting and Cameron jumped right into her acting mode. Her mother and sister had figured out what she was doing without her even telling them.
Cameron opened the door and took off running and screaming before the police could get to the door. “He’s on his way back and he’s gonna kill me. He will be here soon. Y’all have to help me!” Cameron said through tears.
“Calm down ma’am! We won’t let him hurt you. Tell us exactly what happened,” one of the officers said while putting his arm around Cameron, trying to console her.
“I came here with my mother and we were trying to surprise my sister, but we were the ones who got surprised. We caught my husband here with my sister,” Cameron said while continuing to sob. The officer glanced at the door at Charlotte and she dropped her head. “He’s tried to kill me before, but I wouldn’t tell the cops what happened because he told he would finish the job. You can call the police in Mississippi and they will tell you. He’s supposed to be taking some kinda medication too, but he’s not. I want to have him committed,” Cameron said. While she continued her story, the officer to the side was making phone calls.
About three minutes later, Cameron was still crying, but when she heard a vehicle, she looked up and saw Malcolm’s truck turning the corner. She took off running and screaming towards the house. The cop had already called for backup and he also made a call to Mississippi to a buddy he knew on the force to verify Cameron’s story. When Malcolm got out of the truck, he took off running towards the house. He didn’t see Cameron run in, but in his mind, he thought she had shot herself. He never reached the door because the officers drew their weapons on him and he was forced to stop in his tracks. The white officer who made the call was the first to speak up.
“FREEZE AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!” he told him. Malcolm looked over to the black cop thinking he would help him out, not knowing anything about the details Cameron had just told them. When they saw a bloody shirt wrapped around his arm, that was enough for them to approach him and handcuff him. Malcolm didn’t go down without a fight. He swung on the officers and he connected with the black cop. He was satisfied because in his mind, the brother should have had his back. After jumping down on the cop and choking him for about five long seconds, he was pulled off by the cop’s partner. The fight didn’t last long, but just enough happened to make them follow through with their plans.
“What did I do? I need to make sure my wife is alright!” Malcolm was pleading with the officers, but all of his words fell on deaf ears. Before the officers made it, Cameron had scratched herself up and she looked like she had been a fight that she was really in. The officers didn’t need to know that her fist fight was with her sister; she only needed them to take Malcolm away. When the officer received the call back that he was waiting on, he signaled for his partner to lead Malcolm to the squad car and he walked into the house. Her story about the incident in Mississippi checked out and he was told that they had been waiting on Cameron to come forth. They would never admit to taking money from Malcolm to drop the case. In their minds, he was the fool because they would deny any word he said. One of the officers spoke with Cameron again and let her know that she would have to come down to the police station to make an official statement. She showed him the hole in the ceiling and also the ones in the wall and said that Malcolm had been shooting at her. The cop was so furious with Malcolm that he never asked her how he got his wound. In his eyes, Malcolm was already guilty and if they couldn’t hold him on any charges, they were already making arrangements to have him shipped to a mental facility.
After he was finally secure in the car, Malcolm just dropped his head, not knowing what to think. His mind started wandering as he tried to figure out just what the hell was going on. He figured that he would have gone to jail for trying to kill her months back, not for being caught at her sister’s house. Flashbacks of everything started to invade his mind and he began to hyperventilate. When he finally looked up and saw Cameron talking to the officers, he became furious. He started banging on the window with his head, then he fell back and started kicking the door with his feet. The more he moved, the tighter the handcuffs got and he yelled out in pain when they started pinching his skin.
“LET ME OUT OF HERE! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING. I KNOW MY RIGHTS!!” Malcolm continued to yell, not knowing the cops had decided not to take him to jail. They deemed him to be a threat to himself and others, so they called the state hospital. As soon as they arrived on the scene, Malcolm had not calmed down yet, so when they opened the door to the car, they injected him with a dose of Chlorpromazine and he was out within minutes.
Chapter 3
For some strange reason, Cameron was on Keith’s mind pretty heavy, but he couldn’t call or check on her because Phebe was on him like white on rice. The connection he was feeling to Cameron at that present moment was unreal. It kinda seemed as if she was in some type of trouble. Here lately, Phebe had been asking him about every number he called and texted and even about incoming text messages and calls. He knew that she had a friend who worked at C-Spire and suspected that she had accessed his account because their lines weren’t even joined and she knew absolutely too much. I should call and report her trifling ass, Keith had thought to himself. She had mentioned him joining the lines and making her the primary number on several different occasions, but he never gave it any serious thought. I thought you said she was the one always calling you, but it looks like you have been the one making all the calls to that bitch, he remembered Phebe saying. It was true, he had been calling and texting Cameron since the fight they had. Most times, he would hang up before she could pick up, but she never called back. He wanted to tell Phebe that when you go looking for trouble, you always find the shit, but he just kept it to himself. “Fuck this shit, let me go and meet this new connect real quick,” Keith said to himself.
It was late Friday evening and Keith knew he should have left home an hour ago, but his thoughts were all over the place. Getting himself together was a harder task than normal. He was missing out on money and that was unlike him, so he knew he had to snap out of it soon and very soon. His team worked hard, so he was able to relax if he wanted to, but that wasn’t his style. He believed in going hard for himself. People would never be able to say he didn’t work for everything he had. Niggas were always on the come up, so he knew he had to stay grinding to succeed.
Keith threw on some dark blue Ermenegildo Zegna jeans, a black hoodie, laced up his black Timbs, put on his favorite gold cross chain, grabbed his keys and phone, and he was out. He was headed to meet with a new connect, then he was meeting up at one of his homeboy’s house for a little kickback. Phebe was gonna meet him there later since the crowd was mixed, but he couldn’t help but to wish it was Cameron, since she was the one who always went everywhere with him. She was always so laid back and fit right in with everybody. Phebe being at home was very different, but she was adamant on finding a job close to home, so she was there. He had turned down the job that he interviewed for and knew that she would get wind of it and start making a fuss about it soon. She claimed she was so ready for him to go legit, but never acknowledged the fact that his hustle is what paid for all of her schooling, kept her riding in style, up to date with the latest fashions, and kept money in her pockets. Like a regular nine to five would support her habits. Cameron never asked for anything, which was why he always broke her off so freely; Phebe was a whole different story. The streets had been loyal to him so, in his mind, he would always be loyal to the streets.
The business with the connect was A-1 and Keith was now headed to the party. He was cruising in his new black Maserati Quattroporte that he had copped about a week ago with the music blasting. Future’s mixtape stayed in rotation, no m
atter what vehicle he was in. Phebe was pissed that he made such a huge purchase without consulting with her first. He wanted to remind her that he could spend his money however he wanted to, but he just dropped the conversation altogether. Arguing was not something that he liked and he wasn’t about to make a habit out of it. Things were constantly shaky between them and he hated the constant tension.
Keith pulled up to the party and the crowd was thick as hell. The smell of BBQ permeated the air and his stomach began to growl. It was then that he realized the only thing he had to eat all day was a bowl of Frosted Flakes this morning, and that shit had been worn off. Walking up to one of his homeboys by the grill, he grabbed a chicken leg from the aluminum pan that was sitting nearby. Even though the chicken was hot as hell, Keith demolished it within seconds.
“Damn nigga, Phebe ain’t feeding you?” his homeboy Luke asked while laughing. Keith just ignored him and grabbed a hot link.
In the distance, Keith noticed a girl that he had seen on several occasions before chopping it up with everybody. She fit in with everybody and seemed very comfortable, so he figured she belonged, even though he didn’t know her name. Phebe pulled up about ten minutes later and got out of her car rocking Chanel from head to toe. Her white dress, gold sandals, and jewelry had all been copped on his last run. She was looking angelic, but Keith still couldn’t get Cameron out of his mind.
“Hey baby!” Phebe said smiling, as she walked up to Keith and hugged him.
“What’s up shawty?” he replied. She rolled her eyes, hating that he addressed her that way. He saw her and laughed because he always did it as a joke to get under her skin, but she had been extra sensitive lately. They talked for a few minutes until Phebe said that she was hungry and wanted a plate. She walked over and smiled at Luke and gave him a hug. Keith grabbed a beer while she fixed her plate. Actually, it was more like Luke was fixing her plate.
“I’m just being a good host!” Luke said in defense while laughing, when he caught Keith staring at him. Before he could sit down, another one of his homeboys beckoned him over, so he left Phebe and Luke to go and see what was up.
Once he made it over to him and chopped it up for a few minutes and was ready to walk away, a female stepped up to him. It was the same female who he noticed earlier. She asked him for two dubs of rock. Keith’s wheels started spinning in his head because he mostly only served those he knew on a personal level. Having product on him wasn’t his thing, but since he had just left from meeting with the connect, he did have some. Just as he was about to turn her down, one of the homies walked by and the female spoke to him and hugged him, so in Keith’s mind, he felt like she was straight and decided to go ahead and serve her.
At about fifteen minutes after eleven, Keith decided that he would head on home since Phebe had been ready to go. She kept telling him that she was tired, but he knew what the deal. Unbeknownst to her, he knew that she was ovulating and trying to get pregnant, which was the real reason she was ready to go. She cried about giving him a junior day in and out. He could use a stress reliever, so he decided to go ahead and bounce. There was no need in arguing with her. Since they were in separate cars, he decided that he would finally call Cameron because he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. His mind wouldn’t let go of the thoughts he had been having all evening. She didn’t answer his call, so he sent her a text.
I know I’m probably the last person you wanna hear from, but you have been on my mind and I just wanted to check on you. I need to know that you are all good. Let me know something ASAP!
He figured that was enough to let her know he needed to know that she was okay. They had been through drama, drama, and more drama, but the love he had for her was still there and the thought of anything happening to her was too much to bear.
Keith had been trailing Phebe, so he pulled in behind her once they made it home. After putting the car in park and turning it off, he leaned his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. He didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he was awakened by his door being opened. Phebe had gone inside and changed into a sexy black piece of lingerie that was designed by Javier Suarez Bordelle. Her pumps set it off. She licked her lips seductively, letting him know what time it was. She grabbed Keith by the hand and pulled at him to lead him out of the car and into the house. Soft music could be heard upon their entrance on the surround sound system. Trey Songz ‘Jupiter Love’ was playing and when he said, “Girl, you know that you the shh, ‘way you walking wit them heels on,” Keith smacked Phebe on the ass, and she stopped and grinded back onto his slowly growing dick. After a few seconds, she sashayed off while still slightly pulling him closely behind her.
Once they made it in their bedroom, Keith was trying to figure out exactly how long he had been asleep because Phebe had rose petals on the floor and bed, and candles were burning. He reached into his pocket for his phone, only to realize it wasn’t there. Thoughts of Cameron filled his mind and he was turning to go retrieve it from the car where he must have left it, but Phebe stopped him. She turned him around and unbuckled his pants while getting down on her knees, ready to devour him.
“I know things have been tense between us, but I want to start over and make this a night to remember,” Phebe said while pushing Keith back onto the bed and wrapping her thick lips around his dick.
“Ahhhhh!” he moaned, as Phebe swirled her tongue around, then swallowed all nine of his hard inches. She licked and sucked and stopped just before she knew he was about to send his unborn kids down her throat. She wanted those seeds planted inside her, so she quickly jumped up and pulled off her lingerie and straddled him. Making him cum inside of her that night was an absolute must. While easing down onto him, she let out a moan full of pleasure that turned both of them on. Phebe clinched her pelvic muscles tight and continued to ride him like a pro.
Keith always loved to be in control, so he grabbed her by her ass, pulled her closer to him, and then flipped her over, never removing himself from her. He stroked with much force, trying to release all of his pent up frustrations. After hitting her g-spot and making her cum twice, he flipped her over and began stroking her doggy style. When he went to grab her hair and came up empty handed, it led him to thoughts of Cameron. He loved grabbing her hair as he sexed her from the back. Phebe loved rocking short hair styles. Noticing that Keith had become semi distracted, Phebe threw her ass back at him to get him back focused. In her mind, she was thinking that she needed to get back in control because people had always told her that if a woman was on top when a child was conceived, it would be a boy and she wanted to give him a junior so bad, she could taste it.
“I wanna ride again,” Phebe said while raising up and causing Keith to stumble a little. He already knew what she was doing and he wasn’t about to argue. His mind had drifted back to his phone, wondering if Cameron had called or texted him back. Phebe eased down onto him again and put on a show. His dick was filled with cream as she glided up and down. When she felt him about to release, she leaned down and kissed him with passion and climaxed with him. “Damn, and you wonder why I go crazy over you. I don’t want you giving my good dick away,” she said while giggling. “I know you put a baby in me tonight,” she continued while smiling. Phebe snuggled up with Keith, keeping him from moving, and drifted off to sleep. She knew he wanted his phone, but she wasn’t willing to let him get up.
Chapter 4
“I know I’m the last person you were expecting to see, but I need to speak with you and Carla,” Crystal said.
“Well, Carla isn’t here. She actually made a surprise trip to North Carolina to see Charlotte, along with Cameron,” Charles said. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be here while she’s away,” he continued. Noticing the perplexed look on her face, he hesitantly asked her what was wrong. Kingston ran to the table and grabbed his Skittles and came back watching the two of them like he was at a show. It seemed like he knew something was about to pop off and he wanted a front ro
w seat to witness the drama.
“There is something that I should tell you, Charles,” Crystal said with hesitancy. “I… I… I told Charlotte that… that I’m her real mom,” Crystal continued while stuttering and mumbling.
“YOU DID WHAT?” Charles yelled.
“YOU DID WHAT?” Kingston repeated like he was the man of the house, while staring up at Crystal.
“Kingston, go in the back and play for a little while,” his grandpa told him. Kingston looked like he wanted to protest, but he took off running towards the back, stopping to grab a toy and then hiding out in the hallway. He knew he could still hear without being seen right there. “What is wrong with you? Why would you do such a crazy thing? You do remember that you are the one who walked out and left her, right? How could you do this without consulting with us? We are her parents, Crystal!!” Charles said while fuming without taking a breath.
Crystal immediately started crying. “You just don’t know what all I have been going through,” she said while sobbing through tears. After a few moments of silence, Kingston ran up and brought her some tissue, then took off back down the hall. Charles decided to take it a little easy on her after seeing how distraught she was, but he was still pissed off. He excused himself for a moment to go and call his wife.