Black Scarface

by Jimmy Dasaint

  As she walked home from school carrying her books against her budding breasts, a black tinted Jeep Cherokee pulled up in front of her andparked. The eighteen-inch woofers were blasting out Tupac's latest album.

  The young man in the Jeep turned down the music and rolled down the window. Tasha paid him and his Jeep no attention, until he called her name.

  "Yo, Tasha! What's up?" the guy yelled.

  Tasha looked inside the Jeep and recognized the guy's smiling face."Hey, what's up Joey?" she asked.

  "You, Pretty. You need a ride home?" he smiled. "It's better and faster than the old SEPTA trolley you about to get on."

  Tasha thought about his offer for a few seconds, then said, "Straighthome, right?"

  She had never taken a ride home with anyone before. Momma had warned her many times before about how dangerous it could be. But, Tasha knew Joey. Not only was he one of the cutest seniors at her high school, but he was also known as Joey ' Slamdunk' Barns, the star of the Overbrookbasketball team and considered by many college scouts as a future NBALottery pick.

  "Yeah, come on Pretty. You can trust me," he said, opening the passenger door for her.

  After a long sigh, Tasha hesitantly climbed inside and closed the door. For some reason she felt a little nervous being in Joey's presence. She knew that he could have any girl he wanted. She had heard rumorsthat he had had sex with over half of the girls on the cheerleading squad. But she wasn't interested in Joey in that way; all she wanted was a ride home. Her young heart yearned for only one man - Face. And she had made a promise to him and herself that she would always wait for him.

  The fact that she was four years older than him was no longer an issue. He was the only man she wanted and that was that. Tasha sat back enjoying the ride home, listening to the music Joey had turned down low. Every so often he would look over at her and admire her beautiful brownface.

  Tasha had no idea Joey had been secretly watching her and asking around about her. He found out from one of the basketball cheerleaders, who he was having sex with, that Tasha was still a virgin. That's when he knew he had to have her.

  For him, there was nothing better than an untouched, innocent and attractive young female. He had watched her as she walked through the halls at school going to different classes. He also knew the exact times she got to school and left. He knew she had no idea that she was being stalked;especially by Joey 'Slamdunk' Barns. Now, he had her right where he wanted her.

  "You smoke weed?" he asked

  "No," Tasha replied shyly.

  "Cool. Me neither," he lied. He drove through a green light, then made a turn on Lancaster Avenue.

  "This ain't the way to my house," Tasha said, looking at Joey. "Don't worry Pretty, this is a short cut," he smiled reassuringly.

  She looked at him with a serious expression, and then nervously sat back in the seat. Her intuition told her that something wasn't right. But this is Joey Barns, she told herself, the star of the basketball team; he has to be cool, right? Her brain screamed.

  When he pulled to the curb behind an old dilapidated apartment building on 48th street, Tasha’s nervousness turned to fear

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  and confusion.

  "Joey, what's up?" she asked, fear edging into her voice for the

  firsttime. "I told you to take me straight home!"

  Joey didn't respond. His mind was made up that he had to have

  her; either by consent or force, it didn't matter to him. He turned and

  locked all the doors with the child-safety switch that prevented the

  doors from beingunlocked by anyone else.

  Tasha began to tremble in fear as she desperately tried to open

  the door. When he reached over to touch her, she pushed his hand

  away and said, "If you don't take me home I’m ‘a scream as loud as I

  can!"

  "So what, won't nobody hear you," he laughed, turning the

  music uploud. Then in one swift motion, he attacked her, pinning

  her down in theseat.

  Tasha tried her best to fight off her attacker, but her strength was

  no match for his six-feet, five-inch frame. He easily

  overpowered his beautiful young victim.

  The loud music drowned out her terrified screams for help, still

  shefought her losing battle until the end.

  Joey ripped her panties away and pulled her dress up around

  her waist. Then, using his knees as leverage, he forced her legs

  apart and pinned her between the seats. He struggled with his

  pants for a few seconds and finally freed himself and thrust

  savagely inside her tight virgin body.

  Tears fell from her eyes and screams filled with anger and

  rage roared from her throat until the ordeal was over. She lay in total

  shock at what had been done to her, how Joey had torn her virginity

  away from her,but mostly from Face, the man she had wanted first. When Joey had finally pulled from her body, he looked down at

  his blood-covered dick and smiled. The rumors that she was a

  virgin were true. Now they weren't, and neither was she. He smiled

  and pulled up hispants, neither of them spoke.

  Tupac's voice was the only sound being heard in the Jeep.

  Tasha sat up, got back in her seat, her tears flowing freely down her

  beautiful face. Her pain was for herself, yes, but mostly it was for

  Face and what had been stolen from him. She slowly fixed her

  dress, thankful that it was finally over.

  All she wanted was to go home and cry alone in her bedroom.

  Her body ached with pain, her soul felt as if it had died inside her. A few minutes later, Joey drove his Jeep from behind the

  building and back onto the main street. Fifteen minutes later he pulled to a stop at the end of Tasha's block. He watched as she quickly got out of the Jeep and started walking towards her house. Reese watched her get out of the Jeep. She walked past him without a word, and he saw the lost, hurt look on her face. He knew something was terribly wrong.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Two days before Pamela and Mouse's wedding...

  Poo was standing up watching as Peaches was giving him a pleasing blowjob. Poo and his two cousins, Ty-Bud and Wizard, had just finished gangbanging her and now she was earning an additional crack rock. When Poo finally came in her mouth, he watched as she swallowed everydrop down her throat. He passed her five crack vials for a satisfying performance.

  Watching Peaches perform falacio on Poo had given Ty-Bud and Wizard each another erection, so they fucked her again, then stood and watched her get dressed and leave out the house with Poo.

  Inside Poo's blue Cadillac, they headed back toward her home. Since Allen spent most of his time at work and Quincy was now locked up in juvenile hall, Peaches spent most of her days alone. Every morning shewaited for Allen to go to work and then hurried to call Poo. The sex and drugs he and his cousins provided had her strung out on both.

  On the way to her house, Poo got a page from a customer. He made a sudden u-turn and sped in the opposite direction. Ten minutes later, he parked his car in front of a house on Avalon and Manchester. He got outquickly and ran into the house. As soon as he was gone, Peaches begansearching his car.

  She found a small hidden compartment under the driver's seat. She stuck her hand inside and pulled out a stack of $50s and $100s. She quickly stuffed them down inside her bra and tried to act natural.

  When Poo returned, she was sitting back enjoying the sounds on theradio. Poo paid her no mind at all as he put his car in drive and pulled away down the street.

  After dropping Peaches off at her house, Poo drove away without saying goodbye. He was headed for another paying customer that was strung out on his product.

  Inside her bedroom, Peaches took the money from her bra and counted it all up. The total amou
nt was $1,300. Her addiction to crack cocaine had her so strung out she didn't consider or care about any repercussions or consequences. “Maybe Poo won't know I took it,” she told herself, sitting in the middle of the bed, taking her glass crack pipe from her pocketbook.

  She placed a small crack rock inside the bowl and lit a match. She stuck the pipe stem in her mouth and began inhaling the thick grey smoke,momentarily erasing all the problems and fears that constantly surroundedher young confused life.

  Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...

  For the last few days, Momma had noticed a sudden change in Tasha's behavior. Tasha had been acting very strange lately and everyone had noticed it. When she came home from school, she would run straight to her bedroom and shut the door. The only time she would come out was to eat her meals and help out with the chores around the house.

  When Momma asked her what was wrong, she would lie and tell her, "Nothing Momma, I'm fine. Just a lot of schoolwork." But Momma could tell Tasha was hiding something from her. And so could Reese.

  Reese knew whatever the problem was with Tasha, it had something to do with the guy that drove the black tinted Jeep. He knew the guy's name was Joey and had watched him play basketball down at theplayground many times. He thought about telling Face about Joey the next time Face called; but he knew Face would get very upset with Tasha, so he changed his mind. Reese didn't want to hurt either one of them. But he did want to find out what Joey had done to his cousin Tasha.

  Los Angeles, California...

  Face sat on his bed listening as Mouse was giving him the rules of the game. Every night before Face went to bed Mouse would come into his bedroom, sit down beside him, and teach his young student everything he needed to know to survive the game of life.

  "Remember these rules, Face. Never trust a stranger. A stranger can be a cop. Make sure you always do a background check first," Mouse saidin a serious voice.

  Face nodded in agreement.

  "Also, never trust a phone. Make sure you watch what you say." Face nodded again, as if writing it down in his mind.

  "Never brag or boast about things you have that others don't. You will only create yourself enemies."

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  Face continued to nod his head.

  "Never talk about other people. It's a sign of weakness. Remember this, great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss places and things, small minds discuss other people," Mouse said. Face sat there smiling and shaking his head.

  "And last but not least, this is the most important rule to the game..."

  "I know," Face said, cutting Mouse off. "Never snitch!"

  Mouse looked at Face and smiled. He knew he was grooming a solid young leader. Face had all the qualities that leaders possessed. Mouse had known many men in his life, but even he had to admit that Face was in a class of his own. At just 11 years old, Face had the mind and attitude of a much older man. Mouse felt proud to call him his step-son and student.

  After Face said his prayers and climbed into bed, Mouse left the room and closed the door. When he walked into his bedroom, Pamela was lying across the bed with just her panties and bra on. Mouse removed his robe and hung it up on the back of the door, then walked over and joined his beautiful smiling fiancée. "I'm jealous," she said playfully.

  "Jealous of what?" he asked, unsnapping her bra.

  "Of you and Face."

  "Why are you jealous?" Mouse asked, tossing the bra to the floor.

  "Because all Face wants to do is be around you now. And he even waits for you to come and talk to him every night before bed. That used to be my job," Pamela said puckering up her lips. "Mouse, you stealing mybaby away from me!" she added.

  Mouse smiled at her and said, "Nobody can steal that boy away fromyou. I ain't never seen a boy that loves his mother as much as Face loves you." He began sliding her panties over her hips and on down her legs. Hestared at her gorgeous naked body and just shook his head. She had made him the happiest man alive and he just couldn't get enough of her.

  Pamela lay back on one of the large soft pillows and started playing with her pussy. She knew that always turned him on. "In two more days, Iwon't be your girlfriend anymore. I'll be your wife," she said softly.'

  "So what will be the difference?" he asked, climbing on top of her.

  Pamela giggled then placed her mouth next to his ear and whispered, "Being your girlfriend, I held back a little. But once I'm your wife, I won't hold back nothing!" With that said, Mouse slid into her wetness and they started passionately kissing.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  September 15, 1991

  The day before the wedding...

  Early the next day, Pamela drove out to the airport to be there when Veronica got off the plane. Veronica had gotten one of her wealthy clientsto pay for her first-class flight to Los Angeles. Pamela had chosen Veronica to be her bridesmaid and the wedding was less than 36 hoursaway.

  When Pamela spotted Veronica walking through the crowd, she rushed toward her happily. It had been over a year since they had seen each other and they embraced like the old friends they were. Both were crying tears of joy at their reunion.

  The flow of the crowd split as it reached them, and continued aroundthem as if they were an island in the stream. No one really paid them anyattention.

  After their embrace was over and their tears dry, Pamela, carrying one of Veronica's suitcases, walked her to the car.

  "Damn girl, do this Mouse of yours got a brother?" Veronica asked in a joking manner.

  "Nope, just two sisters," Pamela replied, smiling as she lifted the suitcase into the trunk of the BMW, then took the one from Veronica andplaced it beside the first.

  "Figures," Veronica said, climbing into the passenger seat and closing the door.

  Before driving off, Pamela looked across at Veronica and said, "Okay, now tell me about these powerful new clients you got."

  After a long sigh, Veronica said, "Girl, you ain't gonna believe what I got to tell you!"

  On the drive back home, Veronica told her everything that had beengoing on in her life. And she didn't leave anything out. She told Pamelaabout every one of her wealthy clients and all of their most personal secrets. She also gave Pamela the latest news on Momma and the kids, aswell as on Jay and Hood.

  "So he's got his white snow-bunny, cop girlfriend pregnant, huh?" "Yup," Veronica affirmed.

  "Did you...did you ever ...ever see..."

  "Lil' Robbie?" Veronica interrupted.

  "Yeah," Pamela answered sadly.

  Veronica said, "I saw him twice and both times he was with the white girl. Pam that child is getting big and he looks just like his father; that no good son-of-a-bitch!" Veronica stated coldly. "How's my handsome little boyfriend doing?" she asked, changing the sensitive subject.

  "Face is doing fine," Pamela smiled. "And the boy is getting taller and smarter by the day. He'll be catching up and passing me soon."

  "So, do Face got him a girlfriend yet?"

  "Tasha," Pamela replied, stating what she thought everyone knew. "You know them two always had a crush on each other," she added, maneuvering her BMW through the heavy L.A. traffic.

  "Good. So you won't be needing me to do that favor for you?" Veronica asked.

  Pamela looked over at her friend with a serious look on her face. "I told you Veronica, I want my son to have the best of everything life has to offer. When the time is right, I need you to show him how to be a man. You'll be patient and understanding with him, and that will help Face in the long run. "

  "Why is this so important to you?" Veronica asked curiously.

  "Because I want Face to know the difference between love and lust.His father told me a long time ago that a man who can control his dick, pride, anger and greed, can control the world!"

  Veronica sat back comfortably in her seat, pulled down her Gucci shades and smiled as the wind blew through her long black hair.

  "Don't you worry Pam, I'll teach him everything he needs to know," s
he grinned, seductively.

  Tasha was inside her bedroom alone. She was confused, fearing someone would find out what had happened to her. She hadn't told a soul about Joey raping her. It was a dark secret she had sworn never to reveal. Since the day Joey had forcefully taken her virginity, she had withdrawn into a shell, deciding to keep her distance from everyone. She had even quit the cheerleading team at her school and did her best to avoid Joey Barnes at all costs.

  When she would see him walking down the hallway at school, laughing and joking with a group of his friends, she would turn and walk the other way. Just the sight of him turned her

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  stomach, as if it would tie into knots. The truth was, she was afraid to expose him for what he was. She felt that because of his popularity, her accusation would backfire on her; an unpopular freshman cheerleader. For that reason, she had decided not to expose the true demon that Joey "Slamdunk" Barns was.

  The soft tap on the door snapped her out tearful thoughts. She quickly wiped her watery eyes with her hand and fixed her composure."Come in," she said, picking up an algebra book as if she had been studying.

  The door cracked open and Reese stuck his head inside.

  "What's up, Tasha? You got a minute?" he asked.

  "Yeah, come in and close the door," she told him.

  He walked in and closed the door behind him, then walked over and sat down on the bed beside her. He looked her in the face and could tell that she had been crying. "Tasha, you okay?" he asked, knowing she wasn't and knowing that it was breaking his heart.

  "Yeah, I'm fine, Reese. I told you that about twenty times," she said in an irritated tone of voice.

  "I just wanna make sure you're alright, that's all."

  "Reese, for the last time, I'm fine," she stated irritably.

  After a long sigh, Reese stared into her eyes and said, "I saw when you got out of Joey's Jeep."

  "So? He just dropped me off at home," Tasha replied, defensively, "But he didn't drop you off at the house. You got out down at the corner. I watched."

  "So what?"

  "So tell me what's going on with you and Joey. That's what!" Reesesnapped.