by Prenisha Aja
“Fuck the law!” I said out of breath as I broke free from Ace and continued to whoop Whoodie’s ass.
That nigga was weak and today proved it. Shit, the fact that he still hadn’t done shit about me killing some of his crew proved it.
“Jaxsyn, your sister. You gotta get out of here.” Ace pulled me off of him again.
“Jaxsyn, you don’t need to be in jail. You need to be there for your sister.” He tried to talk some sense into me, but I wanted to beat Whoodie’s ass for my sister and also be there for her.
“Leave Jaxsyn.” Ace looked at me and I reluctantly left. I hated that I had to leave before I had heard anything about my sister, but I had to. I didn’t want to be in jail and something was severely wrong with Kiesha.
I looked around at the scene then rushed out the doors. I sprinted to my car and got in and as I was leaving, I could hear the sirens getting closer.
It had been three days. Three long days since I had heard from Jaxsyn. I didn’t know what all was going on besides the stuff that my grandma had told me.
She had informed me that Keisha was hit by a car and wasn’t doing too well. She told me that her family didn’t know if she was going to make it. That she had internal bleeding on her brain and had to have surgery and that she slipped into a coma after her surgery. I knew that Jaxsyn was probably taking it badly and all I wanted to do was be there for him.
Exhaling, I turned over on my back and stared at the ceiling fan as it went around in circles. I had nothing else to do with my time. I had no phone, no tv, nothing. All the things that a normal teen would be addicted to and doing at my age, I was stuck in the house living a boring life.
As I laid there bored out of my mind, the light taps on my door caused me to sit up.
“Hey baby, you want to go to the store with me?” my grandma smiled and asked.
Since I didn’t have anything else to do, I figured that going to the store with her would be the most excitement I would get for a while.
“Yeah I’ll go.” I climbed out of my bed and put my shoes on. I was still dressed from when I got out of school earlier.
After putting my shoes on, I walked into the living room and my grandma was waiting by the door with her purse.
“Ready?” she asked, and we left out of the house.
As we made our way to the car, my heart dropped when I saw Jaxsyn pull up. I didn’t know why, but I stopped my stride as my grandma continued to walk to the car.
“I’m coming Grandma,” I let her know.
Nibbling down on my bottom lip, I debated for about five seconds, then bravery took over me as I walked across the grass and up to Jaxsyn’s car. With a deep sigh, I knocked on the car window.
“What’s up?” He let the window down and looked at me as if he didn’t even know me.
“How you been?” I asked.
“Good.” He gave me a dry reply which had me wishing I would have never walked over here to talk to him.
I had to admit, Jaxsyn didn’t look like his normal self. He looked so stressed and I desperately wanted to help make his day better. I could see it in eyes that he wasn’t getting any sleep.
“Well, I was just checking on you since I haven’t heard from you,” I let him know softly. Hoping that he would pick up off of my vibe and be more welcoming to my presence.
“Well you don’t have a phone so what do you want me to do?” he said nastily, and I stepped back, shocked.
“What is your problem?” I questioned him.
“Look Kaizlyn, I’m not in the mood for all these fucking questions.” He stepped out of his car and looked down at me.
His harsh way of saying what he said, had hurt my feelings. I couldn’t believe that he was being so mean to me when all I was trying to do was check on him. The way he was acting, you would think that we weren’t good just a few days ago.
“Really Jaxsyn? Really?” I paused and looked him up and down.
He stood before me without a care in the world. His facial expression was stoic and I wanted so badly for him to soften up and talk to me, but he just shrugged his shoulders and began texting on his phone.
“Fuck you Jaxsyn,” I hissed as I stormed away from him.
Like, don’t get me wrong, I knew that he was stressed over his sister but still…that was not a valid reason for him to do me this type of way. To be an asshole to me as if he wasn’t just asking me to be his girl. As if he wasn’t just deep in me, making my body feel amazing.
Ugh, I wanted to scream from frustration and a whole bunch of other emotions. Rushing to my grandma’s car, I got in and buried my head into my hands. To say my feelings were hurt would be an understatement.
I was now regretting moving so fast with him. I wished that I would have waited longer to let him have me but I didn’t, and now my feelings were involved. There was no undoing any of it and I was now feeling so fucking stupid.
“Everything ok?” my grandma asked before she cranked the car up.
“Yeah, everything is ok,” I replied as I sat up and dried my face.
“No, it’s not. You’ve fallen for that damn boy already.” She looked at me with sympathetic eyes.
She was right though, I had fallen for Jaxsyn. It was so easy to do. It was like he knew what to say and when to say it. Now I was feeling stupid because I should have known better. But he was so fine and perfect. The way he would sag just a little, the jewelry that he would wear when he dressed up and even when he dressed down in something so simple as a white tee and some basketball shorts, would have me gazing at him. The way he cared for his sister and wanted to protect her. The way he spoke to my body and the way he showed me that he cared enough about me to listen to my painful memories from my past. He made me feel like there could be something between the two of us, but I guess I was wrong. Matter fact, there was no guessing. I was wrong. He didn’t care, and he made that obvious by the way that he just acted.
He is such a fucking asshole, I thought to myself as I blew out a flustered breath.
“I did but that is over with now.” I crossed my arms and sat back in the seat.
“He could just be hurting Kaizlyn. When people hurt, they shut others out. Sometimes that’s the only way people know how to cope with certain things,” my grandma stated as she gave me the side-eye.
Sighing, I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. She was right because I remember when I was dealing with my mother’s death and everything else that happened during that time, I shut everyone out. I didn’t talk much and I stayed to myself. The only person that I felt comfortable enough to talk to was Emma, and that was because she could relate to how I felt due to the fact that she lost her mom too.
“I’m over it. Forget him.” I rolled my eyes because even though I understood what she was saying, I felt like Jaxsyn didn’t have to be an asshole about it. Especially after the moments we shared with each in such a short period of time. I wanted to listen to what was causing him pain and try my best to heal it or be there for him. I didn’t want him to shut me out.
“Uhm. Huh.” My grandma poked her lips out then began driving off.
Not saying anything else about how I felt when it came to Jaxsyn, I put my feelings on the back burner and tried to focus on other things. Like the test I had coming up Friday.
Who am I lying to? I pouted to myself. I wasn’t worried about no damn test right now. Jaxsyn had me deep off in my feelings and I was slowly drowning in them.
Pulling up to Kroger, my grandma parked her car in the first handicap parking spot and we both got out and headed inside.
“You ever thought about getting a job?” my grandma questioned as she grabbed the buggy and began to push it down aisle eight.
“Nah, I haven’t.” I looked around.
No, I had never thought about getting a job. I never had to but now that she said it, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.
“Oh, ok. Here, I think you can start at sixteen. I understand if you don’t want one but I feel like it will
be a big help for you. I know at your age, you young folks be wanting certain stuff.” She continued to talk as she threw two packs of cornbread mix into her basket.
“You’re right,” I agreed.
We continued to talk about the whole job thing as she continued to throw different things in the basket. Once we finally finished, we headed to the counter and before my grandma could even unload her basket, the man that was behind the counter greeted her with the biggest smile.
“Hey Mrs. Daisey,” the older guy with salt and pepper hair spoke to my grandma.
Looking at his name tag, I saw that his name was Thomas. Thomas was a taller dude, who was a shade lighter than the night's skin. His skin tone was a smooth, black color but to be his age, he was easy on the eyes.
“Hey, Mr. Thomas.” My grandma blushed and smiled from ear to ear.
“What you cooking today? I might need to come by and get a meal,” he beamed. His eyes glowed as he stared at my grandma.
I could tell by the way he looked at her, that he enjoyed seeing her in the store and could possibly have a crush on her.
“Just some dressing, mac and cheese and some corn. Just something simple,” she replied as she dug into her purse to pull her card out as I stared at them and also took the remainder of the stuff out of the basket.
“Oh my. I need to come over there.” He continued to talk and laugh with her.
My grandma had no clue that he was flirting with her and it was so funny to me.
“Hey Thomas, this is my granddaughter. You think you can get her a job up here?” she asked him as I grabbed the groceries that were now bagged up and put them in the basket.
“Grandbaby,” he said with surprise. “Faith had a baby?” he asked, and my grandma nodded her head and I saw her take a big gulp.
“Yes, Faith had a baby.” She nodded, keeping it short and sweet.
“Oh wow, where is she? I haven’t seen her since she was around her age.” Mr. Thomas wore a big smile on his face as me and my grandma’s faces were painted with sadness.
“Oh, did I say something wrong?” He placed his hand over his heart as he stared at us.
“No, it’s just… it’s just, I lost her months ago. She was murdered,” my grandma stated lowly.
Mr. Thomas gasped and placed his hand over his mouth then said, “Sorry to hear that Daisey. So sorry,” he continued as he pressed something on the keyboard so that my grandma could pay for her items.
“Well, if she wants the job, she can come up here Saturday and start,” he let my grandma know. He was talking to her about it as if I was not standing there.
“You hear him, baby?” She looked over at me and gave me a faint smile.
“Yes ma’am.” I nodded.
“Ok, well thank you, Thomas. I will have her in here Saturday.” My grandma smiled. “Around what time?” she added.
“Ten o’clock. I will be here.” He smiled and then waved us goodbye as we headed for the exit door.
As me and my grandma headed to our car, the girl who always popped up at Jaxsyn’s house was walking up. I could see her little baby bump which reminded me of why I needed to let him go. He was going to be having a baby soon and I knew that wouldn’t do anything but get in our way. There was no way that he would pick spending time with me over spending time with his child which also meant spending time with his child’s mother. Thinking about all of it was making my head spin.
When she passed by me, she rubbed her belly then smirked at me. I shook my head at her childish antics. I wasn’t trying to have beef with her.
“What bitch, don’t be shaking your head at me.” She turned towards me.
“What’s your problem?” I asked her as she began to walk closer to me.
“Hold up now, what is going on?” my grandma questioned. She had stopped putting the groceries in the car and was now headed towards where I stood.
“My problem is that you need to leave my fucking man alone. I don’t know why he’s acting like he wants you when he has a baby on the way,” she snapped.
Never did Jaxsyn willingly bring up his and her relationship. I had honestly put two and two together. I mean, I knew it had to be a reason why she was acting such a fool behind him.
“He is not my man and you don’t have to worry about me and him,” I let her know.
“Good, don’t let me catch you around him either,” she spat then walked away.
I felt my grandma’s hand on my back, and I flinched. I turned around and looked at her. Her expression was full of empathy.
“Come on baby.” She guided me to the car and I followed.
I hated that it was coming to this but with Jaxsyn and his asshole ways plus his baby mama drama, there was no way that we were going to work. I was too young to be dealing with this type of shit, and I wasn’t.
Twisting my head from side to side as Chyna massaged my back, I sat deep in my thoughts. My body was still sore and my jaw was slowly going down after having Jaxsyn’s bitch ass jump on me. I swear on everything I love, I wanted that nigga’s head. He had played me for a coward one too many times and I wasn’t having it anymore.
“How does this feel baby?” Chyna hummed in my ear as she rubbed my shoulders.
“Good.” I picked up the already rolled blunt and grabbed the lighter off of the brown wood, square table.
Lighting the blunt, I took one long puff and held that shit in. I was stressed the fuck out. Jaxsyn had just killed off half of the niggas on my team and one of them was my fucking cousin. Then to make shit worse, Sims was in the hospital after damn near dying. He had lost a lot of blood but thank God I got that nigga to the hospital when I did. When he arrived at the hospital, he was unconscious and they had to give him a lot of blood. I still couldn’t believe that nigga made it. If it wasn’t for Chyna applying pressure, he probably would have died.
Exhaling, I released the smoke in my mouth as I tried to relax and come up with a plan.
“What you thinking about baby?” Chyna made her way to the front of me.
She was wearing short booty shorts which had her sexy, plump ass on display.
“You putting my dick in your mouth,” I replied as I hit the blunt again.
Chyna was fine and stood up like a stallion. I had met her at a gas station and I couldn’t let her ass pass me by. She was fine as fuck and way thicker than Keisha. The day I got Chyna’s number, her ass let me hit that same night. I later found out that she went to a high school on the other side of town. I referred to it as the uppity side.
I was able to still fuck her and stay with Keisha because we went to two different schools but the more Chyna got the dick, the more she wanted to make herself present. Who was I to tell her no though? She thought that she was my girl just like Keisha did.
“I got you Daddy.” She fell down to her knees and unleashed the beast who needed special attention.
“You got me Maw?” I rested my head on the back of the couch as I hit the blunt.
“I got you Daddy.” She smiled as she gently stroked my dick.
“Well get to work,” I let her know.
Chyna let her tongue glide against her top lip. She swirled some spit around in her mouth as she gripped my dick tightly with her right hand.
Leaning forward, as she held my dick, she let droplets of spit drizzle down on the head of my dick as if she was decorating my dick with caramel, like a banana split.
Slowly using the spit as a lubricant, she stroked my dick making it harder than it already was.
“Make it nasty baby.” I reached over and ashed the blunt in the ashtray.
“You know it,” she moaned and then deep throated my whole dick.
“Mhmm,” she hummed as my dick touched the back of her throat.
She continued to jab at the back of her throat as if she had no tonsils. The longer she kept it at the back of her throat, the wetter her mouth got.
“Yeah baby, like that. Shit,” I hissed.
Hitting the blunt again, I swear t
he best thing in the world was getting head and smoking a blunt. I was so fucking relaxed that I could feel tingling in my damn toes.
Gargling on my dick and massaging my balls, Chyna popped my dick out of her mouth and when she did, drool followed.
“Mhmm, I love the way yo’ dick taste. Fuck,” she moaned. “It makes me so fucking wet,” she hissed between her teeth.
Chyna then pulled her shorts to the side and dipped two fingers into her center. “Ahhh,” she moaned out as her head fell back and she played with her clit.
That shit was so fucking sexy and my dick was now rock fucking hard. That shit was sexy watching her play with her pussy.
Chyna took her fingers out of her pussy and smeared all of her juices onto my dick and went back to sucking it.
“I taste so good,” she let out.
“Let me taste,” I told her, and she stopped sucking and dipped her fingers back into her pussy and when she pulled her fingers out, they were coated in her nectar.
I grabbed her hand and brought her fingers up to my nose first, inhaling her scent. Once I saw that she smelled good, I stuck her fingers in my mouth and licked off all of her sweetness.
“Now finish, so I can nut,” I told her, and she forcefully shoved my dick back down her throat.
This time, she didn’t stop. She didn’t slow down. She was bobbing on my dick and choking so damn hard that tears were coming out of her eyes.
“Shit.” I hit the blunt again. “Damn,” I exhaled.
Looking down as Chyna did that lil’ thing I liked with her tongue around the head of my dick, my nut was now right at the tip of my dick.
“Suck that mothafucka,” I told her, and she began sucking on it as if it was a popsicle.
“I want to nut on your face.” I stopped her and stood to my feet.
I then released all of my seeds on her face, painting a pretty picture.
“Fuck,” I howled as the blunt began to burn down and burn my damn finger.
“Shit.” I dropped it and it went right down Chyna’s shirt.
“Ahh,” she screamed. “Shit.” She hopped up and began to shake her shirt until the dubbie fell out and hit the ground.