by Prenisha Aja
My body was shaking as I looked up at the man that was dressed in the same clothes that he had on the last time he was at our house, but this time his car wasn’t outside. Which if it was, it would have alerted me and I would have called the cops.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked him as my voice shook and I held my knees up to my chest. “Please just let us go. What do you want, money?”
I didn’t have money to give him, but I would sure as hell try my hardest to come up with it.
“Is that what you think?” He looked at me.
He then began to pace back and forth. He still had the gun in his hand as he carelessly moved it in any direction.
While he was in his own zone, I looked at my grandma. She now had tears in her eyes and I hated to see her tied up like that. I had to do something. There was no way that I was going to lose her to whoever this crazy person was.
“So, your grandma didn’t tell you who I was?” He turned around quickly and looked at me.
Yes, me and her were supposed to talk about the shit, but we never did.
“No.” I shook my head and he burst into a fit of laughter again.
“You ol’ bitch. You never really liked me anyway,” he rambled off.
“It was because of you that my father sent me off. I blame you. I fucking blame you. Y’all have no idea what I went through when y’all sent me to stay with them damn people. Do you know how it felt, to know that your own father didn’t want you? Then to have to stay with a family that was just as ill as me?” He laughed as he scratched the side of his head with the gun.
I looked at him. Whoever he was and whatever he had been through had made him this way. I could tell that he had been through a lot and was battling with those demons every day. The way his clothes were filthy. The hair on his head was thick with little white fuzz balls inside of it. His eyes were bloodshot red and he twitched every now and again. Also, the way he was laughing right now, let me know that something was really wrong with him.
“Daisey, you know what the fuck happened to me?” he shouted as he looked over at my grandma who was crying so hard that she was choking up.
“My grandma’s husband was beating and raping me. He was having his fucking way with me as many times as he wanted to, and you know? Nobody gave a fuck. They didn’t believe me. You know why, because they already had it in their heads that I was sick. That I was mentally ill and that I was just sprouting out shit.” He paused, looked up at the ceiling then he looked back at my grandma.
“But I guess that was my karma, huh?” He glared at my grandma.
“It was my fucking karma, huh bitch?” he shouted, which caused me to jump.
The scene before me was so intense, and I didn’t know what exactly was the history between the two of them, but I don’t think I wanted to know.
“Did your grandma ever tell you about me?” He looked at me.
“No, and I don’t want to know you,” I spat.
He chuckled and stumbled over to where my grandma was. I leaped to my feet and screamed, “Don’t fucking touch her.”
“Sit your ass down before I use this.” He pointed the gun at me and I backed up.
When he reached my grandma, I wanted to run and go save her but I also didn’t want to die.
Seconds later, he ripped the tape off of my grandma’s mouth, causing her to scream in agony, and I had to gasp and cover my mouth because I knew it hurt.
“Daisey, are you going to tell her who I am or do I have to?” He looked at her in a creepy way as his head tilted from side to side, and I looked at my grandma.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice trembled as she looked at me.
Now I was confused, scared and just wanted to be saved from this horror scene.
“Are you going to tell her or am I going to have to?” he asked again.
“Why.. why do you want her to know who you are? Did you forget what you did?” my grandma yelled at him, and a smirk appeared on his face.
He ran his hand down his face and then stared off at nothing in particular.
“How could I forget somebody as pretty as her? I could never forget her. I could never forget how she felt.” He smiled widely as he reminisced about whatever they were talking about.
“You are a sick bastard,” my grandma spat as she leaned forward and spit right on him.
“Run… Kaizlyn… just run,” my grandma yelled in my direction.
“What? No, I’m not leaving you here with this man. I can't lose you. I already lost my mother,” I cried. “I can't.”
“Kaizlyn, listen to me. I will be ok.” She nodded and I began to cry hard as hell as I debated on what I should do.
Shaking my head, I began to slowly walk backwards towards the door.
“Don’t do it,” he warned me.
I began to count down from five… 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…. I darted out of the room door, bumping into the wall on my way out.
“You bitch,” I heard him yell at my grandma, and then I heard a big crash.
I wanted to go back, but I kept running until I got to the front door.
Pow!
He shot the gun and I looked back at him as I struggled to get out of the front door. Finally opening the door, I darted out of the house. The cool breeze hit my face as he let the gun go off again.
Pow!
“Don’t run away from your father,” he shouted out, and it was like my ears began to ring. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I felt like I was about to pass out as I ran across the grass and up the neighbor's house.
Banging on the door, I prayed that somebody answered before he made his way off of the porch.
“Let me in, please. Help!” I banged on the door and looked over my shoulder as he began to make his way off of the porch.
I was now scared for my life because I had no clue exactly what this man, who I now knew as my father, was capable of.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Chapter One
Oh my God!
With her hands grasping the crisp envelope that her grandmother had given to her, Star felt tears of happiness well up in the corners of her eyes. Her eyes had nearly bulged out of her skull when she read the return address. Excitement bubbled up in her gut when she saw Northwestern University on the outside.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down, reminding herself that whatever was inside could either be good or bad news. Although she prayed that she had been accepted into the school of her dreams, she didn’t want to get her hopes high only to be let down if things didn’t work out her way.
Ripping open the envelope, she closed her eyes and said a quick prayer before opening them to read the letter inside.
Congratulations! Your application for admission to Northwestern University has been accepted. We are offering you a four-year full tuition academic scholarship. This scholarship will pay all your tuition and fees based on your stellar high school GPA.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!”
Star was flabbergasted. Her legs almost buckled underneath her. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing and reread the letter several times until her eyes began to water. She was on the verge of tears.
Walking behind her, Ebony hugged her tight, pulling her into a bear hug.
“I’m sooooo proud of you, big sis,” she crooned as she rocked her from side-to-side. “I knew you were waiting on these letters, so I saved them until I could give them to you. I’ve had them a long time.”
Suddenly, guilt came over Star and she bit her bottom lip as she and Ebony continued their embrace. Since moving in with Polo and taking her place as the queen Gangstress, she hadn’t been able to visit her little sister as much as she wanted. Pulling away, she held Ebony’s shoulders and looked her right in the eyes.
“I promise to visit more often,” she told her. “And, even once I go to
school, I won’t be far, so I’ll always come by and check on you.”
Ebony was doubtful but wanted to hope for the best, so she nodded her head and flattened her lips into a small smile. Times had been hard for her lately. With Star being heavily involved in her new life, she felt like she had lost her best friend.
“I promise,” Star repeated. “I have to go now, but I’ll be back. And thank you so much for saving these letters for me. Make sure Grandma gets the money I left her.”
“I will.”
After hugging her sister once more, Star turned around and headed toward her brand new black on black Mercedes Benz as Ebony sat on the front stoop and watched. She opened the door and slid onto the black leather seat, starting the engine with the push of a button. Waving to her sister, she pulled off the street and took off down the road, leaving the neighborhood she’d been desperate to put behind her.
In only a matter of months, her life had upgraded to a level that she could have only seen in her dreams. Gone were the days where she got her clothes from Wal-Mart or the local corner store. She now rocked designer shoes and was dripping in labels. Around her neck, she wore icy necklaces worth a down payment on a mortgage, and her wrists were dripping, too. Polo made sure of that and always kept her pockets stacked. Money was no longer a concern.
As soon as she hopped on the interstate, heading into the city, her cellphone began to ring. She quickly grabbed it, smiling when she saw who was calling.
“Hey, baby,” she cooed into the phone, her tone as sweet as sugar.
“Bae, where you at?” Polo asked, his voice pressed the way it usually was when he was missing her. “I ain’t seen you all day, and I can’t wait to wrap my hands around that fat ass.”
Giggling, Star glanced at her rearview mirror and noticed the Black SUV trailing her. The truck held four of Polo’s shooters, and they accompanied her wherever she went, providing her with security at every moment.
“I know you called Trey already, and he told you I’m headed your way. So, you won’t have to wait too long.”
“What I look like callin’ another nigga to ask ’bout my chick? I ain’t call Trey, but I’m glad to hear yo’ ass comin’ this way. I got somethin’ for you when you get here.”
Star shivered, feeling lust ripple through her body before settling right between her thighs. She knew what Polo had for her, and it was thick, juicy, and long.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” she told him in a tone thick from desire.
“Make it five.”
The moment Star stepped into Polo’s plush, luxury penthouse, the delicious aroma of frying food consumed her. Even though this had been her home for the last couple months, each time she walked in, it was like entering paradise.
The condo was located on West Monroe in the heart of the Loop. Downtown’s opulent shopping centers and huge towers surrounded them. This area was meant for the mega rich… or, in this case, a hustler clocking major commas.
The first thing that shocked her when she moved in was the way Polo meticulously kept things in order. He was a neat freak, and everything was organized to perfection. Even his t-shirts, socks, and shoes were arranged in his closet by color.
Lined on the backside of the mauve, L-shaped sofa were thirty-one White Castle bags that Star had collected earlier that day before leaving to visit her sister. Each one came from a ward in a hood ran by a G.D. governor and, as queen, Star collected them on the same day each week.
She heard the thick baritone of Polo’s masculine voice as he walked down the sprawling staircase. He was in a heated argument with someone. Wearing boxers and a white beater with gold and black diamond chains hanging around his neck, the vision of him was amazing to witness. His muscles glistened under the cathedral ceiling window, illuminating the many colors of the setting sun over his body. It was a spectacular array of hues.
“Don’t fucking worry about the old man and his money, Sloan. Yo, you startin’ to get under a nigga skin—like you don’t like your position with me. Like you tryna challenge how a nigga run shit—”
Suddenly he looked over and saw Star standing across from him next to the large panoramic picturesque window in the living room. She loved this spot in the apartment most. Standing there gave her a feeling like she was high in the clouds overlooking the entire city of Chicago. Like she was on top of the world.
“Hey…” Star waved her fingers and smirked coyly, looking at him. He gave her a nod along with a half-smile and then continued his conversation.
“Well, my nigga, I do shit differently. I promise you the old man gon’ get his money, but if you keep this shit up—I’m tellin’ you now, joe—ain’t nothin’ good comin’ out of this on your end. I’ma count this shit up tonight and do what I’m supposed to do from there like I’ve always done.”
Quietly watching him, Star couldn’t help but notice the huge third leg poking through Polo’s boxer shorts or his ripped six-pack which flexed nicely as he paced the floor. His body was chiseled, sculpted like an African statue that one would see in a museum.
“Damn, nigga, bring that big, sexy ass over here,” Polo seductively intoned as he grabbed his crotch.
She could see his elongated dick hanging like he had a miniature baseball bat in his hand.
Damn, she thought as she sashayed over to him, nervously nibbling on her bottom lip.
He roughly grabbed both of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard, making her butt jiggle before smacking it.
“Take them leggings and panties off,” he ordered. “I want you bent over, butt ass naked, so I can dick you down. A nigga sufferin’ from some major stress.”
“Wait—I want to talk to you about somethin’,” Star managed to say too late.
“Let’s talk later. Right now, I need to feel you.”
She flinched when she felt him pull at her leggings and split them, tearing her lace thong as well. His aggressive, savage ways in the streets didn’t stop once he made it to the bedroom. Polo was rough, even brutal, but with expertise that fascinated her body. He had introduced her to lubricants, exotic body oils, and other toys that made her body cum like a river between her legs. He skillfully manipulated her body, learning how to please her as he taught her how to please him. And now that she was his woman, there was no part of her body that was off limits to him. He was the only man who had ever sampled her love, and he took full advantage of that. Her body was his playground, and he had no inhibitions, but he demanded that she be the same way.
Star wanted to talk to him about the acceptance letter from Northwestern, but, by then, her panties were nearly past her knees, and her sex was throbbing as Polo probed her with one finger. He had her so wide open, and her clit so sensitive, that she could feel a chill run over it from the air conditioning.
“Damn, your shit stay wet. You got my dick rock hard.” He groaned while looking at her like she had sexual powers that he couldn’t believe.
Star giggled girlishly and before she could even move, he was snatching her clothes off, pulling and tugging at her body. That mannish shit turned her on as she let him have his way, her pussy throbbing with anticipation of what was to come.
Once he was finished taking her clothes off, she stood nude, and he was right in front of her, looking down at her like the trophy she was. His breathing was heavy. A sliver of light from the setting sun came in from the ceiling dome, holding them in an ambient glow.
“I know you had a long day. Probably tired, and you seem a little tense,” he said, running his fingers softly across her arm. “I got somethin’ for that ass.” He grinned sheepishly.
With timid steps, Star approached him, knowing exactly what he had for her in order to calm her down. The first time he’d tricked her into it, but this time she was fully aware of what she was taking. Polo pulled the pill out, set it on the tip of her tongue, and Star swallowed it down. Ecstasy turned her into a freak, and now that she’d learned how to ride the high, she enjoyed the crazy things that Polo did to her body
.
The drug began to take effect, and Star watched in awe as Polo stroked himself wantonly, enlarging himself with each stroke. She licked her lips in anticipation, halfway wondering if she was a glutton for pain.
“Come here. Bend over the couch and place your right foot on the ottoman.”
Before she could move, he directed her body, picked up her leg, and bent her spine, stretching her into position. He had her with her ass up, pussy open, and legs extended so far, she could feel a draft dancing along her middle. It teased her in the best way, making her gush honey down her inner thigh. He reached inside a drawer on the coffee table and retrieved a condom, ripped it with his teeth, and put it on.
“You need to make an appointment for some birth control. Quick,” he told her as he’d done many times before. He was adamant about not wanting kids.
Using his saliva like some type of erogenous lubricant, he spit on his fingertips and then slapped his hand on her shaved vagina, easing one of his massive fingers inside. The feel of him stirring her made Star purr like a kitten.
“Ohhhh, shit!”
He massaged her clit like a genie’s lamp, as if he was trying to get several wishes. With his other hand, he grabbed a remote and pressed a button, turning on music, a slow jam, as he softly explored her.
“That feels so good. Don’t stop…” she whispered, closing her eyelids tight.
As he continued to work her, he also eased his thumb in her ass while he began to position himself. Standing back, he placed the head of his dick at the entrance of her sweet opening and started to push, slowly but with determination, splitting her inch by inch. Star cried out. It was ecstasy of the best kind.
“You like this?” he asked seductively and began to message her clit while stroking her gently at the same time.
The sound of her humid sex in connection with his dick made a slippery, succulent, smacking sound. If passion was a song, this would be its perfect melody.