CHAPTER SIXTEEN

DIXIE

 

I stood across the street from Bells & Whistles smoking a cigarette. I’d been standing there for hours doing what I normally do, checking out Charlie and her daily routine.

Look at that bitch standing in front of the window as if she’s queen. And that ratchet Belize ain’t nothing but Charlie’s chambermaid, at her beck and call to do whatever she wants when she wants. I hate both of them bitches but it’s Charlie who keeps me up at night.

After I took Nurse Aggy’s body out of her apartment and threw her into the trunk of her car, I dumped her in the Anacostia River in Washington DC. I knew she would never be seen again because the city didn’t care about that river or its secrets.

When I was done I drove back to her apartment and created a plan. I needed a clear one that would allow me to take everything from Charlie that he loved the most. And if my details were right, and things went my way, Charlie’s world would come to an end very soon.

I removed another cigarette from my jeans when a woman, who was talking on the phone, walked in my direction with a four or five year old child. The little boy was staring in my face like I was a movie and it was working my nerves. Right before he passed me he yelled, “Mommy, look at that man. He’s ugly.”

I looked at his mother hoping she would check his fat ass but she acted like she didn’t hear him. Instead she continued to run her mouth on the phone. So when they walked past me I kicked the boy in his ass sending him straight to the ground…head first.

“Hold on, Benita,” the woman said looking down at her child who was crying his eyes out. “Get your fat ass up, always falling on the ground and shit.” She yanked him roughly by the arm and when he was on his feet she got back on the phone. I laughed my ass off.

Because I was fucking with them, I almost blew my cover. When I saw Charlie and Belize walk out of the store and stand in front of it, I rushed toward Nurse Aggy’s white Honda and slumped down in the driver’s seat so that they wouldn’t see me.

Belize was holding a small book closely to her chest. They said a few words and then Charlie hugged Belize before they walked to their cars.

I slowly pulled the car out and trailed Belize. From the back I saw her dancing around in her black Ford pickup truck looking like an idiot. She was probably dancing to some old show tunes with her dried up, funky ass. I could tell by the comfort level she exhibited that she had no idea that I was following her…big mistake.

The funny thing is I didn’t hate Belize. She wouldn’t have been so bad if she didn’t play Charlie so close. When I used to hang out at Club Wiggles I thought we were all cool, the three of us. Belize, who was my friend first, would come over my house sometimes and we would go on and on about life and men. Charlie would always be there but she was such a square Belize paid her no real attention.

Things went on in that order for a year but before long I got in a relationship with a nigga named Aaron. I went through a lot with Aaron, and when he broke my heart for another queen down Club Wiggles, Belize was there to console me.

Everybody thinks I’m so cruel, like I don’t have any emotions or feelings but it’s not true. I wanted to be a true friend to Belize but when I brought up an argument that Charlie and me had about rent, Belize took her side.

Charlie had gotten fired from his job after working for only two months and I was tired of pulling his weight. I told Belize that I was going to throw him out the next day and he told Charlie behind my back. Charlie ended up getting another job but I knew then that I couldn’t trust Belize. We had been low-key beefing ever since.

After trailing Belize for about twenty minutes, she pulled up in the same neighborhood that she’d always lived in. I’m sure she couldn’t see me because I was about five houses down from where she lived.

I had all intentions on being patient because in the past when I moved too swiftly I got myself into trouble. If there was one thing that I learned from being paralyzed it was that the things you want most in life need patience and attention.

Three hours later, darkness set on the neighborhood and I knew it was time to make my move. If I remembered correctly I’d overheard Belize talking one day about how her on-again, off-again boyfriend, Stephen, kicked her basement door in when they broke up. She said because of it if you jiggled the knob hard the door would pop open. Charlie asked Belize why she didn’t get it fixed and she said because she wouldn’t have to give Stephen another key if they got back together. I was hoping that this was still the case.

After waiting enough time I crept out of the car and strolled up to the house. It was a quiet neighborhood so I didn’t see anybody outside to notice me. I slipped toward the back door and walked down the steps leading to the basement. Before jiggling the knob I looked around again and still didn’t see anybody.

When I was ready I jiggled it harder and the door didn’t budge. Fuck! Please don’t tell me she got it fixed after all. Taking a deep breath, I jiggled it once more and then twice, and before I knew it I gained entrance.

I inched inside and closed the door softly behind me. I had been over Belize’s house before so I knew where her bedroom was. I tiptoed through the basement and up the stairs leading to the rest of the house. It was extremely dark but I knew my way.

I was trying to be silent and since it was around midnight I figured she would be asleep anyway. I prowled toward her bedroom and from where I stood I could see her door was wide open.

Belize was on the bed, face down with her butt out. The white sheets outlined her dark body and she was snoring to the Gods. Her ass was perfect and hard just like I liked it and the light from the DVD player glowed against her chocolate skin. Because she wasn’t in drag, she wasn’t wearing a wig or make up. I immediately grew hard and figured I had to do something about it.

I took my stiff dick out and walked over toward the bed. I stroked my rod in my hands until it was leaking pre-cum. Staring at her ass cheeks I massaged the shaft up and down until I was tingling all over. A few seconds later my cum shot out and landed on her ass cheeks. I hadn’t expected that to happen so I dropped to my knees to hide. But when she continued to snore as if I wasn’t there I stood up.

When I pulled myself together I searched for the book she was carrying earlier that day. Before long, I found it on the dresser behind her and I stuffed it in my pants. I was about to leave when something came over me. Every now and again I got a murderous urge that couldn’t be pacified. I believe now was that time.

I was about to choke her out when I heard a male’s voice yelling, “Babe, why you leave the basement door open?”

I looked down at Belize and luckily she was still snoring. So I dipped out of the room and hung in the darkness of the hallway before the man came inside and spotted me. Moments later a tall dude passed me but he couldn’t see me because I was concealed. I rushed toward the backdoor and out of the house with the book in my hands.

That was a close call and that dude, whoever he was, had just saved Belize’s life.