part0007

“Hennessy, a C coming from someone who took my class last year, is unacceptable.” She disappointedly shook her head as she placed the test paper on Hennessy’s desk before walking down the row.

Ms. Mc- whatever the fuck her name is, was always trying to put somebody on blast. I couldn’t stand her bitch ass. I couldn’t stand half the motherfuckers in this class; I was just there to avoid being sent back to juvie. My caseworker made it clear that if I didn’t lay low until I aged out of the system, I would spend the rest of my teenage years in a juvenile detention center.

“Be more like Miami. He’s the only student in my class with a perfect grade.” Her bitch ass spoke up, pointing me out again.

I hated when the spotlight was on me. Watching the other students turn in their seats to look over at me made my blood boil. When the white girl, Sally, or whatever white ass name she had tapped the back of my chair, I wanted to spaz out on her.

“Wassup, man?” I turned around to face her.

“I have to pass this class, or my parents will freak out. You think you can tutor me after school?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Nah, I’m good.” Looking down at her paper, I noticed her name was Suzy.

“Excuse me?” Suzy’s eyes widened in shock.

“I’m not trying to be accused of no shit I ain’t do. You already know how that shit goes,” I replied before turning back around.

I had nothing against white people; I just wasn’t green to the shit that went down between innocent black men and the privileged.

I could feel Hennessy’s eyes burning a hole through the side of my face as she sat next to me, pretending to look over the questions she got wrong. I wasn’t going to front, shorty was bad, an exotic type of bad. From her diamond shaped face, low eyes, and plump lips, I could tell shorty was mixed. She hung with a group of hoes, yet I didn’t get hoe vibes from her. Reaching for my test paper, I placed it on her desk.

“Ma, I peep you all in my grill. Focus on that instead.” I smirked and glanced down at my paper.

Standing to my feet at the precise moment the bell rang, I was the first person out the door.

“Straight,” I replied while standing by the door.

I was done with our conversation the moment she initiated it, but a nigga wasn’t rude enough to walk off until she was done running her mouth.

“Good. The food is ready. You trying to eat right now?” she asked while she shuffled through the pots.

Ms. Kim wasn’t a bad lady. In fact, she was the only one of my many foster parents who gave a fuck about her foster kids. She made sure we had food to eat, clean clothes to wear, and cable to entertain us.

“Alright.” Taking a seat at the table, I dropped my Jansport book bag on the ground and waited for her to place the plate of food in front of me.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, gazing down at the roast with carrots and potatoes over a bed of white rice with a side of baked macaroni and cheese.

“Eat up, baby.” She smiled while placing a cup of grape Kool-Aid in front of me.

In a way, Ms. Kim reminded me of my ma dukes. Like her, Ms. Kim was a mother who loved catering to her children. Until my twelfth birthday, I had nothing but good memories of my family.

Growing up, my childhood was the best. I lived in a two-parent household with my baby sister. For the most part, I’ve always remembered my parents being happy. My mother, who was a stay at home mom, made sure the home front was taken care of, while my father worked as a school bus driver and a factory manager. Me and my baby sister, Harlem, had everything out hearts desired. We were happy until a shift in our household took place.

On my twelfth birthday, I remember my father coming home drunk and angry. I could vividly hear my father’s voice bounce off the walls as he yelled at my mother, picking at the little shit she wasn’t doing right. Harlem was so scared that night that she ended up creeping in my room and climbing in bed with me.

An hour later, the yelling stopped, the front door slammed, and a few moments later, my mother came in the room to check on us. I could see the tears in her eyes. As I reached in to wipe them away, she assured me that everything was okay. After making sure we were tucked in, she told us she loved us, kissed us goodnight, then, later on, died while she was in the tub.

When my father returned home, he slit her throat from ear to ear while she took her nightly bath. He then walked into my room, stood over my bed, shot Harlem, then shot me. With my hand clutching my chest, I could feel my life slipping away from me before I heard a final gunshot. The shot that ended my father’s life.

Being the only one to survive that shit left me traumatized. The day I lost my family and was thrust into the system was the day my heart grew cold. I didn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything. Hell, I didn’t give a fuck about my damn self. I kept my head low and did what I felt I needed to do to survive.

“You don’t like the food?” Ms. Kim asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“It was straight,” I uttered, looking down at my half-eaten plate of food.

“You must have had a big lunch.” She smiled as she removed the plate of food from in front of me.

“Yeah, that’s what it was.” I shrugged.

“Alright, baby. Go do your homework. I know you got some.”

“Yeah, okay.” Picking my bookbag off the ground, I placed it in the hallway closet before entering the small, box-sized room that I shared with the other boys who Ms. Kim fostered.

Since there were four boys in one small room, Ms. Kim had managed to fit two sets of bunk beds inside, leaving us no room to maneuver around. Digging through the sturdy trash bag that housed my clean clothes, I pulled out a pair of boxers and shorts before heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

Standing in the mirror, my hand touched the faint scar from the bullet that penetrated my chest. Memories of that night began to flood my mind again as I did my best to shake away the thoughts. Descending my body under the hot stream of water, I placed both hands on the pink colored tiled walls while I hung my head. At sixteen, I was filled with so much anger. I resented my mother for not leaving that night after my father left. She knew something was wrong, but she stayed. I hated my father for taking away the only people I ever loved.

“Hey, boy, Ms. Kim went to work.” Kelly, Ms. Kim’s little sister, spoke before looking at me with lust in her eyes.

At the age of thirty-five, Kelly was a bum who had nothing going for herself. Out of the three sisters, Ms. Kim and Kendra, the two oldest, were the closest. Kelly was more like the black sheep of the family. She had no job, no kids, and no man, probably because her ugly ass was sick as fuck in the head.

“Come lay with me.” She motioned for me to join her on the bottom bunk.

Doing as I was told, I went to lay down with her and waited for her to suck my dick like she’d been doing for the last two years since I’d been living with Ms. Kim. Being bounced from foster home to foster home began to take a toll on me. Before being placed with Kim, I had been in homes where I had to fight for a place to rest my head, forced to go days without eating or having any clean clothes for school. If I had to sacrifice getting my dick sucked by Kelly’s nasty ass in return for having a somewhat stable place to play my head, then so be it.

“I want to do something a little different,” she whispered in my ears as she began to kiss all over me. “I want to feel that dick in me.”

Removing my shorts, I lay on my back and waited for her to do whatever the fuck she wanted to do. Her lips felt cold as ice cubes as she kissed me from my neck down to my waist. Kelly was an okay looking woman with a body shaped like Wendy Williams. She did little to nothing in turning me on. With my flaccid dick in her mouth, she sucked and licked on my wood until it began to grow in her wet, warm mouth. The minute my dick sprang to life, her eyes lit up as she gave me top until I erupted in her mouth.

“That big dick tastes so good.” She grinned while hiking up her dress then removing her panties.

Usually, after I nut in her mouth, she would walk away satisfied, but now she was determined to take a nigga’s virginity.

“You been giving my dick those fast girls at your school?” Pulling her bottom lips between her teeth, she inched down on my dick until I was fully inside.

“Damn,” she groaned as she attempted to ride my dick.

When she was tired of bumping her head against the top bunk, she motioned for me lay on the floor.

With my eyes closed, I imagined it was Hennessey on my dick screaming out fuck while calling me daddy. In a matter of seconds, my dick began to twitch. A feeling of euphoria surged through my body as I lay there with my tongue hanging out the side of my mouth, experiencing a feeling I couldn’t describe.

“You about to nut, daddy, huh? This pussy got you going crazy,” she purred while rotating her hips.

“FUCK!” I growled before pulling my dick out and shooting my nut straight in the air.

Although this was my first time getting pussy, I wasn’t green when it came to sex education. I knew that nutting in Kelly could possibly leave me fathering an unwanted child with a bitch who was sick in the head.

“Damn, I didn’t even catch my nut yet.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I guess you gotta eat this pussy until I cum.”

In one swift motion, she hopped off my lap and was on the ground with her legs wide open as she anticipated the feeling of my mouth on her. The moment she pulled her strange looking pussy lips apart to expose her clit, the room filled with a rancid odor. The fish like stench that penetrated the air gave me an instant headache.

“Hurry the fuck up before one of them little niggas come home,” she barked.

“Nah, I’m good.” I waved her off. The scent that filled the room as she held her legs wide apart was foul. It smelled as if she used her pussy to store garbage.

“What the fuck did you say to me?” Snapping her legs closed, she glared at me with anger in her eyes. Even with her legs closed, her deadly mist lingered around, threatening to make me sick.

“I said I’m not doing that shit. I let you suck and ride my dick, but that’s it.”

“This little nigga done got pussy for the first time in his life, and now he talking that big shit.” She chuckled, talking to herself as if she was the only one in the room. “Eat this pussy, or you can kiss all this bullshit goodbye. It ain’t nothing for me to have your caseworker in this bitch packing your shit up. Try me.”

“Do what the fuck you gotta do then, bitch!” I spat.

Snatching up my towel, I walked back into the bathroom to wash the foul stench that was now attached to my dick.

“Open this fucking door!” Kelly began to bang on the door.

“This bitch.” I shook my head.

Re-dressing, I opened the door and found Kelly standing by the door with a knife in her hand.

“You will do what I say when I say it,” she whispered while running the blade down the side of my face.

“I ain’t got shit to live for. My soul died a long time ago. Do it, bitch!” With my eyes trained on Kelly, I waited for her to use that knife, I desperately wanted her to use that shit and put me out of my misery.

“Next time, do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it.” She chuckled before making her way back to the room that I resided in. Instead of following her, I grabbed my Converse, laced them up on my feet, threw my bookbag over my shoulders, then headed out the door.

Stepping over used condoms and needles, I made my way to the park that was located a few blocks from the apartment complex I lived in. Bypassing the dope boys who stood on the corner busting their licks, while a few of them loitered on the sidewalk engaging in a game of dice, I kept my head low and my fist balled at my side. I didn’t go looking for trouble, but if I had to, I would lay a nigga out.

Walking over to a picnic table that was shielded away from the bold, Florida sun, I plopped down and pulled my books out. I didn’t care for school. I barely paid attention to the teachers, and most of the time, I was staring off into space. Everything I knew was self-taught. Schoolwork was basically reading the bullshit in the textbook, then answering the questions; basic shit.

In the middle of my Pre Cal work, I could feel a presence hovering over me. The sweet vanilla beam was all too familiar, without looking up I already knew who it was.

“You need something?” I asked with my attention still on the equation I was solving.

“Can I sit here?” she asked.

“Do you. All this shit free to the public.”

“Why you so damn rude?” Hennessy asked as she plopped down on the seat in front of me.

“Why you always looking at me and shit?” I countered, finally looking up at her.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I just be trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.” Pulling out a joint, she placed it between her glossed lips before firing it up. “You smoke?”

“What you want, man?” I drawled.

“I’m just trying to figure you out, that’s all.” She handed the joint out to me.

“Ain’t shit to figure out.” Reaching for the joint, I took two pulls before passing it back to her.

“There’s a reason why you so damn angry all the time.”

“Because motherfuckers like you keep fucking with me,” I growled.

“Damn, alright. My girls did say your ass was weird as fuck. Now I see why.”

“Fuck you and your hoe ass friends!” I spazzed.

“Bum ass nigga, I swear.” She chuckled to herself before blowing smoke in my face and walking off.

Looking up, I caught a glimpse at the way her little booty poked out in her black biker shorts.

Laughter filled the air while niggas stood in various areas of the park, cuddled up with a bitch. Gazing at the basketball court, I paid attention to the intense one on one basketball game that was going on. When the sky grew dark, prompting the street lights to come on, slowly, everyone began to scatter with the exception of the block boys who hugged the corners.

Placing my bookbag down on the corner of the bench, I rested my head against it while looking up at the sky. I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was going to do, but I refused to spend two more years at Ms. Kim’s being Kelly’s bitch.