Tika’s mom, whom we called Ms. Samantha, had a boyfriend named Fletch. “Fuck!” I yelled when I saw his candy apple red BMW parked outside of their apartment. Ms. Samantha must not have gone to work today. Shit! No pussy for me. Even though Ms. Samantha liked me a lot, and said that I was a cutie, I knew that fucking her daughter while she was at home was not going to be happening.
“Shit! Tika’s mama at home man,” I grumbled to Shell frustrated as we stepped up to the back door of the apartment.
“Why you say that bru? I don’t see her car out here,” Shell said as a matter of fact.
Up until then I hadn’t really noticed that I didn’t see Ms. Samantha’s cream colored Maxima parked in its usual spot, but I’ll be damned if Shell didn’t have a point. Just as I raised my arm to knock on the door, a loud “POW!” that sounded like a cherry bomb firecracker going off, blasted out of the apartments’ kitchen window! Startled I jumped back, almost knocking Shell on his ass in the process! And that’s when I heard her.
“Please, I don’t wanna do this no more. My mama loves you.” Tika’s tearful voice drifted out of the window.
“Shut the fuck up bitch and suck this dick like I told you! The next time it ain’t gonna be no smack! I’m gone put my foot up yo funky ass! I told you your mama ain’t nothing but a whore, just like you! Now suck it!” Fletch didn’t have a big booming voice, but his throaty New York accent was unmistakable! Heart pounding, I raced back to the door like a caged animal, prepared to break it down to rescue my girl, just before Shell grabbed me by the arm and yanked me back! Feeling like he must have lost his fuckin mind by stopping me, I turned, fist clenched poised to go bananas on his ass, when he held his finger to his lip as a gesture for me to remain silent, and motioned me over to the open window. Using every drop of restraint that I had in my body, I quietly tipped over to the window with Shell and almost vomited at the sight before me! Immediately I was shocked and repulsed, as we peeped through the small crack at Fletch. He was standing over Tika, pants around his ankles, with one hand behind her head, the other gripping a black Glock .40, as she sucked with tears streaming down her face. Furiously, I watched as Tika’s tears continued to fall. Now I knew who’d been coaching her with the act of fellatio!
“Could you please put that down?” Tika begged, motioning to the gun.
“Hell no bitch. I never put my gun down! Now hurry up and suck this dick, I got other shit to do!” Fletch barked, glancing nonchalantly at the time on his wrist watch. Once again, Tika continued to suck and cry, until suddenly Fletches legs tightened, as he threw his head back and let out a loud animalistic growl! “Aaaaaahhhhh!” Fletch yelled out as Tika pulled back and spit on the floor. “Bitch, who told you to spit my shit out!” POW! A back - hand smack sent Tika sliding across the kitchen floor! Fletch was six feet four and around two hundred and sixty pounds. Not a small nigga by far. “Stupid lil bitch! I ought to make you lick that shit up! But better yet, I know what!” Fletch screamed like a maniac! Yanking Tika up off the floor by her hair, he pressed her face painfully into the wall, ripped off her panties, and forced himself dryly into her from behind!
“Owwww! Please nooooo!” Tika’s screams fell on deaf ears, as what in reality was probably no more than forty - five seconds, seemed like years that I stood and watched this man, pounding himself in and out of my girl, over and over degrading her with viciously yelled obscenities, while continuing to mash her face into the wall! A few more stiff pumps, followed by another loud howl, and Fletch was pulling out of her ejaculating on the floor. “Whew! Damn bitch!” He yelled out, shaking his dick off as the last few drops of his semen hit the floor. “Now clean that shit up before your mama gets home. I’m taking y’all out to eat tonight.” Tika lay balled up on the floor, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, as Fletch buckled his pants, smoothed down his hair and walked out the back door.
Ducking back behind the building pulling Shell with me, we watched as Fletch rounded the corner, bent down and wiped something off the tip of his Gucci loafer, before climbing in his whip and driving away. Leaning up against the building I suddenly felt my own cheeks wet with tears. And in that moment, I wished I’d never left school that day. But just as quickly as I’d shed a tear of sorrow for my girl, these same tears turned into tears of rage! Walking back up to the back door, I knocked and watched through the small crack in the shades, as Tika jumped frightened at the simple sound.
“Tika, it’s me Banks,” I tried to sound casual and not show the emotions I was feeling through my voice. Right now, I had to be there for her. She was not at fault. She’d been violated in the worst way. Only god knew how long that sick motherfucker had been having his way with her.
“Teddy? Oh…. I’m coming! Hold up a second!” Quickly Tika jumped to her feet and ran over to make sure the shades were drawn. Although the shade did go down just slightly, making it impossible for me to see into the apartment from where I was standing now, I was sure she didn’t realize that I could actually see into the apartment before. My heart seemed caught in my throat as I stood at the door and listened to shuffling inside the apartment. And when she finally snatched the door open, Tika could have won an Oscar for her performance. She greeted me with a smile and the face of an angel, without so much as a hint of what had just happened showing on her bright features. Yeah. Fletch had definitely been raping her for a minute. And the shit sickened me.