A Child of a Crackhead (12 page)

She yelled as the blood poured out from the detachment on the side of her head. She felt as if she was going to pass out from the loss of blood and the pain.

Then crying was heard from the little baby upstairs. “It looks like someone woke the baby. He’ll just have to join the party.”

Black Ice said.

“NO!” Officer Reed yelled as Black Ice made his way upstairs. A few minutes later, he returned with the baby curled up in his arm. “You have yourself a cute baby, Officer Reed.” Black Ice made his way over to Barbara who was crying and trying to stay awake and not pass out. Black Ice looked into both Barbara and Officer Reed’s eyes.

He saw both pleading in their eyes both begging him not to hurt their baby. Black Ice pulled out a Beretta 9mm with a silencer on it. He put the gun to the baby’s head.

“NO! NO!” both screamed. An

orange flash came out of the gun as a bullet tore through the baby’s chest. Black Ice released the newborn baby and both Barbara and Officer Reed watched as the baby hit the floor. Officer Reed wiggled around on the floor full of rage. “Don’t worry little pig.

I’ll make my way to you.” Black Ice raised his gun to Barbara’s forehead. She was crying looking at her baby on the floor. She never looked up at the gun. The bullet shredded through her skull and sent pieces of her brain flying everywhere.

Black Ice walked over to Officer Reed and bent down next to him. “You should have kept your mouth closed, pig. It’s a shame I had to kill your wife. She had some good pussy and she could suck some dick.”

Black Ice laughed.

Officer Reed didn’t hear a word Black Ice said. His mind and heart were lost in pain over the loss of his son and wife. Black Ice stood back up and aimed his gun at Officer Reed and let off five shots and two quick ones in rapid succession. He watched the bullets tear through his body and him jerk around until he died. Black Ice grabbed Officer Reed’s work bag and grabbed a few things in the house he needed. He picked up the chunks of flesh and put it in the bag and left the house with an evil grin on his face.

He laughed and hopped into his Ford Taurus and pulled off.

Chapter 23

“Yo, what the fuck are going to do?

It’s been three weeks now and the cops still haven’t caught Black Ice. Caesar do you think he knows that we had something to do with that?” Ace asked nervously.

“Naw, he doesn’t know. If he did we’d be dead already.” Caesar replied.

“You heard the cops rushed his

apartment and they still couldn’t find him, even his son and that bitch are nowhere to be found. What are we going to do?” Ace continued while leaning back on the passenger seat of Caesar’s car. He was more than nervous. He was scared shitless. He knows how Black Ice gets down and he damn sure didn’t want to be one of his victims with a body part missing. Shit if it wasn’t for Caesar and Lisa talking him into this shit, he wouldn’t even have been down for it. Lisa always wants more and more money. Ace thought to himself.

“Listen Ace, J-Rock is on the low now. And we can’t get him to go try to kill Black Ice again, even if he did find him.

Black Ice will be on point, but I got a plan.”

Caesar said.

“What?” Ace replied.

“Black Ice hasn’t been around to pick up this money from the spot in three weeks.

This is what we do. We keep running the spots and collect all the money. He will pop up one day to get his money. You know Black Ice can’t stay away from his money.

Shit that nigga would kill us if he thought we didn’t have his money, even if he is in hiding. So, when he comes for the money we will be waiting for him.” Caesar said.

“What the fuck you mean? We will be waiting for him?” Ace asked.

“I mean we have to hill him

ourselves.” Caesar said.

“What?” Ace yelled. “Getting

someone to kill his was one thing, but now you want us to hill him?”

Caesar got into Ace’s face. “This shit is not a game nigga. If you want to make this fucking money to buy Lisa a house or anything else, we have to put in work. I want that spot for myself, and nothing is going to stop me. Are you in or what?”

Caesar said while slowly reaching for his gun on his waist.

“Yea, man I’m in, but how did you know I want to buy Lisa a house. I don’t remember telling you.”

“Oh, you must have said something to me. How else would I have known?”

“Yea, yea right” Ace replied, but knew he never said anything to Caesar about him wanting to buy a house. How the fuck he knows that, I only told Lisa he thought.

As he got out of Caesar’s car and headed towards his own car, “Remember be ready.”

Caesar hollered.

Chapter 24

Rachel’s bottom lip trembled for the craving she was feeling. She already smoked the two ounces she had left the apartment with, but found one of Black Ices’

stash spots in one of the apartments she went to. She smoked the entire crack in the stash spot, but there was money on top of money in that spot. She would take the money out of the stash for her house. She was going to buy crack off the street. Rachel sat on the bed and cried. She couldn’t fight it and she wanted to. She cried out loud. She started thinking of her baby, Michael. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw him. She missed him very much. Tears started flowing down her face. She held her hands to her face and cried. She had to figure out something. She had to.

She then thought that she needed to leave this apartment before Black Ice found her here. She had to get her baby back. She went through her bag and found a piece of paper with a number written on it. She picked up the house phone and dialed the number. “Hello.” The voice said on the other end of the phone.

“Janet?” Rachel asked.

“Yes. Who is this?” Janet asked back.

“It’s Rachel.”

“Oh my God, Rachel I miss you.

What took you so long to call?” Janet said.

“Janet, I……I need your help.”

Janet could hear Rachel starting to cry. And knew it was serious. “What do you need? I’ll do anything for you cousin.”

“I need a place to stay and your help.”

Rachel started to say.

“Say no more. Where do you want me to come and pick you up?” Janet asked.

“Meet me at Momma’s place.” Rachel said and hung up the phone and grabbed the bag with money and headed out the door.

Michael cried for two weeks straight and every now and again when he went to bed. He thought of his mother. He’d use a dirty pillow that he laid on to wipe away the tears. She promised that she would come back to get me. It had been five weeks and his mother still hasn’t come back to get him.

Michael heart became even colder every day he went without his mother’s love. He blamed his father for making her the way she was, but deep down he started to hate her as well for never coming back for him.

He didn’t care that she missed his birthday and he didn’t get a birthday cake or gift. All he wanted was his mother’s love and to be taken away from Momma’s house.

Michael hated Momma’s house. He was forced to shit in a bucket and dump it outside in the back yard. Pooky, his cousin, and Michael had to share a bed. Pooky always pissed the bed. And Michael would wake up all wet and smelled like piss.

When he told Momma, she just laughed at him and called him a child of a crack head.

She say, “Boy don’t you know that you’re not going to be better than even the shit I push out because you are a child of a crack head.” Those words broke Michael’s heart at seven years old being told he wasn’t going to be better than shit. He felt more pain then he should. So, he turned the pain into anger and unleashed it. He started kicking Pooky out of the bed. He wouldn’t let his cousin sleep in the bed anymore.

“Pooky, you can’t sleep in this bed anymore.

I’m tired of you pissing on me.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” He tried to climb back on the bed, but Michael curled his hands in a fist. And with all his might and strength hit Pooky like he saw his father do to his mother so many times.

Pooky went flying backward after he struck him with his fist. He hit the floor hard leaving Pooky crying holding his eyes.

“I’m telling Momma.” Pooky said crying.

“Go ahead. You still ain’t sleeping in this bed.”

Pooky got up and ran to Momma’s room holding his eye. Michael followed behind him. Poky found momma in her room in her chair watching a talk show.

“Momma, Momma. Michael kicked and punched me and said I couldn’t sleep in the bed next to him no more.”

“Boy, stop your fucking crying. You damn child of a crack head.” Momma turned her head towards Michael. For some reason, she hated Michael, maybe because he was Rachel’s baby or because he had Black ice blood running through him. She heard rumors that Black Ice killed her youngest son, Brian. She didn’t know if it was true or not, but she still hated Black Ice just from the rumors.

Momma knew Brian was raping all the boys and girls in the house, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care because she thought that just because the kids were children of crack heads it didn’t matter.

“Listen you little mother fucker. You don’t tell anyone in this house what to do in this house. If anyone is going to sleep on the floor, it’s going to be you!” Momma yelled while looking into Michael’s eyes. Momma looked deep into them and saw no fear and someone that was cold hearted. Michael smiled a devilish grin. Momma swore she could see the devil look back at her. Her heart skipped a beat and started beating faster. She gasped for air while grabbing at her chest. “Pooky…..Pooky” She said out of breath. “Go grab my pump on the dresser.”

Pooky began to walk to the dresser.

He felt hands wrap around his neck and pull him back being shoved to the floor. Michael jumped on top of Pooky and began to hit him whit his fist again and again. When Michael got tired, he got off of him. Pooky lay on the floor crying in pain. “Now you stay there until I tell you to move and you are going to sleep on the floor, not me.”

Michael yelled.

Momma watched the boys while

gasping for air as if she was going to pass out and die. She fell to the floor and tried to crawl over to the dresser herself. Michael slowly walked to the dresser and grabbed the pump and bent down next to Momma and put the pump in front of her face.

Momma wheezing tried to reach for the pump. Michael pulled it back. “If you ever call my mother a crack head or talk to me wrong again, I will let you die.”

“I….I won’t.” She wheezed. Michael handed her the pump. She placed it to her mouth and pressed down on the pump. She let the medicine fill her lungs and she repeated until she was breathing normal.

Momma said, “You’re just like your father.”

She got up and stepped back from Michael out of fear.

“Don’t say that!” Michael yelled and walked out of the room and went to bed.

Chapter 25

Rachel walked through Momma’s

door early in the morning. She made her way past the dirty clothes and the garbage on the floor to the room where she knew Michael would be sleeping. She looked down on the floor and saw Pooky lying there sound asleep. She sat down on the bed next to her son watching him sleep. She had tears rolling down her face thinking how much she missed Michael. She rubbed his head.

Michael dreamt that he heard his mother’s voice and tears rolled down his face while he was still asleep. He opened his eyes to wipe the tears, but he felt a soft hand wipe them for him. He sat up rubbing his eyes not believing what he was dreaming. But, it wasn’t a dream. His mother was sitting right next to him. He jumped into her arms about knocking her off the bed. All the hate and pain he was feeling just went away feeling his mother embrace him in her arms. “Come on baby. We have to go.” Rachel said to Michael.

“What about my clothes?” Michael asked.

“Leave them here. We’re going to get you some new ones.” She answered.

Pooky woke up from the noise and watched Michael and Rachel leave from the bedroom. “I’ll get you one day.” Pooky grumbled to himself as he started to cry.

Momma watched Rachel and Michael leave her house and was more than happy to see Michael leave. “That child is pure evil.”

She thought to herself.

When they got outside, Rachel held Michael’s hand and led him to a gray two door Nissan Pathfinder. He opened the door and crawled up in the SUV. Rachel reached for the seatbelt and buckled her son in.

Michael looked at the driver. She was a pretty young woman. She almost looked just like his mother, until his father made her smoke that stuff. “Mommy, who is she?

And where are we going?” Michael asked.

“This is my little cousin, baby. Her name is Janet.” Rachel explained.

Janet heard her name and she looked back at Michael and smiled the most beautiful smile Michael has ever seen next to his mother’s smile. “Hi Michael” Janet said.

“Hi.” Michael said.

“We’re going to a small town called Amityville in Long Island. That’s where I live and you are going to help me and your mommy, get herself better.” Janet said to Michael.

“You mean you don’t want to smoke that funny smelling stuff anymore, Mommy?” Michael asked.

“That’s right.” Rachel replied.

Michael looked at both woman and smiled real big. That made him so happy.

He was willing to do anything to get things back to where they were before his mother started smoking that stuff.

Chapter 26

J-Rock was so scared that he never left his apartment since the attempted killing of Black Ice that was not successful. He still hadn’t heard from Smoke. The word on the street was he dipped out after taking the bag of money that Black Ice dropped that day.

It’s been six weeks already and the cops still haven’t caught Black Ice to bring him in for questioning. J-Rock knew he shouldn’t have messed with Caesar and Ace’s ass and crossed Black Ice. J-Rock needed some ass and wanted a quick fuck. So, he called Shelly. He heard that she started smoking crack and he fucked her a few times in the past. He knew all he had to do was give her a little bit of money, but now that he knew she smoked crack it would be even cheaper.