A Child of a CRACKHEAD II (5 page)

The old man walked over to Pooky and looked down at him rocking back and forth holding his wounds and his dick as blood pumped from them. “You fuck, Pooky. Don’t know how you couldn’t have finished the job, but you get another chance,” the older man said as he picked Pooky up off the ground and threw him up on his shoulders and into a car and drove off slow as police cars started to fill the block.

Michael drove like a mad man. He pulled up to the house in Flatbush and pulled the car into the garage. Inside it was a matching GS Lexus, but black. Michael looked at Mike and almost forgot he was there. Mike’s facial expressions showed no emotion. ‘Damn, for a ten year old, you’d think he’d be crying or in shock, but he’s just sitting there like nothing happen,’ Michael thought.

“Mike, I need you to go sit in the black car right there and give me a second to run in the house really fast okay?”

Mike shook his head up and down. They got out the car at the same time as Mike got in and sat in the passenger seat of the black GS Lexus while Michael used the door that was connected to the garage to go inside the house. He went upstairs turned on a light once he stepped into the room he grabbed a jar filled with water and pulled out the plastic bag that was in his pocket and dumped the head of Pooky’s dick into it and closed it and placed it on the shelf next to all the other trophies he collected. He shut off the light and locked the room door and went back downstairs into the garage and jumped in the car and took off. ‘I hope he don’t remember the address to this house. I wasn’t supposed to bring anyone here, but had to drop that off,’ Michael thought to himself as he stopped at a red light and looked at Mike. Then he pulled off.

“Mike, you know we can never tell anyone about what happened tonight just like the thing that happened to your foster mother. You understand?”

“Yes, I understand Michael. I won’t say a word.”

“Mike, why wasn’t you scared or why you didn’t run away? Any other kid your age would have?” Michael asked while driving and looking at Mike from the corner of his eyes wondering why this little boy was so calm.

“I don’t know I just wasn’t scared and where was I supposed to go if I ran? ACS will find me and just take me to another foster home where they will beat me and won’t feed me.” Mike replied.

Michael’s mind flashed back to when he was a child and how Black Ice used to beat him and his mother for days on days. So much of this little boy reminded Michael of himself even the look in his eyes when he jumped on Pooky’s back and stabbed him in the ear. He looked like he was enjoying it. It couldn’t be maybe I was seeing things Michael thought to himself as pushed the thoughts out of his mind.

Michael pulled up on his block on Gates Avenue and found parking. Mike and him got out of the car and walked to his brownstone house.

“So, this is where you live? I like it,” Mike said smiling.

“Yea, this is where me and Envy both live,”

Michael said as he opened the front door.

“Baby, that you?” Envy asked as she stuck her head out from the dining room. “I cooked chicken, rice, peas, and grill shrimps,” she said as she walked out wearing a black Chanel dress and a red belt with red Chanel heels. Her brown skin gave off a glow as she smiled at them then her facial expressions changed as she seen blood on Michael’s clothes and on Mike’s clothes as well.

She ran to Mike and bent down checking him for cuts and wounds and did the same to Michael.

“Baby, what happened? What happened?” she asked with tears in her eyes and concern in her voice, “And why are you wet and smell like pee?”

“Envy, baby I’ll tell you everything, but let me jump in the shower fast and see if you can find something for him to put on. In the morning we’ll take him shopping to get some new things,”

Michael said as he went upstairs into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. He let the hot water run over his body to clear his mind.

Chapter 7

As his nine inch dick penetrated her pussy, she let out a slight moan and wrapped her arms around his back feeling his muscles with each stroke of his chocolate dick turning the pain into pleasure as he sucked on her neck and nipples.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered. She did what he told her to and her pussy got moister with each stroke, “Oohhhh,” she moaned.

“Yesss! Yes. You love this dick don’t you?

Don’t you!” he yelled as he lifted her up and turned around and lay on his back. She began to ride his dick with all her might. Soon she was slipping and sliding, up and down his dick effortlessly from the wetness. ‘Oh god, why does he feel so good inside me,’ she moaned as she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of his stiffness. The thickness of his dick filled her up. Her hips shook and she began to quiver and try to move, but stopped as she came,

“Damn! Damn!” She slowly rolled her hips then her body was quivering uncontrollably as a gush of her juices ran out of her and on to his dick and thighs.

“Now, really give me that pussy,” the man demanded as she lay down on to his chest and he began to pound faster and harder. “Spread your ass!

Spread your ass!” he screamed. She reached her hands to the side while lying on his chest and spread her butt cheeks, “Shit fucks me! Fuck me!” she screamed as she was unable to control herself thrusting her body against his. “Shit! Oh my god!”

she screamed once more as she felt him expand and cum inside her. Her finger nails dug into his chest as he pounded even harder and faster until they both came five times and were exhausted. She lay on her stomach.

He looked at her caramel skin complexion and fat ass and his dick was hard as a rock once more as he climbed on top of her and placed two of his fingers in her mouth and gave her long deep strokes from the back. “You like that? Don’t you love this dick?” he groaned with each stroke, grinding around in a circle.

“Ohhohh shit! Yesss...yes baby! I do,” she moaned while sucking on his fingers. He pounded one last time really hard and deep and pulled out busting a nut all over her ass. “That’s my pussy and don’t ever fucking forget it.”

He crawled off the bed and sat at a table and filled two glass pipes with crack than passed one to her with a lighter. He held the lighter to the tip of his glass pipe and inhaled the thick white crack smoke and held it in than exhaled.

Tiffany watched his muscled up chocolate body then held the lighter to the pipe and inhaled the crack smoke as tears stream down her face.

‘How the fuck am I loving his dick inside me? He killed my man and Jesse and got me smoking crack.

And I don’t know if Star and Yasmin are still alive.

I’ve been trapped in this room for damn near two months I think. I miss my family,’ She cried some more and looked up to see Black Ice staring at her.

She quickly tried to stop crying and wipe her tears.

But, it was too late.

“What the fuck have I told you about crying, Roxy?”

“My name isn’t Roxy. And no please don’t hit me again. I’m sorry,” Tiffany cried out and tried to use the sheets to cover her body knowing they’d give her no real protection. Black Ice picked up his jeans off the floor and pulled his belt loose.

“You want to cry I’ll give your ass something to cry for bitch,” he walked over to the bed and swung. The belt hit her across the face.

“Ahhhh,

stop,

please

stop!”

Tiffany

screamed as she put up her hands to block the blow.

Black Ice ripped the sheet off her body and continued to swing with all his might. “Roxy, I told your ass about running away. I told you about crying and fucking other men.”

“AHHHH, I’m not Roxy!” Tiffany cried out as the belt hit her head and legs.

“Oh you still want to talk?” Black Ice flipped the belt over and began to be beat her with the belt buckle. The belt buckle ripped through her flesh on her arms and legs. “I’ll call you whatever I like bitch and you won’t say shit. Do you her me?”

“Yes! Yes!” Tiffany cried out hysterically.

Black Ice was unsympathetic to her pleas and tears and beat her until she passed out from the pain.

Chapter 8

Tiffany woke up the next morning her body swollen and in pain. Bruises were all over her face and her ribs felt fractured. Tears slowly streamed down her face. She wanted to cry out loud, but could feel the evil presence of Black Ice in the room. She wiped her tears while up under the sheets and peeked her head out to see Black Ice sitting on a couch across the room.

To be in a warehouse, the room was luxurious and more like a studio apartment from the cream couch set to the black carpet and king sized bed, she was forced to sleep in, to the four 52 inch TVs and she noted Black Ice used two of them to watch the huge warehouse with cameras. She was never allowed to look at those monitors.

Tiffany looked low at the little lump on her belly and wanted to cry all over again. In her heart she knew she was pregnant and it belonged to the monster, calling himself a man, sitting on the couch looking at her. ‘I can’t go on like this no more. My body ached I been forced to smoke crack, and use it to ease my pain. I been here for two months or longer I can’t tell. And I still don’t know what’s going on or why I am here and why he keeps calling me Roxy. I don’t care if he beats me or kill me. I won’t live like this,’ Tiffany thought to herself as she got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. She took a shower as the water hit her skin, her bruises stung. When she was done, she got dressed and put on some leggings and a black tank top. One thing about Black Ice she noticed, he kept new clothes for her. ‘Is this all part of his plan?’ she thought to herself as she made her way over to the couch where he was sitting, smoking a cigarette mix with crack dressed in all black.

He looked at her suspiciously as she sat down next to him. Then he smiled his devilish grin as he looked at her stomach. “Smoke this!” he ordered passing her a rolled up blunt filled with purple haze weed and crack.

Tiffany took the blunt nervously and looked at it. ‘I don’t want to smoke this shit no more, but it keep calling me and my body ache so bad and if I don’t he’ll beat me again.’ She thought to herself as water filled her eyes. She lighted the blunt inhaled then exhaled the smoke out. She sat there for a few minutes before working up the nerves to ask him questions on things she needed to know.

“Uhmm, I know you’re going to be beat for asking, but I have to know these things even if you do.”

Black Ice looked at her with a cold stare than smiled. It was the first time she ever really spoke up for herself. One thing he respected was people with no fear for death or life, but also he fed off fear. He laughed out loud, “Sure ask whatever you want to know, bitch, it won’t make a difference.

You're mines for life or as long as I want you.”

Tiffany inhaled the thick smoke one more time and tried not to be scared or let his words get to her. “Okay, why do you keep calling me Roxy?

I know it’s not a nickname that you call me because when you’re really high I swear you really think I am her.” Black Ice facial expressions changed. She could see the anger in it as he thought of her question.

“The reason you’re in this room with me and not with the rest of the bitches is because you look just like Roxy from your caramel skin complexion and your thick, sexy hourglass shape even your face. She’s the reason I started smoking crack,”

Black ice replied.

“How was she the reason you started smoking crack and what happened to her?” Tiffany asked listening deeply.

Black Ice lighted another cigarette mix with crack and exhaled the smoke from his nose. “I wanted Roxy, but she wanted nothing to do with a drug dealer. So, I tricked her when we chilled out one night. I put crack in her weed, but like you, she was no fool. I had to smoke with her and that was the beginning of the end. What happened to her is she ran away from me and no one can get away from me unless I allow them to. I shot her in the head when I found her and she was seven months pregnant. Ha ha ha ha ha ha,” Black ice said and busted out laughing. “So, if you have any thoughts or ideas of ever running and getting away know I will find you and chop off your fucking head like I did your friend.”

Tiffany didn’t know if she wanted to cry or punch him in the face, but had to hold her composer. “The next thing I’d like to know is why you kidnap me and my friends and all those other women and force us to smoke crack?”

Black ice busted out laughing once more.

His laugh sent chills down her spine, “How old are you, Tiffany?”

“I’m twenty three years old.”

“Okay, I’m forty.”

‘He’s forty with a body that looked like that Tiffany thought she thought for sure he was in his thirties,’ Tiffany thought to herself.

“So, how many crack heads you know your age?” Tiffany took her time to think about the question.

“Well, not many. My generation don’t really smoke crack just weed because we seen the affect it had on our parents and other older family members. But, there have been a few more women lately my age hooked on to drugs,” Tiffany replied looking at him with a blank stare.

“That’s the whole point, bitch. There isn’t much people your generation that do smoke crack because the affect it will have. But back in the eighties, no one knew there was money every where for drug dealers. So I came up with a plan to kidnap women in your generation and younger and whoever else I feel like. I keep them here for as long as I like get them addicted on to crack and if they refuse, well you know what will happen. They die like your friend. And that’s not even the best part, I have my men fuck them and see how many of them can get pregnant and we will have a generation of crack babies. That will bring more business for me. I have my men sell kilos and bricks of crack cocaine to all the drug dealers making me rich.” Black Ice smirked as he thought of how smart he was.

Tiffany sat in deep thought as her mind wondered, ‘How many women had he done this to?

It’s all clear now why there were more women my age smoking crack. How long had he been doing this and he had his men rape the women? Oh shit, Star and Yasmin that means they have been raped too.’