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Following the direction of Corey’s head; her eyes quickly became transfixed on the scene. She wished it wasn’t, but of course it was JoAnn in the flesh. Sabrina would know JoAnn anywhere and she guessed Corey did too. He would even know her in a dark alley, on her knees, sucking a man's dick.

Sabrina let out a scream that resembled the sound of a nail scratching the blackboard. “NOOOO!” she screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw her. Her screams weren’t for JoAnn, but for Corey. The last thing Sabrina wanted Corey to see was the pornographic scene of JoAnn prostituting herself. 

The guy whose dick JoAnn was sucking grabbed her head and started ramming his member in her mouth when he heard Sabrina’s screams. He seemed to be rushing the nut from his penis, but he wasn’t done with his inexpensive prostitute. Being protective, Corey jumped out of the car and started running towards JoAnn. Sabrina caught him just in time before he got too close.

“COREY, GET BACK IN THE CAR!” Sabrina yelled, grabbing him and pulling him back to the car.

JoAnn saw her children; there was no way she could miss them. She looked their way but her facial expression was blank. There was no instance of familiarity in her eyes. All she saw was dollar signs.

At that point, nothing mattered but getting paid. The man was about to stuff his dick back in his pants and leave, but JoAnn grabbed his member and stuffed it back in her jaws, sucking on him in the way she had perfected on many other dicks in other alleys and cars.

He had the outward appearance of a pedophile. He was unkempt and dirty. His short, stubby legs held him at about 5'5” with a gut that hung down almost covering his dick. He was dirty but his pale, creamy skin still stuck out in that area. Even still, he looked relaxed getting his dick sucked in an alley.

“That’s Momma,” was all Corey kept repeating as he tried to peer back at the alley’s x-rated scene while he and Sabrina got back in the car.

“No, it’s not,” Sabrina lied and locked the doors once they were in the car. Sabrina started the car and got ready to go.

She had seen enough of the crack heads and houses that were her home at one time. Sabrina was about to pull off when someone came knocking on the window.

“Momma!” Corey yelled, almost climbing over Sabrina to get the driver’s side window where JoAnn was knocking. Sabrina stopped Corey and pushed him gently back in his seat.

JoAnn was clad with wild hair and old, dirty clothes but she was still able to motion for Sabrina to roll the window down. Sabrina didn't want to but, of course, Corey wanted to talk to his illegitimate mother. Corey was now bouncing in his seat at the chance to talk to JoAnn.

 I guess he doesn’t know what a John or a blow job was, Sabrina thought. Briefly, her mind drifted to when she found out what the oral sex act was. She remembered it like yesterday. It wasn’t in a health class, but at lunch when all the kids began calling her mother a hoe. She learned quickly about her mother’s extracurricular activities.

To Corey, JoAnn was Momma regardless of how many dicks she sucked or how many of his video games she stole. Corey still loved her and Sabrina damn near hated her. Yet, here they were.

Sabrina rolled the window down a bit so they could hear her, but she didn't want her dick breath on her or Corey.

“Hey, babies, what y’all doing’ down here?” JoAnn asked, wiping her mouth and fidgeting with her clothes.

"We're looking for you, Momma. Come on and get in the car so we can go," Corey said, unlocking the car from his passenger door. Sabrina quickly locked the doors again and shot Corey a look that would have killed a football team.

"Naw, Core. I wish I could, baby. I gotta go see about a job," She lied as she continued to wipe her nose and fidget nervously.

Sabrina almost laughed but, for Corey's sake, she kept a straight face. She hasn’t had a job in 20 years, Sabrina thought. She’s already employed by the crack pipe and the heroin needle, not to mention whichever man puts money in her face to suck his dick.

“But, Momma, I miss you. I want you to come home with us,” Corey begged.

Looking at Corey beg made Sabrina furious. She doesn’t deserve his love and his begging. I should get out the car and slap her for lying to us but that was what she did best, lie, Sabrina thought angrily but clenched her fists so as not to act on them.

“I know, boo. Momma misses you, too, but I'm gonna get this new job so I can get another place and you can come stay with me.”

Now she was fucking up, telling him the same damn lie, and I'll have to clean up the mess when she doesn't come through. Sabrina began to curse herself for even coming to look for JoAnn.

Ms. Bernadine was calling JoAnn which gave Sabrina and Corey a clean getaway.

 “Junie, come on. Come on, Jo," Ms. Bernadine yelled like Christ was coming, using JoAnn’s nickname.

“I gotta go, babies. Love you,” JoAnn spouted off before she started running down the street with Ms. Bernadine. They moved so quickly and agilely before they disappeared into a house down the street.

Corey looked confused. Sabrina grabbed him and hugged him real tight. He was sensitive, if nothing else, and soon he started crying.

A little at first, then uncontrollable tears.  “She---she-she just left us,” he stammered between sobs. “I was still talking and she just left” He continued to say.

“I know, baby. That’s not the real her. Remember, I told you that she is sick. Well, that’s what the sickness does to her. We don't matter when she needs a fix.”

Corey crying in her arms reminded Sabrina of when he was a baby and used to cry from the withdrawal of the drugs. She was nineteen, at the time, and raising a crack baby. Sometimes he would just cry for no reason.

I don't know where I got it from, but I was so patient with him. I just rocked him and repeated, “I love you,” over and over until, eventually, he stopped, she thought back on all those days and nights with him.

“I wanna go home,” Corey said, interrupting Sabrina’s walk down memory lane. She let him go as he wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket. She started the car and sped down the street, getting them away from the crack heads and crack-houses.

He looked out the window, still searching for JoAnn. Sabrina already knew where she was. In some abandoned house, JoAnn was getting high while her babies drove away. Sabrina’s wall was built up to her mother, but Corey still hadn’t gotten bricks together to build his.

Unfortunately, he would and there wasn’t a damn thing Sabrina could do about it.

Chapter 8

She was on the ground behind a trash can in an alley. Her pants were down at her ankles. She didn’t have a mirror, but the throbbing in her jaw told her that it was swollen. That also probably meant it was broken.

SHIT! My pussy is sore, JoAnn thought to herself as she touched her inner thigh.

The alley was shaded, but it was daytime. The heat had raised the temperature in the trashcan and the stench of stale and molding food greeted her as she sat up on her concrete bed.

How long was I in this fucking alley? What the fuck happened to me? she tried to think but her head hurt too bad. JoAnn tried to piece things together and that’s when she remembered. Or, at least, she remembered some of the night.

JoAnn had tried to rob Chauncey the night before. She was about to buy something from him when he turned his head to answer his phone. She took that as an opportunity to grab his stash and run. She ran as far as she could but her legs couldn’t outrun his car.

“COME HERE, BITCH!” JoAnn remembered him screaming as he blew his horn and sped up behind her.

JoAnn remembered feeling the metal bumper. The bumper hitting her legs as she fell to the ground was the last thing she remembered before she was knocked out.

I guess he caught up with me, JoAnn thought to herself.

FUCK! I had to get a hit. Who knows how long I have been lying here, but I’m sure it was a long time.

“Get up” the voice inside her said. “Go get some money. We need a hit. We’ll worry about your leg later.”

That’s when JoAnn looked down and realized her knee was swollen to the size of a cantaloupe. She stood up and tried to put some pressure on it but almost fell down. She wanted to just lie on the ground and scream for help but the voice wouldn’t like that. Pulling her pants up she started walking.

I needed to get us some money. The voice and I needed our medicine, she forced herself to go on despite the pain.

I could take a few customers, but that would take too long and it was still light out. Her pussy was throbbing so badly already that she didn’t think she could take a dick anyway.

I could go steal something and sell it, the way she looked, she wouldn’t make it inside a store before security got her.

“Go get some stuff from the kids,” the voice said.

Hmmm… Momma did show me where they was moving, JoAnn thought back on the day her Momma pointed out their new house.

“You damn right. Let’s go get it,” JoAnn said aloud to the voice.

She was walking on the street now and people were staring at her, but there was nothing new about that. The voice and she often talked to each other out loud. The voice always had the best ideas to get them a fix or out of a jam.

Hopefully, they weren’t home so I could get in and leave, she walked and formed a plan.

Just let me make it a little while longer, she begged. I just wanna make it to the next hit. That’s all I care about.

“We gonna make it. All this pain will be gone when we get our high,” the voice told JoAnn.

Getting high made JoAnn think of her most prized possession. She reached inside her shirt and felt around in her worn bra. Her face went up into a half-grin as she felt her needle bag. She would have fully smiled if her jaw wasn’t busted.

They didn’t get my best friend, JoAnn thought to herself as she hobbled through the streets.

 To JoAnn, the needle was the only thing she could depend on.

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"MOMMA!" Corey screamed as he opened the door.

“Hey, baby,” JoAnn said but Corey knew something was wrong. She was holding her stomach and her face was swollen. She couldn’t hide her limping. JoAnn always had a smell, but it was worse this time.

Corey tried to hug her but she moaned from pain as he squeezed her.

“Momma, who did this to you?” Corey asked. The concern in his tone was that of a protective father. Standing at five feet tall, Corey was far from a father figure. Corey always wished he was older and bigger to beat up those guys that hurt his Momma. This wasn’t the first time JoAnn had shown up, beaten and bruised, from a “fall down the stairs,” as she liked to call it.

JoAnn didn’t answer his question. Corey wouldn’t have known the drug dealer’s name anyway. “Is Brina here?” JoAnn asked, peeking around Corey to look into the house.

“Naw, Momma, She’s at work but, Momma, she said I can’t let you in,” Corey said the words as he looked down towards his feet.

 He felt bad that he couldn’t let her in but, after his first game went missing, he understood why. 

“Aww, that’s ok, baby. You gotta mind your sister,” JoAnn said. Inside, she was kicking herself.

How am I gonna get the money now? JoAnn asked the voice. No longer did she depend on her own conscience for decisions. The voice was the only reasoning she had left.