Prison Throne (6 page)

CHAPTER
4

RASIM

A few days later, the small cafeteria was heavy with juvenile delinquents. Rasim, Brooklyn and Chance just finished stacking their plates as high as they could without them smacking against the floor. On their fat boy shit, they made their way to their favorite table.

              Many girls eyed them as they moved because they were the cutest guys in the group home. It wasn’t a crew of niggas who even came close. They were winning.

And Snow definitely agreed.

              Rasim placed his tray on the table and Brooklyn sat on his left while Chance perched on the right.

The moment Rasim was comfortable he realized he forgot his silverware. “Damn,” he said wanting to dive into the spaghetti that Mrs. Corner made. He loved when she was in the kitchen because her food was always seasoned to perfection. He considered using his fingers he was so hungry. “I left my fucking fork.”

He was about to get up and get one when Snow, with a lowered head, placed a fork and napkin on his table and slouched away.

Rasim turned around and looked at the pretty girl who hadn’t said a word to him since the movie room as she made her way back to her own plate.

“Man, that girl is too fucking weird,” Brooklyn whispered, shaking his head. “How the fuck she know you needed that shit? Too creepy for me.”

“I don’t know, Rasim,” Chance responded while shoving his fork in his face. “She looks like she stalking, young. Betta watch that bitch.”

While they maintained their own perspectives, Rasim felt differently. Lately things had been done for him that he didn’t ask for and he was grateful.

Never taking care of himself a day in his life, he would do stuff like wash his clothes and leave them wet in the machine. When he finally remembered, after having zero boxers of course, they would be dried, folded and sitting on his bed.

Snow didn’t stop there. If he rubbed his temples due to the headaches he often got in class, he would go to break and return to two Tylenol sitting on his desk with a cup of water.

Snow wanted to take care of him because she was good at it and he was falling for her.
Hard.

She became even more interesting when he learned what the young girl was in Strawberry Meadows for. At first he figured she was fucking up in school or playing hooky to earn a stint in the home. Imagine his surprise when he discovered the baby goon was arrested for holding up a 7-Eleven.

No doubt Snow had more heart than any nigga in the Meadows. And that went for Brooklyn and Chance too.

****

It was Sunday morning and Rasim stood in the rec room playing Pac Man on a video machine. From the corner of his eye he watched everyone, including Brooklyn and Chance, make their way to the chapel to worship.

Although Brooklyn went to ask God to forgive the things he had already done and the things he had written down for the future, Chance participated because he derived that the fattest butt girls were always present. He even tested his theory by counting them as they walked the line one Sunday.

Rasim’s homies went to the service for Christians but there was a Muslim ritual being conducted at the same time in another location. There were at least five children of Muslim faith who invited Rasim but he always refused. He didn’t want his friends seeing him praising Allah when he wanted to be like them.

Snow walked toward the chapel with her black leather Bible clutched against her breasts. Not wanting to bother Rasim, she was preparing to hustle past him when he stepped away from the machine and blocked her.

Snow was 5’7”, which some considered tall for a girl, but standing in front of Rasim she felt like a dwarf. “What’s up with you?” he asked.

She shrugged.

“How come you do stuff for me but never say shit?”

She shrugged twice for good measure.

He placed his hands on her forearms and squeezed lightly. “Snow, say my name,” he rocked her softly.

“Rasim,” she said in a tone that got his dick hard. She looked over at the video machine and then up into his eyes again. “You aren’t going to worship today?”

Luckily for Snow, she uttered the magic words that caused him to release her as he made his way back over to the machine. “I don’t have to worship.” He slipped a quarter in the slot. “I already know there’s a God.”

She frowned. “Then come with me and prove it.”

“That’s not my thing, Snow. Everybody got their own thing.”

She shook her head sadly. “You shouldn’t turn your back on God, Rasim. You never know when you might need Him.”

****

Rasim sat in the rec room playing cards with Queen who had wanted him from day one. She was as awful in Spades as a pitbull puppy in a room full of new Jordans. But he didn’t have another partner because when it came to Spades, Brooklyn and Chance acted as if they were newlyweds who didn’t want to cheat on each other.

              When Rasim stared out in frustration, he saw Snow sitting in front of the TV. Every now and again she would look at him but then focus back on the show. He knew what she was doing—determining how else she could serve him—and she had a nigga feeling like a king. Dudes were salty when it came to the attention the cute red bone had blessed Rasim with and it showed in their glares.

She was the weirdest chick he ever came in contact with in his life and he never met anyone like her. That made her more than special. It made her unique.

              When Rasim found out that Queen threw out a high Spade to cut his high Spade when she held a lower card in her hand, he grew frustrated. “Damn, girl. Why you didn’t throw out a lower Spade the last hand? You cut your own partner and shit. I thought all you was holding was high cards.”

             
“Leave her alone,” Chance laughed.

             
“Yeah, ya’ll not losing by that much anyway,” Brooklyn added.

             
Rasim’s nostrils flared and he said, “Get up, Queen. You cut.”

             
“I’m cut?” she repeated with an attitude. “How you figure?”

             
“Because you can’t play, now bounce.”

             
Queen scooted from the table during one of Snow’s head turns when she was checking to see if Rasim needed anything. So he waved her over and she came hither.

Several male teenagers wanted to steal Rasim in his jaw they were so fucking jealous. The problem was that although Rasim was not a gangster, Brooklyn and Chance could not say the same.

When Snow was standing across from him in front of Queen’s chair he said, “Sit down.”

             
Snow took Queen’s seat without a word and Brooklyn and Chance eyed the couple.

             
“You know how to play Spades?”

             
“I do alright,” she said softly.

             
“Then prove it.”

             
And it was so.

Game after game, Rasim and Snow beat the brakes off of Brooklyn and Chance and their winning streak was no more. It was so bad that other teenagers gathered to see Rasim and Snow rule.

              Snow appeared to come alive as she slammed her cards down on the table with authority, resulting in stolen book after stolen book.

After her Spades swag was displayed, if he didn’t know it before, he knew it then. That pretty bitch was made especially for him.

****

It was midnight and all of the teenagers were supposed to be in bed. But as usual, Rasim and his friends didn’t respect authority.

The odor of detergent was overpowering as Rasim pressed Queen against the wall in the dark laundry room. He kissed her deeply while he fingered her pussy so long his digit stiffened.

Rasim was somewhat impressed. She didn’t know how to play Spades but her pussy was clean and he appreciated that. The saddest part of it all was that although Queen was willing, Rasim didn’t want to be there. His mind was on Snow and he wondered where her head was. If she was thinking of him.

Queen was okay. He discovered she had aspirations and he respected that. She dreamed of being a boss and declared that she would have her own business someday. She was cool if sluts were what you were in to.

In addition to her brains, she was aggressive. She yanked Rasim by his collar after their conversation for a little more intimacy earlier in the day. Although he wanted Snow, she moved too slowly after the game was over. She basically retreated, giving Queen full clemency. Big mistake.

Across the way, Brooklyn had Nicky on top of the washing machine as he suckled her breasts. And there was no way Rasim and Brooklyn would be doing their thing without Chance getting in on the fun too. True to his word he was standing in the corner getting his diseased dickey sucked by Big Angie, the girl with the duffle bag dildo.

Although he freaked Queen, Rasim’s mind floated once again to Snow. He thought about how after they won a total of six matches, Snow bought Rasim a soda because she overheard him telling Brooklyn that he was thirsty. But after the deed, like she had in the past, she dipped off.

Ironically, a strange thing was happening between Rasim and Snow. The more space she provided him, the more he wanted to be around her. He was used to women pressing him out for his time and attention.

Queen stripped her lips away from Rasim and whispered, “I like you, Rasim. A lot.”

“I like you too,” he responded, kissing her neck.

“You and your friends are so cool.”

“Of course,” he whispered kissing her chin. “You’re dealing with a king amongst kings.”

She giggled. “Come on, Ras. Fuck me.” She was getting hornier with each flip of her clit and was willing to go the extra mile. Especially since Chance and Brooklyn had their strumpets with their hands on the dryers as they pounded them from the back.

Within seconds, the smell of detergent was washed away and replaced with the scent of young girls who didn’t know how to wash their pussies properly. The odor teetered the line between a couple bushels of crabs and a block of brie cheese.

Rasim couldn’t see the girl’s face but he could feel her passion. “We can do that later,” he said as he moved in for another kiss and started playing with her box that, quite frankly, was getting a little dry.

Queen wasn’t about the foreplay shit. Straight up, she wanted to fuck.

“Rasim, stop playing,” she whispered in his face. “I know you got a condom.”

“I don’t.”

“Go get one from Brooklyn then. I heard him tell Nicky that he had a whole bag under his bunk.”

Rasim exhaled and said, “Aight. I’ll be back.”

When he left he thought about what Queen wanted to do. The way she threw her kitty around the group home had him concerned about feeding the cat. Not only that but after awhile the laundry room smelled like Trash Pussy Soup.

But, there was something else on his mind too.

Away from Queen, Rasim crept into his room that was full of sleeping boys and brushed his teeth. He didn’t like the way she tasted in his mouth. It wasn’t nasty. It just wasn’t right. Instead of looking for condoms, he tiptoed down the dark hallway toward Snow’s room.

When he made it to her dorm’s door, he walked past it once and then again. He knew he couldn’t knock because nine other girls shared the room with her, minus the one who was getting banged out in the laundry room by Chance.

Feeling stupid, he was about to turn around when Snow opened the door, walked out into the hallway and leaned up against the wall. She looked down at the floor with her arms crossed over her chest. Unlike Queen with her tight fitting clothing, Snow was wearing baggy gray sweats, her favorite attire.

How did she know he was there?

Her stance resembled a child who was bored and desired to play and it made Rasim want to protect her. He never felt that way about anyone in his young life.

Instead of saying anything to her, he decided to play the mute game with Snow. He grabbed her by the hand and led her to another room in the group home. The fact that Ms. Brush Face could come out at any time and deport his ass out of the facility excited Rasim even more.

When they made it to the small, dark conference room that was used for lawyer visits, Rasim pushed a table in front of the door. It wouldn’t stop Ms. Brush Face from breaking the bitch down if she was so inclined but it would buy him a few seconds.

With his barrier in place, he turned around and looked at Snow. There was just enough luminosity streaming in through the windows across the way due to the lights outside of the property. Slowly he walked toward her and gazed into her sparkling hazel eyes.

He was fully expecting her to remain silent as usual but instead she whispered, “I love you.”

Rasim was blown away.

Snow didn’t speak much but when she did she spoke levels.