Raunchy 2 (115 page)

HARMONY
YOUNG BOYS

Jace was in my house all night trying to calm Jayden down. Apparently something happened to her that night and she was really upset and decided against talking to me. I asked him why he ain’t take her to his house since it was obvious he was trying to avoid me too but he ignored me. Fuck both of them.

When I went into the kitchen I noticed I was out of vodka so I decided to make a run. I had some in my bedroom upstairs but that was my nighttime potion. My only problem was, I didn’t have a car and the buses weren’t running anymore. Walking into the living room I thought about asking Jace to take me but knew that would never fly. When I glanced at the table by the door, I saw his keys and decided to take his shit.

At first his truck was a little too big for me to handle, especially since I never owned a car even though I borrowed many. But after awhile, I had my flow and moved smoothly down the streets. Once I made it to the liquor store, I bought a bottle of vodka and downed half of it in the parking lot when I saw this cute chocolate boy eyeing Jace’s ride. He was tall and was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a white t-shirt. From where I sat I could see his muscles bulging from under his shirt and figured if he wanted we could have a good time together. The only thing was that he was young. He must’ve been about seventeen but after witnessing personally the sex drive Mad’s young friends’ were capable of, I decided it might be worth the bait.

When our eyes met he winked at me and my pussy got wet. “You gonna wink or you gonna come over here and make me feel good?” I said out the window.

He pointed to himself and said, “Are you serious?”
“I’m looking at you ain’t I?”
Why he thought I was playing was beyond me. He had three other

kids with him so he said, “I’ma catch up with ya’ll later.”
“Man I know you not about to holla at no old ass lady!” One of them
said.
Who the fuck was he calling old? Nappy headed niggas. The one I
like threw up a fuck you sign in their direction and hopped in the truck. “I like your ride. This nice.” He said looking around. He smelled like
he’d been outside all day and for whatever reason that turned me on. “Thanks.” I pulled off on a mission to find the perfect spot. “What year is this truck?”
“I don’t know but what you trying to do tonight?”
“Whatever you want.”
I drove a few blocks looking for a private place to fuck. When I finally found the dark parking lot of a closed down market, I stopped and
handed him the bottle of liquor.
“You drink?”
“Yeah.”
“Drink up.”
He poured the liquor down his throat and frowned a lot. I knew then
that he wasn’t use to the taste but his lips were black so I figured smoking was his preference. If the dick was good I had plans on getting him
real acquainted with fucking and drinking so he could last longer. “What’s your name?” He asked.
“It doesn’t matter. Can you fuck?”
“Yeah!”
I crawled in the back seat of Jace’s truck thinking he would follow
me. But when I got back there, he was looking at me like I was crazy
from the front. “What you waiting on? Come on!”
He came in the backseat and I pulled my pants down. He was hesitant to take his clothes off and I said, “Look, if I’m gonna let you get
some of this good pussy, you gotta be a little bolder. Now take your jeans
off.”
“What happened to your face? You fuck with somebody’s man?” “Are you somebody’s man?”
“Yes.”
“Do you give a fuck about her at this moment?”
“No.”
“Then stop fucking around little boy before I put your ass out.” I
paused. “Now take your shit off. Consider this your final warning.” He finally came out of his jeans and I admired the length of his dick.
I laid him down and got him real hard. Then I spit on his dick over and
over until it was slippery wet.
“Oh shiiiiittt!” he said. “That feels so fucking good.”
I wasn’t checking for him. It was all about the rod. I put his entire
shaft into my mouth and made it wetter. He had so much spit on his dick
it fell on Jace’s seats.
Ready for the world, I got up, bent over in the back seat and he slid
his wet dick inside of me. Grabbing me by my waist I was pleased immediately with my pick. I always had an amazing ability to spot a good fuck from miles away.
“Damn, this pussy feels so good.”
“You like this baby?” I asked pushing back into him. “Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love this fucking pussy! Man…work that shit, bitch! Work it!” I winded my hips until I could feel my clit throbbing. I was there and I knew automatically that he was going to be my jump off.
“I’m about to cuuuummmmm…” He said.
“Me too!” I paused biting down on my bottom lip. “Give me a few more pumps and we there. Make ‘em count, son.”
He did and I could feel his cum filling my body the moment I came all over his stiff dick. I needed this shit so bad that we went five more times before I took his young ass home to his mama. Now I love young niggas. They were always great for a good long fuck if you found one you liked. Next to liquor, there was nothing better.
After I dropped him off home I drove back to my place. I hoped Jace wasn’t waiting on me or noticed I’d stolen his shit. When I opened the door slowly, the house seemed quiet and I saw no signs of him anywhere. Good. I’d gotten away with taking his truck and would be able to keep my life.
When I passed Jayden’s room, I could still hear her crying and Jace consoling her. Creeping toward my room, I was blown when I saw Irma lying on my bed.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked closing the door. She turned the TV off with the remote and patted the bed. “Come. Lay next to me.”
This was the last thing I needed or wanted, to have a conversation with her about anything. Still, I got in bed and lay next to her. The least I could do was give a dying woman her last wish.
“How do you feel?” I asked. “You look better.”
“I’m not doing too well.” She coughed. “That’s why I really wanted to talk to you. I’ve been in here since you took Jace’s truck trying to stall him for you.”
“You saw me?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry. I won’t say anything to him.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. “I appreciate that. I just wanted some air you know?”
“I do.” She smiled. “Harmony, I went to the doctor’s today and they said I don’t have much more time.”
“You told me that already,” I said trying not to think too much about it.
“Harmony, please. Have an open mind, and an open heart.” She said
softly. “I’m begging you.”
I noticed something over the time she’d been here. That when I
looked into the mirror, I was starting to see her face. A younger face, but
her face all the same.
“Okay. Go ahead.”
“When your father and I got together, we were in love. Very much in
love. I remember looking at him when he came to that Poker game hoping he’d crap out, so he’d play even longer. Your father hated to lose.”
She paused. “Anyway, one day Massive saw him looking at me, and
when the game was over he beat me badly. I was use to it by then of
course, because the beatings were so regular. What made this beating
different was that I had something to look forward to. I knew even
though he was beating me, that he’d never be able to break the connection I had with Cornell. Ever. The moment I laid eyes on him I knew it
was love. Real love. After some time we were able to sneak off and consummate our relationship and I got pregnant on our first time with you.” “Sounds like you really cared about him.” I said, trying to think of
something to say. Hearing my father’s name caused me to want to drink
again.
“I did. Very much. And when I found out I was pregnant, I loved you
from the start before I even saw your face. Unlike some kids who are
brought into this world unwanted, that wasn’t the case with you.” “Why are you telling me this now?” I frowned turning the TV on. “Because I think you need to hear it. I can’t imagine the things you
went through, with me not being in your life. Estelle was supposed to
love you not hurt you. That was our agreement. When I killed her, I seriously thought you would be better off without me. I thought Shirley
would take care of you, and raise you better than I ever could.” “How?! When you were my mother?”
“Because I thought someone saw me kill Estelle, and I figured my
life would consist of me always running. Understand, Harmony that I had
no intentions on going to jail. I would kill myself first. And I couldn’t see
you going place to place with me never having stability. I wanted you to
have a chance at life. A stable life.”
“Why didn’t you ask about me? Write me? Or something?” “I asked about you all the time and sent you money once a month.
You never got it?” She seemed really surprised. “The money I mean.” I looked at her like she was crazy. “Hold up, you’re saying you sent
me money?”
“Yes. You didn’t get it?”
“Stop lying to me! I didn’t get anything from you. Ever!” “I gave your aunt Angela money once a month. And she said she
would make sure she gave it to you. Even when I caught up with her recently, she told me she’d carried out my wishes.”
I wanted to kill that bitch! “Well she lied.”
Irma seemed upset and I believed her. “Listen, Harmony, I’m sorry
about that. I really am. But I sent money for you, and even made sure that
this house would be in your name after signing it out of mine. The paper
work is still in the process but it’s started.”
“Well, I’m thankful for that I guess. I always loved this house.” I
said looking around the room my father slept in.
“Harmony, did you know I named you?”
“No. I didn’t.”
“Cornell and I talked about a name that meant ‘an agreement’ because we were in agreement that we both wanted you no matter the circumstance. That’s how Harmony came to be.”
I could feel tears filling the wails of my eyes and I needed a drink.
Remembering the bottle in the dresser next to my bed I pulled it out and
poured some liquor into my mouth.
“Well I didn’t feel love! I never felt love!”
“You did feel love, honey.”
“How do you know? You weren’t in my life, remember?” “I know your father loved you, very much. And even though you
couldn’t see it in my eyes, I loved you too. I still love you.”
“But I never knew. What good is it to give love if the person doesn’t
know?”
Silence.
“You hate me don’t you?” She asked.
“Yes.”
She looked hurt. “Is this why you treat your children so badly?” “Huh?”
“I had a conversation with Madjesty one day. And she made me feel
like you don’t have a good relationship with them. Both of your girls
seem troubled, but I’m worried about Madjesty the most.” She paused.
“Do you hate them, because you felt abandoned?”
“Who said I hated my kids?”
“I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at them.”
“What do you want from me?” I asked skipping the subject. “Why
are you really here?”
“I’m here because before I die, I need to know that you forgive me. I
need to know that you accept my apology. My soul can’t rest until I have
that from you. And that’s why I got on the plane, against my doctor’s
orders to come back here.” She paused. “Do you forgive me?” She held my hand softly. “Do you believe that even now I love you, and that I
want only the best for you and my grandkids?”
I knew what she wanted from me, but flash backs of how Shirley
made me eat her pussy every other day, and how her son raped me almost
every hour of my life kept entering my mind. So I looked at her, long and
hard and said, “No. I don’t forgive you. And if I had it my way, you’d rot
in hell for the rest of your life.”

MAD
SOCIAL SHIT

The social worker came by the house personally to pick me up for school this morning and I felt like busting the bitch in her face. She asked for my sister too but Jace took Jayden already and I was happy because I didn’t want to see her face. We hadn’t said a word to each other after she stood me up and as far as I was concerned it could stay that way.

I didn’t have to worry about seeing her at school because for one, I never went and for two I requested awhile back that we have separate classes. I didn’t want the distraction and they agreed and split all of our classes down the line.

When I got to class, and walked through the door to first period, everybody was looking at me. I hadn’t been to school in weeks so I guess it was a surprise to them. If my social worker didn’t threaten to send me away to some foster home, I wouldn’t be there right now.