Stripping Asjiah I (13 page)

“Yeah, what about him?” Thinking that she was about to bring Corey up again CJ tensed up.

“Why is Keyshia fucking with him? We ran into him at the diner and he came in there talking reckless to her about how she was sucking him and his boy off the other day. I got her to tell me the whole story and she’s out here bugging. Wildin’ out on some straight Porno shit.”

“Word?”

“Word babe. She was talking crazy, told me that I was getting in the way of her money because cat’s been offering mad paper if she can get me to join in.”

“Tell Keyshia to keep that hoe shit to herself, and if I hear yo name twisted up in any shit with hers I’ll beat yo ass A’.”

I rolled down the window allowing the summer air to blow in my face. “She’s off the chain. I cussed her out then went to class. I haven’t seen or talked to her since then.”

We pulled up in front of CJ house and he parked the car. Walking over to my side he grabbed my book bag out the backseat and opened my door. “Are you feeling alright?” I placed my hand on his forehead like I was checking his temperature.

“Chill out ma. C’mere.”
I walked towards him allowing him to embrace me as we kissed.

“I’m sorry Asjiah. I know I already said it but I want you to understand that I never meant to hurt you. I know you were scared and we don’t ever have to talk about what went down again unless you want to. You handled yourself when any other chic would’ve folded under pressure. I’m proud of you.” Twirling me around CJ looked at what I was wearing.

“Look at my baby out here dressed in all black like a lil’ ninja or some shit.”
“Shut up crazy!” I pushed CJ and walked towards the house. “Right now I just want to take a nap and forget about this day. Can we do that?” Unlocking the door CJ let me into the house. “We can do whatever you want.”

ChApTER sIxTEEN

To my loving mother,

I know I don’t come out here as often as I should but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about you. It’s just that talking to you while you’re beneath me in a box bothers me. I always thought I would get to bring you flowers on mother’s day or for no particular reason at all but I never imagined I would be bringing flowers to your grave site.

I miss you like crazy and I wish you were here. I feel so lost, so confused. I can’t help but think of the time I caught you crying in the bathroom. You looked at me and asked if I thought we should move back to Cleveland, young and foolish I thought only of myself so I told you no. I liked California and I didn’t understand why you wanted to leave. I wish I would’ve known you were trying to get away from him.

I hate him for taking you away from me, I hate that I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye, to tell you I loved you, to hug you. I can’t imagine what those last moments must’ve been like for you. I hate that you had to die alone. No one should have to die alone. I read in the newspaper that he stabbed you ten times; ten? The autopsy said you had severe damage to your lungs, your kidneys, and your heart, so even if they were able to make it to you in time there’s no way you would’ve made it after losing so much blood. I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to protect you.

I worry about Asjiah and how all of this is affecting her. We don’t talk as much as we should, at least not about what happened. And I’m sure she keeps a lot bottled up inside of her, I know I do. I see the way Marie looks at her and it hurts but what am I supposed to do about that? She does look just like pop’s, she has those same deep blue eyes, the same freckles around her nose, the same curly jet black hair, but it isn’t her fault. Sometimes it’s hard for me to look at her too, but other times I catch her smiling when she doesn’t think I’m looking or I see her face twist up when she’s mad and she reminds me of you.

She needs you more than I do, not to say that I don’t but she’s a little girl you know? Shit is real out here and I’ve tried my best to rough her up but there are things that only a woman can teach her. Things that her mother needs to teach her. Sam and the rest of your sisters don’t spend time with her like they should. They’re too caught up in their own lives to actually stop and give a shit. I can’t watch her like I used to since I moved out but I stop and check on her when I get the chance and I give her money or leave her gifts. I know I shouldn’t but I let her make runs for me just so she can see how shit really is, get to know the ends and out of things in case she has to do this one day.

I know you seen what happened to Cash and I’m sorry but it had to be done. I still can’t believe that he raped her. I was in denial at first, it wasn’t that I didn’t believe her; it was just that I felt guilty because I wasn’t there to protect her. I can’t imagine how scared she must’ve been. It still angers me to know that he raped his own niece. I don’t feel sorry for what I did to him. I kept what he did to me bottled up for so long that when all that shit went down with Asjiah it just boiled over and I lost it. After I found out I couldn’t let that shit slide. Someone got to him before I did, I know it was Asjiah, I guess she’s tougher than I thought she was. Because of this her innocence is forever lost. The little girl who we once knew is trapped somewhere inside of her mind.

I thought living with them would be good for us but they seem to only want to break us down and see us fail. If we can’t trust our own family then who else do we have to turn to? I know the odds are against us and I just want her to make it out of here, and I know she will, too bad I can’t say the same thing for myself. I’m too deep in the streets to just walk away. No one else takes care of me, gives me money for food so I do what I have to in order to feed myself and keep clothes on my back. I know this isn’t the life you wanted for either of us. You thought we were going to be well taken care of, looked after; instead your daughter has been raped by your brother, the same man who used to beat me.

I had to get away and I went to the only place that wouldn’t judge me. Would embrace me and wouldn’t treat me as an orphan. I found someplace where I belong, a place where no one would ask me about my past, that place just happened to be the streets. As a result I do the only thing I know how and that’s to sell d rugs. If that means supplying my Uncle, grandmother, someone else’s mother, or sister then so be it. I am what I am. I am what the streets made me; a hustler.

Your son,
Angel

Tears rolled down Angel’s eyes as he placed the bouquet of roses along with the letter he had written his mother on her headstone. The clouds opened up as thunder rumbled through the skies and it slowly began to rain.

ChApTER sEvENTEEN

I went into CJ’s room and placed my book bag on the side of his bed and started to take my shoes off.

“I got that for you ma. Lean back.” Unlacing my shoes he carefully placed them side by side on the floor. He then took off his Timbs and got on the bed with me.

“What are we going to do when I go to school babe?”

”I don’t know ma.” CJ played in my hair while he stared at the ceiling. “I mean, I got some things to tie up here before I can just up and bounce. You know I gotta make sure my mom’s is straight. At the same time you know this is my life. My money is in these streets. What am I going to do in Atlanta? I can’t just go down there and set up shop in a city I’ve never been to. I need to peep the scene first, find out who’s who. I can’t go work at McDonald’s or some shit.”

I turned on my stomach so that I could look up at him. “I can see you now. Flipping burgers with your hat turned to the side trying to be hard in your uniform.”

“Oh you think that’s funny?”
“Stop CJ!” He began to tickle me causing me to squirm and laugh uncontrollably.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry!”
“Give me a kiss and I’ll stop.”
“Okay. Okay.”

Brushing my hair out my face CJ leaned down and began kissing me. I loved his lips. I bit and sucked on his bottom lip gently at first and then a little harder.

“You are so pretty A’.” Lifting my shirt he circled around my navel with his tongue.

“CJ… babe, I can’t…not right now.” I softly protested as he undid the button on my jeans and allowed his tongue to trace the top of my panty line. He gently blew air along the trail he had left causing me to shiver slightly.

“CJ stop…not now baby…please. I promise we will soon. But I can’t. Not right now.”

Coming up off the edge of the bed CJ fastened my jeans. “I’m sorry. I got caught up for a minute. You smell so good and your skin is so fucking soft. But you’re right. I’m being selfish. Given what you just went through, you know I’ll wait.”

Sitting up I crawled towards him until I was almost in his lap. Standing up I kicked our shoes out the way and slowly got on my knees.
“A’, what you doing?” CJ looked down at me and I couldn’t tell if he was excited or confused.

“Sshhh…Just because I can’t let you inside of me right now doesn’t mean that I can’t please you in other ways. You have been so patient with me and I just want to say thank you.”

Unzipping his jeans I reached down in his pants to free his manhood from his boxers. I knew these other chicks out here stayed on his tip and although I knew he loved me I had to do my part in other ways to make sure he didn’t stray. I was sure Corey had sucked him off a few times but I had to put that out of my mind right now and make sure I did my thing so he never thought of her again.

“A’…baby, are you sure you want to do this?”

I ignored his comment and kept on working. This would be my first time giving head so I had to make sure I did it right. Listening to all of Keyshia’s stories I was pretty sure I could manage the basics. I mean how hard could it be? All you gotta do is find a rhythm and don’t gag.

If it was possible for a guy’s dick to be pretty then CJ’s was. It was the same sun-kissed shade of brown. He even had a beauty mark on the right side of it. If I had to guess I would give him no less than 9 inches. Holding it in my hand it was so hard, so smooth. I began to place kisses along his shaft, on his

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head, I even got a little bold, went a little further and kissed his nuts. “Shit A’! Shit. Baby, don’t stop.”

Continuing my journey I took his head into my mouth. Placing my hand underneath my lips I made small circular motions. I let my tongue glide across the sides and peak in and out of my mouth as I kept sucking. I looked up at him and I could tell that I was doing my thing.

“Damn A’. You got some good head. That shit feels good ma.”

Hand motions that were once slow and steady became fast as I kept my lips tight around his head taking in more and more as my neck bobbed up and down. I could feel him swell up and I knew he was about to nut. I pulled his dick out my mouth and spit on it massaging his head with my hand. I put it back in my mouth and picked up the pace I had before.

“I’m about to nut ma, you ready? Taste this for me A.”

Not missing a beat, I allowed his juice to flow freely into my mouth and down my throat. He let my hair go allowing my curls to fall freely around my face. Lying back on the bed, CJ barely moved.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’m not done yet.” I wiped my mouth and got off the floor and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

When I returned CJ was still in the same spot holding his dick. Still standing at attention I grabbed it gently wrapping it up in the warm towel I got from the bathroom.

“A’…what the fuck? Where did you learn that?”
“Did I do a good job baby?”

Standing up to fix his clothes he knelt down and kissed me. “You did a beautiful job ma. I knew you had pretty lips but shit. You had me over here bout to cry. Then you swallowed my shit?! Whew!”

Blushing I took my jeans off and got in the bed. “I told you I wanted to say thank you.”
“Well you’re definitely welcome!”
CJ crawled next to me and played in my hair until we both fell asleep.

ChApTER EIGhTEEN

“So you going to let me get the name to your connect?” LT sat on the floor tapping at the controller as he played Madden with Angel.

“I don’t see why you need it; you getting money right? You got a whip right?” Angel took a sip of his Hennessey then returned his attention back to the game.

“Dude, everybody’s selling weed now. Unless I got some shit that nobody heard of then I’m a keep getting regular paper.”

“Well I guess you need to get creative and come up with some shit nobody else got. Get off yo’ ass and take a trip out to NY or something. I heard them niggas out there got that purp. Or you can grab you one of these broads off the corner and put her ass in the kitchen, switch it up and make yo’ own shit, you know the recipe.”

LT threw down his controller as he pressed the wrong button causing his quarterback to throw an interception.
“Touch down muthafucka! Now pay me my money!” Angel held his hand out waiting for his cousin to cough up the $50 they put down on the game. Seething with anger LT handed Angel the money. “Yeah, I guess I just might have to go to NY then.”
Still wet from the shower Stacey walked in the room wearing only a towel.

“I guess so. But right now you got to get up out of here because I got something’s to take care of.” Angel turned the game off and waited for LT to gather his things.

Outside LT sat in his car trying to formulate a plan to knock Angel off his high horse. He punched in seven digits and waited.
“Hello?” Sniffing followed by a muffled voice answered the phone. “What up boy? I got a job for you to do.”
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