
Freaks Cum Out
By: Solae Dehvine
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To my Mother Kathy Thomas Ross
All of the hard work and late nights were never in vain
Dawn of
The Freak
"You know what you gotta do!" the voice told her.
"I know" she responded. It's right. I have to do it. This pain is too much, she thought as she crouched over to light the glass pipe.
The pipe was more like a snake, hissing and biting at her when it didn't get its way. That night, she had become a nuisance to the glass snake. She had long since sucked every morsel of crack from its glass intestines, yet she still sucked anyway. It hissed in irritation, letting her know it was still empty and needed to be filled with the white hardened substance.
Without her snake she found it hard to focus when the burning arrows of pain shot through her body.
"You gotta get some more. Try harder!" the voice screamed at her.
There was no one there on the dark corner, just her and the wind. But the voice was there. It was always there. In her mind it had settled from her first suck of the glass snake.
"All you need is two, maybe three, and then we can go back and cop." The voice told her the plan. It had everything all planned out.
Two or three Johns could make them enough money to get high all night. She agreed with the voice; she always did. Even when she didn't agree, nothing in her was more powerful than the voice and she had to obey.
All of the other girls had left with their customers. Now it was time for her to find one of her own. She was in the perfect spot, a part of town that wasn't far from the main road and yet it seemed like another city.
The street was littered with broken beer bottles and abandoned cars. Used condoms were the weeds and the uneven broken concrete was the grass. The sound of her four inch heels and the wind was all that could be heard that night. There was no doubt what went on there; this was where they went for dates.
She looked around trying to dream up a car. "Please someone come so I can get the fuck out of here," she begged as she hunched over in more pain. The pain in her stomach was beginning to overpower her.
"Once you get this money and a hit, it will calm down," the voice promised her.
Under a long dress coat he she hid her secret well that night. Her bait was the fire red heels and the cherry bra that revealed her swollen breasts.
As she walked down the lone street to another corner, a black Honda Civic roared its engine up beside her.
Rolling down his window, he motioned for her to come over. "This is the one. Hurry up," the voice coaxed her to the car.
"Hey baby, you want some company?" she asked, bending over into the passenger window letting her breasts fall from the bra.
He got the full effect without noticing what else was under her jacket. The area wasn't known for street lights and in the dark he wasn't able to examine her.
He also didn't notice the Dalmatian like burn spots covering her mouth. She concealed the burns from her glass snake under her red lipstick, it matched the rest of her ensemble. All the man saw were her huge breasts jumping out of her coat, that's all he cared about.
"How much?" he asked as he surveyed the street to see who was watching.
"Twenty for my lips, forty for everything else," she recited her prices without thinking. The prices didn't fluctuate like the stock market. In fact, they hadn't changed in years.
He waved his hand, ushering her inside the warmth of his car. They drove away in silence. Only the sound of his radio was between them. Looking down at her lap, she saw her hands had begun to shake.
"Help me," she whispered to the voice.
"Get done with this so we can get a hit and you'll be fine," the voice reassured her. Pulling behind a vacant building, he slid his car into the darkest spot possible.
No words needed to be spoken when he pulled his dick out. Even with the surprise in her coat, she crouched over the center console, opened her mouth, and accepted his member like a gift from Santa.
Slurping noises filled the car.
"Tighten your mouth. That gets it done faster," The voice instructed her. It knew exactly what to do.
She did as she was told, tightening her mouth like a suction cup and rubbing his testicles like a genie lamp. The trick was to get things done fast and easy. Sometimes she ran into the "long nutters" as she and her co-workers liked to call them. She and the voice had mastered them too. They knew how to get them to explode and be gone with their money before there dicks were back in their pants.
Sucking him was easy, she simply did what she was told and let her mind drift to another place. She'd much rather fuck high, but tonight she didn't have the luxury.
Closing her eyes, she dreamt of a place where she could lay around and get high all day.
The place was majestic, with big comfy beds and no one to beg for a hit from her pipe. No pain, no pimps, and no bellies. Her dream was short lived.
His moans alerted her of the arrival of his orgasm. "Ughhh, I'm cumming!" he told her as if she didn't know.
She only moved back to her seat after she was sure he was done letting his love juice float into her mouth. Doing that always made them tip. She held his juices on her tongue, tasting him. She was once afraid to do that, but now it was second nature.
Opening the door she spit his unborn children on the ground. The wind hit her and she felt another pain, this one momentarily paralyzed her. .
"Shit, get yourself together. You just gotta get the money," the voice reminded her.
"Ughh," she couldn't help but grimace from the pain.
"Did you pee on yourself?" he asked looking down at the floor by her side.
"W---What, baby? What do you mean?" she asked, still in acting mode. Every one of her dates was 'Baby' no matter what their name was.
The seat was wet and at that moment it happened. It felt almost like her bladder was emptying itself, but it wasn't her bladder. She knew better than to think that.
More water came from her pelvis and then another pain. She couldn't help by pull back her jacket and reveal her stomach.
Her belly had gotten big over the months, but the jacket concealed it better than she thought. Her 'baby' couldn't believe what he saw.
"BITCH, YOU'RE PREGNANT!"
She couldn't answer, the pain had taken over.
"You gotta get the fuck out of my car," he said, pushing her towards the door.
"No, no. Please help me," she managed to say. "I can just let it come out, then throw it over there," she told him as she pointed to a green dumpster next to the building.
He put the car in drive. "I knew I shouldn't have picked your ass up."
I thought I had more time, she thought to herself. There weren't any calendars on the street. Four or five months was her estimate. Now her water had broken. How long has it been?, she silently asked the voice.
It gave no answer.
"Stupid crack head bitch. What the fuck you doing sucking dick and you're pregnant," he kept screaming.
As they drove closer, the sign for the hospital got bigger. He screeched to a halt in front of the emergency room.
"No, no, not here. I---I," another pain hit her before she could finish begging.
"Get the fuck out!" he screamed at her as his feet hit the pavement. He jumped from the car and came around to her side. Snatching the door open he pulled her from the car and threw her down like discarded trash.
"My---my money," was all she could get out. Her screams about her payment weren't loud enough for him to hear.
"You stupid bitch! Now I gotta clean this shit out of my car," the man said, looking back at the soaked seat and passenger side floor.
"WHAT'S GOING ON OVER THERE!" someone yelled towards them. She couldn't see the person, but her date jumped in his car and left.
Maybe this was a dream, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes. She hoped that thinking the baby wasn't coming would magically make the labor stop.
It's not time for this baby to come yet, she thought. As she lay in her delusion, the sound of running footsteps got louder and louder.
"Miss. miss, are you ok? OH MY GOD. GET A STRETCHER. THERE'S A PREGNANT WOMAN OUT HERE," The man yelled. Soon more people were around her, asking her questions while picking her up from the ground.
"UGHHHH!" she screamed over and over again, still unable to talk. The baby was going to explode right through her, or atleast that's how she felt. I don't remember feeling like this the other times. Something's wrong, she thought to herself.
The hospital florescent lights blinded her, as the nurses in printed scrubs began tugging at her. Trying to find veins and hooking her to heart monitors wasn't an easy task.
"Ma'am, how far along are you?" asked a man in a white coat.
"I---I don't know. Maybe four months," she replied
He looked back at her in disbelief. How could a woman not know how far along she is? He thought to himself.
But this was no ordinary woman. The people of the emergency room knew what type of woman she was. The plastic red stilettos, fish net stockings, and thonged panties gave it away.
"If you had that extra hit you would have been ok," the voice informed her.
"WELL, I DIDN'T GET THE DAMN MONEY!" she yelled back at the voice.
Everyone's eyes met hers, then they looked at each other. They silently communicated what they wanted to say aloud.
"Is she a prostitute?" one of the nurses whispered to another.
It seemed like people and machines were everywhere. All over, there was something going on. One doctor was giving her an ultrasound and a nurse was covering her up and taking off her red, working shoes.
"She is eighty percent effaced."
"Ma'am, what's your name?"
"JoAnn Mon---Montgomery," she managed to say. She hadn't had to say her government name in a while.
"Ultrasound shows the baby may be to term, but..." someone rattled off medical terms she didn't understand.
Her head began to pound with the force of two eighteen wheelers crashing together. She tried to tell the scrubs and white coats, but she couldn't speak.
"Her BP is way too high."
"Ma'am, ma'am, can you hear me?"
She didn't answer. Her mouth had lost the ability to move.
"JoAnn, can you hear me? Squeeze my hand," someone asked but she couldn't do that either. She told her hand to move but it didn't respond.
"She's unresponsive," one of the doctors yelled.
"Just die, bitch. No need for you to keep going through this shit. Just die and take the baby with you," the voice told her.
The voice was convincing. She heard the machines buzz, but now it didn't matter. The loud beeping began to fade further and further away. She closed her eyes. Her body felt like it was floating through air.
Not worried about herself or the dying child in her womb, she drifted into unconsciousness. As she drifted away she could only think of one thing.
I wonder, is there any dope in Heaven
"She's where?" Sabrina asked. She sat in her car trying to listen to the cries of her grandmother.
"She's in the hospital in intensive care," Momma Montgomery yelled.
"Which one, Momma?"
"Saint James. I'm on my way there now."
"I'll be there in ten minutes. Calm down and drive safe, Momma. Ok?"
She didn't answer. Sabrina looked down at the phone and saw that the call had ended. Lord, let this dumbass woman be all right, Sabrina said a silent prayer for the person that brought her into the world.
Sabrina was already driving in the direction of the hospital on her way to work. Still with her cell phone in hand, she dialed another number.
"Rick, I'm going to be late. I just got a call that my Mom is in ICU," Sabrina said nonchalantly as her manager answered the phone.
"Momma Montgomery is in the hospital?" he asked.
Everyone called her grandmother, Momma, including her. To Sabrina, Momma Montgomery was her mother. JoAnn was wasted space.
"No, my egg donor. But Momma is on her way up there so I need to be there," she answered with her eyes scanning the rode as she drove.
"Ohh, ok. I understand. Let me know if you can make it later. If not, I'll have someone cover your shift."
"Oh, I'll be there. I'll get Momma situated and I'm coming in. I wouldn't even go if it wasn't for Momma cause you already know how I feel about the donor."
Rick laughed nervously. Sabrina spoke about her birth mother with such disdain and hate that it made others nervous.
"Just let me know Sabrina. I can cover you, no problem"
Sabrina started to repeat herself but decided against it. Switching between lanes she agreed and ended the call with Rick.
I guess he doesn't know how much I don't give a fuck about JoAnn, Sabrina thought to herself as she sped through yellow lights.
St. James Memorial Hospital was on the west side of the city. It was a nice ride from Momma Montgomery's house so Sabrina expected to reach the hospital before she did.
As pulled into the parking lot, she saw Momma making her way towards the entrance.
"MOMMA! MOMMA, wait for me to park," Sabrina screamed from her car window. She quickly found a spot and ran to catch up with Momma Montgomery.
"MOMMA, SLOW DOWN!" Sabrina yelled after her. For a middle aged woman, she was moving fast. She caught up to her at the entrance to the hospital.
"Come on, baby," Momma Montgomery said as she turned and entered the double glass doors that led to the lobby."They said she was pretty bad" Momma Montgomery said, not missing a step. In silence, she followed closely behind Momma Montgomery to the hospital information desk
I guess she thinks I care if she dies, Sabrina said to herself. She dare not say it aloud.
Stopping at the information desk, Momma Montgomery asked for JoAnn and got directions to the elevator and her floor. Sabrina was still less than thrilled to be there, but she followed Momma Montgomery anyway.
Momma Montgomery's usually slow pace was met by a rushed jog today. She pressed the button to the elevator before Sabrina even made it to the elevator corridors.
"Come on, girl" Momma Montgomery said as the silver metal doors opened to the elevator. Momma jumped inside the elevator and Sabrina rushed and got on as well.
"What exactly did they say when they called, Momma?" Sabrina asked as the elevator climbed quickly to the 6th floor.
"Something about emergency surgery."
"I guess it's all that shit she's smoking."
"Now you watch you mouth. That's still your mother," Momma Montgomery said as she made her way off the elevator.
"No she's not. You're my Momma," Sabrina said as they walked single file to the nurse's station.
Momma Montgomery ignored Sabrina's tirade about her mother. It wasn't like she hadn't heard it before.
"Excuse me, ma'am. I'm looking for my daughter, JoAnn Montgomery."
The young nurse looked at them with a strange glare. She quickly changed her expression to a smile, but Sabrina still picked up on the lapse in her mood.
"She's in room 632, down this hall and to the left," She explained and pointed in the direction they should walk.
Momma Montgomery thanked the woman and they were off. Sabrina's mind had already started moving.
What was that look about? Sabrina thought as they made their way down the hall.
As their shoes made scuff sounds on the tan and speckled linoleum, Sabrina couldn't help but notice the child-like drawings on the wall.
Is this the prenatal floor? she asked herself. Before she could voice her questions, they were already at room 632.
"Here it is," Momma said as she burst into the room. "JoAnn," Momma called as the door swung open.
A nurse was there checking her vitals and changing an I.V bag. JoAnn was sleeping, or playing sleep. Sabrina didn't want to see her either way. Momma, on the other hand, took off her coat and went right to her side.
"Momma, is that you?" JoAnn whispered when she felt Momma Montgomery caressing her hand.
From lying in the bed, JoAnn's black hair was matted to her head. She seemed sick and depleted, but Sabrina was convinced it was just the drugs.
"I'm here, baby. So is Brina," Momma Montgomery, said glancing back at Sabrina. "What happened?" Momma Montgomery asked.
A lone tear fell down JoAnn's cheek as she began to explain how horribly sick she was.
This bitch deserves an Oscar, Sabrina thought to herself. She decided to sit down and watch the show.
"I---I just got this horrible feeling in my stomach and had a friend bring me to the hospital. It was awful Momma," JoAnn said as she patted her stomach through the white hospital sheets.
The nurse quickly grabbed her clip board and left the room leaving them alone.
"I guess she can't take the lies either," Sabrina whispered to herself.
"Brina, you say something?"
"Naw, Momma. I'm just listening," Sabrina replied to Momma Montgomery as she looked down at her shoes to avoid eye contact. She sat at the small table and continued to listen until light taps came to the door.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Brock," the gentleman in the white coat said. He pushed the wire framed glasses up on his head as he entered the room.
"How are you doing today, JoAnn?" he asked as he walked around the hospital bed and shook Momma Montgomery's hand. Sabrina sat up in the bed and shook the doctor's hand as well.
"I'm fine, doc," JoAnn said. Nervousness was plastered across her face.
"Can you come back later?" JoAnn asked, looking the doctor intently in the eyes.
Sabrina was picking up on JoAnn's resistance of the doctor being there however, Momma Montgomery wasn't the wiser to the situation.
Momma merely smoothed over JoAnn's hair and held her hand.
"Oh, sure I can come back. I just want to check out your incision. Has the lactation specialist been here to talk to you about breastfeeding?" The doctor's words made no sense to Sabrina and Momma Montgomery.
JoAnn shook her head to say no, but it was too late. She looked down at the sheets waiting for the storm of questions. The secret was already out.
"Breastfeeding? What do you mean?" Momma asked with a puzzled expression. She wasn't quite sure of what he was trying to ask. She looked at JoAnn for an explanation, but her eyes had diverted to the window. JoAnn silently wished she could jump out and escape the inevitable.
"Yes, her level of narcotics is low enough to breastfeed if she wanted. But we still have to notify the hospital social worker about going home arrangements," he said everything nonchalantly as he raised the sheets and looked at her stomach.
"Let me take a look at the incision," the doctor said while putting on rubber gloves.
"So, the surgery was a C-Section?" Sabrina asked. She was now standing next to Momma Montgomery and starring down at JoAnn.
"I take it you both didn't know JoAnn was pregnant?" the doctor asked as he removed the latex gloves and discarded them in a small waste basket. He had discovered what was going on without them responding to his question.
He now looked completely uncomfortable.
"Would you like to see the baby?" he asked, no longer looking at JoAnn. She had even rubbed the doctor the wrong way.
Sabrina finally nodded her head yes. Momma Montgomery was too shocked to answer, she took refuge and sat down in a chair beside JoAnn's bed.
"Ok, great. Follow me" The doctor said, putting on a fake smile. "I'll be back in a while, Ms. Montgomery. Everything seems to be healing fine." He quickly made it to the linoleum hallway and walked briskly towards the nurse's station.
Still in a daze, Sabrina followed closely behind him. Momma Montgomery was left in the room with JoAnn.
"Jennifer, can you take this young lady daughter up to the NICU to see the Montgomery baby, please?" The doctor quickly asked in a tone that required only one answer.
"Sure, doctor, Let me call and tell them were coming." she said, lifting her head from a chart of another patient.
"Jennifer will show you how to scrub in and show you where to go," the doctor said, now walking in another direction.
Sabrina was confused. She didn't notice before but behind the nurse's station seemed to be a nursery.
Why isn't the baby in there?, she asked herself but she already knew the answer.
Jennifer made the call then she directed Sabrina to follow her. They went back to the silver elevators and waited in silence.
Sabrina couldn't help but think how much she didn't notice on the way to JoAnn's room. I should have known this was the maternity floor, she said to herself as she glanced at the now blaringly obvious signs.
The elevator doors opened and they both got on. Jennifer pressed the button for the floor directly above them. Silence fell between them for which Sabrina was grateful. She had too much on her mind to strike up a conversation.
Another child. What the fuck is wrong with her? the questions bounced around in Sabrina's head but she had no real answer. No one knew why JoAnn did the things she did.
No sooner had the doors closed, that they opened back up again and Jennifer stepped off. Sabrina quickly followed into what looked like a wash room. Special sinks, scrubs, paper towels, and gloves were perfectly lined along the walls. A huge metal sink lined the opposite wall.
"This is the scrub room. Take one of these sponge packets and scrub your hands real good," Jennifer said as she opened a packet for demonstration. Inside was a sponge filled with soap.
Attached to the sponge was a small plastic tool that could be used to dig under fingernails. Jennifer washed her hands with the sponge and soap and showed her how to do the same.
"All of this just to see the baby?" Sabrina asked.
Jennifer looked at her with the most serious of faces. "Your brother is underweight and severely sick. His immune system is low and we can't risk infecting him with any germs on our hands or clothing. So yes, all of this to see the baby."
Sabrina scrubbed her hands as she stared at the cleaning and sanitizing bottles lined on the metal shelf above the stainless steel sink.
After washing her hands of every germ particle known to man, Jennifer helped her put on scrubs over her clothes, head and even blue shower-like caps for her feet.
Once they both were completely covered in hospital scrubs, they made their way into the room filled with incubators.
The tiny incubators were scattered across the room along with monitors and miniature I.V bags. The scene stunned Sabrina as she stood gazing around the room of tiny babies and machines.
"Jesus," she whispered to herself as she scanned the room, looking for anything that said the Montgomery family name.
"Sabrina, this is Tina. She'll show you where he is, ok?"
"Alright, thanks," Sabrina said, eyeing Tina.
"Hi, Sabrina. He's right over here," Tina said with a full smile. She seemed more genuine than the other nurses. Sabrina smiled back and followed Tina as she walked a short way across the room. Masks, scrubs, and gloves were the dress code for this event. Sabrina saw quickly that everyone in the room had the protective gear on.
BABY BOY MONTGOMERY
She saw the words posted over a plastic incubator. That stopped Sabrina from walking. Seeing her family name made it real. She had a brother; a new addition. She should have been happy but her heart filled with anger and despair.
She wasn't sure what a crack addicted baby would look like. She was almost afraid to look. The small baby lay in the incubator with a miniature I.V and light blue cap on his head. He looked like a normal baby besides the tape and wires coming from his miniature sized body.
"What's wrong with him?" Sabrina asked as she rubbed the incubator. She wanted to touch him but wasn't sure if that was allowed.
"He's a little under weight and we believe he has jaundice," Tina said as she grabbed a chart from the side of his bed and thumbed through it.
Tina chose her next few words carefully. "As well as the narcotics that were found in his system. We had to wean him off of that but he's doing better now," she said finishing her words with a smile. "He's small, but he's a fighter," Tina said as she looked down at the chart.
Hearing that bit of good news made Sabrina smile.
She stared at the baby whose little chest rose up and down. Tina was right, he did seem strong. His eyes were open and looking around. Sabrina wondered did he see her, did he know someone that cared about him was there.
"Do you want to hold him?" the voice of the nurse startled Sabrina. She wanted to say no. She didn't want to hurt him or knock one of his many wires loose.
"Babies like to be touched. He needs to feel love and warmth." Sabrina couldn't say no to that.
She sat down in the wooden rocking chair beside his plastic enclosure and watched as the nurse unraveled his cords and wrapped him up.
His blanket was white with cars, balloons, and bikes, just like other infant receiving blankets that were scattered around the room.
Tina slowly walked him over and placed the baby in Sabrina's arms.
"We didn't have to put him on a respirator, thank God. We did have to give him a low dose of methadone. Some of the babies can wean off on their own, but he seemed a little distressed"
Looking down at the little body, hands, and tiny head, she didn't understand why JoAnn would do this.
What the fuck is wrong with her? She could have killed you, Sabrina wanted to say to the baby. However, she thought it was best to keep those words to herself.
"Will he be... is he going to... be ok?" Sabrina stuttered and found her words.
"It's hard to say. He certainly is showing signs of promise, but some babies don't show signs of developmental issues until later." Those words felt more like a knife. Sabrina lowered her head to kiss the boy. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Sensing how hurt Sabrina must have felt, the nurse had to interject a ray of hope.
"I have met many developmentally sound children and adults that were born addicted to drugs. I believe it depends on the care giver. If the parent is patient and gets the child the best help, anything is possible."
"Ha," Sabrina chuckled at the thought of her mother. She was anything but what Tina described as what he would need.
"His Mother is anything but that," Sabrina said to Tina.
"What will happen if she doesn't take him?"
"Well, we try to see if family members would be willing and fit to take care of a new infant" if not, we have no choice but to release the children to the state."
Hearing about the state and foster homes gave Sabrina chills. "No child should be there," Sabrina said.
"Tina, we need your help," the voice of another nurse interrupted their conversation.
"Excuse me, I'll be back," Tina said as she walked away.
Sabrina's mind swirled with all of the news. A few hours ago she was getting ready for work, planning her day. Now she was the sister to a crack addicted baby. "What are we going to do with you?" Sabrina whispered to the boy. She fidgeted with his blanket and rubbed his little head.
Sabrina looked towards the door and saw Momma Montgomery talking to a doctor and clutching her signature bible.
Momma Montgomery swayed like the leaning tower when the doctor told us there was a baby, Sabrina thought to herself.
I thought she would faint. She can't go through this again¸ Sabrina said as her mind drifted back to her childhood. Momma Montgomery took care of Sabrina when JoAnn ran off. I remember when that bitch left me in that house for dead.
Sabrina began pulling out long lost memories of her childhood. She quickly thought back to the three days she sat in her house without any food or adult supervision, while her Mother went and got high. Momma Montgomery came to the rescue. That started the back and forth tugs of war between JoAnn and Momma Montgomery.
For years Sabrina was back and forth between both houses. Tears welled in Sabrina's eyes as she thought of all the bad times. Back then, Sabrina had to watch JoAnn doing drugs while she ate peanut butter sandwiches for dinner.
The nights were filled with loud music and yelling from one of JoAnn's drug parties. Her days were met with ridicule from classmates that teased her for having a "Crackhead Momma."
JoAnn's reputation for drugs had gotten around the neighborhood quickly. Holding the baby, Sabrina thought of all the lunch hours that she sat alone and cried on the inside. Secretly, on those days, she began to hate JoAnn.
I wished she was dead, Sabrina thought to herself. I can't believe she let me go into foster care, Sabrina thought back further to when things really started to fall apart. When JoAnn completely lost it and Sabrina ended up in foster care for a few days. That was when Momma Montgomery finally got full custody of her.
"That can't happen to you," Sabrina told the baby. He was stirring a bit.
The doctors said he seemed to be full term, but she wasn't so sure by the size of him.
The nurse returned with a bottle and burping cloth for Sabrina. "It's about time for his feeding. Do you want to do it?" The nurse smiled and handed Sabrina the bottle before she had a chance to reply.
His little mouth opened immediately when she put the bottle to his tiny pink lips.
"I bet you are hungry," Sabrina said, laughing at how he sucked the bottle. It was better for her to laugh than cry. "So, when will he be ready to come home?" Sabrina asked the nurse.
"Well, we have to do a few more tests and monitor his behavior. We have to make sure he's eating and off the methadone. If all goes well, he may be ready to leave in about two weeks or so."
Sabrina began calculating in her mind. Finals will be over by then. I can take out a student loan and pay my rent for the whole summer and then some. I'm sure they will give me some kind of money for taking care of him.
Taking a deep breath, Sabrina asked the question that she had been thinking. "What if I want to take custody of him"
Tina smiled. "I don't think that will be a problem. If you meet the requirements, we could work with the hospital social worker and get everything set up by the time he's ready to come home."
Sabrina nodded as she thought of the things necessary to be a full time Mother.
"I'm guessing you're his sister, right?" Tina asked. Sabrina nodded.
"So, have you and the family thought of a name" Tina asked as she grabbed the silver medical chart from the side of the crib and began taking notes.
Sabrina smiled. "He looks like a Corey," she said as she wiped his mouth and gently lifted him to her shoulder for a burp. Now that she held him, he didn't seem as fragile as she thought.
"Corey it is," the nurse said. "I'll go get the papers so we can get things rolling. I'll give you a list of organizations that can help you with items and getting your home ready." Sabrina nodded in acknowledgement.
"As soon as you're done burping him, you can lay him back down in the crib and pull down this latch." The nurse said, pointing to the incubator. "We are probably going to put him in a regular bed tonight," Tina said before disappearing to the other side of the room.
Sabrina kept patting his little back until she heard a small burp. She switched arms and cradled him again, looking into his face. He was asleep. He would have looked like a normal baby if his little arm wasn't bandaged with an I.V.
Sabrina gently stood up from the rocking chair and placed him back in his plastic bed.
"I love you, little Corey. I'm here and you're going to be ok. You're going to make it," Sabrina whispered to him as she leaned down and kissed his cheek.
Walking over to the nurse's station, Tina grabbed papers from a filing cabinet and placed them on a clipboard. She handed Sabrina a pin and the board.
"He's back in the crib?" Tina asked. Sabrina nodded yes. "Ok, sit here and fill out these forms. I've called the social worker and she will be here shortly to talk with you about the process. I'm going to go make some notes on his charts about his feeding." She walked off and left Sabrina sitting on a stool, filling out paperwork.
I can't believe I'm doing this, Sabrina thought as she put her name on the papers. I'm going to be a mommy and a sister. Sabrina began filling out the paperwork before she was able to think and change her mind.
\*
"You did what?" Momma Montgomery said. She would have screamed but they were in the hospital.
"Momma, what else are we gonna do? You can't go through this again. I'm not going to let him go to foster care.
We both know damn well she isn't going to take care of him. So I'll do it," Sabrina said as she nervously paced the waiting room.
Momma Montgomery sat on the couch in shock, shaking her head. "Do you think you can do it?" Momma Montgomery finally asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Of course I can. School ends in another week and a half. He won't be home for two weeks at the earliest."
"But what about your house?" she asked.
"I called my landlord and explained the situation. He has a two bedroom available downstairs from me. I can take that and the rent is only one hundred dollars more." The plan made perfect sense to Sabrina. "He said I can sign the new lease and move in this weekend if I want."
Ashamed, Momma Montgomery shook her head and stared at the floor.
"Momma, you've done all you can. It's my turn to help out. I can't have him in foster care and you can't take care of another baby. I'll do it." Rubbing her hand, Sabrina sat down next to Momma Montgomery and continued to explain.
"The nurse gave me a list of organizations that will help me. I'll be ok with him. If you can watch him sometimes while I go to school, we should be alright." Sabrina said it like she had been planning this for years, instead of a few hours.
"Me, you, and Corey will be fine."
"Who is Corey?" Momma asked.
"That's what I'm naming him. I think he looks like a Corey."
She smiled hearing that. "We used to call your Uncle Cornelius that when he was younger."
"Well, you see, he's in the family. We can't let him go."
They were the only ones in the waiting room. The dark brown carpet, soda machines, and blue walls were the only listeners in the room. They began making decisions and trying to figure things out.
"Well, I can come over and be with him when you go to school or you can bring him to my house." Momma Montgomery started rambling off things. She picked up her cell phone and started calling people. All Sabrina could do was smile.
Momma Montgomery could make the best of any situation. Sabrina's entire house would be furnished with baby items by the end of the week. She would call her church, job, and woman's group and have everybody helping out. As Sabrina wiped away a few loose tears, she heard her name.
"Sabrina Montgomery," a young woman called as she entered the waiting room. The woman wore her hair in a tight bun. Her shirt was white with a hospital name tag fixed to her blouse.
Sabrina knew instantly that she was the social worker. Standing up, she greeted the woman with a handshake.
"Terry, I gotta call you back but I'll let you now what we need," Momma Montgomery said, abruptly ending her conversation. "Hi, I'm Mrs. Montgomery" Momma said, extending her hand to the social worker.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Cynthia Townes, one of the hospital social workers," she said, returning the hand shake.
"This is my grandmother," Sabrina stated.
"Oh, ok. Great. So you're JoAnn's mother, correct?" Cynthia asked, making notes.
"Yes, I am," Momma Montgomery replied as they all began sitting down.
"I'm glad you're both here. I've looked over JoAnn's case in the system. I see that in the last three years she has had another child besides this one. She unfortunately didn't make it, correct?" Cynthia's eyes met theirs and she didn't like what she saw.
"WHAT?" Sabrina did scream this time.
Momma Montgomery didn't utter a word. She was just as shocked and found it better to stare at a wall to hide her shame.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I thought you were both aware of the other child.
She was born premature and passed away. She was also born addicted to controlled substances."
Sabrina felt her anger rising. In the pit of her stomach there was a burning fire. All she could think about was marching into JoAnn's room and smacking her.
"We have ruled her unfit to care for a child. We are also aware that you were given custody of Sabrina some fifteen years ago, Ms. Montgomery."
"Yes, ma'am. My daughter is sick and we don't want Corey to be with her. Sabrina and I would like to take care of him. He would stay with Sabrina and I would supplement monetarily and with babysitting while she attends college courses," Momma Montgomery stated matter-of-factly.
"I see. I believe that would be great. I see, Sabrina that you have filled out the paperwork already, so that's great." Cynthia thumbed through some papers in her lap and found the one that she was looking for. "I just need you to sign this and I'll schedule a walk-through of your apartment. Is this your correct address, here?"
"Yes, it is," Sabrina said, glancing at the address on the paper. "I'll be moving into a new unit this weekend. Since Corey is coming home with me, I will be moving into a two bedroom.."
"Wow, you guys move quick. Just let me know later what the unit is and I'll schedule the walk-through for next week."
As Sabrina signed the paper Ms.Townes continued to explain the process.
"Myself, or someone with family services will come look at the home and make sure it's a safe environment. After that, we will make a determination and I'm sure, once the doctor signs for the baby's release, he should be ready to go home with you."
Those words made Sabrina smile.
"All I need you to do, Sabrina, is sign right here stating that I have gone over everything with you and you agree to take care of the child." Sabrina quickly took a pen from Cynthia's hand and signed the document. "So you've decided to name him Corey?" Cynthia asked, smiling.
"Yes, ma'am. Corey DaVon Montgomery," Sabrina stated proudly.
"Nice name, Ms. Montgomery is recovering from the Cesarean and I haven't been able to have a coherent conversation with her."
"That's no surprise. She won't be much help. Once she is feeling better, Ms. Townes, she will be out of here without a care in the world," Sabrina stated.
Cynthia gave a nervous smirk. She didn't like getting into these conversations. She got up and extended her hand to Sabrina and Momma Montgomery.
"I'll be in touch and make sure you let me know what unit you will be moving to," she said before leaving the room.
Sabrina and Momma Montgomery both hugged each other before Momma's cell phone broke the silence in the waiting room.
"It's Trudy," Momma said, hitting the green talk button. "Trudy," Momma answered her phone. "Yes, girl. you got the right message.Yep she's had a baby and Sabrina is gonna take him in. She's gonna need some help. I'm about to head over to the church now."
Grabbing her purse, Momma walked into the hallway. Seeing Momma Montgomery on the phone made Sabrina think of the calls she needed to make.
"Damn, I forgot to call work," Sabrina cursed as she reached for her phone which was nestled in her jean's pocket.
"Hey Rick, sorry I'm just now calling you back but I'm going to need some time off."
"Is everything ok?" Rick asked, sounding concerned.
"Actually, it's not," Sabrina said, pausing and taking a deep breath. "I'm going to be a mother."
Nervous and scared, she walked through the green tiled floors of the hospital. Her apple red nail polish was chipping away at the tips from her constant gnawing throughout the day.
She had abandoned chewing her nails and began popping her knuckles as she waited for the elevator to open. Today was the day she would take Corey home.
"You ready?" Momma Montgomery asked as they waited.
"Yep, been ready for awhile,"
Momma Montgomery nodded in agreement and watched the numbers of the elevator descend to one. Sabrina focused on her shoes and prayed, searching her mind for the words and trying to find the strength to embark on this journey of sister turned mother.
Thinking of the word, "mother," made her mind drift to her egg donor
"Have you seen or talked to JoAnn?" Sabrina asked over the dinging sound of the elevator. It finally made it to their floor and alerted everyone of its arrival.
Momma Montgomery shook her head as she handed Sabrina the car seat she had been carrying. Weeks ago, Sabrina would have laughed at the sight of a car seat that big for Corey. That was four weeks and six pounds ago. Corey had ballooned since then and both of their lives had changed drastically.
Sabrina pressed the round elevator button for the sixth floor. Quickly, she and Momma Montgomery ascended to the floor of miracles, where the babies were delivered. This floor had been Sabrina's second home for past few weeks.
Sabrina's decision wasn't so much about Corey, but about her. She didn't want her own brother growing up like she had. More so, she wanted to return the favor. It was a no-brainer to take on the responsibility of caring for Corey.
They arrived to the sixth floor and walked towards the nursery room. Sabrina had walked these floors so much, she felt like she worked there. Many long nights, she had slept in the waiting room, studied in the cafeteria, or made a mattress out of the couches.
After Sabrina was given the approval to take care of Corey, there was no turning her away. She wanted to be with him all of the time. Corey recovering and being healthy was now Sabrina's main priority.
Rounding the corner, Sabrina heard Corey before she saw him.
"Is that him crying?" Momma Montgomery asked.
"Yep, it sure is. Lungs are getting strong." His car seat and diaper bag were in Sabrina's hands and she couldn't wait to get him home.
The nurses explained things in a hurry. Sabrina took notes as Momma Montgomery dressed him to go home. They handed her prescriptions for medicines and all of the possessions he had accumulated in his stay.
"We're gonna miss you, little Corey," one of the nurses said, holding Corey's miniature hand as he was buckled in his car seat.
"Alright, this is everything," another nurse said. "We gotta walk you down to your car, per hospital policy."
A nod of the head was Sabrina's only response. Corey was quietly bundled up in his car seat as they made their way to the entrance.
"I'll go get the car. You all wait for me at the door," Sabrina said. Making her way to the car, doubt began to set in.
Can I do this? She asked herself as she got in her car and pulled up to the hospital entrance.
Momma Montgomery emerged, smiling and holding the car seat that contained Corey. Sabrina got out and securely placed Corey in the backseat of the car.
"Alright, Core. There you go," Sabrina whispered as she finished buckling his seat in.
Closing the door softly, she turned to the nurse that was patiently waiting and talking to Momma Montgomery. Sabrina shook her hand and said a brief thank you as she and Momma Montgomery got in the car. Things were no longer fun and games. She was now responsible for a human life. A life that had already had a rough start.
Driving away from the hospital, there was no other sound in the car.
The tension was felt by Momma Montgomery as well. She searched her mind for scriptures as she looked out the window.
Sabrina hoped she would be quiet through the ride home. She wanted peace. Can I do this? Sabrina repeated the question to herself.
This time, as she thought about it, there really was no answer to the question. It was more rhetorical than responsive. Her approach was that she had to do it. There was no other alternative.
Of course I can. I have to, Sabrina told herself as she pressed down on the accelerator. She moved between the cars towards home. Towards her newfound mother and sisterhood.
Dawn
Of
The Freak
"Corey, hurry up! We gotta get you to school," Sabrina said as she hurried around the living room, picking up papers, putting them in her backpack, and grabbing her purse.
"I'm doing number 2," Corey screamed from the bathroom.
"Awww, come on, Core. You always gotta use it when we are about to leave," Sabrina said, laughing.
"You're gonna be late for your first day," Sabrina said loudly in his direction as she gathered their things.
Corey's only response was the flush of the toilet and a running faucet. A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with his uniform shirt neatly tucked into his blue khakis and his black, wire rimmed glasses placed securely on his face.
He was much taller than the other kids his age, making him look more like a little man than an eight-year-old third grader.
I taught him well, Sabrina told herself as she gave him a quick glance over as he put on his jacket.
She was glad she didn't have to fuss over him about his personal hygiene or straighten his clothes. Corey always wanted to look nice.
My conceitedness must have rubbed off, Sabrina thought as she grabbed her keys and handed Corey his backpack.
"Ok, you got your lunch money and your keys, right?" Sabrina asked as she opened the door and went through her mental checklist.
"Yep, and I've got my cell phone. Do you have your phone?" he asked as he walked out the door.
"Nope, glad you said something. Take the keys and go start the car. I'll be out in a minute," she told him as she went looking for her cell phone.
Buried between two couch cushions, she found her phone.
"Ok, that's everything," she said as she set their house alarm and locked the door.
Sabrina walked down her porch steps and smiled at Corey's bouncing head in the car. The radio was loud enough that she heard it from the porch steps. Her high heels clicked on the pavement as she made her way to the car with her purse and shoulder bag in hand.
Getting in the car, she immediately turned down the blasting radio. Some song was talking about putting "swag on," She had been too busy to keep up with the latest songs. If it wasn't for Corey, she wouldn't know any of them.
"So, you ready for your first day?" she asked Corey as she drove away from their house.
"Yeah, I was tired of that raggedy old school," he said, looking out the window at their new neighborhood. A lot of things had changed for them in the past few months.
"Yeah, I know. That's why I had to get you into a better school and the both of us into a better neighborhood," she said turning on her blinker to make a turn.
How much this school is costing me, it better be nice, Sabrina thought to herself as she pulled into the school parking lot.
"Alright, I'll see ya later," Corey said, grabbing his backpack off the floor and reaching for the door handle.
"Hold up, hold up. Now, tell me again what you're gonna do when you get off school," Sabrina quizzed him.
Corey took a deep breath and recited her instructions that she had drilled into his head the previous week.
"I'm gonna go straight home, put the code on the alarm thing. I'm gonna lock the door, set the alarm again, and let you know I'm home. If someone tries to grab me, I'm going to kick, scream, and run," he said the instructions perfectly.
"My man, give me some dap," she said, extending her hand for their traditional fist pat.
Corey laughed at his sister and how hip she tried to be.
"Ok, I'll see you later. I should be home at 4:30. Then, I'll take you to Momma M's while I go to class, ok?"
"Yep, love you," he said as he opened the door and shut it behind him. He ran towards the school and she couldn't have been more proud.
As she watched him blend in with the rest of the blue khaki clad students, she marveled at the stark wardrobe change from baggy jeans and metal detectors. Good thing for that partial scholarship, Sabrina thought to herself.
She took one final glance at the school and saw Corey walk inside with the other students and she felt at ease. I can't believe he is growing up. Feels like yesterday that I brought him home, Sabrina reminisced on those hard nights back when Corey was a baby.
The sleepless nights staying up, holding him as he cried for no reason. One of the many side effects of the drug abuse he suffered.
Not to mention the multiple doctor's visits and the many hours she spent praying that he would turn out normal.
Thank you, Lord, for answering those prayers, she thought as she pulled away from the curb. She felt good about things and how she had raised Corey.
That feeling was fleeting as she drove away and her thoughts flipped to bills and tuition payments.
Damn, I'm late for work, she said. The red numbers on the car radio read well after seven-thirty. A buzzing on her thigh stole her attention. Feeling inside her slack's pocket, she found her vibrating cell phone.
"Yeah, CeCe, I'm on my way," Sabrina said.
"Girl, I was getting worried. I thought you were coming in early," Sabrina's co-worker asked.
"Yeah, I was. I woke up late. I'm still trying to unpack," she said as she drove with one hand on her phone and the other on the steering wheel.
"Aw, ok. You drop Corey off yet?"
"Yep, I just did. I can't believe how mature he is. I'm just so thankful."
"I know you are. I don't know many that could do what you do."
"I got to, C. Who else would do it?" Sabrina said, placing her index finger on her blinker to switch lanes. No one came to mind when she wondered who else would take care of Corey.
"I already know, girl. You want me to clock you in?" Cece asked, already making the move to Sabrina's desk to log her in.
"Yeah, girl, please do. I'm gonna be there in, like, umm, fifteen minutes."
"Ok, cool. Hurry up and get yo ass here so I can tell you about some shit I found out last night," Cece said, lowering her voice.
"Tom is coming. Hurry up. Bye," Cece whispered before hanging up the phone.
Sabrina laughed as she imagined her friend hurrying off the phone to avoid their boss. Sabrina allowed her thoughts to depart from her bills and drift to whatever juicy gossip Cece would drop on her once they were firmly planted in their cubicles.
Making a few turns, she made it to her job quicker than she estimated. So many things had changed in her life over the past few months.
A new commute with a new house and a new school to drop Corey off ,meant that she needed to leave the house a bit earlier than usual.
Turning into the parking lot, she maneuvered her car all the way to the end. Getting to work early had its perks of close parking spots. Getting there late meant a few extra steps in your work pumps.
For the last four years, this was where she went all day. "Gotta go pay the bills," Sabrina whispered to herself as she grabbed her shoulder bag and made her way through the parking lot.
Cece's gossip would get her through the day, but her real reason for rushing to this place was for one person.
Sabrina thought of him as she made it into the building past all of the already parked cars. This is all for you, her mind chanted as she walked into the building
\*
"Thank you for calling LandTrust, this is Sabrina speaking," she stated the words as she began typing the loan number that the inconsiderate customer was yelling into her ear. "I do apologize for the mishap. One moment while I look that up," she said.
I can't wait till I get away from this place and no longer have to kiss these peoples' asses, Sabrina thought to herself as she moved her mouse across her computer screen. She finished her call and threw her headset down
"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Cece asked after hearing Sabrina's crashing headset.
"Just another call."
"Well, come on, lets go to the break room so I can show you the video," Cece said, leading the way to their break area.
Sabrina and Cece sat in the back corner of the break room with their lunches, sodas, and Cece's cell phone. Luckily, no one else was in the break room so they had some privacy; special privileges of eating lunch late.
Cece decided they should take their lunch later than usual so she could show Sabrina what she had been holding in all day.
"Girl, do you remember the temp that was here a month ago? Trina, I think her name was," Cece whispered despite the fact that no one was in the break room.
"Yeah, I remember her somewhat," Sabrina answered. It really doesn't matter, Sabrina thought.
She had waited all day for Cece to tell her about this juicy gossip and she didn't feel like playing the name game now just to get the information.
"Well, look at this," Cece said, pressing a few buttons on her cell phone. She sat the phone down in front of Sabrina and watched her face intently for her response.
Sabrina looked at the screen. Her eyes grew wide as she began to focus. It was a girl in some lingerie sitting in a chair. She was gyrating and shaking her ass. Standing up and sitting down, bending over and allowing her ample bottom to fall out of her boy shorts.
Sabrina almost asked what the meaningless video was until a man appeared in the video. He slapped the woman on her ass and pushed her down to the floor. Like a robot trained for this particular job, the girl got down on her knees and pulled out the guy's dick. The girl wasted no time taking all of the man in her mouth.
Sabrina wanted to look away but the thought of watching her ex co-worker excited her. I had to train her, Sabrina thought as she tried to remember her interaction with the girl. Before she could get too excited, Cece grabbed the phone from the table and pressed more buttons.
"Girl, can you believe that shit?" Cece asked with her eyes on the phone.
"So...She does videos. Where did you find that at?" Sabrina asked, so intrigued that she put down her turkey sandwich.
"Girl, it's an amateur, umm, site," CeCe said, carefully trying not to say the word porn.
"I look at from time to time but last night I saw her. Then I found out something even bigger than that," CeCe said as she placed the phone back down in front of Sabrina.
Sabrina saw the words "GET PAID" on the screen and immediately became interested.
"Get paid to post your videos," Sabrina read aloud without thinking.
"Shhhhhh!" Cece shushed Sarbina's reading and looked suspiciously around the room to make sure they were still alone. Sabrina quieted herself and read the information silently.
CeCe chimed in after a minute or so to unload her comments on what she was reading.
"Girl you can get paid for that shit. I looked at her page and she has all types of friends.," CeCe whispered quickly as she grabbed her phone and put it away.
"What? I don't understand," Sabrina stared with a perplexed look. She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the whole situation.
The video seemed to be amateur but Sabrina wanted to know how she got paid. I need some money right now with all these new bills, she reasoned but she didn't tell CeCe her thoughts.
"Girl, it's crazy. But I found out there are a lot of sites like that. I wish I could do that shit. I bet she is making all types of money. I recognized her but you can't really see her face. And speaking of people fucking for money, did I tell you Shelia from accounting is doing Todd? I bet you that bitch gets promoted."
As quickly as that, Cece had changed subjects. CeCe kept talking and going on and on about different stuff that happened in the office - who was screwing who and what manager was showing favoritism to whom. Sabrina listened but her mind was still on the website.
She desperately needed money. Every mention of a way to make extra cash had gotten Sabrina's attention. She had even taken note of an infomercial claiming to make you rich in a matter of hours.
CeCe had gotten side-tracked and forgot all about the girl and the porno.
"But, how did you find the video?" Sabrina asked, trying to get her to refocus on something more interesting.
"I was watching some videos online, trying to find something that me and Tyrone would like. You know, he is into that amateur porn."
"No, girl, I didn't," Sabrina said, chuckling. CeCe loved to talk about her sexual exploits with her husband.
"So, there I am looking at the new uploaded videos and there she was. She is pretty popular, too. I wish I could be that bold," CeCe said as she took a bite of her chicken salad.
That comment got the wheels turning in Sabrina's head. What if I...naw, I can't do that, she told herself.
"Girl, me and Tyrone got it on after watching one of her other videos. I paid $8.95 for the whole thing. Loved it."
"So, you can buy them?" Sabrina asked as took a bite of her sandwich
"Ohhh, yeah. Me and Tyrone got it on," CeCe told Sabrina all about her late night love making session.
By that time Sabrina had stopped listening. She continued to nod her head and reply with a few random "oh yeahs," but her mind was somewhere else and her clit was swelling from the possibilities. As CeCe went on and on about her and Tyrone and everyone else at the job, Sabrina made a mental note to check out the website later that night when she got home.
What if I did do what that girl did? Sabrina asked herself. She began to smile as the wet substance formed between her legs.
Pussy was pussy, but wasn't shit better than new pussy. Brandon thought to himself between strokes.
The more things change the more they stay the same. She's gonna be all in love, wanting me to move in and shit after I beat it up.
"Shhhhhhhh," he tried to stop her from moaning too loud. I wish she would stop making all this damn noise, fucking up my concentration; Brandon closed his eyes and lifted his head to the ceiling.
He met her at the club earlier that evening. They talked for awhile before they exchanged numbers and parted ways. Brandon didn't expect to hear from her for at least a few days, but he was on his way home when she sent him a text message saying she wanted to get down. Brandon called her to hear the invitation for himself. Sure enough, she was ready for him.
"I guess my concept of time is a little off," Brandon told her as he made a U-turn and headed in the direction she told him.
"We're both grown and I can't wait. I want you now," she said.
Now that he was deep inside her, he just wanted to nut and go home. Her bed squeaked slightly as he moved in and out of her. The girl's name had escaped Brandon before he even made it in her front door. Now he had her down on all fours in the bed. He had mastered the "doggy style" years ago and was now showing her his best technique. Her head was buried in a pillow as he dug deeper inside her.
This position was best for his one-night stands. Brandon never bedded ugly women but he preferred not to look at them. It's easier to forget her if I didn't have to stare at her, he once admitted long ago.
The pillow was a master silencer of her screams. It was easy to convince her not to get too rowdy since her kids were asleep in their rooms. Brandon was secretly happy that her kids were home ,but of course, he didn't let her know about his joy. Her kids were his escape plan.
She was throwing her ass on him like they were in a porn movie. Brandon wasn't trying to beat it up until she began challenging him.
"Yeah, I'm putting that pussy on you, ain't I?" he heard her growl over her back at him.
Her head was no longer in the pillow. She was now turned around gazing at Brandon as she bounced her ass on his pelvis with hard slaps. This, to Brandon, was a challenge to a duel.
This will be the last time that I fuck her, but she's gonna remember how good this dick was, Brandon thought as he grabbed her hips, about to answer her challenge.
Even though the kids might hear, he started to pound her with a fast pace of sexual fury. Brandon sped up his strokes, the slapping of his pelvis on her ass cheeks resembling crashing thunder.
She kept trying to slow his rhythm, but if felt so good that she was eventually defeated when tremors of her climax took control of her body. She began to shake and that was Brandon's cue.
"I'm cumming," Brandon groaned as he pulled out and spewed his love juice into a condom. He still pulled out even though he wore condoms. "No need for mishaps," he often joked with his boys.
Sure enough, when he finished she was trying to get him to lay down with her. "Hold me, baby," she moaned as she rolled over and got under the sheets.
"Let me go to the bathroom real quick," he said, walking into her connected master bathroom. Brandon took the condom off and checked for leaks. An old habit for him, but he wasn't interested in having any deductions or clinic appointments with these women that he conquered.
A quick nut was all I needed, Brandon reminded himself as all evidence of their rendezvous swirled down the toilet.
He continued his post-sex ritual of cleaning up before he returned to the bedroom. He took a deep breath before grabbing the bathroom door knob.
"Gotta be quick, B," he told himself. He knew that his window of opportunity for a smooth getaway was small and he wasn't in the mood to argue.
Back in the bedroom, he immediately located his clothes and hurried to put them on. She sat straight up in the bed like she heard a startling noise.
"Are you leaving?" she asked. He nodded as he looked around for his discarded tennis shoes. Over the years, Brandon had became a pro at the "bump and run" from his numerous sex romps. He already had his shirt on and was zipping his jeans before she could start begging.
"You don't have to leave. My kids won't be up for a few hours. You can stay till then. I could even cook us breakfast," she said, getting out of the bed, but it was too late. He was already dressed and about to exit her room.
"Naw, boo. I gotta get to work in a few hours , remember?
I need to go home, take a shower, and get ready. Next time, ok?" he lied as he kissed her forehead and made his way to the front door.
He walked through the dark house, quietly so he wouldn't wake her kids.
I don't wanna see no rugrats at 3am, he thought as he tip-toed around the furniture in her living room.
He finally made it to the door and was about to close and lock it behind him, when he felt her hand touch his as she walked out the door with him. Damn, she got dressed quick, Brandon thought as he cursed himself for walking so slow.
She had a long t-shirt that ironically had the words "Good Girl" plastered on the front.
Brandon wanted to chuckle at her choice of clothing, but knew this conversation was going to be anything but laughable.
She crossed her arms and glared at Brandon for her last showdown.
"So, you think you can come over here, fuck me, and leave?" she said, staring right through him. "Yo, I have things to do. I was clear over the phone about what was gonna happen,"
Brandon said as he pulled keys out of his jeans and hit the button for his remote start. The engine revved up from a black Camaro a few feet away.
The "Pussy Puller," as Brandon liked to call his prized possession.
"Yeah, you said that, but you damn well can't treat me like no ho and dismiss me like I ain't shit," she said, planting her hands on her hips and awaiting an explanation.
"What did you say earlier when I talked to you?" Brandon asked as he looked her straight in her eyes.
She seemed nervous as she stood there, thinking with makeup smeared across her face and her hair haphazardly lying all over her head. She looked more like the victim of a fight than a willing participant in one of Brandon's fuck sessions.
"Well, I---I told you I'm like no other woman you have ever been with," she said, stuttering a bit. She was reluctant to answer his question because she knew the point he was trying to make.
"No, let's tell the truth. You said, 'I will suck the cum out of your dick, lick the lent out of your ass, and fuck you to euphoria.' Those were your exact words," Brandon said as he grew irritated with her.
These hos were all the same. They put the pussy out on a platter and then get mad because you take a sample and leave, Brandon observed as she shifted her hands from across her chest to planting her hands on her waist.
"You said those exact words because the shit made me laugh so hard that I dropped my phone, remember?" Brandon asked her.
She nodded
"So, you put yourself out there like that and you get mad cause I take you up on the offer?" Brandon half-asked her, but he didn't expect a response.
She said nothing, and instead she looked at him with a blank stare. Her facial expression spoke volumes. She must have never thought of this concept before.
"You see that car? I gotta go to work and pay for that motherfucker. So I'll talk to you later. I gotta get to work," Brandon said, walking up the walkway from her house to his car.
"Call me later, please," she said to Brandon's back as he walked off.
He put his hand up to acknowledge that he heard her but he had no intention of calling. He slid into his car and sped off.
Brandon really did have to go to work but he could have stayed and cuddled with her. He could have even stayed for breakfast, but that was stupid to him.
He revved his engine and made it to the highway in record time. At 3am on a Sunday morning, the streets were clear. He turned the radio up loud and sped home. Drifting on the highway he started to think. I'm getting tired of ho-hopping. I need to be at home wrapped up in my woman's legs.
Instead, Brandon found himself out in the streets doing 70 in a 55, dodging police radars, and drunks, trying to make it home.
Brandon tried to settle down but he always ran into the same shit; hoes disguised as good girls or some lazy freak thinking he was made of twenties, tens, and hundred dollar bills. He let out a long sigh and got off at the exit to his house.
He turned the radio all the way down and drove a little slower. The police around Brandon's home didn't like black men driving with nice cars. They especially didn't like them late at night.
Only a few minutes removed from the highway, he pulled into his driveway and shut the car off. Looking up at his three-bedroom house, Brandon felt proud but couldn't help but feel sadness as well. He was accomplishing everything he wanted, but finding a good woman to share it with was impossible.
A ringing from his pocket broke the silence in his car. There was no name to display on the screen of his cell phone, but he remembered it as the number of the girl he just left.
Why am I answering this? he asked himself as he pressed the green button on the phone.
"Yeah," Brandon said instead of "hello."
"Hey, boo. Did you make it home?" She asked, almost whispering.
"Yeah, I just got here. 'Bout to take a shower and go to work," Brandon said as he stepped out of his car.
"Oh, ok. I just wanted to ask since I forgot to ask while you were here. Ummmm..."
Here it comes, Brandon thought as he walked towards his door, bracing himself for the foolishness the girl had to offer.
"Could I, ah, borrow two hundred from you till my check comes next week?" she asked.
Brandon starred at the phone in amazement. He had no words for her. To Brandon, hanging up was the only reasonable answer. He pressed the red button and ended the call. To make sure she didn't call back, he also turned off his phone.
"That's the shit I'm talking about," Brandon said aloud as he stuck the key in the door.
Entering the house, the alarm beeped, echoing through the walls of the home. As he punched the four digit code onto the keypad to silence the loud beep, he looked around and felt even lonelier now as he saw the spotless living room.
The house was painfully clean but with no womanly touch. Brandon wasn't much of a decorator. Despite his lack of décor experience, he had managed to pick out some nice furniture pieces, but no pictures adorned his walls.
He threw his keys down on the glass coffee table. Today, he didn't care about scratching the glass. He just wanted the retreat of a hot shower.
I must be getting old 'cause I remember a time when I could fuck three bitches in one night and not bat an eye, Brandon thought to himself. Shedding his clothes, he made his way to the bathroom.
His toned, but sleek six foot two frame is what kept his phone ringing. Brandon thought back to when the thought of being single forever and fucking a different woman every day was a luxury life. The last few months had brought about a change in his mind.
As he got older, so did his friends. Most of them had wives, the others had girlfriends, and all of them had kids. They looked happy with their families, and all Brandon had was an empty house and bothersome whores calling his phone.
In the shower, Brandon let all of the thoughts wash over him like the gushing water from the shower head. He had celebrated his 29th birthday a few weeks before. It was the loneliest birthday he had ever experienced.
All my boys could do was call and give me their wishes, and every woman I knew wanted me to take them out. Why would I wine and dine them on my birthday? he asked himself as he thought back on the day. He had opted for getting head from some hoe and spending the night at home, alone.
He was out of the shower now, staring at himself in the mirror. Brandon was handsome, but he was getting old. Father Time was on his back, or at least he felt like he was. His deep brown skin and black hair was all the same but his face was getting the mature look that hit most men at the near-thirty mark. That really scared him in a way.
The fear was now that Brandon was at a point where he wanted to settle down, there was no one to settle down with. I guess it's my fault since I've fucked over so many good women, he admitted to himself.
He breathed deeply and opened the door to the shower again, turning the water back on to as hot as possible. Stepping into the burning blast, Brandon thought, maybe I can wash this money-hungry bitch bait off me and get a real woman before I lose my mind.
Black mask, feathers, glue and glitter.
She was nervous and naked, sitting on a chair in her room and staring at all her work supplies. Was this new profession what I really wanted? She thought as she scanned her room, she looked at her desk and saw the pile of brand-new textbooks. Instantly, she got a small headache. Those books cost at least one thousand dollars. Her mind began to rethink her day in the school bookstore when the register rang the ridiculous total for four text books. Next to them was a tuition bill for at least twice the amount of the books.
She shook her head and subconsciously started rubbing her nipples. Since she was younger, sex had always been a stress reliever for her.
Sabrina thought back to being sixteen and getting irritated with her algebra homework. She would excuse herself from the dining-room table to take a "break." That break consisted of going to her room, laying on her stomach, and squeezing her legs together real tight until she came.
Not sure where or when she discovered that little technique, but it was better than a counselor or a stress ball.
Sabrina guessed that's what started her on her way to being a sex connoisseur. She hated the word, "freak." She never understood why it couldn't be that she loved to fuck and cum all over herself.
She hadn't asked anyone that question, nor did she tell people about her freakish ambition. The fact that CeCe told Sabrina about her bedroom sessions was surprising to her and she was glad Cece did. So, after Cece had showed her the video, Sabrina made an account on the website and watched a few shows. At the moment, she was massaging her clit thinking about the live videos she had seen.
Sabrina had been on the site for a month or so, thinking and wishing she could do what those people were doing. She loved the thought of someone watching her and drooling over a screen while she got fucked from the back or sucked some dick.
She was rubbing faster now, stretching her legs out. She dipped her finger in her pussy to get it wet and rubbed the fresh juices on her clit. Her pussy got so wet she used to think there was something wrong with her.
That was until she found out that the fellas loved it. The way the fellas loved her wetness, she hoped they would love her videos.
Sabrina's rising expenses were what forced her to make the final decision on taping herself. As much as she loved to be watched, she still didn't want everybody to know it was her on camera.
After all the years she took off, Sabrina was back on track to finish school. I will shit bricks if I work my ass off in school but unable to get my dream job because of this bullshit, she thought to herself.
That's when she found AmateurU.com. Sabrina couldn't do her videos on the same site that CeCe told her about, or else she would be in one of her lunchtime gossip stories just like the other girl. Instead, she searched and found someplace else where, hopefully, no one would recognize her.
That, in combination with the mask, would disguise her. Sabrina came up with an idea for the mask, thus the reason for her supplies. If no one knew it was her, then she would be just another "freak" online, showing her goods. Plus, the mask separated her from the rest of the people on the site and surrounded her with mystery.
She had to force herself to stop playing with her pussy so she could finish gluing the feathers to her mask. It didn't take her long to get everything glued on the mask and spread the glitter around.
Sabrina put the mask on, which would separate her from the rest of the world. She went over to her full length mirror to take a look. Her melon-sized breasts stared back at her. Her cocoa complexion was glistening from the baby oil she had rubbed on herself and the mask looked majestic with her hair wildly cascading down her back. She thought that her hazel eyes, peeping through the eye slits, looked sexy. It was only a half-mask, like those worn at Mardi Gras, but it was perfect.
She picked up her breasts and smashed them together in a playful way as she continued to watch herself in the mirror. Sabrina wanted to see what her viewers would see. She even put one in her mouth and ran her tongue around her areola. It looked sexier than it felt. She would have eaten her own pussy if she had the chance.
Satisfied with what she saw, Sabrina put her breasts in a black, lace bra and went to the camera to arrange things for the show. She got everything situated and turned the camera on.
You can do this. Pretend like it's not there, she told herself.
Sabrina took a deep breath, and sat down on the bed, holding her favorite toy. She started by getting down on all fours in the middle of the bed and sucking the plastic dick.
She closed her eyes and imagined it was real flesh that she was thrusting down her throat. As she was about to lay back and give her pussy what it was craving, Sabrina got the weird feeling that somebody else was in the room.
Turning around to face the doorway to her room, she saw a man with a black ski mask staring straight at her. Sabrina instantly screamed and jumped off the bed but he pulled a gun from his waist band.
"SHUT UP, BITCH!" He yelled, pointing the gun at her.
Sabrina grabbed a pillow from her bed to cover herself, but it was too late. He had already seen her goods. His dick was springing up through his jeans like a hard tree limb.
She started shaking at the thought of what he might be thinking. She glanced over at the camera and the light was still on. That told her it was catching all of this. He motioned for her to come to him. Sabrina shook her head but he picked up the gun and started to point it at her again.
"Please don't do this," she pleaded as she made her way around the bed towards him like he asked. She was still clutching the pillow in front of her with her mask on.
He was unzipping his jeans. He let them fall to the floor, the belt buckle thudding on the hardwood floor when it fell.
Sabrina concentrated more on the fully erect, cucumber-sized dick that was fully visible from the slit in his boxers.
He kept motioning for her to come closer to him. Once she was close enough, he pushed her down on her knees and stuck his dick in her face. Sabrina tried screaming but stopped when she saw the gun still in his hand.
"Suck my dick like you were sucking that damn dildo," he repeated
She just knelt there on the floor with his dick in her face, unable to move.
"Aww, you don't wanna suck no REAL dick?" he asked.
Of course, she didn't answer.
"A'ight, then," he said as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. He put the gun down on her nightstand and pulled her up by her arm. He said that if she screamed, he would kill her and Sabrina didn't doubt it. He then pushed her down on the bed and made her lay flat on her back with her legs spread.
Since her pussy was still wet from all the teasing she had done before, he was able to slide his dick inside her with ease. He lay on top of her, covering her mouth and stroking her pussy all at once. It was more like making love than rape.
Sabrina couldn't help but move her hips to his rhythm as she looked up at the camera.
The red light was still staring at them. Sabrina closed her eyes and tried to think how she would have explained this to the police.
Officer, an intruder broke into my house as I was filming myself masturbating. He raped me with my mask on, officer, she imagined herself saying. He would laugh in her face at that one.
Sabrina wrapped her arms around the "robber's" back and grinned from pleasure. His dick was going so deep she didn't know if she was going to be able to finish the act. Sabrina smiled between her moans as he started kissing her neck.
He was really putting on a show. Long, passionate strokes. Deeper, longer, and deeper again. Everything was going perfectly. Sabrina was getting raped as planned and she was getting it all on camera. Most of all, he was giving her the best dick ever and she was about to cum! There would be no need for a police report.
Sorry for the false alarm, officer.... I'm a Porn Star.
\*
Damn, this looks better than I thought, Sabrina thought to herself as she sat at her wooden desk. Her rapist slept in the bed with his ski mask on the floor. She watched the video that resembled a pornographic cable flick; only this time there was no faking and no covering up of intimate parts.
It was really her in the flesh. Every part of her flesh was exposed and able to be devoured by the eyes of strangers.
She dragged and dropped the scenes to edit the show. I bet nobody's movies look like this, Sabrina thought as she continued to edit the video.
Getting everything just right, she watched it one last time. He had twisted her legs up in the air in the closing scene, putting her in a full missionary position
Looking back at the bed she couldn't believe what took place right there in her room and with her camera. Picking up a fake gun and a mask for her rapist wasn't a big deal. She felt that her first video needed to be better than the other videos on the site. She needed something that would grasp viewers and make them buy the full show.
I'm going to upload this first scene when he comes in and then put the whole video in my archive for people to buy, she decided as she smiled at the computer screen. I'm really a porn star, her anxiousness made her giddy as she continued to edit the video.
Her robber was still sleeping and he didn't know about her film. She laughed at how she told him she wanted to role-play. He would do anything to taste her sweet nectar whenever she called.
Sabrina had a way of persuading him to do what she wanted. He came in the room just at the right time.
The show went smoother than she thought it would. Logging onto AmateurU, she read the rules one more time.
"Here I go. I am now officially a porn star," she whispered as she clicked the mouse to upload the video.
She let Paul, the robber, sleep as she took a shower. I'll wake him up after I take my shower and cook, she thought.
He wasn't her boyfriend, but more like a boy-toy. Taking care of a kid didn't leave much time for true boyfriends. Sabrina had tried the dating scene a few times, but she was picky about the men she let in Corey's life.
As she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she couldn't help but smile. She had gone through a few guys but none of them were worth being in Corey's life. I'm not JoAnn, she told herself. If this is what I must do so that me and Corey can live like we should, then so be it.
There was nothing more important to Sabrina than not being like JoAnn. Taking care of business and making sure she and Corey had a stable home solidified the differentiation between Sabrina and her mother.
In the shower, she turned the water to as hot as she could stand. What do I have to do today? she thought, making note of every little thing.
I gotta get Paul out of here before Corey comes home, do my homework, clean the house, wash clothes, and make sure Corey finishes his project.
As she washed off the soap and the sex from the night before, she heard a knock at the door. "Yeah," she said through the shower curtain and over the sound of falling water.
"Your phone's ringing," Paul said, peeking through the door and laying her cell phone down on the sink.
"Thanks, babe," she said, drying her hands and answering the phone. She knew it was her brother Corey before she said hello. "Yeah, Core, you ready to come home?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Hey, and yeah, I'm ready to come home."
"Ok, I'll be there in an hour," Sabrina said, about to hang up the phone.
"WAIT!" Corey's scream delayed her from hanging up.
"Yeah, Core? What's wrong?"
"Can we go find Momma?" he asked. He was mature but his voice hadn't hit puberty yet. Corey still sounded like a child.
Why do you wanna go see that bitch? Sabrina wanted to ask him. He must have sensed a "no" when she became silent.
"Pleaseeeeeeee?" Corey begged.
"We'll see, Corey. Let me go and I'll be there soon, ok?" Sabrina asked, rushing him off the phone. He was satisfied enough with her at least thinking about it.
"Ok. Love you," Corey said, trying to soften Sabrina's heart.
"Love you, too," Sabrina said before hanging up.
"Huhhhh," Sabrina breathed a sigh of frustration. Kids will drive you crazy, she thought to herself. Now how do I get rid of Paul?
She peeked out of the door and saw that Paul was sitting on the bed putting his shoes on. Good, he's leaving on his own, Sabrina thought as she continued to watch him from the bathroom door.
"You about to go, Paul?" she asked.
He looked up from tying his shoes with a sly smile. "Yeah, boo. I'm about to get out of here."
Sabrina emerged from the bathroom lightly damp with only a towel separating her from being completely naked. She walked seductively over to Paul and gave him a hug goodbye. He cupped her behind as they kissed.
"I really liked that role-play idea," he said as he nuzzled her neck. "I wanna do that again."
Sabrina smiled. "You know you're my most important prop," Sabrina said, giggling.
Paul laughed along but he obviously didn't know what she meant. She simply smiled and walked him to the door, giving him another kiss before he left the house.
The less he knows about my voyeurism the better, she thought to herself.
"Have you seen my momma, Ms. Bernadine?" Sabrina asked.
When she said, "no", Sabrina wasn't surprised. Ms. Bernadine was in a daze. Sabrina wasn't sure if she could even see her right now.
Ms. Bernadine, JoAnn's dope smoking buddy, was sitting on the porch of an abandoned house. She had on a t-shirt from a university that had smeared foreign objects all over it and her jeans were three sizes too big. Of course, her signature smile was missing a few teeth, but somehow Sabrina still recognized her.
Ms. Bernadine looked horrible and if Sabrina had any sorrow or feelings for her situation, she may have shed a tear. Unfortunately, Sabrina had become desensitized by the drug scene. For year's she had to endure multiple arrays of bullshit living with JoAnn.
Seeing crackheads, drug deals, and violence had become a part of Sabrina's life before she graduated from middle school. Sabrina refused to let it become a part of Corey's.
If it wasn't for Corey, I would have my ass at home chillin', Sabrina told herself. Sabrina honestly didn't care whether JoAnn lived or died, but a eight-year-old who hadn't experienced the rough parts of addiction still loved his mother. If "mother" was the proper name for JoAnn. Sabrina was sure the roles had reversed many years ago.
The entire scene on the street made Sabrina sick, but she felt for Corey. Neither Corey nor Sabrina had seen or heard from JoAnn in weeks. Corey wanted to know where she was.
Here I am, searching for her in a place I promised I would never return to, Sabrina said to herself as she scanned the street for the woman that gave birth to her. It wasn't enough that she had driven Momma damn near crazy with her mess, but I now had guardianship of my brother because of this shit, damn shame, Sabrina thought as she made her way back to the car. Thank God Momma took care of me because, otherwise, I don't know where I would be.
Sabrina wanted to leave Corey at home but her better judgment made her think otherwise. Don't want her to pop up while he's there alone. I know that if that happened, he would let her in and I would come home to a damn near empty house, Sabrina said to herself.
While Sabrina was walking up and down the street looking for JoAnn, Corey was locked in the car watching her. Sabrina continued to talk to Ms. Bernadine who was making little sense.
Eventually Ms. Bernadine lost focus, got up, and started walking off right in the middle of their conversation. Sabrina shrugged it off, as she was used to crack head behavior. Sabrina was walking back to the car and noticed that Corey wasn't looking at her, but in another direction.
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.
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.
\*
"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.
"Get him to give you something," the voice whispered to her.
JoAnn went to work. "I understand, but Momma needs help. I owe a man money. The man that did this to me," JoAnn said as she showed Corey her swollen knee and enlarged jaw. Corey's eyes grew big as he saw JoAnn's wounds.
"Do you got something you can give Momma so I can go take it to the pawn shop to get some money?" The words came out of JoAnn's mouth fast before Corey could think. JoAnn started shaking and scratching her arms. Corey's mind started turning, thinking of what he could give her.
What about my game? Corey thought. But Brina just bought it. She would be too mad if I gave it to Momma. Corey dismissed the idea and kept thinking.
"Momma, how much money do you need?" Corey asked her. Corey hoped she didn't say anything too high. He had a plan but it wasn't too much.
"Ahhh, baby, a nice amount. I need it or this man is gonna hurt me," JoAnn said, still peeking through the door and about to walk in. The addiction had made her bold. Whatever and whoever she had to take from was just a part of life now.
"Is a hundred dollars enough?" Corey asked. To him, a hundred dollars was a lot of money. To JoAnn, it was only a hit or two.
Corey hadn't seen her smile that big in a while.
"Yeah, baby, that's exactly how much Momma needs. You got that for Momma. I'll pay you back," JoAnn lied. It all had a nice sound to it.
"Momma, you can have it but only if I can come with you. I don't want that man hurting you," Corey said, staring at her clothes. JoAnn was so dirty, Corey wished he could let her in but if Brina found out, he would be on punishment.
"Ummmmm, yeah, you can come, baby."
"No, he's too little...Shit, he can go. NO!" JoAnn began to talk to herself aloud, usually something she left for times when she was alone. Now, she did it in front of Corey. He stepped back further into the doorway.
He knew she was arguing with someone, but it was just the two of them on the front porch.
JoAnn sensed she had scared him. "Awww, baby, I'm sorry. Yeah, you can come. You just gotta be quiet and do what I say, ok?"
"Ok, I'll be right back," Corey said, ducking back into the house to get the money.
The metal can was heavy with pennies, dimes, and quarters. He emptied all the change and dollars out of the old coffee can where he kept his money until the hundred dollar bill fell out. Benjamin Franklin stared back at him. Corey didn't want to part with it. Brina just gave it to me. I was going to buy a new game with it, but Momma needs it more he convinced himself.
Corey grabbed his jacket and wrote Brina a quick note saying he was going with Momma and he would be back later. She always told him to write her a note if he left, but she also said not to leave with JoAnn, so he decided to follow at least one of her orders.
He emerged back on the front porch and found JoAnn, still mumbling and pacing back and forth.
"Ok, Momma. Let's go," he said, cheerful about their outing. Corey felt almost like he was going on a school fieldtrip with his best friend.
I get to spend some time with Momma. Maybe after we pay this guy off, he will leave her alone and let her come home, Corey thought as he smiled and walked with her up the street.
He didn't know that drug dealers didn't sign permission slips.
He wanted to go so I let him. Anything for him to give me the money. JoAnn didn't care. He's old enough to get out of my way when I want him to, she thought to herself.
Damn, I wish I had a car to get to the spot quicker, JoAnn impatiently thought. Stealing a car was out of the question, Corey and her swollen leg would probably slow her down. Damn, I'm hurting. I need some bad.
"Make him pay for the bus," the voice chimed in. Damn, you right, JoAnn smiled, wanting to give the voice a high five for all the great ideas it had for her.
Corey agreed and they waited on the bus. Maybe it was just a few minutes, but it seemed like ten years to JoAnn. Corey was smiling like a Cheshire cat and talking her ear off.
"At school, I'm going to be in a play, Momma. Do you think you can come?" he asked, looking up at her, wide-eyed and happy.
"Yeah, yeah, baby. I'll come." That's really all JoAnn could say. She didn't want him to change his mind about the money.
JoAnn started coughing badly and almost threw up when the bus came. Of course the bus was crowded. She got herself together with a pep talk from the voice, so they still got on. JoAnn let Corey sit while she stood so he couldn't keep talking to her.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" JoAnn had to ask a few women that were staring at her. I may have been a little bruised but I could still suck dick better than these bitches, JoAnn said as she looked down at her tattered clothes. She needed to wash her pants but, either way, she didn't want people staring at her.
The bus kept inching along, letting people off and getting a new bunch on every few minutes. Finally, they made it to their stop and JoAnn grabbed Corey and started walking to their destination
She decided to go see Tony since she surely couldn't go see Chauncey after the stealing incident. She usually stuck with the same person to get her drugs, but desperate times often changed the strongest of plans.
JoAnn would turn a few tricks for Chauncey and get back on his good side but, for now, she was going to go see Tony.
Problem with Tony was he liked her to do too much."Suck my dick. Let me fuck you in the ass. Now, let him fuck you while you suck his dick." He would ask her to do all that for a twenty piece of rock.
Hell, he could at least give me a fifty, she thought to herself as they continued to walk. She made it a point not to go see Tony until she really needed some or if she actually had some cash. Right now, both of those fit her.
Corey grabbed for her hand when they made it on the street. JoAnn guessed he was scared. For the first time she looked around and noticed how bad things were.
There were people outside arguing and about to fight, some woman was taking a guy behind a house for quality time. Some guy was naked, and rambling on top of an old car.
The sad realization was that it was still daytime. He would be frightened to see the shit that goes on at night. JoAnn didn't see things for what they were anymore. When she was high, she didn't see anything.
They got to the house she wanted. Blue and falling apart, but it looked like heaven to her. JoAnn saw Tony's brown Cutlass outside and it looked like a shining luxury automobile.
Corey squeezed her hand tighter as they made it down the sidewalk to the house. "Momma," she heard him whisper.
"It's ok, Boo. Just gotta go pay this guy and we can go, ok?" JoAnn didn't know the truth anymore. To her, a lie was the truth. And that's what she told him.
He nodded, as they made their way past the man laid out in front of the door. They walked back to the kitchen and Tony was there, over top of the stove. Watching him mix up the dope made JoAnn's mouth water.
"Give me the money," she told Corey.
He did as he was told and dug into his jeans pocket and handed her the one hundred dollar bill. It's only one hundred dollars. I forgot I really needed two hundred.
"Go stand over there," she told him, pointing to what she guessed was the dining room. It was empty now, but JoAnn and the other crack heads usually shot up in there.
Tony turned around as Corey walked out of the room. He had his eyes fixed on him. JoAnn only hoped he didn't get mad and turn her away.
"Hey, Tony. What ya got for me, baby?" She said, hobbling over to him and rubbing his shoulder.
"Bitch, get yo hands off me. You don't touch me unless I tell you to," he spat his words at her.
"You got some money or you getting fucked?" he asked but it sounded more like a statement. He must have thought that JoAnn forgot the rules.
"Yeah, I got some money but I was hoping you could give me a little more. I got a C-note," she told him.
"Now, you know that ain't enough," he said, turning around and snatching the money out of her hand.
"I know, but I was wondering, umm... if we could work something out. Maybe we could go in the..."he cut her off before she could finish.
"Who is the boy?"
"That's my son. He won't be no trouble. We could go in the bathroom so he don't..."
"What you trying to get?"
"Two packs."
He stepped past her towards the dining room. He stopped and stared at Corey who was sitting on the floor, playing some small game player that he brought along for the ride.
He walked back over to JoAnn, "I'll give you the packs if you let me go upstairs with the boy for awhile."
"Go ahead." That was the voice. "He'll be alright. You was younger than him when BJ started touching you,"
JoAnn hadn't thought of her step-father, BJ, in years. Yeah your right, she thought.
JoAnn knew she should have said no, but she needed the packs. She looked down at her hands and they were starting to shake again. One pack wouldn't be enough.
"He'll be ok," the voice kept whispering.
JoAnn should have taken Corey and ran, but she needed to get this pain off of her. Tony must have heard the voice, too, because he took the packs out of his pocket and dangled them in front of her face.
"You gonna go easy on him?" she asked, snatching the packs out of his hand.
He nodded.
JoAnn walked right over to Corey in the dining room. She had to tell him something to get him to do it.
"Baby," She said to him as he stood up. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom. You go with Uncle Tony, ok. I'll be right back."
He glanced over her shoulder at Tony and shook his head.
"BOY, YOU DO WHAT I SAY, YOU HEAR ME!" JoAnn yelled at Corey.
"Leave him," the voice said.
She turned around and walked towards the bathroom, leaving Corey and Tony alone. JoAnn hadn't had her first love in a while. She usually smoked crack because it was cheaper, but this was what she craved.
She was in the bathroom, getting her needle out and ready, when she heard a noise and Tony talking in the other room, but now she didn't care. The needle felt like paradise going into her arm.
"You did good " the voice said. It was happy.
JoAnn was around his age when her stepdad started coming in her room.
Corey would be alright, she tried to convince herself.
Sabrina had knots in her stomach on the ride home from school. Nervous knots, the kind that had frequented the pit of her abdomen when something was wrong. She called the house to check on Corey, but her calls went unanswered. She dialed his cell phone and it went straight to voicemail. The engine in her car revved as she coasted to the house.
Maybe he went with Momma M, Sabrina thought as she called her grandmother's house.
"Momma, is Corey with you?" she asked before Momma Montgomery could fully say hello.
"No, I just got home. What's wrong?" Momma Montgomery asked, starting to feel the same knotted stomach affliction that Sabrina was suffering.
"I've been trying to call him but he's not answering. Something's wrong," Sabrina said as she weaved in and out of lanes. She nearly clipped the bumper of an SUV as she made it towards her street.
"I'm about to be home now. I'll call you back," Sabrina said, throwing the phone down on the passenger seat. She didn't hear Momma Montgomery tell her to calm down. Nor did she hear her say that he may be sleep. All of those excuses were irrelevant to her.
If Corey's not answering, then something is wrong. He knows better than to leave the house before I get home. Sabrina replayed the multiple times that she told Corey not to leave the house before she got home.
He had usually obliged and the few times that he hadn't, he was merely on the front porch reading a book and talking to some neighborhood kids, waiting for her to come home.
Screeching to a halt in front of the house, she threw the car into park and jumped out. An onlooker would have thought there was a fire by how fast she moved. She banged on the door at first and then let herself in with her key.
"COREY!" she screamed as soon as the door opened. "COREY!" she yelled louder as she made her way from the living room, to the kitchen and, finally, to Corey's bedroom.
His bedroom light was on and his television was off, but the most startling thing was his empty money can. All the change had been shaken and discarded onto the comforter of his bed. Sabrina quickly looked through the change and saw the hundred dollar bill she gave him was gone.
Maybe he walked around the corner to the video game store to buy that game that he wanted, she thought to herself.
Making her way back through the house, she continued to scream his name. "COREY, DON'T PLAY. WHERE ARE YOU?" she called frantically, thinking maybe he was hiding.
She looked under the kitchen table and in the hallway closet before she emerged back outside. Again, she screamed his name. Maybe he's just outside playing in someone's yard, Sabrina told herself.
"COREY MONTGOMERY," she yelled loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.
Sabrina had a few excuses and thoughts of where he could be, but nothing made sense. Her knotted stomach hadn't subsided; the knots had multiplied. The voice of her neighbor broke Sabrina's thoughts.
"Hey, Sabrina. You looking for Corey?" Sabrina looked up to see Harriet leaning over her fence.
"Yes, ma'am. Have you seen him?" Sabrina prayed as the words left her mouth that Harriet knew where he was.
"Yeah, he was walking up the street with this lady about twenty minutes ago," the words eased out of Harriet's mouth with no alarm.
"WHAT? With a lady? What lady?" Sabrina walked closer to the fence.
As Harriet spoke, her head spun in every direction looking to see if Corey would come waltzing back down the street.
"Yeah, she was a little bad looking. Like she hasn't seen a comb in a while, but he called her Momma, so I didn't want to get in y'all business." The words Harriet spoke flowed easily to Sabrina's ears and implanted a bomb on her brain.
Sabrina knew exactly who the woman was. "Dammit, Harriet. Your nosy ass didn't stop him? Jesus." Sabrina didn't wait for a response as she ran towards her car and grabbed her cell phone.
Harriet still leaned on her fence, digesting the insult that was just slung her way. What did I do wrong? she thought.
Sabrina grabbed her phone and dialed the number for emergency.
"911, what's your emergency?" the operator asked after a couple of rings.
"Yes, my brother, whom I have custody of, has been stolen by our mother. Please hurry," Sabrina said, feeling the tears on her face.
Harriet heard the exchange and didn't understand. "Sabrina, I'm sorry he called her Momma," Harriet said to defend her actions. "I thought everything was fine."
Sabrina's eyes darted to the middle-aged woman.
"IT'S NOT HIS MOTHER, SHE IS THE DAMN DEVIL!" Sabrina yelled as she slammed her fist on the roof of her car. She ran back in the house to find Corey's custody papers. The police will want to see them when they come.
When Sabrina stepped in the door, she noticed the note on the coffee table. She didn't see it before.
Hey, Brina. Went with Momma. Be back soon.
Corey
Sabrina's knees buckled when she read the note. She heard the police sirens in the distance as she hung up with the 911 operator. She pressed another number on the cell phone to call Momma Montgomery.
"Momma, she came and took him," were the only words that flowed from Sabrina's lips. In a daze, Sabrina sat on the living room floor and cried.
I'm gonna kill that bitch, Sabrina said to herself as she had said many times before when JoAnn had done something despicable and wrong. Only this time, she meant it.
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"UGHH SHIT" he yelled as he fell to the ground. He had his member hanging out from his boxers and wanted Corey to touch it.
All Corey could think about was how Brina told him to kick and run.
"You little motherfucka," he continued to yell as he rolled around on the floor.
"If someone bothers you and tries to hurt you, I want you to kick them and run," Corey remembered Sabrina telling him. He had already kicked him and now Corey was running. He ran to the front of the house and started to look for his Mother.
She said she was going to the bathroom, Corey thought as he went to find her. He opened the door to the bathroom and found her sleeping on the toilet. He thought she was sleep untill he got closer and saw the needle in her arm."Momma. Momma..." he said, shaking her.
"Naw, gotta go shake...when they..." she was mumbling, not making any sense. He tried to grab her but she pushed him away.
Corey couldn't understand why she got so mad and wanted him to stay with that man, but now it all made sense. He tried again to grab her so they could go, but she yelled at him.
"Let goo..." she slurred and said other words that he couldn't understand.
Corey had never seen her actually getting high. This is what Brina meant. Before this, the closest he came to drugs was watching it on tv, but now he saw it in the flesh.
Corey heard the man in the other room still yelling for him. From the bathroom to the hallway Corey ran, he saw the man struggling to his feet.
"Little bastard, I'm gonna KILL YOU!"
Glancing back in the bathroom at JoAnn he knew one thing. She was just trying to use me like Brina told me before, Corey thought to himself. She was right that she didn't care about us. She just let me come with her so she could get high. Man, I wish I was older and bigger. I would beat that man up.
Tony was limping down the hallway when Corey made it to the front door. His pants were still on the floor like they were in the living room. They had talked about people like him at school.
Ms. Trent called them molesters. He wasn't gonna do that to me. Corey opened the door and sprinted from the house. There were some people outside and a man was still passed out on the porch, but it didn't matter. He jumped over the man sleeping on the steps and ran past the people on the sidewalk.
He ran the same way that he and JoAnn had come. I hope I'm goin' the right way, he said searching for familiar landmarks through the now darkened streets.
"Come here, kid... Wanna play?" one woman said as Corey ran past her. She was rail thin with a short skirt that revealed her profession. He didn't stop, he just ran.
Why did everyone want to hurt me? Corey wondered. How was I gonna get home? I should have listened and never answered the door. Brina told me not to answer the door when she wasn't home.
Corey knew he had to call Brina to come and get him, but he left his cell phone at home. There was a busy street up ahead. I need to get there and find a phone or get on the bus.
As he got closer to the main street, he saw the bus rolling by. YES, he thought. Increasing his speed, he tried to catch his chariot out of hell. Looking back for a brief moment he turned to make sure no one was chasing behind him.
Without paying full attention he jumped off the sidewalk and ran across the street. Hearing the blaring horn and the screeching car brakes forced him to turn his head. The headlights were right in his face. Corey hadn't seen it before he tried to cross the street.
"Look both ways when crossing the street," Corey remembered Brina saying like she was standing right beside him.
I just wanted to go home. The lights from the car felt like fire on his face. In the middle of the street Corey closed his eyes and waited for the car to hit him.
Brandon sensed Corey was going to make a move towards the street. He had begun slowing down when Corey dashed in front of his car. The car bumper was close enough to kiss Corey on the cheek, but it didn't hit him. Throwing the car in park, Brandon jumped out.
"ARE YOU OK? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WIT YOU, JUMPING IN THE STREET LIKE THAT?" Brandon screamed.
Corey shook uncontrollably, as he stood transfixed inches in front of Brandon's bumper. . I shouldn't have yelled but , damn, I could have hit him.
"Hey, you ok?" Brandon asked, kneeling down on one knee so they were eye-level.
The questions sprouted through Brandon's mind. What the hell was he doing out this late anyway?
"Hey, man, are you ok?" He repeated, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. Corey jumped when Brandon's hand touched his shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey...I'm not gonna hurt you little dude. What's going on? Why are you out here so late?" Brandon asked, trying to calm Corey down.
Corey's head whipped frantically from the crack house to the main street he was running towards. Brandon looked up towards the main road as well. He soon figured out why Corey was running. He was trying to catch the bus that just flew by.
Corey looked at the bus speeding by and then looked back at Brandon. Instantly, he started crying."I..I..I just wanna go home. I was...trying to get the bus," he said, covering his face with his shirt.
"Awww, man, come on. Don't cry. I can take you home. Do you know your address?" Brandon asked him, standing up and looking around. He still couldn't believe the boy was out here walking around by himself.
"4922 Crawford Street," he said, sniffling and wiping his face.
"Aww, man, that's not too far. Come on. Jump in," Brandon said.
Corey hesitated. He looked at Brandon and then looked back down the street in the direction he had run from. He didn't look long before he got open the passenger side door and got in.
Don't wanna force him to come with me, Brandon thought to himself. Hell, I am a stranger and isn't that the rule; not to get in the car with strangers?
Brandon put the address in his GPS as he eased the car up towards the busy main street. He looks like a good kid, Brandon thought as he glanced at his passenger. Nice hair cut and decent clothes let Brandon know Corey was being taken care of. But why is he out here? Brandon wondered. This is where the crack heads and prostitutes hung out.
"Make a Left on Hawthorne Street," the voice of the GPS filled the car. Brandon did what she told him.
Neither of them spoke. Instead, they sat quietly with the radio off and followed the GPS directions. Corey stared down at his hands and didn't say a word.
"You wanna call your mom or somebody?" Brandon finally asked.
Corey's head turned so fast Brandon thought he would get whip lash. With an angry look on his face, he said, "My momma don't care about me."
"Well, where am I taking you? Do you live with your mom? I know somebody wants to know where you are. Your dad, maybe?"
Corey shook his head.
"Merge onto I-45 WEST." The GPS gave more directions.
"I live with my sister, Sabrina," he said, turning his head to look out the window.
"Do you wanna call her? You can use my cell phone."
"No," he said, not turning his head from the window.
"In 200 Feet, merge right at the Rooter Avenue East Exit 209." Damn, I guess it is closer than I thought. I knew it wasn't far, Brandon admitted to himself as he exited the highway.
He kept trying to make small talk with Corey until they reached his destination. In the small talk from the highway Brandon was only able to learn Corey's name and age, he didn't say much else.
"Make a right at Crawford Street. Your destination will be on the right." When Brandon turned on the street, he saw a group of people and police cars outside a house. Instantly, he knew that must be where Corey lived.
"Is that your house?" Brandon asked him. Corey nodded yes.
Brandon pulled up and parked behind the police cars. Brandon noticed a woman , crying and talking to the police.
When she saw Corey, she stopped and ran to him. That must be the sister he was talking about.
"What did she do to you? Are you ok? Did you eat?" A million questions flew out of her mouth before he could answer one.
Corey squeezed Sabrina tight and started crying into her shoulder. Damn. I wonder what really happened to him, but before Brandon could say a word to her to try and explain, an officer came over.
Brandon explained to the officer that he almost hit Corey. "The boy looked out of place, so I brought him home." Brandon explained.
"Well, you did a good thing, sir. Apparently, he has a drug-addicted mother and he left a note saying he was going with her ."
Ahhhh, so that's why he was over there. He must have seen some shit and left, Brandon realized. That's why he was running like that.
While Brandon talked to the cop, the crowd seemed to drift away. He saw Corey and his sister, walk into the house. He was about to leave and maybe come back another time, but Brandon saw her emerge from the house and come towards him.
He was so taken by her beauty that he became nervous. Walking over to him couldn't have taken more than a second or two, but Brandon would swear it seemed like a lifetime.
"I can't thank you enough for saving my brother and bringing him home," Sabrina said. Brandon didn't know how to respond. She has the voice of an angel. I have to calm down, Brandon thought to himself.
"He was running and jumped in the street. I almost hit him. I had to bring him home.
He seemed scared of something." Sabrina took a deep breath and began to explain their mother and how Corey didn't understand her problem.
"Something happened today while she was with him. I can just feel it. I'm gonna kill that bitch if she hurt him," she said. Brandon saw fire in her eyes. Even though Sabrina was mad about this serious moment, he couldn't help but get aroused listening to her. "I'm sorry I'm being rude, I haven't even asked you your name."
"Brandon Phillips. And you're, Sabrina, right?"
"Yep, Sabrina Montgomery. Look, I want to give you something for gas and your time," she said. Brandon was blown away when Sabrina pulled out a one hundred dollar bill.
Brandon didn't need it and refused, but the offer turned him on more than her beauty. I haven't seen a beautiful, responsible woman that had money in...well... I don't think I've ever met one.
"Naw, I can't accept that, but what you could do is let me help you and Corey out. I'm a volunteer for a mentoring program and maybe me and Corey could get together some time and talk and do some things," Brandon offered as he went into his pocket and got a card from his wallet.
Sabrina accepted his card and looked at it for a moment. To Brandon's surprised she even reached and gave him a hug.
Damn she smells like fresh fruit and roses. Brandon wanted to embrace forever.
They talked for a little while longer until she said she had to go and get Corey situated.
"Please call me so I can set up a time to come get Corey," Brandon told her as he walked her to her door. She smiled, thanked him again, and disappeared inside the house.
Walking back to his car he was still in disbelief. This had to have been the craziest night ever. I almost killed a child and found my soul-mate in the same night.
She was perfect and he couldn't believe it.
Love at first site, Brandon thought. Me, Brandon. I'm a player, I guess. I just never cared that much. Getting into his Camaro Brandon sat and thought for a brief moment.
I have just met my wife. Sabrina Montgomery looks like she could be Sabrina Phillips.
Sabrina walked through the house at least a dozen times, checking windows and doors. She peeked in on Corey several times and, luckily, he was now sleeping. Damn, I can't believe this shit happened. She contemplated where and what she had done wrong.
He shouldn't have been home alone. He's not old enough, Sabrina thought it over. The police didn't blame her for it, but she knew if things had gone wrong she would have been in handcuffs.
Sabrina was able to lay down but sleep wouldn't come for a while, if at all that night. She had to figure this out before the morning and she had not the slightest answer.
What am I going to do with Corey while I'm at school? Sabrina kept thinking.
Every answer equaled another bill for Sabrina. After-school programs cost money, babysitters cost money, and Corey at home would cost her freedom if she didn't figure out a place for him to go.
Which brought her to a different question, "How can I make more money?" That was a little simpler. Sabrina pulled back her computer chair and sat down. She went instantly to AmateurU.com and checked her purchases for the day.
Logging in, she saw there were hundreds of messages from eager fans on her private page, but most of all she saw her coin count. Coins were the exchange rate on the website. She quickly converted the coin amount to cash and she smiled her first true smile since Corey came home.
She had almost twelve hundred dollars from her video download sales. Great, but my second tuition payment is going to eat that alive. Sabrina began to make a tally of every bill she had and ones that would be coming in the next few weeks. She was happy for the money, but she realistically needed ten times that amount.
"Well, let me get to work," she said to no one but herself.
The sky was the limit on AmatuerU. There were millions of people on the site every day that spent hundreds of dollars on porn videos. If only she could get some of those millions. Her hands began moving and clanking the keys. This was Sabrina's second job. After Corey went to sleep, she stayed up deep into the night until early morning.
Answering each e-mail and comment was hard work. She even did mini-live shows. Sabrina thought back to nights when she first started out and she didn't go to sleep. This night, in particular, felt like one of those nights. She read message after message and tried to think of anything she could do to get more viewers.
Maybe I could fuck a girl, Sabrina thought, but quickly dismissed that. She wanted money, but women were off limits. What if I get a new guy? Paul is getting boring, she admitted to herself.
The viewers seemed to be tired of him, too. Sabrina had dismissed him a week ago for getting too clingy. Thinking about their last discussion made her shudder.
"But I want you to be my woman." Sabrina thought back on what he said and felt like throwing up.
"Paul, I'm not really interested in you like that. Plus, my hands are full with Corey and school," Sabrina told him, trying to give him an excuse that made sense. Truthfully, she could have taken on a boyfriend. She actually wanted one, but no one seemed to be man enough to take the job.
Paul had a huge dick, but what he lacked was ambition. He could fuck her till she grabbed the sheets, but it took more than that to grasp her heart.
That was something Paul couldn't understand. After hearing Sabrina's excuse he quickly hung up on her.
"Hmmm, oh well," she said to herself, remembering that night. Now, it was on to the next challenge. Who would take his place?
Sabrina went through her mental rolodex and tried to figure out who she could get that would be exciting and sexy. She kept reading on, trying to find out what her fans wanted and that's when she had an idea.
An orgy was mentioned in one of the comments, but she thought of something better. "What about Tye and Tim?" she asked herself. The twin brothers had persuaded her a while back to have her first threesome.
A smirk creased her face. She knew there was no other way to find out but to call and ask. She found her phone on the corner of the desk and located Tim's number.
"Wow. Ms. Montgomery, what do I owe the pleasure?" Tim was the sweet talker and pussy sucker of the two.
"Hi, Tim, baby. Missed you," Sabrina half-lied. His mouth was unforgettable and who wouldn't miss that?
"Mmmm, missed you, too, boo," Tim said half-lying to himself.
"Well, I wanna see you and Tye, if either of you don't mind." Sabrina heard the smile in his voice as he agreed.
"This time, I wanna try something a little different. I was new and scared last time, but this time I wanna go all out," Sabrina said, speaking seductively into the phone.
"Oh yeah. Damn, you sure you don't wanna get this going tonight?" Tim asked, calling her bluff.
Sabrina giggled as she slid her hand down her panties. "I would love to but I can't. What about tomorrow?" Sabrina asked.
"Shit, I'm free whenever. I just gotta ask Tye..." Tim was interrupted by Sabrina's moans. He listened at first, not sure what was happening.
"Damn, baby. You playing with it?" Tim asked as he felt his dick getting hard.
Sabrina continued to moan, not answering his question. Her wetness was dripping from her pussy. She sunk her fingers in as she placed her phone close enough for Tim to hear. She held the phone there as she worked her fingers in and out, still moaning from the pleasure. She pulled the phone back up to her ear and listened to his moans.
"Tim," she whispered. "I want you and Tye over here tomorrow. No excuses. I'm not holding back this time."
"Mmmmmm. Ok, baby. I'm not holding back either," Tim said, stuttering from his rising orgasm.
"I'd rather you show me. I'll see you tomorrow," Sabrina said as she started to moan again. This time, she didn't let him hear the work of her fingers. Instead, she quickly hung up the phone and left him to his hard erection and working hand.
She chuckled to herself as she grabbed the hand sanitizer from her desk and wiped her hands with a tissue. Sabrina knew she would have to do something to solidify the deal.
Now he is excited and going to tell Tye all about it, she chuckled to herself as her finger nails clanked the keyboard. Tim had fallen for a trick that Sabrina had mastered years ago.
When she was a teenager and she had phone sex with her boyfriend, she used to let him hear her wetness when she was about to cum. It got him to do what she wanted every time. Tim was no exception.
Gotta do what I gotta do, Sabrina thought, still smiling and giving herself an imaginary pat on the back.
She navigated through Corey's school website until she found the after-school program page. Hitting a few buttons, she started filling out the online application for Corey to begin the program.
Hitting submit on the application Sabrina got up and walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She took her clothes off and stepped into beating water of the shower, letting the water wash over her body and dampening her hair. The water cascading down her body for a moment, she got down to the real reason for her shower.
Taking the shower head down from its holder like she had done a million times before, she adjusted the massaging shower head to her clit's favorite setting. Propping her leg on the side of the shower, Sabrina lowered the shower head down to her throbbing pussy.
I hope these new videos bring more money, Sabrina thought as she closed her eyes and leaned her back on the shower wall.
As she leaned back she put her makeshift toy directly on her lower lips. The water parted them and massaged her clit.
Her body began to heat up from her toes to the tips of her fingers as her clit began to swell from the miraculous beating of the shower head.
She imagined it was Tim's tongue instead of a shower massager. She thought about how Tim and Tye had pleasured her and given her multiple orgasms the last time they were together.
As the massager brought Sabrina closer and closer to an orgasm, a slick smirk graced her face as she thought about the money the threesome video would bring.
The thought of money and the sales from her new idea lowered the flood gates of her orgasm. She moaned and squeezed the shower head as her legs began to shake. She slid to the floor of the shower, shaking as the water washed over her.
With money on her mind and a shower massager in her hand, she lay on the shower floor crying as her pussy gushed with cum.
Today his class was in the school library. Corey loved going there and seeing the books piled high on the shelves. Most of all, he liked that he could get away from everyone and go read. That's exactly what he intended to do.
He picked a table that was the furthest away from everyone. With a book in hand he sat down and started reading. Today his book of choice was a story about a boy who could fly. I wish I could fly away from everyone.
He closed his eyes and saw himself flying though the sky. He flew over his Momma and the guy that tried to hurt him. As he was going higher in the sky, he felt something hit him in the side.
Corey's chair fell over and he, his backpack, and his book fell to the floor. When he opened his eyes, he saw the man standing over him.
"What you doin' over here, faggot?" he asked as he looked around to see if anyone could see what was about to happen.
When he didn't see anyone watching, he knelt down in Corey's face. "Give me the money that you owe me, faggot."
Corey couldn't believe he had found him here at school. He had on the same clothes from the house. There is no way he is going to keep doing this to me and my momma, Corey thought.
Corey looked around the floor for something to help him and that's when he saw it. He grabbed his social studies book that had fallen with him to the floor. It was probably the heaviest book Corey had. It had big, blue binding and hundreds of pages. Just right for what he needed. Corey took the book and slapped him in the head with it.
The man fell back, stunned from Corey hitting him and probably even more stunned that he was finally fighting back. Corey jumped up from the floor like a superhero and kept hitting him with the book.
He kept hitting the man until Ms. Sonderburg came and grabbed him. That's when Corey finally saw it was Tommy and not the man that tried to hurt him. Corey dropped his social studies book.
The blue cover was now red with Tommy's blood and Tommy was now rolling around on the ground holding his nose.
"COREY, GO STRAIGHT TO THE PRINCIPAL'SOFFICE!"Ms.Sonderburg screamed as she came over and knelt down to help the beaten boy.
"But, but... but, he started it. He hit me and... knocked me out of my chair and he's always..."
She pointed and yelled again for Corey to go before he was able to finish. He kicked the social studies book and ran to the principal's office.
Through the tan halls and the green tiled floor, Corey ran all the way to the office. When he made it, the secretary looked up at him and her eyes grew wide. When he looked down, he saw that there was blood on his grey shirt.
By the defiant stare on his face and his gasps for breath, she knew he had been in a fight. She pointed to a seat and picked up her phone. Corey guessed it was to call the principal, Mr. Howard, and tell him that Corey was waiting.
Sitting down in one of the four chairs waiting for his punishment, he knew that this meant at least a detention if not a suspension. For once, he didn't care. It wasn't the man at the house that tried to hurt him, but Tommy had been hurting him for a while, taking his money and hitting him when Ms. Sonderburg turned her head.
Corey grew tired of being pushed around. He sat there, waiting for whatever they wanted to do with him.
He guessed they would call Brina, but he didn't care. He was tired of people trying to hurt him.
He wasn't there long before Ms. Sonderburg entered the office. Her intense glare fell on Corey for a brief moment as she walked towards the principal's door, knocked, and went in.
They weren't inside long before Mr. Howard opened his wooden door and told Corey to come in.
They sat down and the first thing Ms. Sonderburg asked was what had come over him."Corey, what is wrong with you? You haven't been yourself lately. Is something wrong?" she asked.
Maybe I wasn't myself, Corey thought. I had changed, The old me and letting people hurt me was over.
"I think this is the new me, Ms. Sonderburg. I'm tired of being bullied," Corey said, crossing his arms.
They kept talking but Corey stared out the window. He saw Tommy being walked across the schoolyard by some woman. That must have been his mom. Corey saw her help him into the car and run around and jump in the small, green car herself. Corey guessed he was going to the doctor. I hope I broke Tommy's face.
"Corey, we are going to call your sister. You probably broke Tommy's nose. We may have to suspend you."
Corey's ears perked up when he heard him say that, but it still didn't matter. He shrugged his shoulders and kept looking out the window.
He was done with being hurt. No one is gonna bother me again or they will be sorry, Corey vowed and he meant every word.
\*
Sabrina dropped Corey off at Momma Montgomery's house. She usually would go in and say hi before leaving, but this time she was too mad for that, she had some business to attend to. She honked the horn as she sped off on a mission to Hawthorne Avenue. She remembered Brandon saying he found Corey there and that's where she needed to go.
After getting a call from the school about Corey being in a fight she knew there must really be something wrong. After a long talk with Corey she finally got the truth. I never thought it would be this, Sabrina said as she drove well over the speed limit. Her mind replayed what Corey told her and it only fueled her fire of anger.
The sun was setting and, sure enough, the crack heads were making their move on Hawthorne street. Like roaches, they were moving around from house to house and car to car for their fix. Sabrina wanted to find one roach in particular. Actually, she wanted two roaches; her mother and her friend. Sabrina was going to use the gun like a raid can and kill them both.
Nobody would give a damn about two dead bodies over here, she thought. Dead bodies were like deer on the side of a highway on this part of town. Cars passed them and paid them no mind.
At the end of the block, Sabrina parked and slouched down in her car hiding from snooping eyes. From her position in the car she scanned faces, looking for JoAnn. It wasn't long before she appeared, walking with some man flirtatiously rubbing his arm. Sabrina grabbed her gun from her purse. She hadn't had to use it, until now.
Time to show and prove. Getting out of the car, Sabrina pulled the gun down to her side. Deep breath. Now or never, she thought.
"HEY, JOANN," Sabrina screamed as she got closer to JoAnn and her date. Turning around JoAnn smiled and tried to hugged her daughter. Little did JoAnn know that today Sabrina was no longer her daughter, she was more of an executioner. Sabrina grabbed JoAnn's arm and yanked her away from her friend and walked her back toward the car.
"Hey, baby girl. What you doing here? I'm glad you here. You think I can get, ahhh, borrow twenty bucks," JoAnn asked as she was, wiping her nose. She was oblivious to what was about to happen.
The guy she was with disappeared. He better find another hoe tonight. "What the fuck happened with Corey?" Sabrina asked her, still holding her arm and walking towards the car.
"What you mean? He---he, was here wit me the other day. We had a cool time and then he went home. Wh---What you mean?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.
Sabrina couldn't take the lies anymore. Her anger took over. Swinging JoAnn around, Sabrina hit JoAnn in the forehead with the butt end of the gun.
"FUCK! YOU HIT ME," she said, covering her face. JoAnn almost went to charge and hit Sabrina back when Sabrina put the gun in her face. "BITCH, GET BACK," Sabrina growled, pushing JoAnn to the ground with her left hand.
Now, she was crouched on the ground with her hands clasped together praying for mercy. "Pleaseeee don't shoot me, baby girl," JoAnn begged.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know somebody tried to rape your son while you were getting high, bitch?" Sabrina said to her but she didn't know why she asked. Sabrina knew JoAnn didn't know. When she was getting high, no one and nothing mattered.
Sabrina looked around and saw the roaches from the neighborhood were crowding around. She fired a shot into the air. "YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK BACK!" She screamed to them. They scattered once again, leaving her and JoAnn alone.
"Baby girl, I didn't know that. I didn't know that's what he was gonna do. Is he ok?" That made Sabrina laugh.
"Bitch, you don't care. I should kill yo ass right now," Sabrina said, pointing the gun in JoAnn's face.
Sabrina couldn't believe she was about to kill her mother. There were a lot of bad times between them, but there were a few good times as well. Very few, but there were some memories that she had when JoAnn wasn't high.
"Please don't shoot me, baby girl," JoAnn pleaded from the ground.
Sabrina couldn't shoot her. She would have to bury her dumb ass and she didn't want to waste the money. Plus, the effect it would have on Corey would change his life forever. Small fights at school would be the least of her worries.
Sabrina looked around on the dark street and she knew the local crackheads wouldn't tell the police who killed JoAnn, if they even knew her real name. But what if I did go to jail? Sabrina wondered. I would be mad as fuck if I spent the rest of my life in prison over her.
Sabrina decided to merely let her ass off with a warning. She felt like a cop letting a speeder go. "BITCH, IF I EVER SEE YOU AROUND MY BROTHER OR MY HOUSE OR EVEN MY MOMMA'S HOUSE, IT WILL BE THE LAST FUCKING THING YOU SEE. DO YOU HEAR ME?" Sabrina screamed at her.
JoAnn nodded, "Yes, yes, baby girl. I hear you," she said, still kneeling in the prayer position. Sabrina lowered the gun and put it on safety. "Get off these motherfucking drugs, JoAnn," Sabrina said to her as she walked to her car.
Sabrina got in and took off down the street, leaving only tire marks and the smell of burnt rubber behind. The people in the street ran and got out of her way as she raced past the crack-houses. She made a few quick turns and merged with traffic like nothing happened. She was ok until she was finally stopped at an intersection. That's when she had time to think about it all.
I almost killed my mother, Sabrina was overcome with emotion, that's when the tears began. She cried so hard that when the light turned green, she had to pull over. She parked, hunched over the steering wheel, bawling uncontrollably.
I have to call someone to come get me. I can't drive like this.
None of the names that came to her mind were good ideas of people that could rescue her. Momma Montgomery was with Corey and she didn't feel like explaining herself to her friends. She was feeling around her purse for her cell phone when she found his card.
Brandon Phillips
Senior Marketing Advisor
This is crazy, she thought but Sabrina found her phone and dialed his number. He said call him if she needed anything. Right now, Sabrina needed help more than she ever had before.
At first, Brandon wasn't sure who he was talking to. It was a female voice and she was crying and screaming. Brandon almost hung up until he heard her say Corey. Putting two and two together, he figured out quickly who it was.
"Sabrina, wh---what happened?" he tried to ask, but she didn't hear him over her crying and yelling.
"COME AND GET ME, PLEASE." He understood that.
"Where are you?"
She gave Brandon the directions and he flew there as if he were a pilot flying a jet. He found her parkednon Tyrenne Street, crying, and frantic. He jumped in on the passenger side and listened.
He listened to every word that came from her lips. She told him how Corey got into a fight at school.
"He beat up some boy and might get expelled." She said still crying. After talking to him she found out what really happened the day he disappeared with JoAnn.
"He said that BITCH told him to stay with some man while she went to the bathroom. When she left, the man pulled down his pants and asked Corey to touch his MOTHAFUCIN' DICK! Corey kicks the man to get away and goes to find her. This BITCH is in the bathroom, getting high. Passed the fuck out with a needle in her arm." Sabrina rattled off all the information without taking a single breath.
"Sounds like some shit my dad used to do," Brandon told her. That stopped her tears. Brandon went from listening to talking. He had never told any woman about his Dad and their relationship and, until now, he hadn't thought anyone would understand.
"My dad overdosed on coke about five years ago. He had done a lot of the same shit your mom is doing. One time, I was with him and he told me to go play. Now that I think back, we were at a crack-house and there was shit everywhere. Glass, pipes, trash, and needles all over the floor. Well, I'm a kid I don't give a fuck about that. I started playing, fell, and a nail from the raggedy-ass floor went through my knee."
She put her hand over her mouth in shock.
"I had to scream and crawl to where he was because he had passed out. He was so drugged up, it took forever for him to realize what was going on and take me to a hospital. I was bleeding everywhere. My momma was pissed when she found out."
"I'm so sorry to hear that," she said, now calming down and wiping her face.
"Yeah, he's gone now and, as crazy as it may seem, I'm kind of glad. I was tired of all the crazy shit. When he disappeared for weeks, I would worry if he was dead only to have him pop up and steal money from me."
"I almost killed her tonight," Sabrina admitted. "I dropped Corey off with our Grandmother and went over there to kill her."
Damn, she wasn't playing, Brandon thought, looking in her eyes. He saw nothing but rage and sadness. He wanted to make her feel better, to take away all her pain.
"I did hit her with the gun, but I couldn't kill her," she said and started crying again.
"Naw, we done wit the crying, Sabrina. Let me tell you about my day," Brandon said, trying to change the mood.
"I left work, ready to go home, and saw that my car wasn't there. I call the police, the garage security is looking through the camera footage, and, meanwhile, I'm frantic. Someone had to have stolen it, right? I'm on the phone with my insurance company and one of my co-workers comes up to me and says, 'Hey man, I think I just saw your car on the second level.'"
"Damn. What did they do, steal it and couldn't get out?" Sabrina asked, wiping her tear-streaked face.
"Naw, I forgot that I parked on the second level because someone was in my parking space on the third level when I came in this morning."
The car filled with her laughter. Sabrina laughed so loud that his ears started ringing. At least she was laughing instead of crying, Brandon thought.
"A'ight, dang. It's not that funny," Brandon said, chuckling himself. "I had to explain the whole thing to the cops. Luckily, they hadn't had time to start doing any real searching."
"I would have been too embarrassed," she said as she reached towards his legs. Brandon's heart stopped. He thought she was about to grab his dick. He felt the swelling in his pants immediately.
"Excuse me," she said as her arm kept moving past his legs and went to the glove compartment and opened it, grabbing some napkins. Closing it, she dropped a few of them between Brandon's legs. She had to reach over him, even more, and her head was damn near in his lap.
He thought his swelling dick was going to burst out of his pants and poke her in the head.
Damn she turned me on, he thought. Sabrina must have felt the tension as well. She looked up at him and smiled. He was just about to go for the gold and kiss her when they heard a knock on the passenger's side window.
They both looked up and, at first, he didn't recognize the woman. After all, it was dark and the hardness in his pants just wanted her to go away.
"Brandon," he heard her say as she put her hand on her waist. Out of all places and all times, this bitch had to show up here.
"Who is that?" Sabrina asked Brandon.
Brandon looked at her and saw her brown eyes, red from crying. I don't want to start off our relationship, or whatever we have, with lies.
Brandon shifted in the passenger seat and blurted it out. "That's my baby's momma."
\*
Sabrina wasn't sure who the chick was, but she definitely had an attitude. Sabrina watched her arms flailing and her neck popping as the woman and Brandon talked.
She was a "ghetto bird," as Sabrina liked to call them. Her hair was four different colors and she had bright, green finger nails that she was waving in Brandon's face.
The girl looked around thirty-five and Sabrina saw two kids waiting for her to finish her tirade. What a shame, she thought as she watched the scene.
Me and Brandon weren't doing anything, but he is fine, Sabrina thought. He had this thing about him. When Brandon dropped Corey off, Sabrina was too mad to pay attention to his looks. Now, as he stood outside the car and talked to this girl, Sabrina couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.
His hair was cut low and, even under his jacket, she could tell he had a muscular build. He looked a little upset as he talked to the girl and glanced back and forth at Sabrina to see if she was watching. Maybe it would be a good idea if I called Corey to tell him I'm on my way. He is cute, but baby-momma drama is not my thing.
Sabrina took her eyes off the scene on the sidewalk and picked up her cell phone and called Corey.
"Hello," Corey answered on the second ring.
"Hey, C. You ready to come home?"
"Naw, Momma M said I could spend the night. She said can you pick me up in the morning," His voice sounded lighter and more cheerful. It was contagious and made Sabrina smile through the phone.
"Ahhh, ok. What y'all doing over there?"
"Corey, look what's happening," Sabrina heard Momma M say from the background.
"Gotta go, Brina. The bad guy is about to get beat up. Love you, and see you in the morning," he said, hanging up without any response.
Sabrina looked at the phone in amazement. Am I in a dream or something? she wondered. If I am, I don't want to wake up. Corey seemed happy and he and Momma Montgomery were spending time together. For him to be happy was truly music to Sabrina's soul.
"Wh-what, what's wrong? Why you staring at the phone?" Brandon asked as he jumped back into the passenger seat.
"Just talked to Corey and he's having a good time over there," Sabrina saw the girl was walking away. "What happened with your BM?" Sabrina asked as she found her purse and put her phone inside it. BM being short for Baby Momma. I really do hate that word, Sabrina thought as she listened.
"That, well, she isn't my baby's momma. I really don't have any kids, but she tried to say I was the father of one of her children."
"So, it wasn't yours?" Sabrina asked, but she knew the man always said the child wasn't his.
"Nope, it wasn't. I told her I wanted a DNA test and she took forever to go and get it. Told me she already knew he was mine.
Eventually, the truth came out and I told myself I would never get in that situation again. That's why I call her my baby's momma. Just a reminder to myself, I guess," he said, shrugging and looking aimlessly out the window.
"Wow, as crazy as that sounds, I can respect that. I'm surprised she even felt bold enough to knock on the window and get your attention." His face turned to a frown when Sabrina said that.
"Yeah, you would think that she would fall into a hole and die after that but, every time she sees me, she tries to cause a scene. I told her this time that if she can't control herself when she sees me, I'm going to get a restraining order on her. That's why she walked away so fast."
Damn, I didn't know women really acted like this, Sabrina thought. I guess since my friends aren't like that " I thought, just maybe, that those women were only in the movies." She said aloud.
"But anyway, back to what we were saying. Ummm, what were we saying?" He asked.
Sabrina wasn't sure herself, but she told Brandon she needed to get home. All that screaming and crying had left her exhausted
"Ok. I'll follow you to the crib and make sure you get there ok. Unless you think you're not ok to drive?" he asked.
"Naw, I'm good. You sure you feel like following me?"
"Of course. I wanna make sure you make it home ok. I've gotta go over that way anyway," he said as he opened the door to get out. He looked at Sabrina with such passion as he got out of the car. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't.
"I'm right behind you," was his response before closing the door as he went to his vehicle.
Damn, I always do this, Sabrina thought. Fall for a dude entirely too soon. What if he doesn't like me and was just being nice? Sabrina watched him walk across the street and get into his car, a brand-new, all black Camaro.
Ughhh, that made it even worse. She thought as she turned her car on and merged into traffic as he pulled out and got behind her.
She wasn't sure why, but her pussy always got wet for nice cars and fine men. She took one hand off the steering wheel. It was time for some relaxation. She looked around at the other cars to see who was watching her. Luckily, it was dark and no one was paying her any attention. Sabrina slide her hand down her sweatpants to touch her throbbing wetness.
At times like this, she couldn't help but play with her pussy. Weaving through traffic and stopping at red lights, she looked back and saw the man that could be the one.
Been a while since my Sleeping Beauty had seen a Prince Charming. The thought made her play with her clit even more.
\*
Brandon was in the car, following Sabrina, but he wanted to slap himself. Why I even fucked with that dumbass broad, LaTonya, I don't know, he thought. Now, whenever she saw me, she had to act up.
This wasn't the first time she saw Brandon out with a woman and caused a scene. The bitch just wouldn't quit. He thought as he followed closely behind Sabrina. Last time, he was on a movie date with the beautiful Katrina.
Katrina had ass for days and going to the movies was our first date, Brandon reminisced. They were in the line, trying to get some snacks before the movie. I was whispering in Katrina's ear, trying to set up for some movie theater head, when this bitch popped out of nowhere.
Of course, that night didn't end the way he wanted. Brandon didn't get the movie theater head. Actually, they didn't watch the movie.
Unlike Sabrina, that girl didn't believe Brandon when he told her that LaTonya had been lying about the baby.
Oh well. Brandon thought as he thought back on the date from hell. Sabrina seemed unfazed by it all. She was up ahead of him driving fast. S
he weaved in and out of lanes and almost side swiped a car. This made Brandon nervous. At least we aren't far, Brandon thought.
Once they made it to the house and they stood outside talking for awhile. Everything from their high schools and jobs came into the conversation. She told him she was going to school and trying to start an online business. He told her about his job and his aspirations to do freelance marketing. She seemed to listen and be interested.
"It's getting cold," she said as she rubbed her arms. "I think I'm gonna head in and get some rest."
Damn, I really don't want this night to end, Brandon thought. I wish I could stay over, but I'm not going to ask. It's probably too soon for that.
"Well, ok. I'll talk to you later. Give me a call," he said as he walked slowly back to his car. Brandon felt defeated. Nothing bad had happened but he wanted her now. Even in the car as she cried and her eyes were puffy, he thought she was beautiful. He wanted to hold her and protect her.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
"Goodnight, and thanks again," she said. He looked back and she was slowly making the walk to her door. He didn't want to walk her all the way up and possibly make the wrong move and ruin all of his chances. He wasn't old, but he wasn't young either.
A young Brandon would have jumped all over her and tried to kiss her. The now, more seasoned, Brandon would take his time.
He got in his car and watched her walk inside. He waved as he drove away and went to the gas station around the corner. Tonight, I'm going to spend some time at home. He was serious about leaving the other women alone. If his plan went right, he would eventually have Sabrina anyway.
He was about to get out of the car and fill up his tank when his phone started buzzing. Damn, it was Sabrina, he thought and pressed talk as fast as he could.
"What's wrong?" he answered. There was no reason for her to call him this soon.
"Brandon, I'm gonna try something different, ok? If you don't like it, just decline and hang-up and we can forget this happened. Do you accept?"
"Ummmm, yeah." He was unsure but he agreed.
"I don't know why or how, but I like you. I...I...I want you and, if you're not busy, I want you to come back over here."
Brandon almost dropped the phone. Who the fuck does this? he wondered. Never had a woman said these things to him. He started the car back up and began pulling out of the gas station parking lot.
"Hello?" she said.
"Sabrina, are you serious? Cause I really don't..." She cut him off before he could finish.
"Look, B. I saw something in your eyes tonight. The way you looked at me and the things you said. I tried to let you take charge by saying I was ready to go in the house but you just left. I would wait weeks and play back and forth, but why do we have to do that if were grown?" She had a point and he guessed there was a first time for everything.
"Corey isn't home for the first time in weeks and I don't want to be alone," she whispered.
Hell, I could handle change, he thought. Brandon pressed the gas pedal down to the floor.
"Unlock the door. I'm on my way."
In the few minutes of prep time, she had showered, rubbed her body with delicious, intoxicating oils, and prepared her pussy for devouring. She took deep breaths, inhaling the smells of the jasmine and lavender oil that she had rubbed all over her body.
Her juices marinated as she lay in the bed waiting for him to return. Being obedient, she did as she was told and left the front door unlock. Listening to her R&B mix cd, she realized she hadn't been romanced in a while. Its gonna feel good having sex to some music and wine instead of being rushed.
The thought excited her, sending more juices to her already overflowing vagina. The things that were about to take place couldn't be undone, and she couldn't wait.
Her skin was still moist from the quick shower she had taken. Nothing but a dark purple, silk robe with matching, thong panties separated her from being naked. She thought the robe and thong was sexier than being completely nude and it was easy to take off when the time came.
I hope he goes down, she thought as she lay in her king-sized bed anticipating the taste of him. If he did go down, she was willing to reciprocate with the best tongue lashing he had ever experienced.
The sound of the front door opening and softly closing made her sit straight up in the bed.
"Where are you?" he called from the living room. He hadn't been in her house before, let alone in her room.
"Go to the kitchen and grab the wine from the fridge and the glasses are in the left cabinet. Then follow the music down the main hallway," she replied.
Still sitting up, she leaned back on a pillow. She opened her legs and moved her panties to the side to calm her throbbing kitten. She circled her clit with her fingers, traveled down her freshly trimmed lips, and then around her opening which she liked to call her second mouth. She kept making this orgasmic circle until he appeared in the doorway.
He stood for a while with his brown eyes opened wide, surveying the room. His eyes traveled wildly all over her body in disbelief. He couldn't help but notice the action taking place between her legs. Still, with a stunned and unsure look, he entered the room and closed the door behind him.
Swallowing hard, he began to speak. "Sabrina, I don't want to rush this... if you..."
"Shhhhhhh," she hissed and used her free hand to motion for him to come closer. Scooting over, she patted the bed for him to sit down. He moved slowly, complying with her request. Sitting down he eyed her still working left hand.
"I want you," she said, staring straight at him. She leaned closer and whispered "We'll figure out the rest later," in his ear and kissed his neck.
Sitting back, she grinned as Brandon stared at her in amazement. In his mind, he thought about the events that led up to this moment. An hour ago they were in her car, laughing and reminiscing. Now they were about to make love.
Still grasping the open wine bottle, he poured its contents into the glasses. He needed a drink to get through this. He took a long sip of the sparkling wine and glanced back down at her open legs and thong panties.
She took a small sip of her wine and set the glass down on the nightstand. Slowly, she slid down into the plush, black sheets and kept pleasuring herself. Of course, her fingers were still working but they were no longer making circles. Staring in his eyes, her fingers plunged inside; making noises from the flood of juices that was now between her legs.
Unable to take anymore visual torture, he grabbed her arm in mid-thrust and stopped her ecstasy. She gave him a naughty grin as he pulled her working hand to his mouth and sucked the dripping juices from her fingers.
She closed her eyes and moaned as he put the main offending finger in his mouth and sucked it with the force of a vacuum.
The moment felt like an eternity, but he finally set her hand down on the bed.
Gazing at her, he stood up as he decided to engage her in some mental torture of his own. He took his brown leather jacket and t-shirt off, exposing what she suspected; a chiseled chest and abs dipped in dark brown chocolate. Her eyes traveled down his abs to the huge bulge under his zipper. He looked down and then grinned back at her.
Unbuttoning his dark, denim jeans, he slowly let them fall. Through the flap in the front of his boxers, the swollen, nine-inch culprit emerged. It was as dark as his chest and abs but surprisingly thick as a homemade, Italian sausage link.
She began sucking on her bottom lip as he pushed his boxers down and let them fall as well. Now that he was fully exposed, she opened her robe and let her nipples stare at him.
He stared at the prettiest, plumpest, caramel breasts he had ever seen. Bigger than a handful, the nipples were fully erect and begged to be licked and teased. She eyed the juiciest dick she had laid her eyes on as his member pulsed and continued to grow. She was up for the challenge to fill her mouth with him.
They did that for a few minutes in a quiet stand-off until she tried to move her panties aside again.
He stopped her and did it himself. Kneeling down on the floor, he pulled her to the edge of the bed by her legs. He began kissing her thighs one at a time. Starting at her knees and kissing his way up to her panties. He stopped and slowly started on the other thigh. She moaned and tried to grab at his head, but he pushed her hands away and held them firmly down on the bed.
He laid his open mouth on top of her panties, blowing hard through the lace and making her squeal with anticipation.
Using his tongue like an index finger, he moved her panties to the side and slid his tongue between the juicy lips of her vagina. She moaned from the pleasure as he slurped and tongued his way around. Getting frustrated from her panties moving and getting in the way, he let go of her arms to pull them off. He then grabbed her thick, brown legs and placed them gently on his shoulders. Again, he held her arms to the bed as he pushed his face into her triangle.
He slurped her, sucked in her juices, and poked his tongue inside her. All the while, her breathing became heavy and her moaning filled the room.
"Don't stop," she said as he started to pay special attention to her clit. Sucking it, tonguing it, and then blowing softly on it.
Not able to take it anymore, she began begging for his swollen dick.
"Please give it to me," she whispered and moaned as he made circles on her clit with his tongue.
She begged and begged until he finally complied. He stopped sucking on her juicy center and stood up. Her legs were still shaking as she sat up, leaned forward, and took his dick in her mouth. With her hands sitting on the bed, she attempted to swallow all of him. Careful not to bite, she tightened her jaws around him. He underestimated how good this would feel as he smiled, she grabbed his hips and pulled his dick deeper into her mouth.
His dick touched the back of her throat as his hips grinded her face. Sabrina increased her speed and continued to gargle him. She loved sucking him so much she almost came. Brandon enjoyed it most of all and had to pull back before he exploded down her throat. She licked her lips and stood up, letting his dick poke between her thighs. Now they stood face to face.
Her juices were smeared across his face, but they kissed anyway. Swirling their tongues in each other's mouth and grabbing one another.
Brandon knelt his head down and grabbed her breast. He slowly licked around her brown, silver dollar-sized areola before taking it into his mouth as well. She tilted her head back in pleasure and closed her eyes.
Once he had tasted both of her breasts, he slid her robe off and laid her down on the bed. Getting on top of her, she reached between her legs and grabbed his dick and placed the tip of him at her opening. He slid slowly inside with his bare flesh. No condom, just her juices and his hardness. Both their eyes closed as their hips began to dance to the sensual beat of the music.
In pure bliss and passion, they both moaned and whispered to each other. Neither of them noticed the black camera on the bookshelf in the corner. Nor did they pay attention to its shining, red light.
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