A Child of a CRACKHEAD II (3 page)

“We must pray and stay strong. Dear God, keep us safe and protect us from this danger, in Jesus name we pray.”

“Amen,” they all said.

“God won’t protect your ass you belong to me.” The women heard a voice say then a devilish laugh as the back door of the van flew open.

They looked into the man’s eyes that were standing there. They felt as if they were looking into the devil’s eyes himself. The four women were dragged out the van and led into a warehouse. As soon as they entered, the strong smell of crack hit their noses. Tiffany, Star, Yasmin, and Jesse looked around as they were led deeper in and could see men dressed in all black with machine guns in their hands and what looked like a drug factory. Women were naked cooking crack cocaine and bagging it up into a Ziploc bag while the men stood on guard watching their every move.

“Tiffany, what they going to do with us?”

Star asked as she held Tiffany’s hand and all four of the women was pushed into a large room.

“I don’t know,” Tiffany replied. Tiffany and the other women looked around and noticed there were other women in the room that were naked and crying, their ankles were chained to the wall. There were fifteen women in all, laying down in fetal positions. Scared to speak or move as a huge, black man entered the room.

“What you want with us? Please, let us go!”

Star cried out.

Smack! The man with the scar on his face smacked her so hard she spun around and hit the floor. “I give the fucking orders here. I’ll tell you once what I want you to do and the first time you don’t listen, you’re dead. Do you fucking understand me?”

Tiffany and her friends cried some more and shook their heads up and down. A gunman entered the room with a metal tray with four glass pipes with lighters and crack cocaine chopped up on it.

The man with the scar on his face raised his gun and aimed at all four women, “Grab the pipes ladies, and stuff them with crack and smoke.”

Each of them looked at the man as if he was crazy, but nervously grabbed the crack pipes, lighters, and small pieces of crack and filled it up.

“Now, light it and inhale,” the man ordered.

“I can’t do this shit. We’re fucking drug counselors. How the hell we going to smoke crack?

Kill me, do what you want, but I refuse to do this.”

Jesse screamed with tears.

In with one swift move, the man with a scar on his face pulled out a six inch knife that curved at the tip and slit her throat. The cut on her neck opened up and her head leaned back half way off as blood gushed out. She tried to grab her wound on her neck, but it was no use blood poured everywhere.

“Ahhhhh!!” her three friends screamed in horror and rushed to help their friend. Blood gushed everywhere as Jesse’s body hit the floor.

“Hold her neck! Hold her neck!” Tiffany screamed as she and Star held their friend’s neck, but blood squirt all over them.

“Help us! Please, someone please help us!”

Star screamed.

Then with all his might the man with the scar on his face kicked her in the jaw sending her flying backwards. The other fifteen women in the room chained to the wall cried and crawled up into a ball as they watched terrified at the new women and felt their pain. “Get away from her and let her die or you be the next one,” the man yelled as he looked at Tiffany, Star, and Yasmin.

They slowly moved away from their friends body and stood up and watched her body shake and squirm around then buckle on the floor. The man with the scar on his face walked over to her body and began to saw away with his knife at her neck.

“No! No!!” the women screamed and cried as they watched him rip her head off. Her body was still moving after. He stood there looking at the women with their friend’s head in his hand that he held up by her hair. They could still see their friend’s eyes open and lips move causing them to scream louder.

“Listen, you bitches. I run this shit and what I say go. So grab those pipes and begin to smoke or you will be next.”

Tiffany, Star, and Yasmin did what he said with tears running down their faces and snot dripping from their noses. They held the lighter to the tip of the glass pipe and lit and inhaled the crack smoke. Tiffany’s head rushed as the crack filled her lungs and she felt dizzy. Her eyes opened up wide and her lips and body began to feel numb. The four women were forced to stand and smoke crack for three hours straight.

“You come with me,” the man with the scar on his face ordered as he grabbed Tiffany’s arm and pulled her out the big room dropping her friend’s head on the floor.

“Tiffany, no! Don’t leave us,” Star screamed while standing there.

“Okay, the boss left its time for us to have our fun,” one of the gunmen said as he entered the room followed by ten more men. Star and Yasmin just looked at them and fear ran through their bodies. They were higher than they ever have been in their life. A hand went around Stars neck. She tried to kick and scream, but it went in vain as the man ripped off her clothes, one man held her right leg, and another held her left leg. A man held her hands as they spread her legs. She tried to wiggle herself free knowing if she did she will hit the floor.

Star’s head spun some more from the crack she had been smoking and then she felt a huge dick penetrating her pussy, “AHHHHH!” she screamed and wiggled some more, but it was no use.

Each man had a good lock on the body part they were holding. The man pounded away in and out of Star, “Yes, oh yea, oh yea. You got some good pussy bitch,” he groaned as he pounded hard and his men began to swing Star’s body into his.

They switched taken turns holding her by the arms and feet and spreading her legs, fucking her in the air. She felt as if she wanted to pass out from the pain. As she turned her head, she could see her friend Yasmin screaming and crying for help as five men took turns raping her. As they rammed them even harder, they both passed out from the pain.

The man dragged them next to the wall and pulled out a long chain and locked their ankles to it.

Tiffany lay naked on a bed in a larger room crying. The man with the scar on his face had fucked her in a way she never thought could be done. She cried because part of her had enjoyed it and she shed tears for her friends who had been killed earlier in that night along with her friend, Jesse.

The man with the scar on his face sat on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette filled crack.

The crack filled his lungs and his mind raced.

Tiffany looked at him with fear and hate, “You!

You’re Black Ice, aren’t you?” she asked barely able to get the words out through her tears.

The man turned his head slowly and looked at Tiffany’s naked body then her eyes. Then touched the scar on his face as his mind flashed back to the day he got it. His wife was screaming, Noooo! Noo! As he punched her in the face and she hid up under the bed. He had lifted the mattress to see her crawling on the floor. He laughed and went to reach for her when a sharp pain he felt on his hand when he tried to grab her. His wife jumped up swinging wildly and with each swing he saw more blood, but realized it wasn’t her blood but his. He moved the arm he was using to block her blows as soon as he did he noticed something shiny and sharp in her hand, but it was too late the razor came down on his face, ripping it open to the white meat.

His face turned pink and red as blood poured out.

He grabbed his wound and his wife took off running with their son in her arms for the apartment door and down the stairs. He grabbed her just in time before she got out of the building and dragged her by her hair back into the apartment where he beat her and his son the rest of the night.

He looked at Tiffany in the eyes once more as he snapped back to reality. “Yes, I am Black Ice,” he replied sending chills through her spine as he inhaled more crack smoke from his cigarette.

Chapter 5

A week later, Michael, Jr. unpacked all his things in the brownstone house in Bedford-Stuyvesant Brooklyn on Gates Avenue. “Are you sure you made the right decision by moving here and leaving your mother and her cousin?” Envy asked as she entered the room with a box in her arms.

Michael looked up at her with lust in his eyes. She had on a purple Christian Dior dress with studs in it and the high heels shoes to match.

Michael smiled, loving how everything she wore always matched down to her underwear. “Yes baby. I feel I did the right thing. My mother and her cousin are safe. I’ve always had a way to feel if something is wrong with my mother. I don’t know how, but it always been that way since I was a baby.

It’s been ten years and Black Ice hasn’t shown his face. He’s probably cracked out somewhere,”

Michael replied. Not really believing the words he said himself about his father. He knew in his heart that Black Ice was somewhere watching him, but where he didn’t know, but would do everything in his power to find out. “We’re good, Envy, don’t stress nothing baby.” Michael said as he walked towards her, wrapped his arms around her, touched her face softly, and moved her long hair to the side.

“Shit, I’m happy I got you baby. Everyone in Brooklyn thinks I’m a monster. They even named me Evil because of my father’s past.”

“Michael, they named you Evil because of the things you do when you get mad and black out or see a woman getting abused or a child getting hurt.” Envy never seen him black out with her own eyes, but heard the rumors about the people he cut up when he blacked out. But, she didn’t see a monster when she looked at him, just a man who been hurt as a child and loved his mother and who is very protective of the people he loved. “I don’t care what people think about you, Michael. I love you and can see the real you.”

Michael looked her in the eyes and kissed her deeply and passionately slowly removing the straps on her dress and letting it drop to the floor.

He began to kiss her neck as she let out a soft moan.

His lips traveled to her breast and took her nipple in his mouth. Envy moaned as she grabbed the back of his head. Michael’s tongue moved around her nipple in a circular motion. Then he switched and began to suck the left one and taking in both of her nipples in his mouth at same time.

“Shit, god that feels so good,” Envy moaned as her pussy got wetter. While he removed his clothes, he let his tongue travel down to her stomach and soon he was on his knees using his tongue to push her purple thong to the side. With one lick to her clit, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He put his mouth around her pussy and sucked softly, beginning to suck faster and faster.

“Ohhhh god, yes, suck it baby, just like that, right there,” Envy moaned as Michael sucked even faster then used his tongue to lick her clit up and down, back and forth, repeatedly making her legs shake as he licked it side to side. He took her clit and pussy lips all in his mouth at the same time sucking on it driving Envy crazy as she came, soaking her thong that was half way on. Her legs shook as he placed them on his shoulder one by one then with his strong back stood up lifting her up with him.

“Oh shit, what are you doing baby? Don’t drop me,” she screamed as she realized she was now in the air sitting on his shoulders with her love box all in his face while he sucked and licked her sweet pussy like there was no tomorrow. She grabbed his shoulder with one hand and held the ceiling with the other. “Oh damn! Shit, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, daddy,” she screamed as she leaned her head back and allowed her sweet juices to flood his mouth and run down his chin.

Michael slowly took her off his shoulders.

Envy slid down and her legs felt weak as she stood there in her 4 inch Christian Dior purple heels. He looked at her thick voluptuous body and licked his lips, “Mmm, you taste like strawberries, baby.”

Michael said.

“Hmmm really,” Envy replied as she turned around and held the wall. She turned her head to look at his hard nine inch, dark chocolate dick, and sexy muscled body up and down. He gripped her hips and slowly inserted the tip of his dick inside her, “Damn that pussy wet, baby.”

“It’s all wet for you, daddy,” Envy moaned as he pushed his dick deeper and deeper inside her while passionately kissing down her back.

“Owwww damn, baby. Shit, fuck me,” she screamed.

The sweet sensation of his dick hitting her walls teasing and pleasing her on each stroke sent chills up and down her spine. He went deeper and deeper. Envy yelled as he pounded away. He grabbed her hair and smacked her ass repeatedly.

She screamed as she looked back at his body glistening in sweat.

“Who you love?” Michael yelled then bit down on his bottom lip.

“I love you, daddy,” she moaned as she rotated her waist stimulating her pussy even more and making her cum for the fourth time. Michael pounded as hard as he could and pulled out nutting all over her ass. “Shit, my legs are weak and I still feel that dick all up in my stomach, damn,” Envy stated.

“Well sexy I’m not done with you yet,”

Michael replied while leading her to the bed and spread her legs taking her clit in his mouth once more making her legs shake.

Outside across the street, was a man standing in the dark and had watched Michael and Envy spend the day moving in to the brownstone house. He stood in the dark the whole night to see if they would ever leave the house. But, they didn’t. Their night was spent making love.

Chapter 6

Michael jumped in his car and drove to Brownville, Brooklyn. For the last two years, he took most of the money he found in the house Black Ice had left him and bought Abonda School on Blake Avenue and Rockaway right in the projects.

He had rebuilt it into a community center for abused women and women on drugs, young children, and teens to have a place to go to for food, a place to sleep, and also help them get away from the streets.

He circled the neighborhood four times to see who was hustling. He had made a strong rule in the neighborhood telling all drug dealers they weren’t allowed to sell drugs in a fifteen block radius of the community center. And no man in the neighborhood was allowed to put his hands on a woman in anyway, beating or hitting them. At first all the older hustlers took him as a joke and didn’t listen until they started popping up dead with missing body parts along with men that were beating their women. That’s when they realized he was the son of Black Ice, no matter how nice he may seemed or how much good he may do. He had his father’s blood in him and was truly evil. So the name stuck and every hustler, or thug, and women beater knew him by it and feared him.