A Child of a CRACKHEAD II (6 page)

“Nooo!” she screamed out loud and wanted to cry, but knew better. “Can I see my friends?

Please are they still alive?”

“You want to see your friends? Yea, they’re still alive,” Black Ice replied with his evil grin.

“But, first you know what to do and do it how I like or I’ll punch you in your fucking face,” he said as he pulled out his nine inch dick.

Tiffany wiped the two tears going down her face and grabbed his dick and began to jerk it up and down. She bent over and slowly took it all in to her mouth and began to suck it up and down.

“Ahhh shit, yes like that Roxy,” Black Ice moaned as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it all the way down and up, fucking her mouth like it was pussy. She began to suck the tip of his dick head and his eyes rolled to the back of his head from the sweet sensation of her mouth.

She began to suck his balls placing them in her mouth one at a time then both at once. The whole time she wished she could bite his nuts off or dig her fingernails into his eyes, but knew she would be dead soon after. She swallowed that extra saliva in her mouth and let her tongue travel up and down the shaft of his dick and wrapped her lips around it.

She twisted her head around while sucking up and down and going faster and faster. “Oh shit,” Black Ice moaned loudly as he ejaculated in her mouth.

She sucked even harder as she felt the warm cum run down her throat and swallowed it all. “Damn, that was good Roxy.”

Tiffany lifted up her head and wiped her mouth, “May I see my friends now, please?”

“Yea,” Black Ice replied as he stuffed his dick back into his jeans, “Come follow me.”

Tiffany got off the couch and followed him to a big steel door where he entered a code and the door popped open. She followed him down the hall. She could see gunmen everywhere. It was her first time being out of the room in months. She made sure to pay attention to every door and looked for an exit. ‘I don’t remember seeing all this when he first brought me,’ she said to herself as she entered the elevator and seen him press b, for basement. ‘Ok this warehouse has two floors and a basement,’ she thought to herself as she took mental notes. They got off the elevator and walked down the hall passed four large doors and stopped in front of one with two gunmen standing in front of it.

“Open the fucking door,” Black Ice ordered.

“Yes, boss,” one of the gunmen said as he entered a code and the lager steel door popped open.

Black Ice walked in with Tiffany following.

The room was large and dark and smelled of urine and crack. Tiffany looked around curiously as she couldn’t believe her eyes. There were more than twenty five women chained to the wall all around the room and she could see some of the gunmen having sex with them, some three or four at a time.

Some women sitting and others were standing smoking endless supply of crack in front of them.

And worse a lot of them were pregnant. Tiffany continued to follow Black Ice. Then her eyes met with a young girl that looked to be no more than fourteen years old and six months pregnant. She had a glass crack pipe to her lips and was taking deep pulls of the thick white smoke. “You two get off now,” Black Ice yelled at two of his henchmen that were fucking a woman in the corner.

Tiffany took her eyes off the fourteen year old girl to see who Black Ice was yelling at. Her body began to tremble in horror as she watched the two men pull up their pants and get off her friend Star. Star stood up and picked up her long T-shirt off the floor and put it back on and sat back down.

She picked up her glass pipe and took pieces of crack off a small metal tray that was in front of her and began to smoke never paying any mind to Black Ice and Tiffany standing there. “Go ahead and talk to your friends,” Black Ice said as he smiled his devilish grin and looking at his work.

Tiffany ran over to her friend, “Star! Star, what are you doing? Are you okay?” Star looked up at Tiffany kneeling down at her and put down the crack pipe.

“Tiffany, is that you? I must be fucking high. Yo, Yasmin I think I see Tiffany again and am I smoking too much?”

Tiffany looked to her left two feet away and couldn’t believe it. Yasmin was sitting on the floor smoking. “Oh shit! I think I see her too, girl,”

Yasmin replied.

Tiffany took Star’s hand, “It’s me, Star. I am here.”

“Oh my, Lord! It’s really you, Tiffany,”

Star and Tiffany hugged. Yasmin came over and the three women hugged and cried. Tiffany broke their embrace and looked at them. The crack they have been smoking have ate away at all their body fat. They were skinny in the face and had blemishes. Yasmin and Star had on nothing but a long white T-shirt to cover their bodies. ‘I can’t believe this. My best friends are full blown crack heads,’ Tiffany thought to herself.

“Tiffany, where have you been? We thought you was dead,” Star stated. Tiffany lowered her head. So many times she wished she was dead from being trapped in that room and being raped by Black Ice and forced to smoke crack. Her mother used to always say ‘no matter how bad your situation is there’s always someone in the world doing worse’. She now knew that was true. Here I am stressing and crying because I’m being beat and raped by Black Ice, but stay in a room as big as an apartment full of luxury and sleeping on a bed while my friends are being raped by five different men every day and sleeping on the floor.

“No, I’m not dead even though I wish I was many times. I been with the man with the scar on his face and you were right he is Black Ice.”

“I knew it!” Star shouted.

“Star, you want to hit this?” Yasmin said passing Star a glass pipe filled with crack. Star held the lighter to it and inhaled deeply the thick smoke.

She passed the glass pipe with more crack. “Here Tiffany hit this,” Star said passing the pipe.

“I want to, but I can’t,” Tiffany said fighting the urge to get high. And what was even sadder was to see that her friends were now smoking on their own free will and now addicted.

“Tiffany, what’s going on? Why are we being kept here? I don’t even know how long we’ve been here. I just keep smoking to fight the pain of what these men do to us every day and from missing my family. I see some women and girls leave here and never come back. I think they kill them and bring new girls and women in. Tiffany looked back just to make sure Black Ice was nowhere near them. He was walking off and talking to some of his henchmen and was looking at some of the other women.

“Star and Yasmin, I need you two to stay strong. I’m going to find us a way out of here.”

“How?” Star asked not believing it.

“I don’t know. But I will. Black Ice uses this place to bring women and get them addicted to crack and pregnant then sets them free and it brings him more business because there’s a new generation of crack heads,” Tiffany replied.

“So, that’s what they’ve been doing?”

Yasmin said really getting into the conversation for the first time.

“I think I’m pregnant,” Tiffany said looking at her stomach.

“Me too,” Yasmin added.

“I am too. So what are we going to do?”

Star asked.

“Don’t worry I have a plan. We just have to be ready okay. I’m going to try to get us out of here real soon. Every other Wednesday, Black Ice has a meeting with henchmen and workers and once every month they go and kidnap new women. One of those days when their busy, that’s when we will escape. Try your hardest to stay clean and not smoke and get too high. We’re going to need clear heads when it happens.”

“Alright Tiffany I’m with you,” Star replied.

Yasmin looked at Star then Tiffany and put her glass pipe to her lips and inhaled more thick white crack smoke. “Yea, I’m done even though I think the two of you are fucking crazy,” she said while talking with smoke still in her lungs.

“Being fucking crazy is the only way we’re going to get the fuck out of here. They may let the other women and girls go, but I have a feeling Black Ice isn’t going to ever let us go free, unless it’s in a body bag,” Tiffany stated while looking in both her friends eyes.

“Tiffany, your time is up,” a voice boomed.

Tiffany looked behind her to see Black Ice coming for her. He grabbed her by the arm. “It’s fucking time to go.”

“Bye I love you both,” she yelled while being dragged out the lager room.

“We love you too, Tiffany,” Star and Yasmin shouted back.

Chapter 9

Michael, Envy, and little Mike spent the morning shopping for clothes for him and then stopped at IHOP. Mike sat down at the table and looked at Michael and Envy. He never felt so good in his life. “Thank you Michael and Ms. Envy for the clothes. No one has ever been so kind to me.”

“It’s okay, baby. We did it because we want you to be happy,” Envy replied.

“Yea, so what would you like to eat?”

Michael asked.

“Uhmm, I want strawberries on my pancakes with eggs and bacon and can I have a strawberry milkshake too, please?”

“Sure baby, you can have anything you want,” Envy stated. ‘Damn, he reminds me so much of Michael. He have the same cold eyes filled with pain and at the same time look like their full of love,’ Envy thought to herself.

“I think I’ll have the same thing too,”

Michael stated.

“Oh yeah, I called ACS and spoke to a social worker and she said all they have to do is come look at our house and from there they will give us the answer if you can stay with us from now on. Would you like that Mike?” Envy asked.

“What? Yes, I’ll love that,” Mike replied while stuffing his mouth with pancakes causing Envy and Michael to burst out laughing then smiled at each other.

“Mike, I’m just happy were done shopping.

Fashion is like a drug to Envy she’ll have us shopping all day if she could.”

“Shut up, Michael,” Envy said and kissed him.

Mike just smiled. He never had been around people so kind and loving. “Okay, after we finished eating we’ll go visit my mom.”

“Okay, that be nice baby it’s been a week since you seen her.”

“Yea, that’s the longest I’ve been away from her. I don’t like being away from her even though she drives me crazy just like you, baby.”

“Shut up, Michael,” Envy said as all three of them got up and left IHOP.

Michael drove in silence with everything on his mind from his cousin and those men trying to kill him last night to him now taken Mike in his and Envy’s life and missing his mother and wondering if she was safe, but in his heart he knew she was.

He took a quick look at Envy and then looked at the backseat at Mike and could see both of them were asleep. He slowly pulled up to his mothers East Orange, New Jersey house. “We’re here,” he said as both Mike and Envy woke up. Mike looked all around at the house and the neighborhood. Envy stepped out of the car and walked to the trunk and opened it and took out a bag. She followed Michael and Mike to the house door. Michael used his keys to open the door and walked in followed by Mike and Envy. Food could be smelled from the kitchen.

“Junior, my little man is that you?” Rachel called out.

“Yes, mom it’s me,” Michael replied.

Michael walked into the kitchen to see his mother cooking and Janet helping set up the table. “Hey mommy, I miss you,” Michael said as he kissed her on the cheeks. “Hi Janet,” he said and kissed her as well.

“Hi Miss Ice,” Envy said.

“Oh baby, I didn’t see you. I can feel when my boy is around and you know to call me mom,”

Rachel replied as she kissed Envy on her cheeks.

“We got something for you mom,” Envy said and passed her the bag.

Rachel opened it to see a blue church dress with a big blue church hat to match. “Awww, thank you babies,” she said and kissed them both. “Oh who is this little guy?” Rachel asked as she noticed Mike for the first time.

“This is Mike mom. He’s from Brownsville Brooklyn. Me and Envy decided to take care of him for awhile.”

“Hi Miss Rachel,” Mike said speaking for the first time.

“Hey baby,” Rachel said bending down to get a better look at him. Her eyes opened up wide when she did. He looked just like Michael even down to his eyes she thought to herself. “Michael, Envy, come with me,” she said as she stood up and walked towards the basement door with Michael and Envy following her.

The basement was dark. Rachel hit the light switch and turned around to face Michael and Envy.

“Baby, the devil is coming for you.”

“Mom, are you going to start talking about that devil stuff? Please don’t start talking that bullshit. I didn’t come for this.”

“Baby, this is no bullshit. The signs are clear. God has shown me in my dreams and that boy upstairs is another sign you need to get away from him, baby.”

“Mom, you’re bugging.”

“Michael, I’m not fucking bugging as you say. You have a gun baby?’ Rachel asked while touching his waist and feeling his 45 handgun there.

Envy eyes opened up wide with shock. She never had seen a mother that wanted her son to carry a gun. But she knew the past with Black Ice. “Boy, I’m telling you the devil is coming for you. You don’t have to believe me, but I have something for you and Envy.” Rachel hit a switch and a secret door opened to reveal arsenal of guns.

“Damn mom, I thought you was all holy and stuff?” Michael stated.

“Boy shut up. I am and you never doubt that. I’m just ready for the devil when he comes.”

Envy and Michael stood there in shock looking at all the guns. They were more surprised than anything. Michael always knew his mother was a fighter and knew that’s where he got it from.

Rachel pulled out two melt cases and opened one to reveal two chrome 50 caliber desert eagle handguns with holsters. “Damn mom, where you get those?

There beautiful.”

“Don’t worry about that, baby, but they’re yours and one of the most powerful handguns in the world. There 50 caliber and the clips are extended so you get 22 bullets in each one. Michael picked up the guns. He had seen a lot of guns in his short life, but never none like these and so pretty. Then he noticed the handles were pearl and there was word writing on the side of them that read, ‘The right hand of God.’ “This is for you, Envy,” Rachel said while opening up the next melt case. Inside were twin forty caliber handguns. They were the same in every way as Michael’s guns with two things different: the handle was pink and pearl and the guns were smaller. “Envy baby, I don’t know how you feel about guns. I really don’t like them myself, but you must be a strong woman being with my son.”