Vicious Is The Name That They Gave Me: A Philly Story (12 page)

Chapter 14

Chanelle

As Roc did me passionately, I went into relaxation mode.
This niggah had my eyes rolling to the back of my fucking head. Oh my God, this niggah got the good dick. He is doing me so right. Oh my God. This is what I am talking about. This is what I’ve needed all day.
I am talking about a niggah that can eat pussy. Some of these niggahs can’t eat pussy but say they can. But do you know any niggah that can eat pussy? It’s either you’re good at it or you suck. I’m talking about a niggah that has a good dick with a good stroke game. Some of these niggahs postures aren’t set up and don’t have stroke game. But they’re out here claiming they are real niggahs, you know on some legit shit. Just because you can bring money in, okay so can I. I have a banging ass car, okay so can I. What about that good ole loving? It’s just like how some men want a woman in public and a freak in bed.
Same here.
I want a man in public and a mother fucking freak in the bedroom. And I’m not talking about just a regular freak. I want a niggah to put me in awkward positions. Fuck me until his dick gets tired. I want a niggah to do some off the wall shit. I want a niggah to turn me upside down on my head and pound on me like he’s pounding on a fucking exercise ball.
Shit, fuck me all over.
I want a niggah that got that dick and that’s my antidote. Fuck me spontaneously. All that spanking and dominatrix shit, I want that. Tie my hands up and go crazy and me. Make me scream until I can’t scream any more. Talk dirty to me. I want it twenty-four hours, seven days of the week, all year round dick. My pussy hates being lonely; so a niggah would have to get used to being on call and shit.

Roc ate me out while I ran my finger through his curly hair. As he continued to eat me out, he began to finger me. Sounds escape my mouth has he fingered me harder and harder.

“Ahh shit,” I moaned as I squirted all over his face. Roc like when I squirted all over his face. He positioned himself in front of me as he went inside hard but pleasantly. “Niggah stop playing, fuck me like you miss this pussy,” I demanded and he listened. “Ehhh..ahhh…yes…you miss this pussy don’t you?” I asked him pulling his hair. He didn’t answer verbally. He answered by fucking me hard and deeper. It felt like is dick was in my stomach as his body tapped against mine. “Ugghh yes fuck me harder,” I demanded again.
He knew how I like it.
He took my legs and put each one on his shoulder and penetrated so hard I started screaming. “Don’t stop, keep going…uuhhh God,” I let out moan after moan. He put me back on the bed but positioned my back facing him while I’m on my knees. He continued on as I kept screaming and moaning. He grabbed my waist and kept penetrating me. I felt his entire package inside of me. He started slapping my ass. “Ouch..do it again,” I told him and he listened. This time he smack harder. “Ouch…don’t stop,” I felt him cumming inside of me as I came on his dick. Even after we came, he still continued.
This niggah loves rounds. That’s what I’m talking about.
I couldn’t hold my tongue. He took all of his might and pounded me over and over. I finally surrender my strength to stay on my knees and laid flat on my stomach. I enjoyed his entertainment as he rode on my behind like a rodeo until we both came again. Spending another hour enjoying each other’s good company, we finally stopped. I lay on top of him while his dick rested inside of me. Was about to fall asleep when the sound of my phone interrupted me dozing off. I reached down not looking at the caller ID and answered.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Everything is good with that shit you wanted me to check out,” my source said.

“Okay, where is Kassidy?” I asked.

“She told me she was on her way to see Roc,” my source said as I jumped up. “Let me call you back,” I hung up quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Roc asked.
Shit!

“Kassidy is on her way,” I said getting dress.
Luckily I didn’t drive my car over here. So she wouldn’t know I was here. But fuck, how would I leave and how far away is she? Fuck.
Just as it is not okay to sleep with your friend’s man, it’s not okay to sleep with your sister’s either. It’s not right. So why did I do it? It’s because I do what I want and nobody can stop me. I am that bad.
Shit, I am the fucking boss.
Whatever I want, I take.

“Damn, Chanelle, just hide in the closet,” Roc suggested as he was getting dressed as well.
What?
But I understood where he was coming from.

“Alright,” I agreed. After I finished getting dress I went inside the closet. He gave me a kiss and closed the door. That was good timing because I heard the downstairs door open and Kassidy making her way upstairs towards his bedroom.

              I saw Roc’s expression. I thought he was good at covering up his tracks.
This niggah is sweating and shit. Oh, damn, he’s going to get caught. I’m going to get caught. This fool is going to get us caught. Out of all the times Roc and I had sex, today is the day I’m going to get caught. Look at his face. He looks so obvious that he just finished having sex. Stupid. You’re a stupid niggah.
Kassidy stormed into the bedroom

“Hey, baby.” He tried to greet her but she pushed him away.

“Don’t baby me,” she said sounding angry.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You, you are what is wrong. Was she good?” she asked.

“What? Was who good?” Roc asked looking so dumb.
Anybody can tell he was lying. Well damn, who else was Roc fucking?

“Roc, don’t fucking play dumb with me. Don’t act like you don’t know who I am talking about,” Was she good?” Kassidy kept asking.

“Who?” Roc asked.

“Tiffany,” Kassidy yelled.
Oh shit! Tiffany was getting some too. Everybody was getting some of C-Roc. I swear he is everyone’s dude. Yea, he’s a whore and that’s how it is sometimes.
He sucked his teeth.

“Man, I didn’t fuck her,” He said. But it sounded like a lie.

“No, you didn’t fuck her. But you had no problem eating her pussy out at the party though. You’re a slimy ass fucking niggah.” She threw pictures of him and Tiffany.
That is some undercover shit. Damn niggah, you’re exposed.

“Now say you didn’t eat her out. Let me here to lie to my fucking face. But that’s not enough, you fucked Vicious too. You’re just fucking everything in sight now,” she yelled. He looked at her but didn’t speak. “Oh, you don’t have anything to say when you get caught, huh? Before you got caught, you were just a fucking sex machine,” She yelled again. She tried to keep her temper down.

“Don’t try and blame me for shit. What about you and the niggahs you fucked?” he questioned her.

“This is not about me. It’s over and you’re about to be done,” Kassidy threatened. Kassidy took her cell and started pressing numbers.
Who is she calling?
Seconds went by and my phone started ringing. I tried to silence my phone.

“Oh hell no,” Kassidy said walking towards the closet. When she opened it, I just stared at her.
Damn, I’m caught.

“Chanelle. Chanelle,” She yelled my name shaking her head. I stared at her.
Fuck, what do I say now?

“Listen Kas,” I paused as she puts her hand up to my face.

“You better…” I said but was cut off.

“Shut up, you don’t get the privilege to speak right now. Out of all people, I would have never thought my own fucking sister, my own fucking blood would do this to me,” she said walking out the room.

“Kassidy. Kassidy, can you listen?” I tried calling for her. I wasn’t going to apologize. Life is just fucked up. She turned around and showed me her watery eyes. She did not allow her tears to come down her face since it would have meant a sign of weakness. But when you find out your sister is messing with your dude, you feel anger and weakness. Her heart was bled out. Kassidy had no choice but to be weak. Pain is pain. I know what I did is fucked up.

“Don’t say shit to me Chanelle. I swear to God, don’t say shit to me,” she said crying. She looked at Roc.

“You too. Fuck both of you. You can have each other,” She stated running down the steps and out the house.
I knew I fucked up.

I looked at Roc. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. I stared him in his face. This was tearing Roc apart.
How? He had bitches on the waiting list.
Every time he is done with one, he goes down the list to another one. So why did I fuck C-Roc? It’s because his dick is good.
I can’t say that.
He is my sister’s boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now. It was better for me to leave. I did enough damage already. I also have other matters to attend to. I didn’t say goodbye to him. This didn’t hurt me. It’s like me to do shit like this. I just keep being a cold bitch.

              When I walked outside I felt a punched in my face. I could not see who was hitting me and whoever it was kept punching me in my face. The hits stopped all of a sudden. I felt my blood streaming down my face.
I’m bleeding. Oh hell no.
I looked up and saw a random bitch. I never had seen her before.

“You dumb bitch, that’s all you got?” I asked her.
She better not let me get up. If I get up, I’m going to beat her out of her misery.

“No, this isn’t anything like what you’re about to get,” she threatens as she raised the gun at me. I wasn’t scared of dying. The probability of someone pointing the gun and shooting me is low. All I know is, she better empty her clip. Because if I find her which I probably will. I’m going to come after her and everybody else she knows.

“Do it bitch, I dare you,” I said to her. Before the girl could pull the trigger she was shot in the back. She fell right on top of me. Retta came running over.

“Ehh, get her off of me,” I told her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her. I should have said thanks.

“Saving your ass obviously,” She said.
How did Retta know where I was? I never told anyone about me and Roc. Or was she on Roc’s list as well. Damn.

“Thanks Retta. Who is she?” I asked her.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Retta answered.

“Alright, call somebody to come take care of this,” I order her.

Retta called someone to come pick up the body as we drove back to headquarters. Since Dollah is no longer running the business, I notice he had a lot of money stashed away.
I knew he was lying when he said he didn’t have any money. He probably got more than an average drug dealer.
And I was in control of all of it. A knock on the door disturbed my thoughts of what I was going to do with the money. I wanted to be alone ever since Kassidy caught me in Roc’s closet.

“Yeah,” I answered to whoever was on the other side of the door. The door opened as Katrina let herself in.

“Hi. Chanelle,” She greeted me

“What’s up,” I returned her greetings.

“We have a problem,” she informed.

“What?” I asked her looking over some papers.

“Some money that was borrowed when Dollah was in charge never got repaid,” she told me.

“A woman named Jezebel,” She said. The name sounded familiar.

“How much does she owe?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Fifty thousand,” she answered. 

“Okay I’ll take care of it,” I told her as she exited my office. I got back to what I was thinking about for the upcoming events.

Chapter 15

Vicious

Simya and I were done with the move on the sorority club. As we got our bags together we heard a knock at the door. Simya walked over to answer.

“Hey, Taye,” She greeted as he offered her a hug and she accepted. I stood over the corner with excitement. I was not expecting a visit from him

“Simya, I know you guys are heading back. Was hoping I could talk to Vicious for a quick second,” he said as she let him come in.
Okay Vicious, get it together. I could not stop cheesing.
He walked over to me.

“Hey,” I said as he opens his arms and I walked into them.
Ah, his scent. His body. It felt so good to be next to him again.

“We are going to keep in contact right?” he asked me. I stared into his grey eyes and he leaned into kiss me.
It feels like Heaven. Heaven. Heaven. God, it feels like Heaven.

“Yes, we are going to keep in contact. And maybe you’ll visit if you can,” I suggested as he nodded yes. We talked for a few minutes until Simya said it was time to go.

Twelve hours later…….

We arrived in Philly late. I normally would take my bags out of the car.
I left them.
The other girls came out and took to the bags of money to give to Chanelle. I went in the house and stretched out across my bed. I looked at the text Taye sent me and he wanted to know if I got him safe. I assured him I was home safe and dozed off.

I usually wake up in the morning to a shining sun and hearing the birds whistling. Instead, I woke up to people shouting and arguing. I went downstairs to see what the commotion was about. I saw Tori and Chanelle arguing with each other. I sat by the steps and observed.

“Chanelle you are so fucking selfish,” Tori said to Chanelle. Chanelle sucked her teeth.

“Look, I didn’t wake up for this bullshit alright. Let’s plan the party out like we are supposed to,” Chanelle suggested. I did not know what the feud was about between Tori and Chanelle. What I have come to realize with this group of girls is that there’s always going to be an argument, there’s always going to be questions of loyalty and there’s always going to be some type of backstabbing.
But all of you ride to die, though.
Some days I can understand the concept of everything with them and some days I am confused. I don’t know what to believe.

“No it’s not going to be that easy this time. There is no pushing it to the side. Oh, we’ll talk about this later. Everybody is talking about the girl who got shot the other day. Boo boo, your name is all over it,” Tori accused.

“And you’re telling me this why? There was no witness out there, just a bunch of people that have no job and want to run their mouths, because they have nothing else to do with their miserable boring lives. Now, let’s get back to the party. I decided to make it public and not private. The cover charge is ten dollars. V.I.P.s needs to show their cards,” Chanelle stopped to take a sip of her liquor.
It’s a little early for liquor isn’t it.
I walked down to where everyone was sitting.

“Good morning,” I greeted them.

“What’s up,” They said at the same time.

“Vicious, you came down at the perfect time,” Chanelle said with excitement in her voice.

“I did?” I asked.
I wonder what she is going to have me do now.

“I like pairing you and Simya. You’re going help me with this party. I’ll let you know the rest later,” Chanelle informed. Since I have been working under Chanelle, I’ve learned that she doesn’t let people know ahead of time what will be taking place. It’s always right before things happen. I’m not sure what Chanelle in mind but I was ready.

“Alright,” I said. I made my way to the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

“Who is that? Vicious, can you get the door?” she yelled.

“POLICE, OPEN THE DOOR,” I heard someone from outside the door yell. I stood there frozen. I went over to where Tori and Chanelle were, but they were gone.
Oh shit, where did they go?
They busted the door open. “Get down on the floor, get down on the floor,” They yelled at me with guns in my face. I did as I was told. Officers swamped the entire house. They were everywhere. The officer took my hands and handcuffed me.
I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe they would leave me. What happened to being a Ridah? Half the time that means you are riding for your damn self. I didn’t have anyone riding for me, I was riding for myself.

“Is there anybody else in the house with you?” a female officer asked me.
Should I take up for them? Should I tell them what has been going on? Should I tell them what I did? Should I lie? What should I say? What should I do?
I kept my mouth closed. A few more officers came back downstairs.

“There’s nothing here and nobody here,” A male officer stated. “Bring her in,” the same officer ordered. I kept my mouth closed. The female officer that handcuffed me took me to the car.
I don’t know everything about the system.
I was about to be booked for something I had nothing to do with.
But I am pretty sure if they do not find anything, then they have to let me go. We’ll see.

“Ma’am, how old are you?” she asked me while putting me in the car. I remained silent.
I’m innocent until proven guilty. I’m in that type ah time mode. I’m in my Johnny Cochran mode.

“What is your name?” I remain silent.
Obviously I am not answering you so leave me alone.
She gave up and left me alone. I had to think for a moment.
Who could I call? Kareema? My mother? Hell, no.

              We arrived at the police station where they seated me in an interrogation room after I was finger printed. The same police officer that questioned me at the house was sitting across from me.

“If you do not cooperate with us, then I can’t help you,” She said.
I watch the cop shows. Detectives say the same, that very same line she just said and still would turn their backs. I’m not buying that bullshit. There’s nothing to cooperate with. I heard when the officer said the house was empty.
Even though Tori and Chanelle left me in the house, I still was not going to tell them a word.

“Who said I wanted your help in the first place?” I asked her ignorantly.

“You have to tough mouth there. I would tame that mouth if I were you. You have no record. You never had run ins with the law. You seem like a good girl. What happened? How did you get to know Chanelle?” she asked. I remain silent. She closed the folder. I take it she was giving up again. Another female officer came in.

“We have to let her go,” She said. I stood up and walked out.

“Vicious,” The same officer who was trying to get information called my name.  I turned around.

“You are too young and beautiful to be mixed up in this. You have your whole life a head of you. Don’t ruin it in the streets. There are only two ways out: prison or dead You don’t need to be out there, you need to be in school,” She tried to preach to me, but I walked out.

              I walked down the hall to the bathroom before leaving the station. My head was starting to spin.
What am I going to do? I never wanted this life, this is what was handed to me.

“This is some bullshit,” I said to myself. I did not understand what was going on. It was three of us in the house, but only me that got arrested. It was only me that got questioned.
How is that even possible? How could I trust? Slimy bitches. All I have is me.

“Are you alright?” I heard a girl behind me asked. I turned around and saw Ceyanna and another girl standing beside her.

“Yeah,” I said sadly. I wonder why Ceyanna was here. “Why are you here?” I asked her.

“To get you out,” Ceyanna answered.

“How did you know where I was?” I asked her. I wanted to know how these people get their information.
They are always popping up somewhere out of the blue. After a while you start to question like who is really for who.

“Don’t worry about that. Now let’s go,” she said taking my hand walking out. I thanked Ceyanna when we got in the car.
You know when people say not to worry, it makes me worry even more. What is going on? My head is filled with confusion.

              Ceyanna was the driver and the unknown girl was in the passenger seat. I sat in the back with so many questions I was beginning to get a headache. With so much chaos going on; I could not think straight.
Should I trust any of the girls?

“Listen, you’re going need this,” The unknown girl said handing me a gun.
Another gun? The last time I held a gun, I shot someone. I’m okay, but no thanks.
I pushed the gun away. Ceyanna turned around.

“Take it, Vicious,” She gave me this unrecognizable look. She just stared at me. I took the gun.

“I’m going to keep it real with you,” The unknown girl said to me. I looked up at her. “You need to watch your back. In all reality everyone is for themselves.  No matter what those lying trifling bitches may say to you, you cannot believe everything. The same people in your circle are the same mother fuckers against you. I had to find that out on my own. Nobody is going to walk up to you and give you a brochure on how to survive out here. You learn by living the life. Be careful who you have your loyalty with. In this type of lifestyle, you need to always be able to survive and protect yourself. Oh yeah, I’m Nelly,” She finally introduced herself. Ever since I have been with these girls, Nelly has been the only one to give it to me straight. I learned that some of these girls really are not who they say there are.

“Thank you. I needed to hear that,” I told her

“Vicious, how did Dymond get killed?” Ceyanna asked me.
The feeling that I had afterwards I shot the girl came back. I froze. Deep down inside, I could never forgive myself for what I did. I am a murderer. And I deserve whatever consequences were coming my way.

“I did,” I confessed with tears coming down my face. “It was an accident, Ceyanna,” I told her. I didn’t care about being a bad girl anymore. I allowed them to see that I was ashamed of what I did.

“Okay. Let’s go chill somewhere so we can talk,” she suggested. Ceyanna’s reaction was not what I had expected.
I thought she was going to pull the car over and beat my ass. Or better yet, shoot me.
I nodded to what Ceyanna said.

              The more I thought about what Nelly told me, it began to make sense. These girls were playing parts in this whole mess and I am going along with it blind and clueless. I am pulling off schemes and they are probably pulling a scheme on me. I refuse to sit back and be a little red riding hood. Things are about to change. We went to Ceyanna’s house and chilled for the rest of the day and discussed a few things. I sat on the couch thinking about everything Kareema had told me. She was playing me from day one.
Now it’s time for me to play her. I had no clue what I was going to do but I’m going to think of something.