17. Doll
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DOLL
THE FOLLOWING DAY
I was starving. My stomach was touching my fucking back. Today had been a chill day. I wasn’t up to anything but had been lying ’round the suite all day long and watching television. Some might have thought it was crazy how I was locked away in the room when there was an entire beach out there to explore. I didn’t feel like being bothered with people today. My social battery needed to be recharged, so I chose to stay to myself.
I tossed the throw blanket off me and sat up on the couch. It was a lil after one, so I got on up and headed downstairs to the restaurant to grab me something to eat. I instantly regretted that decision soon as I stepped through the door and saw Ma sitting at one of the tables alone. I hadn’t really been dealing with her ass ever since I got out of prison and found out that she’d been helping Jill hide the fact that she’d not only got pregnant by Jerrell, but also married the fuck boy. Ma wasn’t shit. I been knew that ever since I was a kid, but I never thought she’d be like that with me.
Ignoring her presence, I went to the opposite side of the restaurant and sat down. Her eyes darted in my direction and she rose from her table. I honestly thought she was ’bout to leave ’til she trotted in my direction.
Just get up and go back to your room.
That was my first thought, but my stupid ass stayed sitting. I wasn’t ’bout to let her run me off when I knew I wanted something to eat.
Sighing, I asked, “What, Ma?” When she stopped at my table with her hand on her hip.
“You know you was wrong for doing Jill like that the other day.” That was the exact reason why I had been avoiding her ass at all costs. See, whenever we were ’round other people, she wasn’t gon’ approach me with that bullshit ’cause she wanted people to presume she was so innocent and sweet, yet, she was nothing but a full-blown narcissist.
“Ma, I’m gon’ say this with the utmost respect. If you don’t take your ass on somewhere.”
“What? You was wrong. You come on to that man knowing damn well he don’t want you no more.”
I rested my elbows onto the table and placed my nose and mouth into my hands.
One, two, three, four, five…
This woman was really ’bout to make me curse her the fuck out. “Nobody wants Jerrell’s bitch ass,” I simply answered to defuse the situation.
“That boy ain’t got no reason to lie on you.”
“The nigga was lying. You can even ask Scar if you want. He witnessed the shit.”
“I ain’t asking nobody nothing.”
“That’s yo’ business, but you gon’ get out my face with this bullshit.”
“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to right now.”
“I’m talking to you.”
Her hands balled into fists and I knew shit was ’bout to go left. To stop myself from acting a complete fool in here, I got up from the table and prepared to leave.
“Just ’cause you took yo’ ass to prison don’t make you big and bad.” She marched right in my tracks. Somebody better had come got this woman the fuck away from me before I gave her ass what the fuck she was asking for.
“Bye, Ma,” I said over my shoulder.
“Maybe they should have kept yo’ ass in there a lil bit longer. That’ll teach yo’ ass some respect.”
I clenched my teeth and pressed my fingernails deep into the palms of my hands. Spinning on my heels, I faced her and asked, “Why the fuck are you like this? Why can’t you be a normal ass fucking mama?”
“Why can’t you be a normal ass daughter?” Her brow snapped to her hairline. She sounded ’bout stupid as hell.
“What makes me abnormal?”
“You out here running ’round thinking that everything is a got damn fairytale. I tried to teach yo’ stupid ass the game. Had you listened in the first place, you wouldn’t have been in prison.”
“So basically you just want me to be a ho like you?” I pressed my lips together and waited for her response.
“I’m a proud ass ho. Ain’t no shame in my game. At least I’m well taken care of.”
“You call still living in the house we grew up in that’s barely hanging by a thread well taken care of?”
“At least I got a fucking house.” She poked her tongue out at me. This woman was childish as hell.
“I may not have one now, but give me a few months, I’m gon’ be right back straight. I always had me. You never did shit for me for real ’cause you was always up Jill’s ass. You idolize her ’cause she’s just like you. Both you bitches ain’t shit!” Tears trickled down my cheeks. I hated I let her get the best of me. She wasn’t worth my fucking tears.
Wham!
Ma punched me, and I gasped. She may have done and said a lot of fucked-up shit to me, but she’d never placed her hands on me before. It took a moment for it to register in my brain what just happened, but once it did, I turned that ho every way but loose.
We crashed into the table alongside us. The table broke and we dropped to the floor.
“I ain’t no lil ass child while you putting yo’ fucking hands on me!”
Wham!
I punched the shit out of her then sat on her fucking chest and drilled her face in. Ma or not, she wasn’t ’bout to place her hands on me and get away with the shit. I was going in on her face like she was a bitch off the street ’til I was grabbed from behind and pulled off her. Schizo stood me on my feet. My fingers were sore and bruised as hell from whupping her ass.
“What the hell is going on?”
“She fucking hit me!” Ma yelled as she tried to pull herself up from the floor. I kicked her dead in the face and knocked that dusty ass twenty-seven-piece wig off her head, and she went out cold for the fucking lie she just told. She lay there with her arms spread out and mouth wide open.
“Doll, what the fuck is going on?”
“I told her to leave me the fuck alone, but she punched me in the face. Mama or not, I whupped her fucking ass. Don’t put yo’ damn hands on me.”
“You’re lucky I walked in here or else they would have took y’all ass to jail. Go get cleaned up. You got blood seeping from ya nose. I’ll take care of this shit.”
I brushed my hand up my nose and saw the crimson blood on the palm of my hand. I exited the restaurant and headed for the elevator. I repeatedly pressed the up button and prayed it came on from the dirty looks that everyone was giving me. It was only gon’ piss me off more and I’d be fighting someone in this damn lobby. They for damn sure was gon’ place me in cuffs today.
The elevator dinged and I went to step on when I saw Scar standing there. He gripped me by the hand and yanked me into him. Hooking my chin, he slightly tilted my head and examined my face. “The hell happened to you? Who the fuck I gotta fuck up?”
“I got into it with Ma.”
He pressed a button on the elevator and I noticed it passed my floor. It stopped on his and he guided me out to his door. I trotted behind him into his suite all the way to the bathroom. Gripping me by the waist, he lifted and placed me on the counter. I sat there observing him as he grabbed a washcloth out the linen closet and dampened it. He gently stroked it underneath my nose.
I eyed him. It was shit like this that was gon’ make me fall hard for him. ’Cause why the fuck he in here handling me all fragile and shit like I mean some to him?
“Are you like this with all the women you be fucking?”
His eyes met mine and a smile coursed his lips. “Just you for some reason.” His response soaked my panties.
“Let me find out that you like me.”
Before I was able to say anything, his lips embraced mine. I winced. My nose was a bit sore, but I didn’t let that stop me from sucking his tongue. He nudged my thighs apart with his knee and stepped in between ’em. I tugged on the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. I pulled on his belt, loosening it, and undid his pants. Scar wasted no time shoving his pants and briefs to the floor. His dick bounced straight out.
He gripped the rim of my shorts and I lifted just enough from the counter for him to pull ’em down. He eased me to the edge of the counter and positioned his dick head at my opening, and I gasped soon as he entered me.
Grabbing me by the waist, he bounced me up and down on his dick. I craned my arms ’round his neck and buried my face in my arm, feeling my climax ’bout to rear its head. My head tilted back, and I screamed at the top of my lungs as he repeatedly tapped my spot.
“Got damn, Scar!” He silenced me with his tongue and I sucked that mufucka like it was a lollipop.
The sound of my pussy creaming on him sounded off like homemade macaroni. Cupping his face, I gazed him straight in the eyes and said, “I want you to cream in me.” He groaned and released inside me, coaxing another orgasm out of me.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Someone banged on his suite door. It was probably the neighbors from me being so loud. He placed me on my feet and pulled his pants back up.