35. Teflon
Chapter Thirty-Five
TEFLON
“I’m the man, baby, and that’s why I’m gon’ take what’s mine. Ya dig?”
I pulled up my jeans that kept falling off me and snatched the pipe from one of the chicks I was fucking with.
I lost a whole lot of weight, and my money was going downhill.
I missed the fuck out of Gunna, and I couldn’t contain my sorrow.
I went from smoking crack to shooting up over the past five months, and I had to admit that Heroin hit the spot for me.
It took me places crack couldn’t take me.
I lived in my own new world. I had a couple of people I fucked with, and we all were on the same level.
I met Rebecca a couple of months before Gunna killed himself.
She was a pretty ass white girl, young as hell but na?ve enough to stay the fuck out of my personal life.
She knew I liked men and had no problem fucking me really good how Gunna did.
She was a freak and allowed men to join us.
It turned her on to see me in my real element with men.
She was a trust fund baby and had money to blow, but the truth was, from the drugs and my expensive taste, our money was starting to get tight.
I had to keep my head low when it came to the streets.
Beast made it hard for me to move the fuck around.
I couldn’t even step foot in L.A. without that shit getting back to him.
I exhausted all my resources on borrowing money, so I had to resort to the next best thing.
My mom. I didn’t want to steal from her, but we needed drugs and food to hold us over for the next couple of days.
“Do you think your mom knows you stole from her?” Rebecca asked as she tied the belt tight around her arm.
“She knows, and I don’t give a fuck. She got millions, so what’s a thousand dollars to a woman that ain’t got to pay shit out month to month?
Beast takes care of her, and I done gave her ass loads of money over the years.
As a matter a fact, she owes me! I’m going over there today, and she better cough up some money. ”
Rebecca giggled as she plunged the needle inside her veins.
I took a seat next to her as she began to nod off and prepared myself for a hit.
Once I had it pumping through my veins, I sat back to enjoy the ride.
Each time was different, and no time was like that first hit.
This is why it took more to feel a better effect and try to chase the high I got on the first time trying the lethal drug.
My thinking became clouded as my arms felt heavy and itchy.
I felt like I was on the highest cloud in the sky as I lost control of my body.
Leaning back, I felt my dick brick up, and that became super achy as well.
I needed to release, but I felt too weak to even handle my business with Becky.
Rebecca hopped up like she had fire attached to her ass.
She stripped out of all her clothes and started dancing to her own music.
Her body reminded me of a boy. Flat-chested, no curves, and no ass.
If I was in my right mind, my dick would have never gotten hard for her.
As if reading my mind, she gave me her back and kept dancing in her own little world.
I felt drool falling from my lips, and this high was new.
I was higher than ever before. I sniffed the heroin and then shot it up.
I was a scary type of high. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. I forced myself to take deep breaths.
Rebecca was kneeling down, pulling out my dick anxiously as I clawed at my skin like I had pincher bugs all over me.
Spreading her ass cheeks, she lowered down on my shaft and started to ride me at a chaotic speed.
I felt pain and little pleasure. The pain was from her asshole being as dry as the dessert.
The friction had caused me to clench my jaws tight.
Finding my inner strength, I told her to ride me with her pussy instead of her dry ass.
I wasn’t going to nut unless she sucked me with all her high ass might.
She fucked me for about two hours, and the drugs gave her the energy.
The only time I enjoyed her sex play was when she bent me over and fucked me in the ass with aggression.
The ten-inch, strap-on, black dildo reminded me of Gunna, and that brought me to the peak that I had been desperately needing.
We lay in the bed floating in the middle of the day.
I didn’t know what time it was, what month or day of the week it was.
This was my life now, and I settled for it.
I wanted desperately to be back on top, rolling in cash.
Now I was broken and heartbroken, preparing myself to go rob my mother, who had been the only person that always had my back.
You had to filter your mind when it came to doing dirty shit.
Deep down, you knew it was wrong, but you always found reasoning to do the dirty deed.
I felt my mom owed me; I gave her money while knowing damn well Beast had my mom covered.
All the money he had, so I knew he would have her ass covered for a long ass time.
So now, I needed back all that bread. She couldn’t have spent it all.
I needed enough bread to get my own spot and another car.
I was tired of feeling miserable as fuck. I was ready for some new thrills and to heal my heart of Gunna. I needed to find a new man and a new state to take over so I could do my thing.
Imade sure it was in the middle of the night when I crept through my momma’s backyard.
My high was coming down, and I was starting to become agitated.
I wanted to just go in and take her whole stash, then leave out in peace.
All of the lights were out, which meant she was asleep.
Since everything went down, she had her locks changed, so I was not able to just go inside through the front door.
The back door that she rarely used was still the same, and I had the key to that door.
Satisfied that everything was quiet when I entered, I made my way to her basement, where her safe and expensive jewels were locked up at.
I could smell my mother’s scent throughout her whole house, so it made me feel like she was constantly near me.
Taking in a deep breath, I went inside her cold ass basement and entered the code to her safe.
The last time I took money from her, it was her purse.
She always had a couple of stacks inside.
This time I didn’t need her little play money.
I needed enough to get me by for a couple of months and to get on my feet.
Scratching at my arm, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and opened up the safe with no problem.
She never changed the codes to it, which made things easier for me.
Shaking off the paranoia that I felt, I took off the MCM backpack.
I opened it as quietly as I could and started dumping stacks of money inside the bag.
I started to feel giddy inside because I knew this would be enough to get me right and last me for a while.
I no longer felt guilty. Leandra’s selfish ass had money saved and stored in different offshore accounts that my brother knew nothing about.
She had money buried everywhere; she was just as rich as Praise.
I was the only one suffering, and nobody gave a fuck about it but Rebecca, so in my mind, I was looking out for her and me.
After I cleared the safe, I zipped the backpack back up with shaky hands as I slung it back over my shoulder.
The weight of the bag let me know I had a shitload of cash.
This would probably be the last time I stepped foot into my momma’s house.
Deep down, I knew she would somehow forgive me.
All I had to do was come back around begging for forgiveness and tell her how I was going to seek therapy and rehab.
She thought that shit was the answer to everything.
Closing the basement door softly, I practically tiptoed down the hallway.
All I had to do was make it out this bitch.
I didn’t want to argue or get into any altercations with Leandra.
She would be hard to handle if she caught me at this very moment.
As soon as I passed up the kitchen and attempted to make my way to the back door, the lights came on, and my stomach dropped. My mom was standing there with a cigarette dangling from her dark brown lips as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared hard at me.
“What the fuck are you doing creeping in my house this late, Michael?”
She looked at the backpack I had on my shoulder. I swallowed down hard and tried to give a small smile.
“I was just grabbing some of my things, Ma.”
Shaking her head as she chuckled softly, tears welled up in her eyes.
“Never in a million years would I think my own son would steal from me, right under my nose! Here I am begging Praise to spare your worthless ass life, and you up in my home stealing from me, Michael! Unhand my shit, boy!” Now she was yelling.
I started to get antsy and anxious. I was excited about all the cash I had recovered.
I also needed my next hit soon. The withdrawals from heroin were no joke.
“Look, Ma, I’m really trying to do this shit the easy way with you…” I scratched at my arm as I felt the sweat trickle from my forehead down to my nose.
“This is my money! I gave you money to hold for me over the years, and now I need the shit back. I ain’t unhanding shit!
Now get the fuck out the way and let me through, or I’ll force my way through,” I gritted.
I didn’t want to disrespect my mom. She always had my back and spoiled me, but now she was forcing my hand.
I was ready to go. I had Rebecca and my connect waiting to drop off my drugs.
I was ready to get high as hell and ride my own wave.
Marching right up to me, she slapped me hard, causing me to grab at my face.
It felt like my shit was on fire. Leandra didn’t stop there.
She burnt me on my forehead with her cigarette, practically putting the fire out against my skin.
I screamed, then balled my fist up and hit her ass back, sending her flying backwards and stumbling hard into the back door.
She winced in pain and gave me a murderous look as I smiled at her and tried to take a step around her.
“You bitch ass nigga!” she yelled as she grabbed me by my leg and bit down hard into my ankle.
She had a death grip as I tried to shake her off my leg, and I ended up falling beside her.
She moved slower than me but was fast enough to gain an advantage.
She tried to swing on me with all her might.
I let her get her hits off just because she was my so-called mom.
At this point, I was not trying to fight with her.
I just wanted the money and to get the fuck out of her hair.
“Why you got to make this so fucking hard? You got millions! I don’t got shit! You are acting like Praise won’t replace what the fuck I took!”
She ignored everything I said as she continued her assault.
Growing tired of all the weak-ass punches she was delivering, I balled my fist and knocked her ass the fuck out.
One hit to the chin sent her ass snoring.
I picked her heavy ass up and dropped her on the couch, then left out the front door.
I felt like shit, but she brought it on herself.
She couldn’t lie and tell Praise that she wasn’t warned multiple times.
Once I was back inside my car, I decided that I couldn’t wait to get high.
I made a phone call and made my way to a local nigga that worked the blocks.
I was about to sniff the shit now and wait until I got home to have Rebecca shoot me up once we bought more product.
I desperately needed to get high and drunk, so I could forget all about the shit that took place between my mom and me.