Chapter 9
(Numb Numb/Juvenile)
“I used to do it too, but I had to let it go. I can’t get loaded. I’m lil woddie that supply the coke.”
“Lazy, is that all you do?”
I sat up on the couch and glanced at Jahrein. It was the middle of the day, and I was relaxing. The kids were in daycare, and I was taking full advantage of the peace and quiet.
I scratched my head. “Anyways.”
He stepped over to the couch, and stared at me.
I frowned. “What the hell are you looking at?”
He gave me that gorgeous grin that I loved so much. “Get up.” he gave me a hand, and helped me to my feet.
“What?” I asked confusingly.
He knelt down, kissing my lips. “Umm. Go get dressed.”
My clit thumped. “For what?”
He slapped my booty. “Like Nike, just do it, baby.”
“Quit.” I giggled, as I headed to our bedroom.
I quickly slid into a pair of skin tight light blue denim Express jeans, accompanied with a white Express belly shirt. I wore my hair down, and eased my pedicured feet into a pair of Express sandals.
I was giving myself a once over, when I noticed Jahrein in the mirror. He was staring at my ass. I whirled around with my hands on my hips. “What are you looking at?”
He licked his lips. “Come here.” he growled, as he pulled me in by my belt loop. He palmed my booty, and smothered me with sweet kisses. I was lost in the kiss, until I felt him unzip my pants.
“Jah...why would you tell me to get dressed and then...” he silenced me with his tongue. We somehow fell back into the bed. His breathing became erratic, as his hands roamed my body. He barbarically yanked my clothes off.
“Jah...Jah...Jah, waitttttt.” I squealed, as his tongue lapped up my clit. “Shitttt.” I tooted my lips, as I cocked my legs into the air. I swayed my hips, fucking his face.
A few minutes later, I found myself mounting him backwards. Feeling a little frisky, I cupped his balls while I slid up and down his dick.
“Damn.” I watched his toes curl, as he gripped my ass cheeks.
I slammed down on him, before rotating my hips. He was balls deep, causing me to feel all of him.
“Fuck.” I purred, as I did squats on him.
“Wait, bab...wait, baby.” he sat up, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I giggled, knowing that meant that he was about to bust, prematurely. But I was cool, having already cum twice. So, I tightened my muscles around him, causing him to jerk inside of me.
“Shiiittt.” he blurted, squeezing me tightly.
“Damn.” I moaned, feeling him kissing my back.
“Muah.” he kissed my cheek. “Damn, I love you.”
A chill ran down my spine, as I relaxed in his embrace.
“Come on. Let's go take a shower.” he commanded, before releasing me. He then stood, and pulled me out of the bed. He wrapped his arms around me, and walked us slowly to the bathroom.
Together we showered, before redressing. I threw my Express ensemble back on, and he placed on a simple Ralph Lauren unit, and out the door we went.
The sun was shining brightly, as we cruised Houston's streets. The day was beautiful, the birds were chirping, and I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.
Jahrein gently held and caressed my hand, as he used the other to steer the Lac. Soon, we found ourselves in southwest Houston. We were creeping slowly in a fairly new subdivision.
“Boy, who lives out here?”
He gave me a sneaky grin, as he pulled into the driveway of a one-storied home with a two car garage. I frowned in confusion. “Seriously Jahrein, who lives here?”
He licked his lips. “Answer this for me, mama.”
“What's up?”
“You love living in the projects?”
I waved my head.
“Are you ready for a change?”
I nodded.
“Are you worthy of a better life?”
“Of course.”
“Well, act like you know.” he chuckled, before tossing a set of keys into my lap. “Welcome home, mama.”
My jaw dropped. “Noo, Jahrein.”
He nodded with a huge Koolaid smile. “Yeah girl. This is us.”
Tears formed in my eyes, as I gazed at our very first house, all nestled away in the suburbs. Life was crazy. People had written us off as kids having kids, but what they didn't know was that I had a real man. At that very moment I realized that he was dead serious about this us thing.
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Living in the burbs was a complete change of pace. There were no more frequent knocks at the door, or drama to witness. After a few weeks I couldn't take it, anymore. So, I linked up with Shell, and got myself involved into something I never envisioned myself doing.
“Yeah Raven, you can’t handle this shit. This here is for women.” Shell teased.
“Bitch please. Anything that you do I can do better.” I blasted.
“Now, you know that Jahrein will kick your ass. You can’t do shit without his permission.” she jabbed at me. She was forever fucking with me about Jahrein. She would always remind me of how controlling he was, and how he had me scared to live.
I was with Shell at her sister’s apartment. Those hoes were lifted and I kind of wanted to get on their level. I knew that taking drugs was flirting with danger. I was just so tired of people assuming that I didn’t have the guts to go against the grain.
“What the hell are y’all on, anyway?” I asked Sheena, Shell’s sister.
“Something that you can’t handle.” she replied.
“Let me be the judge of that.” I told her.
“Raven, please. You just started smoking weed. How you just gon jump in the big leagues?”
“Bitch, let me try that shit.” I said seriously.
“Fuck it.” Sheena hunched her shoulders.
She pulled out this small package of white powder.
She then poured it out on the table. She used a card to organize the shit in lines.
She then rolled up a dollar bill and placed it up to her nose and sniffed the cocaine.
“You see how I’m doing it? That’s what you gotta do. ” she instructed.
I wanted to walk on the wild side so I tried it. I hit one line and I didn’t feel shit so I hit another then another. After the third hit I was fucked up. I had never been that high in my life. I felt like taking both broads into my arms and giving them huge hugs. I had found myself a new friend.
Shell was laughing and clapping her hands as she talked on her cell phone.
I guess that I was amusing to the crazy bitch.
“Oh shit. Jahrein would shit bricks if he knew what your ass was doing. I guess, little Raven trying to act bad. Now all you need is a nigga on the side. Then you can really fuck with a bitch like me. What? No, nigga. I was talking to my home girl. I don’t know if you can come though. Where your wife at?”
I had to laugh myself. The last thing I wanted to do was be anything like Shell.
She hopped from man to man. One bad relationship after another.
And when she wasn’t in a relationship she was fucking someone else’s man.
Her life was anything, but perfect but I found myself sometimes envying how carefree her life could be.
If anything I wanted to know what that felt like.
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After I acquired a taste for cocaine I started stealing again.
I figured that I wouldn’t be spending too much of my own money that way.
It wasn’t hard to do since I was no longer in school.
I decided to go ahead and get my G.E.D. I passed it on the first try.
I could’ve stayed in school but it was becoming so boring.
I felt so much older than the other students there.
My kids were in daycare, so I still had plenty of free time on my hands.
Jahrein was always in the streets, so he didn’t trip as much.
Our home was rather nice, and was in a decent neighborhood.
But I felt like it kept me too far out of the loop.
I was happy that Jah had made a name for himself in the hood and was making some real money, but I didn't appreciate becoming this kept chick. We couldn’t have anybody at our house, and I was supposed to be like a homemaker or something.
That shit was beginning to get on my nerves.
I was turning into a bit of a thrill seeker, so the last place I'd be caught was at the crib.
Things were changing fast. I was now driving a 2001 Toyota 4 Runner and he drove a 2001 Cadillac Deville.
I gave all of my furniture away when we moved into our home.
Jah bought all new shit. I kept my Honda, though.
Man, you never know. Jah could start tripping, and try to take my truck since he was paying for it. I had to have my ass covered.
I had plenty of freedom and I didn’t know what to do with myself.
I wasn’t weighed down with my kids every minute of the day, and I didn’t have Jah breathing down my neck.
He was probably out there fucking around, but it had gotten to the point where I really didn’t care.
It wasn’t that I didn’t love him; I had just come to the conclusion that niggas will be niggas.
I was the flyest bitch around, anyway. I knew that my man wasn’t going anywhere. I had the looks, the brains, and the pussy. What bitch could top that?
That day I decided to go chill on the cut with April.
She told me that she wanted to get a pack.
I kind of was in the mood to get fucked up, so I agreed to go half.
We were about to go get a twenty pack of cocaine.
I preferred for her to cop it. I didn’t like muthafuckas in my business.
A few times I had just taken a little from Jah’s stash, but I didn’t want to make a habit of that.
So, I picked her ass up and we were off to Bring Hurst, a street in the heart of the Fifth.
I dropped her off where she could get the good.
I made a block to make sure that I wasn’t just sitting in front of a dope house.
April went to Tae’s grandmother’s house.
Ms. Ednis had handle bars, but her boyfriend had soft. Rico’s shit was pretty damn good.