Chapter 2 #3
After Dexz ate, he showered. Kayla met him in the living room. She had slow music on. She wore a black lingerie teddy and fluffy slippers. Her body was banging, and she had Dexz’s dick hard as a rock.
“You ready for this pussy, baby?” Kayla asked with a seductive smile as she sashayed to Dexz.
“You know I am.” He bit down on his bottom lip, and she snatched off his towel.
Kayla crawled over to him and grabbed his erect manhood.
She wasted no time licking his tip and making her way down to his balls.
Dexz felt the tension release from his body as she catered to his stick.
Every time he had sex, his mind went blank.
That was the only time he wasn’t thinking, but his pleasure was interrupted when his phone vibrated on the table.
When he looked at it, it was Burner Man.
He answered immediately while Kayla still went to work on him.
“Aye, my nigga, I just got to your house, and it’s a mess. You need to get here ASAP.”
Dexz hung up his phone and stood up, causing Kayla to fall back.
“What’s going on, Dexz? Did I bite you?” she asked with a confused look on her face as she wiped the corners of her mouth.
“It’s my mama. I’ll be by tomorrow.” Dexz grabbed a pair of sweats and a T-shirt from her dresser and rushed out of the house.
When he got to the house, no police had arrived yet.
He rushed in and saw Burner Man standing over his mother’s dead body in the kitchen.
She had blood flowing from her head while still gripping the .
22 gun he had given her. Dexz’s thoughts began to race, but he couldn’t react or even move.
He just stood there gazing at her. Shit had really gone bad in his mother’s life.
“I’m sorry, lil bro. When I pulled up, the door was open. I rushed in and saw her laid out. Nobody was here.” Burner Man looked at Dexz. He had never been through such a thing, so he could only imagine how Dexz was feeling about standing over his mother’s dead body.
“I gotta call the cops and see if I can find her sister. I knew this shit was going to happen when I wasn’t looking.” Dexz walked off, leaving Burner Man in the kitchen. His life was in shambles. He had no choice but to call the cops and have them remove her body.
As he sat in his room, dialing 911, he looked at his bed. A folded letter sat on top of his pillow. He reached for it as the operator answered.
“Hello, 911, my mother was killed. I need someone here fast.”
The operator asked for his address. He gave it to her, and then hung up. Dexz opened the letter and began reading. The handwriting was in neat cursive.
Dear Dexten Jr.,
I’m sorry you had to go through so much with your nothing-ass parents, but I wanted to let you know none of this was your fault.
I’ve watched you grow from a small boy into a teenager, and I've realized you're nothing like your family. We let you live because we wanted to give you a chance to take these events that happened to your father as a lesson so you can become an honest man. You don’t need them, and always remember that business is business, never personal.
Signed,
Anonymous.
Dexz frowned at the letter and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn’t know how to feel about what they said, but what they went through was a life lesson. His parents’ killer wrote him a letter letting him know nothing was his fault and to move on with his life.
How? He thought. He was alone, his parents were gone, and now he was stuck in California.
Burner Man was gone when he walked back into the kitchen, but he knew why he left so quickly.
Burner Man was hot in the streets, and the police surrounded the house, crowding Dexz’s living room.
When he made his way to the living room, he was stopped by a detective, who asked him a million questions.
Dexz simply told them he had no clue what happened, and that the same thing happened to his father in New York, but his body went missing.
The police constantly asked him questions he didn’t want to answer about his parents, so he started lying.
“Well, we’re going to take you to the station so you can talk to a social worker and see if they can place you in foster care.”
Before Dexz could say anything, Rhonda walked up, waving a piece of paper.
“You don’t need to do that. Before his mother died, she made me his guardian.” She handed the paper to the police officer.
Rhonda had written up a fake promissory note before she came outside. She had heard the gunshots, but she was scared and didn’t want to come out. She saw the police come, but knew they weren’t going to do anything but dump him at some crowded group home, so she stepped in.
Dexz was released to Rhonda but didn’t stay at her place.
He was in the streets, at Kayla’s, or staying in the back house of his house that was now a crime scene.
He had to wrap his thoughts around what was going on, so staying away from everybody was best for him.
He figured he’d move in and start over with Rhonda after his mother’s funeral.