What Would You Do: Chapter 5

Kandy

“Damn…that feels so fucking good, K. Do that shit girl.” If I had a specialty besides what I did on the stage, it was definitely what I did in the bedroom. I had never been the smartest chick on the planet.

In fact, my mama had tried to put me in remedial classes early on. She said something was wrong with my brain. She claimed I had evil spirits in me. When I was younger, she would lock me inside her closet when she went to the store. She didn’t want to take me anywhere for fear that my “evilness would be seen”.

She said the fact that my titties and ass appeared when I was only in the fourth grade was evidence that I was the devil’s daughter. No harmless little girl would have had a body that developed that fast, according to her. She was full of shit.

When I was in the seventh grade, I had finally had enough of her shit. She had stopped feeding me. She said that God was condemning her for feeding the devil’s child. She told me that every day I was looking more like my father and that was evidence that I would be nothing but a murderous sinner like him. She would whip my ass every day with her leather belt and even pistol whip me with her gun for ‘sins that she knew I’d committed’ that day.

Every day she told me that I was pure evil and she kept me out of school so that I could stay locked in the closet all day, not getting any food or water. I wouldn’t hear a thing for days, it seemed. Then, every now and then, she would open the door to see if I had died yet.

One day, she opened the door up and it was all that I needed. I used all the force that was in me to rush at it once it was open. I caught her off guard and she fell back on her ass. I grabbed a bookend from the top of the dresser next to the closet and crawled on top of her. Before she could react, I brought the bookend down on her forehead. I hit her over and over and over on her forehead until I was no longer hitting on top of her head, but through it.

Once I was finished, I dialed 911 and laid up on top of my mother’s chest and cuddled her until I heard the alarms grow from faint to near. When the police found me, I was severely malnourished, dehydrated and covered in my mother’s blood and brain matter.

A brief stint in a mental institution until I turned eighteen and I was released to live out the rest of my life on my own. I had no idea what to do to make money, but I figured since I had been fucking for favors in the institution, I might as well continue that profession on the outside. Soon I found my way to the strip-club and it was curtains from there. I invented the story about being a college drop-out and reinvented my life.

“Can’t nobody do this dick like you, girl. Never…in…my…life…no one!” I closed my eyes and continued bouncing on the dick that was being pushed harder into me and I could tell that he was about to come. He gripped me tightly around my ass and while letting out a loud howl, he came so hard that I could feel his seed swooshing wildly through me.

“There ain’t nothing in the world like that shit you have right there, girl. I ain’t fucking with you. Damn.” Jace reached over to grab his cellphone off of my nightstand. It had been vibrating non-stop since he arrived at my spot and I knew it had to be Jizzy. She was my girl, but she was hella thirsty.

“Jizzy been blowing up your phone, huh?” I asked him as I laid back on the headboard of the bed and grabbed a freshly rolled blunt out of the top drawer of my nightstand.

“Hell, yeah.” Jace responded as he scrolled through his messages. I peeked over and tried to read a few but he snatched the phone away. “Man, mind your fucking business!” He curled up his nose at me. “And you know I don’t like it when you smoke that shit.” I didn’t respond. I  just took another pull off the blunt and exhaled slowly.

“If you would move me out of this shit and over to where you keep Princess Jizz, then I would stop.” I could barely finish my sentence before he sighed loudly.

“Dammit, K! You know I said I’m working on it. Shit…I done gave you all the money to get all this new shit in here. What you gone do with this spot if you move?” Jace rolled off the bed and started grabbing his clothes off the floor. He fanned at the smoke that was floating towards his face.

“Man, I hate when you smoke that shit!”

“I’m keeping this spot. You know I need somewhere for my baby sister to stay,” I lied. I didn’t have no baby sister. I didn’t have any other siblings at all, but Jace ain’t know that. I wanted to keep this place so I would have another spot to fuck niggas to keep my cash flow going.

“Your baby sister gone give me some pussy, too?” Jace smirked at me and I threw a pillow at his head. “I’m just saying. If she gone be ballin’ off my back, I might need some ass.” He pulled his shirt over his head and I rolled my eyes.

“You need to figure out what you gone do to your girl. I’m not down with being your side bitch for too much longer.” I took one last pull of the blunt before pressing the head against the top of the nightstand to put it out.

“The fuck you doing? Next you gone be asking for some fucking bedroom furniture, huh?” He walked over to the nightstand and used his hand to rub at the mark on the wood. “And didn’t I tell you to stop talking shit about Jizzy?”

He turned towards me and I frowned at his glare. I rolled my eyes and was about to remind him that he was over in my bed more than hers, but I swallowed my words when he pulled back and punched me dead in the chest.

The force of the blow made my head snap back and hit the headboard of the bed. I had an immediate migraine and my ears started ringing. I opened my eyes just in time to see Jace pulling his belt out of his pants.

“All this fuckin’ shit that I pay for in here and you wanna act up because I don’t put your bitch ass in a house?” He grabbed me by my neck and flipped me over onto my stomach. I groaned loudly at the pain magnifying in my head. But I didn’t have much time to think about it before I felt the sting of leather across my back-side.

“Fucccck!” I screamed into the pillow that he pushed my face into.

“Next time…you even…THINK about… talking shit… make sure…you remember…who is… paying for…your ass to LIVE!” With each word, the belt came crashing down on me and I jumped from the stinging that it made.

The only thing that I could think about was when my mama had done the same thing to me so many years ago. She had whipped me until I was unconscious one day and when I woke up, my body was covered with Vaseline and I was locked, once again, in the fucking closet.

“Now, I’m about to leave and get shit together for tonight. You have to put on a show and that’s the only reason I didn’t tear your ass up like I felt like doing. Put something on them fucking marks on your back so they don’t swell up.”  I just laid there with my head pushed into the pillow until I heard Jace walk out of the room and exit out the front door.

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