Ain't no hitta like the one I got: part one Read online

  He looked at me and his eyes, roam, up my body and lingered on my chest.

  “Yo, Willemena, get the fuck in the room, standing there like that? The blankets are in the closet in the hallway, get one, and hurry up and get the fuck back in the room.” With that, he closed his eyes again.

  I ran and got the blanket, got in the room and closed the door. I started to cry on the pillow and I didn’t even know why. What is wrong with me? I felt like leaving but where the fuck was I going to go? I decide to leave anyway, I don’t know what was happening but whatever it is, it wasn’t good and I just felt stupid. I quietly put on my sweats, hoodie, and I put the rest of my things in my garbage bag, and I headed towards the front door, I really didn’t want to go, but I felt like I fucked up and I just wanted to get away. Just as I put my hand on the door, I heard his voice behind me.

  “Where are you going Willemena?”

  “I am leaving.”

  He gently grabbed my arm, “Listen, I am sorry for cursing at you earlier.”

  I turned around and looked at him, and I just started to cry and he held me, and then he released me, and he titled my chin up, “You are a nice young girl, never give no nigga your body, unless they deserve it, I didn’t like that move that you made in there earlier. Your body is your temple; keep that for the right person. I don’t need no payment for you staying here, I am not that type of nigga, you heard me?”

  I shook my head yes.

  “Now, please unpack your things, and go to bed.”

  I turned back in around and went back inside of his room and got in bed, and he went back out into the living room and within seconds, I was fast asleep. It was good knowing that you feel wanted; I just wish it was my mother that wanted me back home.

  The next morning I was abruptly waken by the curtains being opened by Paper, I shielded my eyes and looked up at him. “What are you doing?”

  “Rise and shine, it’s morning Monday. You told me that you are 17, so I know that your ass is enrolled in some type of school, so it’s time to get up and get ready. What school do you go to?”

  “Kennedy High school,” I said sitting up in bed. Now I know that this nigga ain’t about to make me go to school after I had that fight the other day, and all that is going on, shit little does he know, I am not going but I looked in my garbage of clothes to make him think that I was looking for something to wear.

  “Oh yeah,” he said getting up and walking towards his closet, “I got something for you.” He came back with Louis Vuitton luggage, unzipped it, and it was filled with a whole bunch of beautiful fly shit.

  “Give me that garbage bag; I am throwing that shit away. From now on, this stuff right here belongs to you.”

  I was perplexed, as I picked up the clothing, “This is generous of you Paper, but I am not going to wear your bitch’s clothes.”

  “For one, these clothes don’t belong to my girl, I got it for you. I know that you can fit this shit, so get dressed. And here, but these earrings on,” He said handing me a pair of five carat diamonds.

  My eyes widened at the sight of the jewelry, now when my dad was alive, he would hit my mother off with mad bread for me, but she would never buy me no expensive shit like this. She would spend most of the money on her, but I never really got upset like that because I just wanted her to be happy. When I put those shits in my ear, it was heavy as fuck, and then as I started looking farther into the suitcase full of clothes, I came across the picture of a pretty woman, that looked to be the same body size as me, holding a baby and standing next to a smiling man.

  “Look Paper, I can’t accept this,” I said putting the stuff back into the suitcase, “It was a good a gesture but I am good, give me back my bag,” I said looking around for the garbage that he took away from me a few minutes ago.

  “Listen Willemena, you need better things, so I got them for you. You can’t fault a nigga for trying to help you. You need these things more than that bitch. She good, she can easily get more, you are having it hard right now and I am just trying to make it better for you.”

  “Yeah, I feel you but why?” I asked him.

  “Don’t worry about why, just get ready for school, I will be out in the living room waiting for you so hurry up.”

  It was the way that he showed some compassion, and the fact that he wanted to take charge and help me, that had me in the bathroom and getting dressed in the bitch with the baby’s clothes, and what do you know, the stretch jeans, and moschino top fit me like a glove, hugging curves I didn’t even know my body had. I found a blow dryer in the bathroom, and decided to dry my hair, and let my curly long tresses flow down my back. I put on a little of his grandmother’s pink lipstick, and I admired how the diamonds sparkled in my ear that Paper gave me. A bitch might have a good day after all, I thought to myself as I met Paper out in the living room.

  Paper, nodded his approval and we were on our way out, when his grandmother gave me a smile from the kitchen table, I really liked her, she reminded me of how I would want my grandmother to be, that is if I had one. When we left out of the building, the air was crisp and brisk, but the designer coat that Paper gave me, kept me warm as we waited for the bus. Paper sparked up a blunt at the bus stop, and I just stared at him, with his Army fatigue jacket, brand new jays and his New York City fitted cap. No he didn’t have a brand new car, and all of that, but the way that he carried himself, you could tell that he was just “that nigga.” Sometimes it wasn’t about what you had but the way that you carried yourself, and it was just that way in high school. Some of the most popular kids didn’t have anything, but they were funny, and had a certain air about themselves that just drove people to them.

  The bus came in to time, and we rode in it in silence. When we reached our stop, we got off and walked the remaining two blocks. When we got the building, he pulled out two twenties and gave them to me. “Take this” he said. I did, and I walked into the building, when I looked back, he was still standing there watching me.

  The bell had just started to ring for first period, so I reluctantly made my slow shuffle to the staircase with the billions of other students rushing this way and that.

  My day was actually going good until around fourth period when I decided to go to the bathroom and that’s when the fucking dramatics begun. Shawna, Daphney and a couple other who give a fuck about bitches, were in there, I could have turned and walked back out but I didn’t. I refuse to let these chicks think that they had any kind of power over me, I mean Daphney was cool , but the rest of the girls could get it, but anyway, I went into one of the stalls closed it and when I actually started peeing that’s when that loud mouth bitch Shawna opened her mouth. “It smells like wet dog in this bitch, I don’t know this school allows trash ass, half breed smuts in here.” All of the girls burst out laughing and I heard them clear out of the bathroom and leave, I didn’t even sweat that small shit, that bitch was speaking in subliminal, as long she wasn’t saying no shit to my face directly, I wasn’t going to approach her. I got out of the stall, wash my hands and went to my next class which was Government; my favorite class. I loved studying the political aspect of the pass and present and how it affects our world. I have thought about going into journalism when I get an adult and writing and traveling the world and writing about such things, but right now my future seemed so clouded with how my situation is. I will be turning 18 soon, does my mother even care or think about me, probably now, the bell sounded and I was off to my next period feeling unsure about life. My next period was lunch, so I made my way through the crowd, got some salad and a milk, and that’s when Daphney, sat beside me. She had another lunch period from the other girls, that’s how I knew she was cool because we chat from time to time in the cafeteria. I stuck a fork in my salad as she started off with her drama, “To be honest Willemena, I don’t know why Shawna fucks with you like that. She doesn’t even talk to Jason like that, so I don’t know what her problem is?”

  “So why do you even fuck with like that t
hen?” I said before stuffing my mouth with food and looking at her for emphasis.

  “Because it ain’t shit else to do and our mothers are friends.”

  “Whatever Daphney, you are allowed to make your own choices. If you like the bitch, you like the bitch simple as that.” I said looking at her chocolate smooth skin and heart shaped lips, Daphney was pretty and had naturally curly thick hair that she often wore up on her head in a big pony tail, with baby hair laid precisely around her edges. She picked up her pizza and took a big bite.

  “I don’t know how you eat that shit, school lunch is fucking nasty,” I said laughing at her.

  “Whatever bitch, when you are hungry, this shit hits the spot.” We both laughed, “Are you going to talk to Jason?”

  I thought about what she said for a minute, Jason was mad cute, but my feelings were kind of changing within the past couple of days. I really didn’t know.

  “I am not sure, why did you ask me that?”

  “Word has been going around that he might ask you out.”

  “Well, when the time comes I will think about it, but as of now, me and that nigga is just cool.”

  “Ok, so what’s up with all of this fly ass gear, those earrings are nice are real nice too, are they real?”

  “No, I lied, “Just some fake shit I picked up at the dollar store.” I thought about Paper and smiled but I knew better than to let bitches in on my business.

  “That’s what’s up, I need to buy me a pair, those shits are sparkling like crazy, anyway, I gotta get to my next class early so I gotta go.”

  I got up and dumped my plate as well. My next couple of classes breezed by and before I knew it, it was time to leave, on my way out, I bumped into Jason, and just seeing him made my heart skip a beat. This nigga was looking so fresh today in his adidas track suit, fresh shoes and haircut.

  “Aye, Yo Willemena wait up,” he yelled to me.

  I smiled, turned around and waited for him.

  “Let me hold ya books, for you,” he said taking my bag, “Imma walk you home if you don’t mind, or we can take the bus, what eva’s clever.”

  I was cool with that because I didn’t feel like carrying that heavy ass book bag and I dam sure didn’t feel like going home by myself. He gave a couple of niggas a dap as we made our way out of the school and into the crisp March air. As we were walking down the stairs, I felt someone looking at me, so when I turned my head to look, my eyes locked with Paper’s. What was he doing here I thought to myself? He flung his cigarette on the ground and approached me and Jason. My heart was pounding because he didn’t look friendly.

  “What’s good Willemena, get your books, we out.”

  I looked at Jason, to get my bag, he gave it to me, “Yo you good?” he asked me.

  “Don’t be asking her any question young blood, yeah she good.”

  I just took my bag and walked off and after a few stares, Paper followed. I really don’t understand what just happened or why Paper was even at my school picking me up like I was a fucking child. He and I walked in silence for a few blocks, and then he looked at me and asked me, “Who that fuck is that nigga? Ya man?”

  “No.”

  “Then why is carrying your books and shit?”

  “I don’t know, he’s just being friendly. Can’t niggas carry my books?” We got on the bus and drove in silence. I don’t know what is wrong with him and I didn’t question him. When we got back to his house, he walked in and gave his grandmother a kiss and we both went into his room, I was on the bed and turned on his T.V and he sat in the chair, he was staring at me, but when he got a text on his phone, his whole demeanor started to change, and he started smirking and texting back and he was going back and forth on his phone for like an hour while I pretended to watch T.V. Who was this nigga texting anyway? I thought to myself. He went out of the room, and sat on the couch and continued texting and I am not going to lie, I was a bit annoyed. After a while he came back into the room.

  “Listen, I am about to be out, if you need anything just tell ask my grandmother.”

  “Where are you going Paper?”

  “None of your business.”

  “Whatever, probably about to go out there and rob somebody else and get your ass in trouble.”

  “Listen little girl, I am about to go pull out a nine, and trust me, it ain’t no gun,” He smirked at me, and I just sat there looking at him. “What?” He said looking at me, “A bitch can’t hold my dick just like a nigga was holding your book bag?”

  I just looked at him, I really didn’t have nothing to say, I was confused at what was even happening here.

  “I am out,” He said and left. And I just stayed on the bed watching T.V. as evening turning to into midnight and midnight into the next morning. Paper never came home that night.

  Complicated

  Paper

  I was at Tiffany’s house laying back on her bed, rubbing her hair while I was getting head but I couldn’t concentrate because I kept thinking about Willemena. Shit, I was really beginning to feel her, but she was way too young. She’s only 17, shit I couldn’t fuck with her like that, it would be crazy.

  “Paper, what’s wrong?” Tiffany took my dick out of her mouth and started spitting on it and stroking my shit. She rubbed her big nipples across the sensitive head of my dick, and just thinking about seeing Willemena’s titties the other night made my dick rock hard.

  “Zzzzz ahhhh, just like that shorty, “ I moaned once she put my dick back in her mouth, my dick was feeling so saucy and good in shorty’s mouth, I felt like I was minutes away from busting as I closed my eyes, but before I knew it, Tiffany had jumped up on my dick and was riding it. She was fucking my shit just right and I felt the nut building in the head of my dick, “Ahhhh, shorty get up, I am about to bust.” But she didn’t listen, she did some shit with her pussy, and next thing I knew she had me nutting in her pussy hard.

  “Fuck Tiffany! Get the fuck up what are you doing?”

  “Nothing, we fucked like this the last time, so I don’t see the problem now.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t nut in you, I pulled out.”

  “Whatever it seemed like you liked it to me.”

  “That’s not the point, fuck it, it’s getting late, I gotta go, the trains and shit be running slow at this time,” I said getting up and fixing my clothes. Next thing I knew it looked like shorty was starting to cry. “Yo Tiffany, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you crying and shit,” I asked her.

  “Cause you always just be coming over here to fuck me, but you never spend time with me or spend the night and I feel fucked up about that shit. Can you please spend the night with me, I will let you drive my car home tomorrow and you can hold it for a couple of days.”

  Wow, was this chick really saying I could hold her whip? Say no more, a nigga stripped down to his boxers and shorty put Netflix on the T.V, and I held her and was starting to doze off. I wonder what Willemena was doing? I don’t even know why I was thinking about her when she was probably dealing with that young nigga I caught her with in when she was coming out of her school. But to be honest, she did belong with that young nigga because he was her own age. I drifted off to sleep for the whole night. I woke up the next morning with Tiffany kissing me with her big ass juicy lips, and her rubbing her wet ass pussy on the head of my dick, dumb turned on, I took my hand and put my dick in shorty, and let her do her thing and came all up in that pussy again, her pussy sucked up all of my cum. I am not going to lie, Tiffany did have some good ass pussy, but that was it. It was really just a fuck thing, I didn’t even know shit else about her, and I really even didn’t feel a connection with her; I only spent the night because she said I could hold the whip.

  “Shorty, I gotta go now”, I said tapping her on the butt.

  “Ok, Paper”, Tiffany said lazily, “The keys are right there on my night table”.

  “Dam”, I am kind of broke too, I know you are going to need gas and shit, “I lied.

 
“Go in my purse right over there on that chair and get sixty dollars out of there.”

  I did what she said and I left out of her house, took the alarm on the car, and before I knew it I was cruising down the highway and on the way back to Brooklyn. After I parked and got back to my building, it was 10:00, so I knew that Willemena was already gone for school. I came in the apartment and gave my grandmother a kiss; she was sitting at the table, writing down lottery numbers as usual. The kitchen smelled of hash brown and smoked sausage. A nigga’s stomach was grumbling hard as I walked into my room and saw that the bed was made up nicely and Willemena was gone. Satisfied, I walked back into the kitchen, grandma, I am about to fix me a plate, do you want me to make you some?”

  “No honey, you just eat you some.”

  I sat down at the table adjacent to her and dug into my plate.

  “So tell me about this young girl that you be having here in the house.”

  “What about her Grandma?”

  “Well what are your intentions with her? Do you like this girl?”

  “I don’t know Grandma; I am just helping her that’s all.”