A Child of a Crackhead (17 page)

He had crept down to the basement and went to the hiding place that he followed his mother to one day. He grabbed one of the guns and ran back upstairs in hopes to stop his father from killing the people he loved.

“Why couldn’t you stay away and leave us alone?” Michael asked. “Go away daddy.

Go away.” Michael said with tears running down his face blocking his vision.

“Boy put down that fucking gun or else.”

Black Ice said. Michael began to shake as he tried to hold the gun steady in his little hands. “Boy did you hear what I told you?”

Michael held his breath and used all his might and squeezed the trigger repeatedly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The first two shots hit Black Ice in the chest and the last one in his neck. Black Ice grabbed his neck to stop the blood from gushing out. Black Ice raised his gun and aimed it at Michael.

Bang! Bang! Two shots fired

simultaneously by both the gun Michael held and Black Ice held. The bullet from Michael’s gun went into Black Ice’s head killing him instantly, but not before the bullet coming from Black Ice’s gun hit Michael’s chest sending him flying back.

“No! Lord No!” Rachel screamed as she watched her son get knocked down by the bullet. She used the last of her strength and lifted herself off the floor and limped over Black Ice’s body and to Michael, who was squirming on the floor. Rachel knelt down and held Michael in her arms. “It’ll be okay baby. Just hold on baby.” Rachel cried as she held him closer to her body and began to rack back and forth.

“See mommy I told you I’d protect you.” Michael said and took his last breath and died.

“No! No!” Rachel cried as his body went limp as she continued to hold him and rock back and forth crying.

Chapter 38

“Boy, do you hear me talking to you?” Black Ice said.

Michael snapped back into reality from the vision he was seeing and realized he couldn’t leave his mother alone in the world.

“Boy I’m not going to tell you again.”

Black Ice said.

Michael lowered the gun he was

holding.

“That’s right boy. Now, I’m going to whip your ass and finish beating your stupid ass mother and her bitch ass cousin.” Black Ice walked towards Michael to take the gun out of his hand. All the pain and the hurt he ever felt rushed Michael’s body. He raised the gun and repeatedly pulled the trigger.

Black Ice had no time to react as each bullet hit him making him fall over.

Michael walked over to his father and watched the blood pour out of him. Rachel watched in shock as her son stood over Black Ice and fired a shot in point blank range into Black Ice’s chest killing him.

Michael dropped the gun and ran over to his mother.

“I’m coming mommy. I have to get you and Janet some help.” Michael said.

Rachel was barely able to move as her ribs were broken and so was her arm. Janet wasn’t in much better shape with one leg broken, a few broken ribs, and blood was still pouring out of her gunshot wound to her shoulder. Rachel knew if she didn’t get Janet to the hospital soon she would die from the loss of blood. Rachel used what strength she had to pull Janet up and let her lean on her as they made their way to the front door. Michael held the front door open. He watched as his mother and Janet collapsed at the glass front door.

Police sirens could be heard as the police, ambulance and fire trucks were flying down the street. Michael yelled,

“Help! Help! My mommy and Janet need help!”

“Help her first.” Rachel said to the rescue squad as she was pointing at Janet who was unconscious.

“What happened here, Miss?” There was a call that shots were fired.” The police officer asked.

“He’s inside. He tried to hill us, but my son shot him. He’s dead.” Rachel said.

The officer looked as Michael and wondered how he was able to shoot a grown man. He told the officers what Rachel told him and they rushed into the house while Rachel watched Janet being taken away in the ambulance. Then another ambulance pulled up and the rescue squad came and took Rachel. Michael stay by his mother’s side and held his hand.

Before the ambulance pulled off, an officer ran up to the ambulance and asked Rachel, “Miss, what was the man’s name that did this?”

“Michael Ice Sr.” Rachel replied.

“We found a wallet on a body. It was the only one in there and the ID in the billfold read Jay Jay Conwest. We also found what appeared to be a bulletproof vest with the name Officer Reed stitched in the back of it.

“No! No!” Rachel cried and knew Black Ice got away. “We’re never going to be free.”

“Don’t cry mommy. Don’t cry.” He said while hugging her and feeling her pain.

“We’ll be ready for him mommy. We’ll be ready.” Michael said.

Chapter 39

“We have to control the bleeding. She has lost too much blood.” One of the doctors ordered. “We need to do a STAT cesarean section. This lady is pregnant.”

When the emergency staff got the woman prepped the doctor gently cut her belly and pulled out the baby. The baby cried as it took its first breath of air. Roxy looked at her baby and whispered the name Michael.

Beep! Beep! Beep! The lifeline monitors on Roxy went flat alarming the emergency crew.

“We’re losing her!” The nurse in charge cried out.

“There’s nothing we can do for her.

She had lost too much blood.” The doctor cried as Roxy fell into darkness and death.

Detective Roy watched the whole thing and met the doctor as he walked out of the emergency room.

“You won’t be getting any answers from her Detective Roy.” The doctor said to him. “She lost too much blood and it’s a shame to see a young life lost.”

“What about the baby?” Detective Roy inquired.

“The baby is in withdrawal. The poor thing had crack in his system, but in time he will be okay.

“Does she have any family?”

Detective Roy asked.

“Not that we know of. I think she named the baby, Michael, before she died.

The poor baby will end up in foster care just like any other child of a crack head.”

Child of a Crack Head

Part Two

Ten years later, the hustlers on the corner watched her voluptuous body walk down the sidewalk with another man.

“Damn shorty, your fine as hell.” One of the hustlers yelled out not caring who she was with. The man wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. And they continued to walk down the sidewalk and around the block. As soon as they turned the corner and they were out of sight. He let go of her waist and said, “Bitch didn’t I tell you to walk beside me, not in front of me or behind me?” He said as he slapped her so hard in the face that she went flying to the ground.

“But baby, I was walking beside you.

I can’t help that I have a nice body. The guys are going to look.” She said while crying and rubbing her face.

“What? Bitch, you want to talk bad.”

He bent down and began to punch her furiously in the face and busting her lip and her eye swell shut.

While screaming and crying in pain with each blow, something made the young thug stop his attack on his woman. He turned around to face a man about his age with a machete in his hand.

“Chill Evil this isn’t what it looks like. She tripped and fell.” He said while pointing to his girl on the concrete crying all curled up in a ball.

“You know the rules.” Evil said in a voice that sent chills through the young thug’s spine.

“Wait no! No!” He begged and

pleased with his arms out in front of him to keep Evil at a distance. Not knowing that his pleas were upon a cold hearted and a deaf ear.

Evil raised the machete high in the air and came down on the thug’s arm and chopped his arm right off. “Ahhh!” The thug screamed as blood gushed out of his detached arm. Evil came down again on the thug’s leg chopping it off at the knee.

“Ahhh!” He screamed from the pain and saw it only being held together by just a piece of skin. The young thug turned on to his stomach and started crawling away using his good arm as his girl watched in horror as her man made his way to her legs where she was laying on the ground.

“Help me! Help me!” He said in a weak voice.

Evil walked up to him and took off the young thug’s fitted hat and bent down and said, “You know my rule.” Evil stood back up and swung the machete with all his might and came down on the young thug’s neck. Evil kept swinging the machete at his neck until his head rolled off. He picked up the head up and placed it in a bag.

He turned and looked at the

frightened woman covered in her man’s blood. One of her eyes was swollen shut so she looked at Evil with her good eye. Evil put his bloody hand to his lips and motioned her to be quiet. She knew better than to talk about what happened. She knew Evil would never hit a woman, but we would kill one if he had to.

Michael Ice, Jr., or better known as Evil, walked down the street with a smile on his face with his bag in one hand and a machete in the other. People around the neighborhood knew the rules he had. No hitting on woman in his neighborhood. It didn’t matter what age or what they did. He would not see abuse of anymore woman in his lifetime again.

In the shadows, a man with a scar on his face watched the whole thing while smoking on a cigarette stuffed with crack.

He smiled as he watched what the young man did to that thug. It wasn’t because he was protecting that woman, but because of the mayhem and the life he took on so easily. He inhaled the cigarette and laughed to himself. “Like father, like son.” He said and disappeared into the shadows.

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