Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) (5 page)

When they got to Peter's the girls took off their shoes and made themselves comfortable, per, Peter's request. After their first drink, Paris asked Peter could she buy a pill from him. Just like they knew he would, Peter said that she didn’t have to buy it.

“
Y’all company. Whatever y’all want it’s on me.”, were his exact words.

That was all she wrote. They had drinks, weed, and Peter and Paris popped at least two pills that night. Peter even ordered Denny’s to go. They chilled and kicked it until Yay’s plan went into motion. Paris seduced Peter, which wasn’t hard to do. He already told the girls that Jazz wasn’t giving him none. They used that to their advantage. After Paris’ lap dances she could see Peter’s erection through his pants. “Let me help with that,” she said and dropped to her knees, pulled out his rock hard pipe, and put it in her mouth. He was in La La Land. Watching Paris suck off Peter turned Yay-Yay on and she decided to join. Yay started her foreplay with Paris. She sucked on her breast and played with her hotbox. Paris and Yay switched positions; Paris was licking Yay’s juices while Yay blew on Peter’s balls. Peter loved that because that’s who he wanted anyway. Once the foreplay was over, the three freaked on each other all night. Peter couldn't wait to show Ken the tape he secretly made of him having the time of his life. The next morning they woke up to breakfast in bed and a fat blunt. After Paris ate breakfast she had to run. Her babysitter needed her to pick up her baby. Peter called a cab for her. Yay stayed; Peter had offered to take her shopping and a trip to Catalina if she did. The nigga was a trick. For Yay, he was just what the doctor ordered. When her and Peter’s weekend was over, Yay was in love with her cousin's man’ sex game and his fat pockets. Peter was in love with the fact that he was able to suck, fuck and spend time with one of the baddest bitches in L.A. It didn’t take long before Yay was spoiled by Peter. She even began to have a little feelings for him. She would get jealous if he would flirt with his other workers and she hated the way he treated Jazz like she was a princess. Peter was feeling her too but not to a point where he wanted to wife her or nothing like that. She was a fine bitch to fuck, chill, and work with. But the shit was getting out of hand, Yay was being too bossy. She was beginning to act like she owned him, and it started to seem as if she didn’t care that Jazz found out. He had to cut the tramp off soon. But did he have the willpower?

“
What’s done in the dark shall come to the light.”

Chapter 2

The sun peeped into her blinds and chirps from the birds that sat in the big oak tree by her window sang their famous happy melody; this was mother nature’s way of letting Jazz know that she was blessed to live another day. "Wake up beautiful it’s time for school." Jazz’s pink, talking alarm clock repeated twice before she reached over and pushed snooze. She lay there for a few more minutes before she rose to sit up in her full size canopy bed. She looked up to the heavens, "Thank you, Jesus, for keeping my mommy safe last night." Jazz knew it was the grace of God that saved her mother from the dangerous lifestyle in which she lived. She learned that God was almighty by going to church with her grandmother on Sundays. Unlike her mother, Jazz knows God is the reason. Pam, her mom, just thought she was a bitch that couldn't be touched and that was the reason she was able to live the life in which she lived. Jazz hoped that one day her mother would realize that prayer is the reason she was kept another night from facing a tragic ending.

It was about 9:00pm when Jazz came home from her friend’s house. Her mother and her date for the night were just leaving. Normally, Pam would meet her sponsors at the location they chose to handle their dealing, but her car was being serviced and she had no other choice; Pam wasn't missing any money. Jazz was two months shy of turning eighteen, which meant surprise party, and that was going to cost money. She goes all out for her baby girl. And then there was the payment due at the dance school Jazz attends. Not to mention her other monthly bills. Her husband, Jazz’s daddy, is in jail; he sends money for the mortgage every month, but that’s it. He has been tripping ever since his mother told him she saw Pam leaving from a hotel room with a man. Pam didn't see her that day, but she did see her the next day when she was checking in with another dude. Her mother-in-law was staying at the hotel for some church convention. Since then, every time she asks him for money, he tells her to get it from the niggas she’s fucking, so she does. He wasn't talking that shit when she had to do what she did to save his life. She has to live with that night for the rest of her life.

 
"Hey, baby." Pam said to Jazz as she and her John were heading out the door.

"Hey." Jazz was dry. She knew the man that her mother was with was nothing more than some loser who probably was married and was paying for a peace of another woman's cookie. Pam ignored her daughter’s vibe. She knew Jazz felt some kind of way about the different men she saw her with all the time. She knew her daughter wasn’t stupid and knew that Pam was just messing with the dudes for money.

“
Your dinner is in the microwave. And your dessert is in the freezer. I'll be back in a few hours." Pam said, "I love you."

"Love you too, mommy." Jazz said sincerely.

 
Jazz threw her book bag on the floor and ran to the bathroom trying to make it to the toilet; she had held her bladder for more than twelve hours before it gave in on the bathroom floor. She hated public restrooms. There’s only a few people’s bathroom she will use.

"You have a beautiful daughter. She looks just like you.” Pam’s sponsor complimented.

 
Pam turned to him and gave him a look that could scare the baddest mofo in Watts.

"Don't ever look at her again."

 
The sponsor threw his hands up to surrender. "I didn't mean anything by it."

Pam rolled her eyes and waited for him to open her car door. Just as the sponsor opened the door and Pam went to get in the car, the two froze.

There was a middle age black lady pointing a gun at Pam. She was trembling as tears rolled down her eyes.

"I should kill you bitch. You fucking home wrecker. Whore," The upset woman cried.

She then looked at the spooked man that was standing next to Pam.

"Does your wife know your trickling on this ghetto bitch?"

The man looked down at his wedding ring and shook his head no.

"That's what I figured. Call her now and tell her." The woman demanded.

She could see the hesitation in the man’s eyes and that pissed her off even more.

“
I said call her now. She has a right to know she is married to a dirty dick pussy hound.”

Who does this bitch thinks she is? Pam thought. Yeah she did sleep with a few men for money and yes most were involved with someone, but she wasn't. Her husband is in jail. So, whatever problem that the woman had, she needed to take up with the one she married, not her.

“
If you know what's good for you, you'll put that gun down and run to your car and get out of here as fast as you can." Pam warned.

She was so calm she scared the woman and she was the one holding the gun.

"Fuck you." The woman shot back.

"No bitch. Fuck you." Pam said walking up on her.

Her sponsor touched her arm. “Pam", he said in a whisper.

Pam jerked away from him and continued to walk up on the woman. The woman warned,

“
One more step I'll shoot your ass."

Pam could tell the woman was nervous and she used it to her advantage.

“
You know you fucked up right?” Pam said.  

The woman looked in disbelief. She didn’t expect her to be so bold. What she thought was that she would just come over, scare Pam and then deliver the most horrific news a living being would ever hear, and hope that the news would affect Pam like it did her.

“
You make a bad name for women like me.” The woman said.  

"Let me tell you something." Pam was now
up on the woman and poking her finger in her face.

“
Let me explain something to you. Your husband comes to me for pussy; I don’t call him and beg for dick. Although, he’s probably one of the ones I like fucking. I don't know. But I know for a fact that he’s a paying client. This pussy ain't for free.”

Pam smirked when she read sorrow in the woman’s eyes. That’s what the bitch gets; she should have never brought her ass over here. Pam continued,

“
Your husband was just business. I wanted nothing more than the half stack he spent on five hours of my time. He pays me to do what you don’t do. Shit I don’t mind.”

Pam had no idea who her husband was. She had plenty of sponsors.

There’s the owner of Chump Change production, the owner of T&T Auto Sales, the big time dope dealer in Long Beach, the guy that retired from the city, and the one she was with tonight; and each one was involved with someone, she didn’t care. Their mate should be taking care of home.

She continued as she looked at the woman with disgust,

“
Was you that fat and out of shape when he first met you? I bet you promised him that you would fulfill his every need, so why don't you swallow when he fucks you in the mouth? Why can't you women get up and take that shit when he wants some ass? And don't tell me you’re not curious as to what it would feel like to get your pussy ate by another woman. You do love him and want him to be happy right? You want him to include you in everything right?"

The woman couldn’t believe the bitch had the nerve to talk shit to her about what she did and didn't do. She couldn't believe that she was telling her about her husband.

"Bitch you’re no fucking counselor; you're a home wrecker," she yelled and closed her eyes and fired. Luckily, Pam had knocked her arm out the way before she pulled the trigger causing her .22 to fall to the ground. Pam punched her in the jaw so hard her head flew back. She then hit her with a cold left and her head flew to the side. Bam. She kicked her in the midsection. The woman hunched over in pain. Pam went to kick her again but the woman grabbed her leg, causing Pam to fall back. The woman got on top of her blood dripping from her mouth. She snatched her blade out of her ponytail. Breathing heavily she looked Pam in the eyes and spoke,

”
Fuck letting you die from AIDS; I’m going to kill you myself...” She then smiled looking at the fear in Pam's eyes. Little did she know Pam was more scared of getting cut with the blade than dying from AIDS. It’s been a long time coming.......

"Get the fuck off my momma." Jazz said, and then with all her might she snatched the woman by the hair, giving Pam the opportunity to toss the big bitch off her and get up off the ground. When Pam was up, she kicked the lady in the side of the face causing her to black out. Pam took the women’s gun from Jazz and the two walked toward the house.

“
I love you, baby. Mommy’s sorry."

The woman laid there crying,

“
It’s because of you I had to abort my baby. I didn’t want it to be born with AIDS. Now I have to leave my only son in this fucked up world alone. You destroyed my family. I swear you will pay from this.”

Pam stopped in her tracks. And before Pam could muster up a thought the woman shouted,

“
You’re a selfish bitch, what will your daughter do when you die from being a slut?”

Without looking back Pam replied,

“
Bitch you got five minute to get off my property. Try me if you want to.”

After Jazz finished praying and thanking God for the ones he blessed her with, she went into her closet and picked out an outfit. Today she was wearing a pair of 7 For All Man Kind jeans and a white tank top. She then packed her bag for what she would wear to dance, which was a pair of stretch pants and a halter top. Once Jazz had everything together, she went into her bathroom and took a shower. She was meeting Laurie at Cal State L.A. Today was orientation.