Hooked On His Thuggish Ways, page 12
Sighing, I went and plopped back down on the bed and powered my phone back on. I was about to call my brother so that he could come and get me.
“What the fuck you doing?” I raised to my feet and began to try to grab my phone back from Sims. He had snatched my phone out of my hand and was dangling it above his head because he knew that I wasn’t tall enough to reach it.
“Give me my damn phone.” I nudged him.
“Why, so that you can call Whoodie? He not worried about you. Where the fuck you think he is gone to?” He smirked. It was like he was trying to be funny and throw some shit in my face.
“What you trying to say Sims?” I grew even angrier.
“That Whoodie don’t deserve you. That’s what I’m saying.” He let his words ease off his tongue as he looked down at me. He was trying to make eye contact and shit, but I couldn’t even take him serious with his eye being black.
“Sims…Stop playing with me.” I jumped and tried to grab my phone but Sims threw his body against mine and caused me to stagger back. I fell on the bed and Sims was now standing in front of me, trying to scoot himself between my legs.
“What are you doing Sims?” I was confused and was scooting farther back onto the bed.
I watched him slip my phone into his back pocket and climb into the bed with me. He was now holding my ankles while I was trying to maneuver and get away from this crazy ass nigga.
In this moment, I knew all of the many stories that were floating around the school were true.
“Come on Keisha. If you fuck with that nigga Whoodie, why not fuck with a nigga like me?” He was dead ass serious and I was scared as fuck.
I needed Whoodie to walk through this bitch or something, right now.
“Sims but this is not the way to go about it,” I spoke calmly, but I didn’t think he was feeling what I was saying.
“Man, Keisha stop playing with a nigga like me.” He was now hovering over me and I began to swing wildly. I was trying to knock his ass out like my brother did, but my strength was nothing for him.
“Chill out bitch.” He smacked me so hard that I saw spit fly out of my mouth. I was in a daze as my eyes opened and closed slowly.
“All you hoes is going to stop playing with me.” He wrapped his hands around my neck and began to choke me.
Even though I felt like I was fighting him back, it was like he wasn’t fazed by none of my licks.
I was now losing strength. I was barely able to pick my arms up and swing. The last thing I remembered hearing was his evil chuckle, then I passed out.
“Ahhhh,” I screamed out as Sims forcefully entered me. My eyes had popped open and all feeling that I had lost before was back. I could feel the aching from him thrusting so hard and the pain of him squeezing my neck so hard. My face also still stung from when he slapped me.
“No. Please stop,” I screamed and cried as he continued to thrust into me.
I couldn’t even swing because he was smart enough to hold my hands down. He was on top of me and the tears started pouring out my eyes. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and it was like my whole body went numb after having him inside of me for a good three minutes now.
“Sims, why are you doing this?” I cried.
“Bitch, shut up,” he shot back. It was like he was angry at me, the wrong person.
“Whoodie always gets what he wants. He always get all the hoes,” he expressed as he pumped harder into me.
“Then that nigga haven’t even handled his. We know yo’ brother killed our homies,” he spat as he fucked me so hard that my stomach was cramping so bad.
“What the fuck!” I heard Whoodie’s voice rang out and the door slammed against the wall.
Sims jumped up so damn fast and pulled his pants up.
“That hoe let me fuck. You know how that shit go.” Sims shrugged and began to zip his pants up.
Standing there confused, Whoodie placed his hand on the gun that was tucked in the front of his pants and then pulled it.
“Keisha, you fucked my nigga? That’s how you do me?” Whoodie sounded like he was hurt but he just didn’t know how I was feeling right now.
I had never felt this low and degraded before in my life, and now I was having to try to get my man to believe me.
“Whoodie no. He raped me.” I got on my knees and cried hard.
“Man, when have I ever had to rape a bitch?” Sims chuckled and seeing him act like I had willingly gave him some pussy made me sick to my stomach.
I wanted my brother now more than I have ever wanted him. I needed him to protect me like he used to do whenever we stayed with my mother.
Whoodie stood there with his dreads dangling in his face as he scratched the side of his head. He looked at Sims then he looked at me.
I was so fucking out of my mind at this point, I didn’t care what he had to say. I just wanted him to take me home.
“Fuckkkk!” Whoodie roared and it caused me to jump and for Sims’ eyes to bulge.
“Keisha, are you lying to me. I’m going to ask you one more time, did you fuck my homeboy?” He came closer to me and looked me dead in my eyes.
“No…” I screamed and I just lost it.
I jumped up, and with my ass still hanging out, I attacked Sims. All the strength that I thought I didn’t have had just came out of nowhere. At this point, I wanted to kill him. I wanted to get Whoodie’s gun and shoot him dead in the head.
“Keisha chill. Chill.” Whoodie grabbed me and I swung on him, making him drop his gun.
While Whoodie was holding his eye, I ran and grabbed his gun up off the floor and pointed it at Sims. I wasn’t about to look like the bad person in this situation because I was the one violated. I was the one sexually assaulted and abused.
“SIMS TELL WHOODIE THE FUCKING TRUTH,” I said through tears.
“Man, Keisha don’t fucking point that gun at me.” Sims tried to play it cool. If he didn’t want to tell him the truth, then I was going to make him.
Pow!
I shot him in the arm and he winced in pain as blood began to spill out.
“Tell him the fucking truth.” I was so out of my mind right now.
“Keisha, give me the gun. I believe you,” Whoodie spoke calmly to me, but I didn’t believe that he believed me.
“No you don’t.” I rubbed my snotty nose with my free hand and blinked away the tears.
“Yes, I do. Now give me the gun.” He walked towards me but I stepped back and pointed the gun on him. My hand shook and my heart raced.
“You don’t believe me. I can see in your eyes you don’t.”
“Yes, I do baby. Give me the gun.” He stuck his hands out and walked towards me.
The closer he got the more my body shook. I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted him to believe me. To see that I wouldn’t do no hoe shit like that and fuck his friend.
“Give me the gun Keisha.” He reached and yanked the gun away from me.
Seconds later, I broke down. I was expecting for Whoodie to come and coddle me, but he didn’t.
Instead, he gripped my hair and made me look into his soulless eyes. “Don’t ever fucking point a gun at me unless you’re going to use it. Yo’ bitch ass brother should have taught you that.”
Bam!
He hit me across the face with the steel gun and all I could hear was a ringing sound in my ears before everything went silent and dark.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The light taps on my window woke me up out of my deep sleep. With my eyes half closed, I walked zombie like to the window and slowly pushed the curtains back to see who in their right mind wanted me this late.
“Jaxsyn,” I said in shock as I motioned for him to meet me in the front of the house.
I stood there for a second and watched him walk to the front of the house before I scurried around my room, grabbed a pair of pants to put on and slipped on my sandals.
Tip-toeing out of my room, I made my way to the front door and quietly opened it. There standing on the front porch was Jaxsyn. He looked angry and worried at the same damn time as he paced back and forth while looking into the night’s sky.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I stood there with my arms wrapped around my body, as the cold night air reminded me that I needed a jacket.
“Have you heard from my sister?” he asked, not even looking into my direction.
“No, I don’t even have her number or a phone…remember,” I reminded him.
“Oh yeah. Shit.”
Jaxsyn then relaxed his face and took a deep breath. He was now running his hands over his deep waves as he tried to remain calm. His frustrations were written all over his face, and I really hated that Keisha was being so defiant, especially for a nigga like Whoodie.
“Have you tried calling her?” I asked. I was concerned for Keisha because the signs Whoodie showed were those of a dangerous man. There was no telling what he had done to her, especially with it being just the two of them.
There was no telling how far he would have taken things if I wasn’t peeping out the window that night they were outside arguing.
“What you think?” He looked at me stupidly upside my head. “You know I called my sister. Shit, I even tried to track it but it’s not on,” he ranted.
“Well my bad. I was just asking,” I sassed because I felt like he was taking his frustrations out on me.
“My bad ma. I just can’t believe this shit. Like a part of me wants to go in guns blazing because something in me is telling me it’s some funny shit going on, but a part of me don’t want to act irrational and then push my sister further away,” he expressed, and I understood where he was coming from.
The night of the party, Keisha had already picked her man over her brother. I knew that he didn’t want to get in the way and just let her figure things out the hard way, but most of the time when someone had to bump their heads first, there was always a price. Which was not always good.
“Jaxsyn, she’s going to be ok.” I walked up closer to him and he looked down at me with hooded eyes.
“I hope so,” he sighed.
I felt so bad for him. Even though I didn’t have a brother or sister, the pain of not being able to protect my mother from being killed was something that I mentally dealt with.
The urge of wanting to comfort him took over. I wrapped my arms around his waist. I hugged him tightly and laid my head on his chest.
“She’s going to be ok Jaxsyn,” I whispered again.
Feeling his arms wrap around me, he burred his head into my neck and just held me tight. There were no words expressed. The beating of his heart made mine race.
“Can you come with me?” He pulled away and looked into my eyes.
“I have school and my grandma,” I replied.
“I’ll take you… I just don’t want to be alone,” he confessed to me.
Sighing, I fiddled with a piece of my hair as I debated on what I should do. I knew that my grandma would never let me go and stay the night with a boy. Hell, she had just got on to me about not coming home Saturday night. She told me that she was worried and I didn’t want her to wake and see that I was gone and panic, but what do I do? I felt like Jaxsyn needed me right now and I wanted to be there for him.
“Jaxsyn…” I called his name because I was about to tell him that I wasn’t going to be able to come with him tonight.
“Please ma… I promise to have you at school on time,” he asked as he held onto my waist.
I couldn’t say no. The way he was asking me to be there for him was something that I couldn’t turn down.
“Ok…but if I get in trouble I’m blaming you,” I let him know, and he let out a low chuckle then nodded his head.
“Bet. If Mrs. Daisey punishes you then I owe you. No matter what it is.” He held his hand out for me to shake and bet on it.
“Deal Jaxsyn.” I shook his hand then eased back in the house.
I slowly walked to my bedroom, found me some school clothes and packed everything that I would need. I also tore out a piece of paper and wrote a note on it so that when my grandma woke up, she would be able to know where I was.
Grabbing up my bags and placing the note on the top of my covers, I eased back out of the front door, making sure to lock it behind me.
“Let me get one of those,” he offered, taking the bags that I had and carrying them to the car. It was cute to see this side of him.
As we rode in his car, he picked his phone up again and tried to call his sister but just like the rest of his calls, it went to voicemail.
“I really hate that this shit is going down like this. I just want to know that she is good. If she wants to crawl behind him then that’s her, but I just need to know that she is good,” he rambled as he looked straight ahead at the road. His jaw was flinching and the grip he had on the steering wheel was powerful. The serious, stone cold like look he had on his face let me know that he was deep in thought.
I wished that I could help him but I had no clue what the fuck to think.
“You want to go to the house where the party was held at?” I asked him.
“Nah, not yet. If she doesn’t show up to school tomorrow then we can ride out there.” He took a glimpse towards me then he focused back on the road.
The rest of the ride to his house was quiet. You could tell that we both were deep in our thoughts.
Finally pulling up to his house, he parked the car then got out. He grabbed my bags for me and then we made our way to his front door where he took the key, unlocked the door and let us in.
“Make yourself at home.” He smiled as he carried my bags up the stairs to his room.
There wasn’t much that I could do at this time of morning. It was two in the morning and God knows I should have been laying down somewhere, but sleep was currently the last thing on my mind. I knew that I would definitely pay for it in class.
“Thank you for being here.” He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.
“No problem.” I smiled as he began to kiss me on my neck.
I let out a light moan as I bashfully tried to move away from him, but that didn’t stop him from feeling up on me. The kisses that he trailed along my shoulder then up my neck caused me to lose the battle and no longer put up a fight. He was causing me to submit to him and give him exactly what I knew he wanted. What I wanted. Sex.
“Damn,” he whispered against my neck. His warm breath caused me to shiver in his arms.
Jaxsyn allowed his hand to find its way into the front of my pants, where he then gently rubbed my pussy through the thin material of my lace, pink panties. His touch was causing my body to relax as I leaned my head back and rested on his shoulder as a moan escaped from my lips and vibrated against his earlobe.
The faster he rubbed, the wetter I became. The dampness was something that I couldn’t hide and even though I damn near felt embarrassed at how wet I was just from his simple touch, I could tell that he enjoyed it by the way he bit down on his bottom lip before he looked down at me and planted a juicy kiss on my lips.
“Damn you wet ma,” he said in a low, sexy tone against my lips as he moved my panties to the side and dipped his two fingers into my nectar, causing my body to stiffen and for chills to run down my spine.
“Jaxsyn,” I couldn’t help but to moan his name as he rubbed my clit over and over in a circular motion.
“Huh?” he asked as he bit down on my lip before bringing it into his mouth and sucking on it.
Turning me around to face him, Jaxsyn cuffed a handful of my ass before lifting me up and carrying me over to the couch, where he laid me down.
He hovered over me as every nerve in my body went haywire. I was so nervous and on edge that I wanted to back out of it, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t because a part of me wanted to get it over with it. I knew that one day it was going to happen because I liked Jaxsyn. Because I wanted him.
“You ready?” he asked as he slipped his shirt over his head.
As he stood in front of me my words got caught up in my throat. Never had I ever been with a man this much older than me. Here I was seventeen and Jaxsyn was twenty-two. I just knew he was much more experienced than me and I hoped that I was mentally prepared for what he was about to do to my body.
“I think,” I shyly said as I laid there.
My stomach was turning in knots. My body was shivering as if it was ice cold in the house, when truthfully it wasn’t. The temperature was just right, I was just nervous. Even though me and Melo did have sex, he was my first and I had never experienced sexual intercourse with nobody else.
“You think? I need you to be sure.” He stared down at me as he waited for my answer.
“I’m ready,” I confessed.
With a wide smile on his face, Jaxsyn climbed on the couch and snuggled up in between my legs. He then quickly pulled his pants down, snatched my panties off and positioned his dick at the entrance of my kitty.
I could feel how hard it was just from the tip of his dick trying to work its way inside of me.
“What about a condom?” I asked, knowing that I wasn’t on birth control.
“I’m going to pull out,” he replied. Even though I was doubtful, I still let him work his way inside of me.
“Damn,” he hissed once he was finally inside of me.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t say anything. My words had gotten caught in my throat. My mouth was wide open and I felt like I was now in a state of shock from the pain as tears rolled down my eyes.
“It’s about to feel real good,” he let me know as he kissed my cheeks and began to slowly stroke inside of me.
“Oh my—Jaxsyn.” I clawed at his back as he went deeper inside of me. So deep that I could feel him in my stomach. The pain that I felt wasn’t nothing compared to the pleasure that was filling my body up.
The way he worked his dick in a circular motion inside of me allowed him to hit every spot that I never knew could cause my body to react the way that it did and bring me so much pleasure. I was so wet that I could hear squishy sounds as we moved on the leather sofa.
“Fuck Kaizlyn,” he roared lowly in my ear.
He then bit down on my shoulder blade as he began to pick up the speed and pound the fuck out of my pussy. With my legs now on the top of his shoulders, I could feel them shake and I had no control over them. It was like my body had a mind of its own as Jaxsyn continued to bring me to ecstasy.
