Huey

I served in the military for about 12 years after getting caught selling drugs, it was either that or prison. I met some lifelong friends, and one of them was a higher roller, a shaker if you will. I called him up, asked him for some information on this Jazmine Dubois. He came through for me. She lived back in my hometown where I got into trouble in. Woodcrest. He gave me the address and phone number of Miss. Dubois. I didn't really want to wait 2 months for a damn court date. i got a plane ticket and I took a trip to the old town of Woodcrst, Maryland. Me and Miss. Jazmine Dubois were about to have a come to Jesus meeting.

Jazmine

I wondered why women considered to have children, give up their bodies for multiple barings of children. It always popped into my mind. After the baby stopped being so cute and sweet making cooing noises, smelling good, with their soft skin, after they started to talk and walk and make their own choices to a certain limit, they stopped being worth the trouble. No and i mean No one understood that completely like a mother did. Before you had children people looked at you as if to ask why don't you have any children?, or why is it taking you so long to have one. Two minutes with my son, and you'll know the reason why. The boy was getting on my last damn ever lasting nerve lately.

I went into his room, to see nothing but trash and clothes everywhere. I stepped over them and dumped a load of his damn laundry on his already messy bed. I looked at him as if to say boy don't try me. He was sitting at his computer deak with his beats headphones in and loud as gangster rap music blaring from the speakers. i went over to him and snatched those damn things off. "Mama what the hell?" Malcolm said. "Boy don't make me knock some sense into you. You cuss at me again. I thought i told your grown behind to do your own laundry and clean your room. Now don't make me say it again. and when you done with that the trash and the lawn is waiting on your ungrateful ass. Now hop to it." Jazmine said. "okay ma.' Malcolm said mumbling under his breathe. "What was that boy?" "Nothing ma, dang." He said in frustration. He got up out of his chair and stood right above me at 6'1, I had to tip my head back to look up at him, he tall but i'd still punch him dead in his throat.

"Now do as I say and don't make me repeat myself. If I come back up these damn steps you gon be in some hell." Jazmine said. I went back to my cooking down stares, after a while I heard him come down the steps, and sit down at the table. "It aint done yet boy. Go take the trash out and mow my damn grass." He huffed, "Huff at me again boy see if I don't throw this pan at you.' I thought I was being hard on him, but every time I said something it went in one ear and out the other until I started screaming and yelling and cussing his ass out. He got up and did as he was told.

When my son was just a few minutes out the womb, I named him Satan because pushing him out felt like hell, with his big ass head and all that hair, just like his father. Huey Freeman. Anyway, we never fought about doing his chores, he was a nice boy, a sweet mommas boy, then he started hanging out with them hooligans he calls friends, now he smelling his piss.

I thought it was more to his story, as to why he's been acting out, and I figured because he never met his father. I told him everything about my childhood and my youth. I didn't keep a thing from him. He asked me about his father one day and asked me why he wasn't around, it broke my heart but that was when he was 8. I told him about how I used drugs and how I used my body to Huey freeman to get some. He was the dope man, and I loved getting it from him, even if he just used me for pussy. we grew up together here in woodcrest we were bestfriends until he got into the game and tunred his back on me. He was all I had, my dad died, leaving me with that whore Sarah who had men coming in and out of her life and room every damn night it was a different man.

When I got pregnant with Malcolm, I was on drugs badly, I use to feen for it. My mother couldn't do anything with me, I had terrible mood swings, terrible reactions because I was feening for dope, so she sent me away to my grandmother. My grandmother was a hard woman. She asked me everyday what I was craving and she'd make it for me. She put up with my mood swings, the cussing her out, all the screaming and breaking her stuff. After i had my baby, she sent me away to rehab, She told me "Jazmine, im a old woman, and i did my share of raising kids, get your shit together because i aint raising this one. When you get out of here you gon get your ged and i will help you get you and Malcolm an apartment afeter that mimaw cant help you. You grown, its time to take responsibility fir your actions baby. Now, I love you."

With those words, she left me in that god for saken place for 10 months. The nurses and doctors helped me out, i was clean. i got my GED and now im a proud owner of my own business "Care for Black Women." Its a place where, rape victims, women of abusive relationships, any type of woman that needs help coping with their problems. I make a good living, that's why im still here in woodcrest, Maryland, on the good side that is. i wanted my son to have a better life than me growing up, and he has that.

When i found out i was pregnant i never factored Huey freeman as a father, so i didn't tell him or anybody else other than my mother. Cindy, nor Riley, or Caesar doesn't know about Malcolm, they just thought i moved away, after i did go away, i haven't talked to nor saw any of my friends ever again. But I've been coping, and doing just fine. I just wish my damn son would stop acting like his life is bout to end. That's why ive let the courts find Huey Freeman, maybe he can help me out. I don't need nor want his money, i have my own. I just hope he can put some sense into our son. Malcolm knows about his father, he just doesn't know him. Hopefully they've found Huey, i don't know why. but im kind of scraed to see his face.

But i have to put my pride a side for Malcolm. I have to save my son.

Malcolm

i don't know why my old lady always tripping about me doing chores and getting good grades and why she always getting on my nerves. I know how to handle myself. Yeah i smoke a lil bit go out with my friends, but we really aint doing anything wrong. My mother hates my friends and always screaming that they aint my real niggas. My momma wont real with me, so that's why i don't really pay her any mind. She couldn't even tell me flat out who my father was. i gotta look like the nigga, cause i damn sure don't look like my old lady. She told me about her addiction to drugs and using her body to get it then she stopped when she found out she was pregnant. She told me everything, but she still aint all that like she tries to pertray herself as.

I know mama, just wants me to do right, and im trying but she be bugging hard, saying she don't know where i came from. Oh she knows. i wish she stop being a bitch towards me and my people. My friend, Arsenio he sells drugs, and everytime i see the one dope feen come around after school, i think of how my mother was, and i get so pissed off, because Arsenio didn't give a damn what he done to her, if she aint have money he'd make her suck him off in front of all of us, i didn't like that shit so i just walk off until he finished.

I know arsenio aint good people around the block but he a good friend to me. My other friends look up to him but i don't ever want to be a dope boy, i wanna go somewhere with my life. my mother may not know it but i look up to her still, and im still her little boy as she says, im just gowing up. my mother explained everything to me, but i was young as shit. she tried to make me understand but as i grew older, her and any other crack whore was one in the same.

"Malcolm, the grass is waiting." MAma yelled to me. She always yelling. I wish she would chill out sometimes. But im gonna go head and do my "chores" because tonight its on with me and my boys. I will get the hell out this house come hell or high water. Lets get it.

Huey

i began to feel like a P.I. I sat outside of Jazmines house a ways down the street from her house so no one would spot me out. I watched as a tall teenage boy, came out the house with no shirt on, with a big ass afro and wine colored eyes. I heard a woman yell to him that the grass was waiting. i assumed it was jasmine. I watched the young blood, get the lawnmower, and he mumbling something under his breathe. He looked hella irritated. But he mowed the lawn.

I watched young blood til he finished. He looked up and directly to my car. I guess he was admiring my beautiful all black acura. It was sweet in my opionin. Anyway, Jazmine had came up from the apartment complex. She lived in her old house that her father originally left her but her mother sold so she could be rich, an dhave all the money to herself. Last i saw of Jazmine she was a junkie, and i was the motherfucker that turned her into one. She came to me for an escsape. When she have the money, she bent over for me.

I peeped a woman coming out the house, i stopped and just stared. She was beautiful, still have her beautiful afro it was bigger now than i remember back then. She had on a all white tshirt some skinny jeans and some all white jordans on her feet. She looked beautiful as the sun light it her body. she wont the broke down, fragile and naïve Jazmine i remembered. She looked stronger and way more dominant. in school she always cried because the other girls called her nappy head and ugly and a freak. the boys picked too, i remember because i beat everybody asses except the girls, cindy did that. but after i got into the dope game i turned my back on her. by the time we grew up, senior year i was making a name for myself in the dope game, i really didn't notice her. but i did notice her round onion booty. even though her body grew up people still picked on her to no end.

I sold her drugs because i was a money hungry nigga and i took all types of money. I was mr. big shot. i was that nigga. i thought i was the shit, but i never spent the money on dumb shit, i still have stashes around here and there. Desire isn't what i would call her, she wasn't anything to desire, i liked her afro but she always looked frail, and so scared, but when she aint have money to pay for her fix, i put her body to work. I regret that shit now.

i forgot ALL about Jazmine Dubois until she served my ass with Child Support papers.

Until i saw her.

She still had those big green eyes, at least that hasn't changed about her. She started to stare into my car, and i could've sworn she was looking straight at me, but she didn't know that it was me, my heart stopped when i saw those eyes. As i looked her over, i thought "She aint wearing a bra." had to control my hormones. Jazmine Dubois was a sexy little woman. Im gonna get to the bottom of all this.

Night came and i saw a old school car pull up and The boy from earlier came sprinting out the house yelling to his mother not to wait up for him. he got into the car and i shot off down the road after they had left. I was hungry so i stopped near a diner and ate and went back to my hotel to think this shit through. Me and Jazmine? had a son? this shit is too real.

I pulled up to Malcolms school a little have 3. the young boys he was with wwas outside playing b-ball. The youngblood noticed my car. "Yeah lil nigga, im watching you." and i pulled off.

In due time.