Lies of a Real Housewife (30 page)

“If he obviously raped you, well call the police!”
She said. My mind

started to spin.
“Call me after you speak with the authorities,”
she said.

I hung up from Phaedra then I called the DeKa
lb County Police. The

police responded within minutes. I was immediately taken to a hospital for a rape kit. Johnnie was woken up by the crime scene investigation unit (CSI). He hadn’t even bathed and was still lying in bed with the bloody tampon.

Now that was just nasty.

Of course, he told the police that the sex was consensual. The detec-

tive already told me that he was going to do that. My biggest worry now was what type of disease he had given me. He didn’t even know me like that. He

had only seen m
e twice before the rape occurred.

What type of man had forced-sex with any female, especially one

they don’t know, and while she was on her period? That thought alone had me going insane. To me, he had nothing to lose by his actions. Johnnie was

charged
with strong-arm rape. The next couple of days were absolutely crazy.

The first telephone call I received was from Shawty Lo. I know Johnnie had him call me, but what Johnnie didn’t know was that I already knew Lo. I use to date a friend of his that went b
y the name, Po Slim. Even though Slim and I were no longer together, he still wanted to see me succeed.

It was funny how I had first met Slim. I was walking through the

mall in the West End. It was about a year after my release. Summer of 2006, he noticed me walking in the mall. He had an appetite for tall women. Slim

was very persistent. He kicked it and I had no problem speaking to him.

We walked together and we talked about my struggle. And to say

the very least, he was amazed by my hunger. Tied to the streets himself, he did not appreciate crimes committed against women and children. Shawty Lo knew what the deal was, but he was stuck in the middle, trying to patch things

up. True enough, Johnnie was dead-ass wrong.

However, there was a conflict of interest. Johnnie had Lo’s career in

the palm of his hands. If Johnnie went to jail that meant everybody associated with him would lose. I felt some sort of compassion toward this. I had a similar story with Phaedra and I knew where he was coming from. Lo begged for Johnnie’s life and was willing to agree to whatever demands I had if I would drop all charges. Shawty Lo made the first offer.

Okay now things were getting difficult. The next call came from Fabo, I already knew him too before D4L, back when he was down with Raheem the Dream. They were talking numbers,
big
numbers for my silence. The first song I ever made was with Fabo. He was my partner. He said, “You got your man!” Basically letting me know that whatever I wanted Johnnie would adhere to. He also didn’t hesitate to inform me of my risk of becoming a target. On another note my rap career was in the palm of my hands. It was strictly up to me. I thought about Fabo’s words. True enough, but Fabo didn’t know about my past. I knew that I would be receiving another call, so I went

to Wal-Mart, and purchased a mini-tape recorder.

Moments after I opened the recorder, and figured out how to work

it, the phone rang. The Caller ID read, Johnnie ‘Hitt AftA Hitt.’ I pressed record and let the phone ring a couple more times before answering the call. I was trying to get my thoughts together. Then the call dropped before I had

a chance to answer it. I pressed record again before dialing the number back.

Johnnie signed his life away during this taped telephone conversa-

tion. He apologized for raping me. He admitted to removing my tampon, but didn’t look at it because he didn’t want to see the blood. He told me he couldn’t help himself because I was red with tattoos and he has a thing for girls like that. Johnnie agreed to give me money, put me on his payroll, and push my career. Keep in mind this was all recorded. I still have the tape in my possession. I listen to it every time I want to be reminded of the enemy, and

how he comes to kill, steal, and destroy.

After the conversation with Johnnie, I played the tape back to make

sure I had it recorded, and I did. This was evidence I would need
to prove that I wasn’t lying. The evidence I needed to prove that I wasn’t just another groupie trying to get money out of a celebrity. I called Phaedra to let her know that I had the tape, and that they were offering me money. I needed her guidance because I didn’t know what to do or how to handle this situation.

Phaedra never returned any of my calls.

I told the detective about the tape, and he asked me to bring it in. I also told him about the offers that were presented to me. He told me that that was the way these things go because these guys have money. They don’t understand the word ‘NO’ and they pay their way out of everything. This was not what I had planned. I was supposed to meet Johnnie, get a date for the

studio, and remix my song. How did thi
ngs go south? I mean what happened?

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All hell broke loose when my brother, Lee, found out. He was deal-

ing with a lot around this time. The death of our mother was still fresh. Everyday felt like she had just died the day before. Lee’s wife suddenly be
came ill. She was diagnosed with cancer. Then his only sibling and baby sister had

been raped by Johnnie.

What Johnnie did was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I tried

consoling Lee all I could, but he was inconsolable.

“This f#@%-pu**y-a**-ni**a raped my sister? My Sister! Oh I’m

finna kill this bi**h-a** ni**a!” Lee shouted.

Tears of anger streamed down his face. Lee held his 45 semi auto-

matic in his hand. He carefully loaded each bullet. I stared in awe because I’d never seen my brother like this before. Mother always said, “The difference

between my two children is night and day.”

Lee was always quiet, humble, and mild mannered. I, on
the other

hand, seven years younger and always ready to get it poppin’. I mean I was rowdy. At that dreadful moment, it seemed as if my brother and I switched places. He was just as determined to kill Johnny as I was to kill Curtis. The

police were already involved.

I told Lee that if he killed this man then he would be the first suspect. My brother rose up like a giant and roared.

“SO…? I DON’T GIVE A F#@%! I’M A MAN! I’M NOT A

F#@%ING C-O-W-A-R-D!” My enraged brother shouted.

Then he sprinted towar
d the door. In my mind I already knew where

he was headed. Lee and I were very close. I had told him everything. He knew where Johnnie lived, and he knew exactly where Johnnie’s office was on Peachtree Street in downtown Atlanta. Diving across the living
room floor, I wrapped both arms around his legs, tackling him. Then I begged him not to

throw his life away. I told him to think of my niece, Mya, his only daughter.

“If you go to prison, who’s gonna be here to protect her?” I asked.

Finally my words grabbed him, and he heeded. He stopped. This

giant of a man fell to the floor, and cried like a baby. I held him in my embrace. I was the closest touch he had to our mother. Together we cried and I promised that it would be okay. Just like our mother always told us, “There’s

more than one way to skin a cat.”

Looking back to that day, I still can’t for the life of me understand

what Johnnie was thinking. My best guess, he assumed I needed him more than he needed me. He knew my story all
too well, knew I didn’t have many choices in life. I guess he thought that he could just rape me. Then I would

just let it go because I needed him on my team.

But I wasn’t going for that. I couldn’t. I didn’t have any say so about

what happened to me wh
en I was five, but I was in control this time. Whether Johnnie understood it or not this was very personal for me, and he was in

violation. I wasn’t about to let this ride. No! F#@% that!

I was worried about a lot of things. I thought about the conversation I had with Fabo, and becoming a target. Remember, I’m from the streets and I know how people get down. Johnnie had a lot of young guys on his team basically sweating him or riding his coattail. They all wanted to make it. Rap was a way out of the hood for many people who had no other way out. Johnnie could make that happen for them, and I was sure that in return for that

favor they wouldn’t have a problem with getting rid of me.

The police weren’t willing to provide me any protection. My chil-

dren and I didn’t have anything or anywhere to go. I started weighing my options, again looking at my children. I wanted to do what was best for them. Thirty thousand dollars seemed like a lot at t
he time, and it would be enough

to drastically change me and my children’s lives.

He had agreed to push my song, and make me the next hot artist, but I had already made up my mind. I didn’t want to work with Johnnie. I never even wanted to see him again. There was no way I was going to walk around everyday like nothing happened. I had to do that my entire life. Every family reunion, and graduation, I was good on that part of the game. I didn’t care who he was, and much less for what he had. I was sure I could have gotten more money from Johnnie in a civil suit after a criminal investigation, but the

risk of becoming a target was too great.