Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) (16 page)

"Who is that?" I hear my niece say.        

 
"It’s your aunt; now come open the door."    

When Yay opened the door, the first thing she asked after giving me a once over is:

"What my momma do?"  

She then stepped to the side and let me in. Ignoring the question,  

I asked, "Where is she?"      

"I'm not sure, auntie. I heard her on the phone asking was her pictures ready."             

I made my way up the steps and into her room. She wasn't there. I had an idea.

"Hey, Yay. Go move my car to another building. I wanna surprise her when she came back. I gave Yay my keys, went back in my sister’s room and sat on the chair next to her bed.

I don't deserve this shit. I thought.

Flashback -Fifteen Years Ago

"Hey, boo; I'm about to make some Tacos." Pam said to Calvin as she walked past him toward the kitchen.

"Where that blunt at you had?" He asked, never taking his eyes off the TV.

"I smoked it nigga, what you think?"

"Damn, you didn't bother to see if I wanted to hit it or not! Fuck, Cuz, damn!"

He threw the PS controller at the T.V. He then got up and walked toward the entertainment center, took a CD out the case and put it in the player. Tupac's Gangster Party blasted throughout the house. The music was way too loud, but in the projects it was the thing to do. In the projects nobody ever slept.

Pam didn't come out of the kitchen until she finished preparing the tacos. She was so glad Jazz was at her grandmother’s house, although she didn't like the old bitch. She hated when Jazz was around and Calvin would flip. Calvin had been acting funny lately, real moody. She already knew what the problem was, his money was funny. He wasn't getting it like he was before she had Jazz and when his brother was alive. They used to have their hands in any and everything illegal. Home invasions were their specialty. Now that his brother was dead, he had nobody to watch his back, since a snitch is the reason his brother was killed. A snitch from their hood; he didn't trust nobody. Pam didn't want Calvin going out there doing shit that would cause him to go to jail, so she came up with an idea. She was getting a job. She didn't tell him but she had been putting in applications everywhere.  Church's Chicken was one place that wouldn't call her back. The manager was a bitch she went to high school with. The chickenhead, tramp  used to spread rumors about her. Claiming that she was a toss-up, Calvin confronted Pam about the rumors, but he refused to tell her who said it. He finally gave in when Pam wouldn't talk to him for a week. He lied and told her ol' girl said it. After Pam stomped her out, Pam found out from her friend Stacy that it was her sister that told it. Pam beat her sister’s ass too. They both deserved it. Any bitches that showed hate deserved getting they ass beat.

"Here you go, baby." Pam said and handed Calvin his tacos.

She couldn't hear him because the music was blasting, but she read his lips. He said thank you. She watched him while he ate. She always did. He had no problem with it. After he finished eating, she wiped his mouth, cleaned his hands with the towel she had, and removed his tray. After she cleaned the dishes, she went to shower. When she got out the shower, she put on one of Calvin's wife beaters, tying it up in the front, showing off her belly button and lace thong. After Pam finished with her final touches: perfume, body spray and lip gloss, she went in her secret stash and fired up her special joint. Calvin would have beat her ass if he knew she was fucking with primos. It was a habit she picked up in middle school, compliments of her best friend, Stacy. After three pulls she was straight. She sprayed the bathroom and walked out and into their bedroom. Calvin was playing Adina Howard’s T-Shirt and Panties; he knew she loved the artist.. He also knew just hearing the song would put Pam in a creative mood. And it did. She put her 4 inch red pumps on. She was now ready to put on a show for her man. The music and her special joint gave her so much confidence. Dancing was what she loved to do, but Calvin wasn't having it. He went off when he found out her and her friend, Stacy auditioned for a strip club. Later, he would change his mind. Until then... she was Nicety... That's the name Calvin gave her. He said she was a nice, but nasty freak. Nicety was so high it felt like she was flying. She felt even sexier than she looked. She stepped into the living room with her back turned toward Calvin. She began moving in slow motion; like a sexy ballerina. As she twirled around, she pulled her shirt up over my head and tossed it in the air. She then bent forward, placing her hands on her calves and moved her ass up and down; popping it just right to the rhythm. After shaking her ass for a few more minutes, she stood back up. Her back still toward Calvin, she did a little twirl with her head, and with one hand she unclamped her barrette and her long brown hair fell to her ass. She turned around, pulled down her thong, and strutted toward her man to feed it to him.

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Oh my gosh." She screamed in fear. There were two big black dudes in her living room. One had a gun pointed at Calvin and the other was punching him in the face. From what she could see, blood was everywhere. Without thinking, or even caring that she could be shot, she charged at the man that was using Calvin’s face for a punching bag.

"Get off him you fat fuck." The man that was holding the gun snatched Pam by the hair, and threw her up against the entertainment system. Whatever she hit when she hit the radio caused it to cut off. Pam laid there for a minute. She wasn't in pain, thanks to the laced joint she hit, but she was trying to register what happened. The dude that was punching Calvin stopped and looked at Pam with a wicked smile.

"You love your nigga?" He asked her.

She was now sitting up, looking at Calvin. She ignored the man.

"Calvin baby are you okay?" She said, getting up as she held her back.

"Bitch, don't move." The gunman warned.

Pam ignored him too. She walked slowly over toward Calvin and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Get him an ambulance now.” Both of the bears laughed.

"Bitch I call the shots." The one that was punching Calvin said. "Now I want my mutha fucking money."

"What money? Calvin what is he talking about?"

The guy that was holding the gun walked over to Calvin and Pam and tried pulling her off. She held her grip around Calvin's neck.

"You fat bitch; let me go." She cried.

"Bam." He slapped her.

"Watch your mouth when you talk to a man."

"Man, leave her alone. I’m going to get you your money!"

"And how is that?" The boss man asked.

Calvin begged for the two big black men to give him 24hours to come up with a plan. They agreed. They knew the nigga couldn't get far within twenty-four hours. When they left, Pam ran and locked the door. She wanted to call the police, but knew that was a no no from where she come from. Besides, what would they do? The next day, Pam and Calvin went down to the owner’s place of business - The booking joint on 85th and Vermont. Calvin told him that Pam and him needed at least 30 days to pay the debt. After explaining how they was going to get the money: working at the strip club and after hours he owned, the owner smiled. Not because Pam’s fine ass would make him lots of money, he was pleased. But not as pleased as he would be by sticking his dick in her. He looked at Calvin,

"Do you wanna stick around while I test my product?"

"Test who. Nah nigga, you ain't fucking my girl?"

The boss went under his desk and pulled out his Beretta. He aimed at Calvin.

"Does that mean you have my $3000.00 deposit?"

"You didn't say I gotta give you a deposit. I ain't got $3000.00. Besides, I only you $4000.00."

"Nah, you owe me $6000.00. Nigga, interest."

He cocked his gun, aimed at Calvin’s knee and shot him. Calvin yelled in pain, Pam screamed in fear.

"I'll do whatever you want please don't kill him.”

"Pam shut the fuck up."

Calvin spoke through clenched teeth.

"You ain't fucking that nigga."

Pow! He shot Calvin in the arm.

"Please stop. I'll do whatever you want."  Pam cried.

By this time, Calvin was sweating and blood was dripping everywhere. He needed to get to a hospital quick. And Pam knew that they wouldn't let them leave until she did what they wanted. She quickly stripped out of her clothes, and stood there. The boss man stroked his rock hard dick.

"Come around here." He ordered. "Get on your knees."

Pam almost gagged when she saw his dick. There were bumps all over it.

"What's that?" She said pointing at his disgusting looking tool.

"An almond joy. Now SUCK IT!"

Pam closed her eyes and imagined she and Calvin was making love on their honeymoon. Putting herself in another place always worked when she used to have sex with her mother’s boyfriend. Pam always was the one that suffered just to make sure the ones she loved was alright! She did it for her sister; she refused to allow her mother’s man to sleep with her baby sister. Now she was doing it for her husband. Pam sucked and sucked on the nasty penis. You would have thought the old bastard would have nutted quick, but he didn't.

"Get on the table." He ordered Pam.

Pam got up. She made sure she didn't look at Calvin. She didn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes. Little did she know Calvin was taken to the back to get medical treatment from the boss’ hoe; she was an RN.

"I want it from the back." He told Pam.

Pam got on all fours and he rammed himself inside of her. It didn't hurt, but it felt disgusting. He fucked Pam and emptied his semen in her. Once Calvin was stitched up, he was wheeled from the back in a wheelchair. Who knows where the chair came from? By the time he made it to the front, Pam was dressed. She looked for Calvin, but he wasn't there. Before she could ask where he was at, she saw him in the wheelchair. She ran over to him and hugged him.

"Baby you ok?" She asked.

He didn't say nothing.

"Get them out of here." The boss ordered. The bodyguard grabbed Pam by the arm and the RN wheeled Calvin out. Once the four made it to the car, the bodyguard threw Calvin in the van first, then Pam.

"Drive them home. Be back in twenty minutes. Don't make me come after you." He warned the RN.

He then turned to Pam, "you be at the club by 4pm tomorrow. If you late, that's your ass." He then laughed. "Don't be mad at me, be made at this nigga." He pointed at Calvin and then turned and walked off.

As soon as Pam and Calvin made it to their apartment, Pam ran and got Calvin some pain killers and a glass of whiskey to wash it down. She then took a hot shower. She scrubbed and scrubbed, both her body and her mouth. After she was done, she ran Calvin a bath. When she came out he was gone. Her gut told her that something bad happened. She didn't find out until three days later. 

Calvin confessed that he killed both of the guys and the girl.  They both hugged and cried on each other’s shoulders. That wouldn't be the end of their tears.     It was 12:00am when Pam got up to go to the bathroom. She pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet. She screamed so loud when the urine touched the raw parts of her vagina. Calvin snatched both his guns and kicked in the bathroom door, ready to kill whoever. He looked around and didn't see anyone. He looked at Pam. Tears ran down her face.

"Baby I think he gave me something."

She looked down at her swollen, bumpy coochie. Calvin couldn't believe his eyes. The coochie that was once a pretty sight to see, was now the most disgusting thing he ever saw.