Revenge Is A Mother...

Pamela’s mind was strictly on the dope she wanted so bad. Pamela was a 17 year old skinny addict that dropped out of school in belief of not going anywhere with the education she could’ve received. She was already doing poorly so her thoughts were it was a waste of time. She didn’t have too many friends because all they saw her as now was a dope fiend. This night, she was going to wish she had friends.

She finally approached the tall apartment full of either innocent citizens who still lived in poverty, or guilty thugs who deserved to be here but didn’t care. Pamela was only for seeing the thugs and she knew them quite well.

She entered the building and went to the second floor with extra speed. Her hearts raced joyfully at the thought of curing her monkey (slang for her desire to take heroin). She was in pain and was twitching out of control for it and now she was finally at her dangerous safety. She knocked on the bronze wooden door causing an echo to go through the empty halls which seemed to be laughing at her eagerness.

The door angrily swung open and exposed a tall, dark, and bald black man who looked angry. His face was covered in a beard and mustache that looked as if it had no intentions of getting shaved and leaving his cheeks brown with rough skin. He was just ugly and not the guy Pamela was looking for.

“Is J-Rod here?” Pamela asked peeking behind him hoping to see a glimpse of J-Rod her usual consumer.

“No he’s not here.” The man’s voice boomed through the hall. “What you want?”

“I’m here for my fix. But I’ll come back later,” Pamela said slowly backing away.

The man grabbed her skinny frail arm and pulled her back his way, “We got some dope for you. Why don’t you come and get some from us?”

“O-ok,” Pamela stuttered hoping she’d just get her ‘medicine’ and just get the fuck out of there. She followed behind him and shut the door gently. She looked around to see some unfamiliar cats and a crack head girl giving oral pleasure to one of them as the other ones played with themselves. This wasn’t new to Pamela. Pamela was a prostitute herself and had given head to numerous guys at a time, anything to get money for her love, heroin.

“Where is it?” Pamela asked quietly but anxiously.

“Shut up,” The man at the door said. “You gotta work for yours. You know what I’m saying?”

“I got money!” Pamela shouted not feeling in the mood to sexually heal any of those squares.

“Keep your fucking voice down bitch! We’ll take your money. How much you got anyway?” He asked.

Pamela grabbed two tens out of her pocket and flashed them in Tall, Bald, and Ugly’s face. He snatched them and observed them and jammed them in his pocket.

“Come here,” He said beaconing for her to come with his index finger.

“For what? I just want my fucking shit! Can I just get it?!?” Pamela yelled.

Before she could think twice the big dude slapped her across the mouth and grabbed her by her collar. By this point all the action had come to a halt and all eyes were on the scene.

“You’re going to work for this I told you!” He said shaking her and throwing her on the ground.

“Y’all wanna see me fuck this bitch in the mouth?!” The guy yelled amused by his idea. Everyone hooted and hollered for the idea to take place except for the prostitute who sat like a puppy watching the scene as helpless as Pamela was.

“Hell yeah Duce, fuck that bitch in the mouth!” One of the boys said.

So ‘Duce’ whipped out his dick and stroked it gently to get an erection. He postured himself on the floor as if he was about to have sex but instead of it going in her vagina in was going in her mouth. Pamela wanted to rebel but also wanted to get out alive. So she obliged to his commands and opened her mouth and he placed dick inside.

Pamela closed her eyes and tried to picture her taking heroin to relieve her but it wasn’t working. She opened her eyes and seen small bags of heroin hanging out side of his pocket, dangling as he went in and out. She became so excited her teeth accidentally sunk into his penis and he yelled out in pain.

She gasped and spit out the pre-cum that he already ejaculated.

“You bitch! You did that shit on purpose!” Duce yelled.

“No I didn’t!” Pamela argued.

“Yeah, I got something for that ass though. Get up and bend over.” He stated.

Pamela knew exactly what he wanted to do and suddenly that monkey she had was gone. “Keep the money and the dope. I’m out!” She yelled shaking her head.

Duce grabbed her hair and made her look directly into his face. “Are you refusing? Did you just say you ain’t…Rock hand me my nine.” He said to one of the boys sitting down. The boy unsurely handed him a handgun. He put it beside Pamela’s face. “Is this what you want?”

Pamela shook her head quickly tears quickly forming. “I swear to God I’ll get you back if you ever!” Pamela sobbed.

“What you gon’ snitch bitch? Is that what you’re on?” He asked incredulously.

“I didn’t say that!” She cried. He was putting words in her mouth just to do something to her.

“I think that’s what you’re meaning though,” He said.

“No!” She said but before other words could be exchanged he placed two bullets in her head. She dropped to her knees and onto the floor.

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Caroline looked at the TV screen, her tear-streaked face reflecting off of her daughter’s covered body which they had found in a dumpster in an alley. People from a nearby building were being interviewed but knew nothing.

She knew she was one of the main reasons her daughter was on the street. Always putting her other 19 year old daughter Patricia first in everything and always nagging her younger daughter Pamela.

“It’s my fault,” Caroline said looking down as tears rolled down her cheeks and onto her shirt. She walked into the kitchen sobbing wildly. She yanked open the kitchen drawer and grabbed a sharp knife. She ran her fingers on the edges lightly not cutting herself.

She clutched the end of it and jammed it in the left side of her chest, where he broken heart laid.

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Patricia ran into the hospital tears running down her cheeks. “Where is she!?” She screamed regardless of the confused faces staring at her.

A girl she had a previous fight with (and beat her ass) looked at her and scowled.

Patricia clicked her tongue and yelled, “Boo, Round 2!”

The girl rolled her eyes and nursed what looked like her grandmother. Patricia walked to the secretary and gripped the ledge of the desk. “Where is Caroline Smith?” She said between gritted teeth.

“The doctor’s are not finished with her, why don’t you have a seat over there?” She said pointing to the waiting section. Patricia glared down the hall wanting to see her mother but decided against running down there and causing a ruckus. She went over to where she seen one of her mother’s close neighbors. The woman name Ann stood up and hugged Patricia.

“I’m sorry this happened baby,” She said crying.

“It’s not like it’s your fault.” Patricia whispered.

They both sat down and tried to greet each other on a good note but that failed. They both decided to occupy themselves by watching the TV which was on mute obviously. Patricia frowned at the familiar face on TV and seen it was a picture of her sister and then there were pictures of her body covered in plastic. The news said there was still no one found of her murder.

“Oh no!” Patricia shrieked sobbing out of control. She got the whole scenario. Her mother tried killing herself because of the death of her other daughter. Ann wrapped her arms around Patricia who began to cry louder than ever.

“Patricia Jones?” A doctor said unexpectedly. Patricia rushed out of her seat and faced the doctor.

“Well?” Patricia asked.

“My apology goes to you and your family. There was nothing else we could do. There was too much blood lost and heart was-“Patricia walked away before he could go any further.

“Patricia!” Ann yelled as Patricia ran out of the hospital crying and covering her face. She got into her best friend’s car and turned the ignition and drove off. Screeching and making her way out of the parking lot of the hospital.

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Patricia laid in her bed waiting for her friend Leila to come in with the hot cocoa. She came in mad as hell.

“Who killed my little sister? That’s what I wanna know!” She yelled. She wasn’t their sister but she’s been around for so long and you know how that goes. “’Cause whoever killed her also killed Mama, and that’s no what’s up. Somebody gotta pay.”

“How we gon’ find out who killed her though Leila? And if we kill somebody, that’s our ass too.” Patricia said reasonably.

“Dude, what the fuck the feds gon’ do? They ain’t looking for who did that shit to Pam and they don’t give a fuck about Mama. We need to take matter into our own hands. That shit ain’t right at all! I know it was all on some drug shit! I just know it!” She yelled punching the wall.

Patricia nodded, “Yeah that shit is out this world.” She began to take Leila’s words into consideration. “What we gon’ do?”

Leila sat down and said, “I don’t know. But yo, this shit starting ASAP. Don’t nobody shoot up my fam and get away with it. You hear me knockin’?” She said.

“Yeah.”

“Well let me in.” She said.

Patricia chuckled for the first time that day then shook her head. “We getting they ass for real.”

“That’s right.” Leila said grinning evilly taking a sip of her cocoa and handing Patricia her cups.

“Payback is a mother.” Patricia said smirking cunningly.

“Cheers to that,” Leila said as they clinked their glasses together.

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