Category: Literary Fiction Publisher: New World Publishing
Type: Fiction
Pages: 236
Copyright: June , 2009
ISBN-13: 9780976833564
Sage Churchill has always had the best of everything, a loving father that gave her everything her heart desired and good friends to kick it with, which always made life more exciting. She thought her life was perfect, until the day her father makes a deathbed confession that shatters her world as she knows it.
Sage Churchill has always had the best of everything, a loving father that gave her everything her heart desired and good friends to kick it with, which always made life more exciting. She thought her life was perfect, until the day her father makes a deathbed confession that shatters her world as she knows it.
When Sage finds out that her mother, whom she was led to believe died, may be alive and living in Jamaica, her world is turned upside down. She is faced with the toughest decision of her life. Does she search for a woman she’s never known or does she ignore her longing for a mother’s love?
Sage, Nicky, Tish, and Lace have been friends since pre-school. But their relationship suffers when they bring the drama to Sage’s doorstep. Her girl, Nicky, has gotten herself involved in the drug game and has Sage’s name all caught up in the mix, bringing the authorities to her door. Tish, has a mystery lover and when that person’s identity is revealed, it may tear the girls’ thirteen year friendship apart and possible cause one of them to lose their life.
Will Sage find her mother and live happily ever after? Will she survive the drama? Or have a nervous breakdown?
Excerpt
Chapter One
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The sounds of a horn blaring intruded on the atmosphere of my cozy apartment. At first, I was going to ignore the noise, but changed my mind. I walked out of my bedroom and over to my bay window in the living room. I should have known it was my ghetto ass friends acting like fools out there.
“Hey, witch, stop leaning on that horn, I got neighbors trying to sleep, you know!” I yelled out the window.
“Get a move on, chick! I told you I would be here by eleven,” Nicky screamed out to me from the driver’s seat of her spanking brand new, money green Escalade.
“I’ll be right there, just squash the noise.” I rushed to finish getting ready for my night out with my girls. Nicky, Tish, and I practically grew up like sisters. Lace was Nicky’s younger, annoying sister that would tag along even though we did not want her around. Whenever we all got together, it was as if we reverted to our early teens, arguing and sniping at each other. It was always done in good humor though. We always had each other’s back no matter what.
I adjusted my black, clingy Guess slipdress and checked my face one last time before grabbing my purse.
“’Bout time, heifer. Damn, you wearing that dress, ain’t you, sistergirl,” commented Tish, openly licking her lips and taking in every curve of my shapely five six frame.
“Bitch, get your eyes back in your head, you know you can’t get none of this,” I told her.
“In time, chica. In time.” She laughed, still looking me over. Tish was rocking a purple, silk, tight midriff and a baggy black pair of men’s Sean John jeans. Knowing her, my girl was probably wearing a pair of silk boxers underneath. Her hair was braided back and was almost concealed by a purple scarf tied around her forehead. Without her normal male like getup, she was a good-looking female with a nice body.
I took my position riding shotgun. I wasn’t paying that lesbo no mind. Don’t get me wrong though, Tish was my girl, one of my closet friends. Wasn’t no problem to me that her ass preferred to lick kitty kat than ride a big, long, hard ass dick. What can I say, to each her own.
“So, you guys ready to get it cracking tonight?” asked Nicky as she slipped the latest Jay Z CD in her player and pumped the music up to the point that the truck began to shake.
“Damn, turn that shit down. My ears are about to start bleeding,” Lace called from her position next to Tish in the back seat.
“Hell no, this is my shit. If you don’t like it, I’ll pull over and you can walk,” Nicky told her sister, turning the volume up more to make her point.
“Come on now, you can’t even understand what the hell that nigga is saying with all that base,” Lace tried again to plead her case.
I just cut my eyes at Nicky. I knew that she was just doing that mess to get a rise out of her sister. After a few minutes of ear piercing noise, she finally turned it down.
“So where are we hanging tonight?” I asked.
“Over on Park Heights. That’s where the shit is happening,” said Nicky.
“That frigging hole in the ground! Come on now you’all. Ain’t no ballers be hanging out over at that dive,” Lace said, sucking her teeth and rolling her eyes.
“Shut-up, Lace, I heard that it was the place to be and there would be plenty of ballers to holla at up in there,” Nicky snapped at her little sis.
“And where did you hear all this from?” I asked her.
“From my man’s peeps girl. Just wait and see, you won’t be disappointed.”
Twenty minutes later we were pulling up in front of an apparently abandoned establishment. None of us said anything as Nicky took a detour that took us to the back entrance. As soon as we turned the last corner, the scene was as different as night and day. What looked empty and abandoned on one side was jumping on the other side. The parking lot resembled an episode of ‘Pimp my Ride’ on BET. All the latest shit was on display. At the back entrance of the building was a long line of people waiting to get in. The building’s windows were painted black on the front and clear in the back. Flashing lights were lit from the inside. As soon as Nicky pulled her ride into a reserved spot, we all exited the vehicle. Like clockwork, we immediately began to prim and check ourselves over, making sure everything was just right. Without a word, Nicky began to sashay her five nine, thick, Beyonce like frame past everyone toward the front of the line. Lace, Tish, and I followed closely behind. We continued past the impatient group waiting and hoping to get inside. We paid them no mind. A tall, muscular bouncer at the door smiled at Nicky and let us all in without a word spoken. There was no need to speak. Oh, didn’t I tell you who Nicky’s man was? Clancy, the most well known and notorious drug dealer in Baltimore City. That nigga’s paper was stacked to the ceiling, and he was holding it down hot and heavy. Everybody who was anybody knew that if they wanted the good shit, to go see him. He had customers coming in from places like New York City, Virginia, and Delaware to name a few. People traveled from everywhere to buy from him. This nigga held it down and controlled the majority of the drug movement.
As soon as we stepped in the club, we knew why it was the place to be. This place was hooked the hell up. A long, shiny mahogany bar occupied one side of the room. Across from there was the DJ stand and the place was pumping with the Snoop Dog and Pharrell joint, Drop It Like It’s Hot. The dance floor was filled with females dropping their shit as if it was really hot, trying to catch the eye of some unsuspecting high roller. The VIP section was up a short flight of stairs. Nicky continued to lead the way to the best spot in the place. We found a table and claimed it quick. It was a quarter to midnight, which meant that it was an open bar until midnight. Midnight was when all the unknowns would be let in and they would have to pay for their drinks. Until then, the place was half filled with the cream of the crop and drinks were flowing.
“Hey, baby girl. Come over here and give your man some a dat good shit.”
Without a second thought, Nicky separated herself from us and began to walk toward the voice. That was Clancy. He was sitting at a table with four other dudes. They were almost hidden by a big Fica plant, one of many that was unique and spread throughout the room. That’s why we didn’t notice the guys when we first came in. The people were all blinged the fuck out.
“Oh shit, this place is definitely the place to be. I guess big-sis was on point tonight. I plan to get me a baller. Hell, I might even take two of those motherfuckers home.” Lace laughed, taking the scene in.
“Bitch, loose as your ass is, you better be lucky you don’t take home Mr. Gonorrhea and Mr. Syphilis,” laughed Tish. Even though her words were delivered with a sharp razor’s edge, it was all in fun and games.
“Fuck you, Tish. I always use a condom before I let any nigga get up in my shit.”
“Hey, you two calm the hell down and---”
“Can I get you ladies something to drink?” a mildly attractive waiter asked.
“Long Island ice tea,” Lace responded.
“Sex on the Beach,” I answered.
“Gimme a Hennessy and Coke, and a shot on the side,” Tish told him.
Within minutes, brothers were popping over to our table asking for dances. Lace and I accepted from these two decent looking guys and went to shake our butts on the dance floor. Tish stayed to watch our drinks.
The guy that I was shaking my groove thing with was nice looking, but when he tried to get his mack on, I wasn’t feeling anything so I tried to ignore his advances as much as possible. When I looked over toward Lace, she was grinding up against her dance partner like they were two stones trying make cornmeal. I really had to talk to Nicky about her little sister. Lace was starting to remind me of her older sister’s wilding out ways back in the day and that wasn’t good.
Lace, at eighteen, was three years younger than me and Tish, who were both twenty-one and actually share the same birthday month, June. Nicky was the oldest by a year. Like I said before, Nicky, Tish, and I practically grew up together. We attended the same after school program until we were old enough to stay home. Back then, we all lived in the Huntington complex, which is located in the Randallstown area. Tish lived in the same building as me. Nicky and her sister lived in the building next door. Our school offered a low-cost, after care program as an alternative to being latch key kids. The program was held in the basement of the neighborhood church, which was located at the end of the block a few doors down from the school. All the parents had to contribute was fifty dollars a month to help with the cost of art supplies, monthly trips, and snacks. It was corny as hell staying with those old church folks, but we would make our own fun.
After we got our eat on and our homework done, we would separate ourselves from the group and have our own kind of fun. At the time, it was only the three of us because Lace was only eight and preferred spending her time riding the bikes or playing on the swings with the other little kids. Tish and I were eleven and Nicky was twelve. Even at that young age, Nicky was a horny little bitch. She would love to tell me and Tish about how she could make herself feel good by rubbing herself for a long time between her legs. She would always try to get the attention of the older boys who hung out at the building across the street from the church.
This one time she convinced me and Tish to sneak away from the group when the grownups weren’t looking. There was this small hole where the fence ended at the bushes that only a little kid could squeeze through. We took off giggling on our little adventure. We decided to put together our pocket change and get some candy from the store. In the county, there were no corner stores like in the city. The ‘store’ was actually located inside the apartment of this lady’s house, Ms Herman. She had set up in her living room to sell her stuff. You would go to her window, which was located on the first floor. She had it opened halfway to collect money and pass people their items. The other side that remained closed was a display of the items she sold. There were an array of candy bars, chips, cookies, cakes, juices and soda. On the down low, it was known that you could buy weed there, too.
Between the three of us, we had a total of two dollars and forty-five cents. Nicky decided that she was the fastest runner among us, so she would sneak across the street and get our goodies. We knew that her fast tail just wanted to be up in the boys’ faces that were hanging over there. Besides, neither Tish nor I wanted to get caught, so we let her.
Within a few minutes, she came running back toward us with a big ass plastic bag. Tish and I looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. The money we gave her wasn’t enough to buy all that she was carrying. We were hiding in the bushes and just as we were getting ready to reveal ourselves, we saw this older guy come running up behind Nicky. Tish and I looked at each other wondering if he was going to try and hurt Nicky and what we should do if it came to that. We knew we were not supposed to be outside the church grounds. AAAHHH Shit! I was getting scared as hell and reached over to grab Tish’s hand. Before we knew it, he ran up to Nicky and grabbed her from behind. The both of them fell to the ground.
“We have to go get help,” I whispered to Tish, trying to get to my feet. All four of us were hidden by the tall bushes and trees in the area, and no one could see us unless they were trying to find us.
“Wait,” Tish said, pulling me back down and out of sight of the two tumbling on the ground.
I looked to where she was pointing and instead of seeing a crying and very upset Nicky, my eyes were surprise to see our girl laughing and grabbing onto the strange boy.
“So, girl, why you wanted me to follow you over here, huh?” he asked Nicky, rolling off of her.
“I wanted to thank you for getting me all those goodies.” Boldly and without hesitation, she reached her hand over and caressed his crotch into an instant bulge.
“So it’s like that, huh? You wanted to play with it, baby?” he asked, watching her hand move back and forth across his bulge.
“That’s why I wanted you to come with me,” she answered bravely.
“How ‘bout I play with you first?” he asked.
Before she could answer, he had quickly moved his head down between her legs, pushed up her skirt, he pulled her panties aside, and was lapping between her legs like a hungry cat with a bowl of milk. Both Tish and I were enthralled as we watch this unknown boy eating the shit out of our friend’s coochie. Nicky laid on the ground withering as if in pain, except for the big ass smile plastered across her face. At one point, I could have sworn she looked our way and winked. That shit was unreal. As soon as he was done eating her, they switched positions and she had his penis in her mouth, doing all the moves we saw when we would sneak into Tish’s older brother room and watch his porn tapes. Pretty soon, homeboy was talking in tongues. They stayed on the ground for a few more minutes whispering and giggling. He then got up, fixed his pants, and began walking back the way he came. As soon as he was out of sight, me and Tish came running out the bushes.
“Oh my God, Nicky, you is a nasty bitch. I can’t believe you had his shit in your mouth!” exclaimed Tish.
“Girl, please, like his was the first dick I ever sucked. But did you’all see the way he ate the hell out of my kitty cat? That nigga’s tongue was the bomb. Beside, look what he gave me.” She opened her fist and revealed two joints, a twenty dollar bill, and a piece of paper with his cell phone number.
I was speechless, although I didn’t refuse when Nicky lit up one of the joints, took a puff, and began to pass it around. After the first joint was done we got our eat on. The bag was filled with three turkey and cheese sandwiches, three bags of chips, two snicker bars, a bag of M&M’s, and three bottles of soda. We ate all that shit up in that very sitting. By the time we made our way back to the rest of the group, we got in trouble for disappearing for so long. We lost our playtime for the next day. We didn’t give a damn though, we had a good ole time.
To this very day, I was still embarrassed to tell anyone how much watching the two of them going at it turned me the fuck on. Then at night when I was alone in bed, I would play with myself imagining that it was my thing getting all that good tongue treatment. That was the kind of shit we did back in the day and no one could tell us shit until at the age of fourteen when Nicky got pregnant by this dude Ty, that’s when the party came to a fast halt. She didn’t keep the baby, but she was so young that her parents had to sign for her to get the abortion. I just didn’t want to see her sister suffer the same fate.
What causes America's mainstream media to fear and try to destroy a group of artists and their work? What happens when such a creative movement grows in strength and threatens media's bottom line? Why would extremists find it necessary to take acti
My second book is about a boy who has Asperger's Syndrome and is bullied to the point to where he shoots up his school. I have divided the excerpts from it into three parts: Before, during and after the shooting.
A teenage boy struggling with the coming-of-age issues of sexuality, religion, and peer approval is overwhelmed, but soldiers on. After several years, he comes to understand the family forces that have left him so deeply troubled, and the process of
