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realizing that Michael was the reason of Rachel’s attempt to stop fucking.
    “Let go of my mommy!” Michael
    screamed while running over to the bed.
    Black Ice looked over at his son while still humping Rachel’s warm, wet pussy. He came all inside of her with one last hard stroke. He pulled out of her and jumped up out of the bed. He stood there with his black, naked shining body dripping with sweat. “Boy, take your little ass back in your bedroom!” he yelled at Michael.
    “Don’t hurt my mommy!” Michael
    yelled back.
    Black Ice raised his hand and pulled it back and came down smacking Michael in the face. “Ahh,” he cried as Michael hit the floor.
    “Now, take your ass back into your bedroom!”
    Michael got off the floor and wiped his tears with his little hands and stared into his father’s eyes with an evil glare. Black Ice looked in his son’s eyes and saw the evil inside them. He matched his stare.
    “Whenever you feel you’re old enough and ready to take me, make your move punk!
    I’ll be waiting.” Black Ice warned Michael.
    “Now, get your little ass out of here”.
    Michael didn’t move he just stood there staring into his father’s eyes with an even more evil stare that overcame his face also. Rachel saw Black Ice raise his arm again knowing that he was going to strike Michael if she didn’t do anything.
    “I’m okay baby,” Rachel hollered at Michael from the bed to prevent Black Ice from hitting her son. “Mommy is okay.
    Michael, please go back into your bedroom sweetie like you were told to do.”
    Michael looked at his mother’s eyes to see if what she was telling him was the truth about her being okay. Once he saw what he needed to see, he turned toward his father and stared at him one last time before he walked out of the bedroom to go back to his own. Black Ice walked his naked body over to the dresser and picked up his glass pipe and stuffed it full of crack again. He held the lighter up to the pipe and inhaled and held it in and then exhaled. He wanted to take another hit, but the glass pipe got so hot it started to burn his hand when he was trying to light it. He put it down on the dresser. “Rachel, that little nigga is getting to grown. He’s going to make me seriously hurt his little ass one day.”
    “He is your son Black Ice. Don’t talk like that. He’s just trying to protect me.
    Isn’t that what you would want him to do if someone was hurting me?” Rachel asked.
    “Yea, but not protect you from me.
    You should have seen how that little fucker was looking at me. I’m the man in this house and I’ll beat him and you when I see it necessary to do so.”
    Rachel hated when Black Ice started talking like that. He wasn’t always like this that’s what she fell in love with. She just wanted that man back and not this man that he is when he smokes that stuff. She could remember when they first met.
    She lived on Saratoga Avenue in Brownsville on a side block in a house with her grandmother. Rachel never knew who her father was and her mother was always getting high on dope herself. She dropped Rachel off at her grandmother’s house when she was five. Her grandmother was a fat, light skin woman. They called her, Momma.
    She had six kids of her own and they all grew up to run the streets. They came back too, but only to drop their own kids off to Momma and left it up to her to raise them.
    Momma’s house was full with Rachel and her ten cousins. There were four girls and six boys all of different ages. Momma’s youngest son, Brian, was still living in the house too. The house was filthy dirty. It was never picked up with dirty clothes scattered all over, garbage bags full of trash and kept just anywhere in the house making the house smell like a dump. It also smelled of urine and feces. There wasn’t plumbing in the house. Everyone that had to use the restroom, had to use a bucket and when finished to throw the waste out in the back yard. But, a lot of the