“What the hell are you doing?” asked Brian as he squatted to Ciara, swirled to Oliver and sent him a dazing punch on the face that left him staggering.Quickly like a bat from hell, Oliver picked up his clothes and ran away.“Oh laughing doll” he exclaimed as he put his ears to her chest, only to perceive the exudate of wine in her breath. Oliver had gotten her drunk or what; he thought.He hastened into the bathroom, turned on the shower and returned to lift her. She had no pounds until now he tried lifting her into the bath. She had difficulty breathing, with a running temperature. “What did he do to you?” he asked her, tapping her on the chin. She coughed furiously upon being showered and repeatedly sneezed.“Ciara, Ciara,” Brian called, scared about the shower putting life into her or exacerbating the whole thing. A slight tap on the cheeks, her eyes rolled with the interest of closing back soon. “I am the one, Brian, wakeup,” he assured her and tried focusing her face in the
Brian visited the golf and met Ciara there. Before walking up to her, he made sure Oliver and his Chevrolet weren’t anywhere around. He took from the popcorn she was eating and she gave a deep smile, picked some pop and fed him; Brian made heaven. “I am not happy with you,” she quarreled and dragged a frown. “You didn’t honor my party and I sent you a message to buzz me when you come around, and you never did.” “You sent me a message?” asked Brian, amazed. “Yes I did or didn’t your dad tell you?” “Trust me he didn’t,” said Brian and he saw his father at once, alighting from his car. Ciara caught sight of him too, “Oh talk of the devil. You can go right away and ask him.” Brian breathed hard, coughed, and sniffed. He didn’t want his father to see him with Ciara or any girl or know of his feelings for her even he didn’t want anyone to know “Em can we tuck away, I mean out of prying eyes?” She added, “You
“I don’t know why you chose to be washed by a naked boy,” queried Mrs. Fanny, dragging Ciara by the arm into the sitting room to see the CCTV footage.She stared with fire in her eyes as Brian washed her in the shower. Furiously her arms came on her eyes as she broke down in tears, her face between her knees. But Mrs. Fanny bestowed pity upon her and nursed her with a resounding remark. “You got to be careful with that kid-ass. He played a smart one on you. Can’t you see?” she stole a glance at Ciara and removed her arms from her eyes, “Come on look at the way he washed you in your drunken state like a car wash. I believe he abused you sexually in the other footage in your room which I can’t find. He’s a smart ass. I don't think he noticed this camera else he would have made away with it.” She winced and walked out on her, crying into her closet. “Hey haven’s baby,” called Mrs. Fanny, “We better fathom what we’ll do with this because your father will rebuil
The Mexican blonde lit up his cigar and started smoking effortlessly; stealing a glance at Oliver each time the smoke that bellowed across his face disappeared. “How much is my money?” he asked vividly. Oliver wanted to speak but felt an urge to hold back. He owed the Mexican for the drugs he sold two nights ago. He knew the penalty for defaulting a drug deal was death and nothing short of that, and with a nagging Mexican as this he could be on his way to the grave if he failed to pay up this time. Suddenly he started fidgeting - the Mexican had pulled a gun at him. “You don’t take what belongs to babes and give to bitches,’ he said in Mexican, walking closer and pointing the gun on Oliver’s brow now. “I will kill you here and your family won’t smell your corpse anywhere around the world because your corpse will remain with me. Oliver tried to be firm as he found his hand into his bag. “What are you doing, pussy? Do you want to pull a
“When your momma had you I told her to bring you to me often but she wouldn’t listen. Now you’re grown and traced your way like a vampire,” grandma said and heaved a bowl. “Look what we got here Brian.” She smiled chic to chic, showing him the fresh spinach she was plucking in her garden before he arrived.He had not seen his grandma until now. She was purposeful and stronger than her age. His mother had narrated her business proficiency and how she became one of the richest farmers in her time. Her husband had died in her prime and nothing more was he told about her. Brian smiled back at her and from his sitting point he could see the massive canopy of vegetation in her farm, and obsessed laborers in blue overall that spelt Century Farm at the back“I am gonna prepare you spinach rice. You kids need spinach for your dicks to become penis.” She laughed alone and stole a glance at Brian who was lost in thought.Ciara; her dashing looks were haunting him but he refocused his mind when g
Oliver dragged Ciara by the dog’s chain he put on her neck and whipped her pale buttocks till it reddened. As she crawled on her fours ebulliently, she came to a pause when Oliver commanded, “Stop, slave.” Next he clenched two elastic belts around her ankles which linked to a lever. Each time he pulled the lever her legs parted, and her hairless vagina opened and closed like an automatic zipper. He stroked her firm breasts and with his other hand pinned her on the throat.“Will you ever leave me for anyone?” queried Oliver.“No master,” she answered uneasily, breathing hard each time. Her lustful gaze shot at her oppressor.“Will you ever submit to other authority?” he queried further but this time rubbed her clitoris with the rim of his penis.She trumpeted a lengthy moan and trembled under the belt which divided her legs like a chicken over a burning emberOliver kissed her ruggedly and spanked her buttocks, “Bitch you want to leave me for some other master. He pushed out his fore f
“Hi,” said Brian to their laborer, the very one that resembled Ciara. She was plucking some tomatoes and filling into a couple of baskets which were collected by other laborers and assembled into the van. She applied the most of her time and care in plucking the tomatoes because grandma had made them sign to a warning of short payment for any one that destroyed farm produce, and with three kids to cater for short payment wasn’t part of the hustle. It wasn’t that she feigned a deaf ear to Brian but for the attention the job needed and thought of her sick baby needing all the money for hospital bills. Brian had to sound his greeting louder before she was startled and dragged a smile. Brian smiled back and joined her to pluck.“Oh no, no,” she protested, holding onto his arm and staring around for grandma. “She’s gonna surcharge me for any tomato that spoils.”Brian scowled at her, processing her speech and arguing within himself if actually grandma could give out such order.“Your hustl
Grandma leered at Brian who was having his backpack across his shoulders. She knew he wasn’t happy; the hostile looks on his face spelt it. Earlier she had pacified him by leading him to the garage to make a choice of car, which henceforth would be his car. He had seen a Chevrolet and Oliver and Ciara struck in his head, afterwards he had uncovered a certain car which was Ford. Grandma gave him the keys and he found his way to school.Starting school was his rebirth. He was going to plan his future in Miami- even if it wasn’t in Miami, somewhere else far from home; far from spite and accusation. Running away wasn’t his trick of avoiding Ciara, it was his fate. They were never meant for each other and if really they were it was short lived. He perceived Ciara would be spiting him on the streets, school and wherever his name was mentioned. The neighborhood was gullible and they would believe her hook line and sinker. It would be impossible for anyone to be loyal to him as the pioneer o