ANYTHING 4 PROFIT (ANYTHING FOR PROFIT) (7 page)

Meka, who wasn’t even a teenager yet, had already begun to blossom physically, and attract lustful attention from men twice her age. One of those men was Gladys’ boyfriend, Ray Ray.  He would come home from work drunk, when he had a job, and comment on how sexy Meka was, while lewdly massaging his dick. But only when her aunt wasn’t around.

              It started with just small comments like that, but as the days passed, Ray Ray began to brush up against Meka’s body in a sexual manner whenever they were close to each other. He would always say “excuse me” or “my bad” to make it seem as if it was an accident.  But it began to happen so often that it became obvious that he was doing it on purpose. Pretty soon he became bold enough to start groping her breasts and behind whenever they were alone together.

              In the mornings, when young Tameka and Anthony were at school, Ray would go into their room and rummage through Meka’s dirty clothes for a pair of soiled, dirty panties that she had worn recently. Once he found them he would place them to his nose, inhale her scent, and jerk off until he ejaculated into the crotch of her underwear.

              The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and Ray Ray became even more sexually aggressive towards Meka.  And then one day, when nobody was home, he brutally raped her. He took her virginity and her innocence at the same time.

The first time he did it, Meka silently cried herself to sleep under the covers. She shared the same room with her brother but she didn’t say a word about it. As time passed, the sexual abuse became so frequent Meka just internalized the pain. She had oftentimes wondered what she’d done to deserve the torment she was going through. 

             Meka’s silence only emboldened Ray. One time while she was taking a shower, Ray busted in the bathroom, claiming he had to piss. He pulled his penis out, and then tried to pull the shower curtain back. Meka screamed, and Ant D came running in the bathroom.

  He asked, “What’s wrong, Meka? What’s goin’ on?” But by that time, Ray had already zipped up his pants, and was walking out of the bathroom like nothing had happened.  

              Gladys usually worked from 8:30 A.M. to 5 P.M. and barely paid the twins any attention. But she was still their aunt, so after months of silence, Meka decided to tell her what had been going on. Everything except for the fact that Ray had been repeatedly raping her whenever they were alone. 

“Look, Tameka, I’m doing you and yo’ brother a fuckin’ favor by takin’ y’all asses in, ‘cause I know my sister is fucked up right now, smoking that shit. But you ain’t fixin’ to be coming in my house tellin’ no fuckin’ lies on my man, you hear!? Why would he want yo’ lil’ young ass anyway, when he’s got this full grown woman right here,” Gladys said, gesturing at her body. “Huh?”

 “As a matter of fact – Raymond!” she yelled, calling him into the kitchen with her and Meka.

 Ray walked into the kitchen and sensed the tension in the air. He knew there was going to be some shit because Gladys never called him by his full name unless she was pissed. But he also knew he could talk his way out of it. Gladys was weak.  She wouldn’t let him go nowhere. Not as long as he kept banging her back out every night.

 Gladys said, “Ray, Meka here says that you been tryna push up on her. Is that true?”                                                                              

             “Come on, Gladys. Baby, I can’t believe you even sittin’ here entertainin’ this bullshit. You know I love you, baby. What would I want with this young ass girl?! I can’t even believe you accusing me of no bullshit like this,” he yelled. Then he stomped out of the kitchen into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind him. 

             “See there, Meka! See what yo’ lil’ hot ass done started?” Gladys yelled at her niece. “Go sit yo’ ass down somewhere, goddamn it! You little lying ass slut!”                                                                             

              Meka attempted to keep her emotions in check but she couldn’t stop the tears from staining her pretty brown face.  She just ran into the back room and closed the door behind her.  She threw herself onto her bed, which was really nothing more than an old mattress on the floor with sheets on it. She cried into her pillow, hating the fact that her aunt would take the word of some no-good nigga she was fucking over that of her own flesh and blood. 

              While Meka lay on that mattress filled with pain and confusion, Ant D walked into the room and spotted his sister curled up in a ball crying her heart out. Her pain became his immediately. He lay down beside her and tried to comfort her, while at the same time trying to figure out exactly what the fuck was going on.    

              “Meka, what’s wrong? Why you crying like this?” Ant asked his twin sister.

  Meka remained silent, too ashamed to tell her brother what Ray had been doing to her.

 Ant wouldn’t give up.  He said, “Meka, listen. You my sister, girl. We done been through too much together for you to start keeping shit from me now. What’s going on?”                                        

             Finally, Meka broke down and told her brother about all of the sick shit Ray Ray had been doing to her since they had moved in with Gladys. Ant D’s eyes burned with rage, and he wrapped his arms around his sister.

 After months of being sexually abused by Ray, and being accused of lying by her own aunt, Meka was extremely vulnerable. She needed to feel the affection and unconditional love that her brother provided her. Her young heart yearned for it. She took one of his hands in hers, and slowly guided it between her thighs.

 Once Ant realized what his sister was doing, he hesitated and started to pull his hand away. But the warmth emanating from between her legs began to arouse him, despite the fact that he knew it was wrong. Or was it?

 Under the cover in darkness, the twins explored and shared each others’ bodies for the first time. Afterwards, as his sister lay beside him snoring, Ant made a vow to himself that Ray would pay for what he had done to Meka. With his life.

              The next morning, Meka told Gladys she was sick, and didn’t feel well enough to go to school. Gladys called Lakeview middle school and explained the situation to the principal, Ms. Humbert. She said that her absence would be excused, provided that Meka did the make up work.

 “Alright, Meka, go lay down and try to get some rest. There’s some chicken noodle soup up there in the cabinet,” Gladys said, on her way out the door. 

 Meka went back in the bedroom and lay down on her mattress. She was only wearing a small white tee-shirt and a pair of pink panties that showed off the thickness of her young, firm, still developing body. She left the room door open, knowing that Ray would see her lying there once he got up to use the bathroom.

   In only a matter of minutes, Meka felt Ray’s presence in the doorway.  She peeked at him and saw him staring her up and down. She closed her eyes and brought her knees up to her chest, causing her pink underwear to wedge in the crack of her ass. The panties were so form fitting, Ray was able to see the outline of her young pussy lips through the thin cotton fabric. Her dark pubic hair was so bushy it was coming out the sides of the elastic.                                             

              Ray’s blood began racing at the sight of Meka’s young, fresh body lying there exposed to him like that. He began to drool, like the hound he was. The longer he stood there, the harder he got, until he felt as if he would explode with raging lust and desire.                  

              Meka, eyes still closed, slowly placed her right hand down the front of her panties. She rubbed her fingers between her legs until they were moist, and then brought them up to her mouth and licked them. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but she was pretty sure that Ray Ray’s perverted ass was getting excited.

                Ray could no longer control himself.  Blinded by lust, he rushed into the room and fell on top of Meka, tearing at her panties with his right hand, and attempting to free his penis from the constraints of his boxers with his left. “You little slut! You freak! You nasty little bitch! I knew you wanted it! I knew you liked that shit!!”                                                             

              Meka screamed, and Ant D emerged from behind the door with a butcher knife from the kitchen in his right hand.  He plunged the blade into Ray’s neck first. Blood erupted all over the room.

 Meka tried to get out from under Ray but his body was too heavy. He had her pinned to the mattress. Ant D continued to stab Ray Ray over and over again, lost in a rage that would become as familiar to him as an old pair of comfortable slippers over the years.

 Finally exhausted, Ant D stopped and pushed Ray’s bloody, mangled corpse off of his sister. At the age of twelve, Anthony Davis had committed his first homicide…but it wouldn’t be his last.                                                                                 

              Meka got up from the mattress and embraced her brother. She was crying, and her tears mixed with the blood that was still fresh on both of their bodies…

Chapter 6

Feeling relieved that they made it back to The District without any complications, Mike parked the car three doors down from Gloria’s house.  He pulled in the driveway of an abandoned house that was run down and boarded up. He killed the ignition, and turned to speak to his best friend, who sat in the passenger seat beside him. “What you think we should do with the car?”                                                         

              “Shiiit, we can leave this muh’fucka right here. We both got on gloves, so it ain’t like we leavin’ no fingerprints behind,” Ant replied.                               

             “Yeah, but if ol’ boy report his shit missin’, and the police get to lookin’ for it, we don’t want them muh’fuckas gettin’ this close to the house.”                          

              “Now that I think about it, you right. That crack smoking nigga lil’ Joe been known to do some bullshit like that too. Like a muh’fucka really wanna steal this old piece of shit,” Ant D said, laughing.

  He and Mike continued discussing the best way to dispose of the car without drawing any attention to the heinous crime they had just committed.                                                                                               

              The sound of their voices drifted to the back of the car, interrupting Meka’s sordid thoughts of her painful past. Tears had escaped her eyes without her even being aware of it.

              Her brother and Mike’s voices had interrupted her reverie.  They rescued her from thinking about a childhood that had scarred her for life, and brought her back to the present.
At least it’s still dark outside
, thought Meka, as she used the back of her hand to wipe away the salty trail of tears that had silently slid down her cheeks.                 

              Realizing that she was only three doors down from her mama’s house, she got out of the car and walked the short distance home. She was excited about her cut from the robbery, but she felt dirty, both physically and mentally. Meka wanted nothing more than to soak her tired body in a nice hot bath, and scrub away that dirty feeling.

   “Hold the fuck up, Meka. Where is you goin’?” her brother asked.                                                                                                                         

             “Where it look like I’m goin’? I need to wash my ass, and put some clean clothes on,” Meka said, and continued to walk towards her mother’s house. She was barefoot.  The gravel and dirt against the soles of her feet reminded her of the fact that she had left a pair of $600 Jimmy Choos behind, rushing to get out of Twan’s house.
Oh well. Looks like I’ma have to go shopping this week,
she thought to herself.