D’Kass Black Presents Jail’s Bait: Chains & Cuffs (Book 3)

TWO HOURS EARLIER….

I looked out of Rah-Rah window at the night sky, still numb from whut I had seen earlier in the afternoon.  Rah-Rah wuz bein real cool bout givin me my space after we left da mall, wit him pealin outta the parkin lot like we were on fire an shyt.  For a long time nobody said nuthin, and we got out da car when Rah-Rah pulled up at his crib, sayin his moms wus outta the house da whole weekend and sumthin bout his son bein at his baby moms house.  We came inside an just sat there on his couch, just sat.

Rah-Rah was watchin me the whole time but he kept quiet.

Somewhere deep in my bugged out head I sensed dat he HADDA know sumthin was up wit me an Joop by the way I was actin… like I aint never seen my boy getting brain from a bitch before.  I hoped dat Rah-Rah would jus think dat I was madd over losin out on dat ho before Joop could get to her… which would make me look like a punk, but not like… a PUNK… but eerytime I tried to say sum to spin it good for Rah-Rah, all I kept comin back to was seein Joop dick in dat ho mouth, gaggin her wit it, his arms all on her head like he wasn’t satisfied wit how much she had already swallowed and needed mo in her throat… dat scene played over and over in my mind and nothing else would work, not even my own throat.

So I jus sat there, an sat.

Night fell an I still jus sat there on da couch, not sayin nuthin.  Rah-Rah fixed sum cheeseburgers an fries and my favorite rum-n- root beer mix- but as I stared at the plate and the glass the cheese got all hard an the ice in the glass jus melted away and separated from the rest.

Rah-Rah finally came over an sat down nex to me.  “Yo sunn you gotta eat, you ain't ate yet today nicca,” he finally broke da silence.

“I aint hungry,” I said, shruggin.

“C’mon, at least drink da root beer,” he said, pickin my glass up an holdin it out.  “You like dis rum-n-root beer shyt, I only got it in da house cause’a you.”

I took da glass, still movin like a dead man, and drank down half da glass, watery flavor and all.  I guess dat was why it tasted diffrently- it was real weak an had a slight copper like thing going on.

We sat there for a while longer, Rah-Rah havin put da TV on, and watched sum videos on BET Midnite Love.   All dat did was remind me of Joop, who was probably scourin da city lookin for me now- “dat is, if he even still gave a damn… I mean he GOT a bitch to suck his dick now rite..?  What he need ME for..?”

I realized then wit a sort of dizzy-feeling dat I said dat last shyt out loud.  I aint understand whut was goin on wit me… da room was startin ta spin… 

Rah-Rah smiled.  “Yo u wanna lay down now?”  He helpd me get up from da couch, cause suddenly I couldn’t make my legs werk.

Dat nigga Joop got me real messd up, I thought.  Now I couldn’t even walk rite… “Dat mufucka back-stabbin ..fuck,” I said all slurred.  I felt like I wuz on sum roller-coaster an shyt.  Da stairs swayed whole we tried to get up to da next level, and I think I blacked out.

 

…grinding, legs spread, feelin Joop’s dick in my hole (?), da world spinnin, I can't catch my breath…

….feelin hard breath on my face, Joop holdin me down while he slid in an out wit a hardness I never felt before…

…rainbow colors, red, blue, green, white, purple… all streakin thru da sky, my legs liftin up an wider…

…Joop wit his hairy chest against mine…

 

…but WAIT- I tried to remember sumthin bout Joop an shit chest as the colors spun and the world went white for a second.  Then, fighting thru da fog, I remembered.

Joop aint have no hairy chest…. But Rah-Rah did…!

 

I struggld to open my eyes and thru da mist in my vision I saw Rah-Rah layin on top of me, holdin my legs wide, bangin his dick into me… I was too out of it to feel anything before- but now, as I fought to wake da fuk up I started to feel a giant pain in my ass…

“Yo Rah-Rah…” I tried to say but he covered his mouth wit mine, pushin his tongue deep in my mouth… his breath smelled like sardines an I started to gag, pullin my mouth away from his…

Rah-Rah smacked da shyt outta my face.

It was weird to feel dat pain show up moments after he actually hit it.  ‘I hadda have been druggd,’ my weird mind told me.

“Don’t MOVE away from me no more,” Rah-Rah said, forcing his dick in my asshole which really started to sting and hurt.  “I waited madd long for you.  You is MINE now nicca, Joop don’t deserve you…” he grunted wit each stroke.

I was floatin on whatever it was dat I was on, I couldn’t even move… his pushin into me was so hard it made da bed shake.  He sped up, cried out- an somewhere I felt warmth between my legs… he musta bussd off inside me.  I weakly tried ta force him off me but he laffd wit dis crazy-ass look, an smackd me again.

“I aint thru yo,” he said, his words coming thru like he was far away.  “You OWE me years of dat azz.  Dat nicca Joop can't have you no more, and I’ll kill da nicca if he try to take you away…” an wit dat he flippd me over, makin da room spin faster again, and spread my legs once more...

***

I dunno how long it lasted… an hour, maybe more… I kept feelin him buss off over an over in me (or maybe it was da drugs)- and deep down inside where my rational mind wuz I wuz scurred dat he had sumthin like HIV an gave it to me… he had flipped me again an had my legs up in da air spread wide-wide, pushing dat dick in my ass non-stop… he kept sayin da whole time ‘I love you Mar’… he kept dat wild look in his eyes and I struggld, but each time I tried to pull away he smackd da shyt outta me.  I somehow knew dis was wrong and my body tried to snap outta this but he kept comin at me, again and again…. I slippd back into da blackness- da only way I could escape what was happenin…

 

SNAP!!!

A sound like a branch breaking reached me through da haze.  I still couldn’t wake all da way up but I fought like hell once again to open my eyes.  It was still dark in da room and Rah-Rah was still on top of me but… he had suddenly stoppd movin.

A shadow was right behind Rah-Rah, wit what lookd like a hand made from my darkest nightmares around his throat.  Then the fog lifted once again and, as the pain in my asshole came back to me, I realized the hand was just a black glove.

I lookd up at Rah-Rah.  His face looked… funny, like sumthin put a pause button on his expression.  He was heavier than I thought, but then I noticed that the gloved hand belonged to a hooded face and black-clothed body.  I felt like I should be worried, but I was too drugged up for that.

I could NEVER be too drugged, however, to not notice the fruity-musk scent of… “J-Joop..?  Is dat you..?”  I said in slur-speak.

“Yo Mar, jus don’t move iight,” he said in a foggy-whisper.  “I’ll take care of eerything.”

“W-what u mean..? I said, the blackness once more fillin in at da edge of my vision.  “What you gotta take care… of?”

“Yo I saw da bottle downstairz- you wuz drugged,” Joop said, his voice soundin farther and farther away now.  “We gotta get you outta-”

But his words faded az I slippd away.

***

My head was spinnin as the world came back into focus.  There was this taste in my mouth like half sweat half a bitterness like an orange peel.  It made my stomach turn an I leaned my head to the side- and saw dark shadows blur past on and on.  I realized I was in a car, in the passenger seat…  I tried to lean forward but the move made me sick all over again, wit me feelin like I was bout to throw up.

“Yo don’t move so fast,” Joop said then.

I moved my head the other way slowly and saw him next to me, drivin.  The car was dark and there was no musick blastin like usual when Joop gets ta drive.  I felt ached all over and there was a throbb in my ass…

…and that’s when I remembered.  I was at Rah-Rah crib and he- he-

Joop slowed da car down and pulled over to the side of the road.  He switched the lights off and sat still, breathin hard.  It was still in the middle of the night and there was no one else on this stretch of road.  Trees was all around us and anything coulda been starin at us from the dark woods… then I got a hold of myself.  What Rah-Rah had did was worse then anything that coulda come out at us from those dark trees.

“Yo baby u iight?”  I felt Joop hand touch my cheek.  I flinched and he pulled his hand away.  “Mar,” he started to say.

I shivered then, pullin my arms around me and jus starin out at the night.  I aint answer back.  I had nuthin to say- I was still back in dat room, that part of me dat knew dat Rah-Rah was just- takin it… that part which was trapped under whatever Rah-Rah had slippd to me in dat root-beer (yeah, I knew it hadda be the soda)- that part that was helpless to stop him from under the fog was now free, free to FEEL what Rah-Rah had done- what he was still doin in my head, over and over-

Joop scooted over to the far end of the car, I guess tryin to give me my space.  “You gotta go see a doctor,” he said slowly; I knew he was tryin not to make me nervous.  “I got the bottle from the den before I went upstairs, I saw it on the table.  He slipped some’a dis in yo drink,” he said.

I slid my eyes over to see him holdin up a dark, small bottle in his hand.  He flickd on his lighter an in da small light from da fire I could see da words on the label.

 

GAMMA HYDROXYBUTYRATE

 

I swallowed.  GHB… my pops had told me one time all about dat shyt- it’s one of the more popular date-rape drugs he said useta flow hard at raves an house parties in da area.  Dat nicca gave me a date-rape drug and then took me up to his bedroom… and Joop found it when he broke in da house lookin for me.  He WOULD think of coppin it jus because.   Joop, the best love of my lyfe, always thought eerything thru, even in his anger at what he found Rah-Rah doing to me…

That’s when I realized something else that I’d overlooked up til now, what with dealin in my head on Rah-Rah and the r-r-ra- … I couldn’t even think the word.  But Joop could, him and that terrible anger he carries around…

His anger…

I lookd over at Joop again, into his dark eyes, shining even in the blackness of the night. “Where is he,” I whispered, my throat scratchy and dry.

Joop stared back at me, unblinking.  “In da trunk,” he said simply.

I still couldn’t lift my head from the headrest, but I stared at Joop, and he stared back at me.  I was remembering, during that horrible foggy state, the sound of a large branch breaking right by my head… I knew then that it was the sound of Rah-Rah’s neck snapping.

The black hand around Rah-Rah neck- Joop’s robbery gloves are black.

I nodded then with subdued horror.  The complications of all this would haunt me an Joop for a long time.  How could we ever look at Rah-Rah moms and his son after this..?

But what came outta my dry and scratchy mouth was, “The mufucka deserved it.”

Joop aint say nuthin to that, and we sat there not sayin anything for a long time. 

***

The early mornin started to come up after a half hour.  Joop an I jus sat there in the car, not talkin, not movin.  I knew dat he was dealin wit da fact that he had jus killed someone- not a stranger, not from a rival gang or nuthin, but someone we both grew up wit- a FRIEND.  A friend who turned in a r-r- … I still can't say it in my head.

The fact is that he turned out real bad, and tried to make a bad situation worse.  Joop hadda protect me when I couldn’t protect myself.  That’s what lovers do.

I know he wanted to hold me, but he was afraid to- not jus because of what happened at Rah-Rah crib (Joop’s tryin to give me my space as a man rite now), but because of what happened at da mall- which he probably thinks is what caused all this.  And just as I was thinkin dat…

“Yo Mar,” Joop said, breakin da silence- “yo when I wuz lokkd up I seen shyt like dis happen up north all da time… and after da shyt went down dem niccas hadda either get strong in spite of it or give in and be broken inside for da rest of they time.  Now I know you a strong nicca, and I hope you choose strength instead of breakin down.  Now usually da kats dat get …attacked don’t get a chance to attack BACK, but I got this nicca rite back in da trunk… you could get yo revenge on da …da body… an dat’s sumthin rite?  He aint never gonna hurt u no mo…”

I listend as Joop tried his best ta make me feel better in his own, Joop-style way.  From dat alone I knew I’d be iight wit Joop, and for what happened at the mall and all dat, I jus let it go.  Far as I was concerned, Joop was there for me just like always, and that was mo important, cause I needed to feel like I could believe in sumone rite now.  I reached out and touched his hand.

Joop lookd over at me, and I could see tears start to spill over his face.  He said in a whisper, “Mar… baby… can u ever forgive…” and he started to sob, harder than I ever knew he could as a man.  I knew it was about guilt, about him not getting there sooner, about the mall, all of it.

I reached my arms out to him, the morbid blackness in my own heart starting to loosen up.  Joop pulled me to him and I laid my head on his shoulder as he cried, cried the tears I couldn’t shed for myself yet, cried for the terrible guilt he felt on his shoulders, cried for the endless love he had for me, and me for him.

I knew he would never hurt me like Rah-Rah had.

And then my own tears burst forth as I felt the familiar safety of his arms hold me up, bear me strong against the storm that raged as I howled from my gut every moment of horror I felt while Rah-Rah r-r-RAPED m-m-me…

…Oh god I said it.  I said it.

I shook with anger, rage, helpless terror, and disgust as the pain in my asshole flared up every so often to remind me that he r-r-raped me for almost two hours.  I struck out, I kicked, I yelled, cursed, cried and screamed out my pain- and Joop was right there, holding me, taking the punches, getting bruised and bloody from the wild kicking and yelling I put on him… and he said nothing.  He just held me while I hadda let it all out.  Looking back, I hadda say that if I’d never loved Joop before then, I loved him after- he certainly proved dat nite why I should love him forever. 

***

We sat holdin each other, lookin out into da dark, until we could see far into da woods from da early morning light dat comes before sunrise.  I looked around and saw that still no one was on this back road- I aint even know which one it was, the trees all look alike to me.  as I was lookin behind us to see if I could tell how far we were away from Seattle Metro I spotted the shovel and large back garbage bag in the back seat.

Joop caught me lookin.  “Yeah, we got no choice,” he tol me.  “Unless I'm jus gonna go back to lock-up to finish out my sentence.”

“Yeah and I’ll be rite in da next cell, charged wit conspiracy,” I said, rubbin my head.  It still felt madd tender.

“I’ll take da fall,” Joop said, “I been locked up before.  And you gotta finish college.  I’m rich now, remember..?” he laffd.

“Nicca I aint letting you go down,” I said wit sum heat.  “Not witout me, not THIS time.”

“Iight,” Joop put up his hands up.  “For now I’ll let you have dat- cause we gotta get up to sum diggin.”  He saw my look an replied, “Look, Mar- aint no other way we could do this- you was the last to be seen wit Rah-Rah before he… left us, and eeryone knew dat he an I mighta had sum beef.  Two an two aint seven yo,” he said.  “We gotta get him out dere,” he pointed to the darkened part to our left.  It looked like a long dark tunnel of trees and bushes.  It gave me da got-damn creeps but it did serve its purpose.

“Iight then,” I said, sighing as I reached for the door.  “Let’s do this.”

Joop leaned over an before I could open my door he laid his lips on my lips, pressing so light I thought he was tryin to airbrush clouds on my mouth.  His kiss was so full of love and passion that I actually felt myself respond to him.  Hope dat my sex life wasn’t fucked up forever from bein raped flared up and I smiled, lovin Joop so fukkin much.

Then we opened da car and got out.  We went around to the back of da car and I took a deep breath.  Joop looked at me, nodded to show encouragement, and then popped the trunk wit his remote.  The trunk door slowly opened up to reveal…

Joop jumped back with shock.

I stared at the trunk, not believing my eyes.  It was impossible…

Besides the spare tire and a couple of towels there was nothing else there.  No Rah-Rah, no corpse, nothing.

Joop and I looked at each other with mounting horror.  The trunk was EMPTY..?  but… where was the body..?