Free A Child of a Crackhead by Shameek Speight

sat on the couch staring at nothing. He thought to himself that when he gets older he would show his father while looking at the burn on his arm.
    It had bubbled up and dead skin was already starting to peel off causing itching and pain with the air on his skin. Michael swore he would kill him one day.
    Just then, Black Ice came out of the bedroom fully dressed. He walked into the living room and saw his son sitting on the couch just staring at the wall. A chill went down his back as he made his way to the door and left the apartment. Black Ice thought to himself that there was something wrong with that little mother fucker. He ain’t right. Shit wasn’t normal for a child to just be staring at walls. He knew in his heart that one day he would have to kill his son or his son would kill him.
    Once outside of the apartment, Black Ice walked down the block and walked passed his white Lexus and turned the corner. He walked half way down the block and stopped in front of a brown Ford Taurus.
    He took some keys out of his pocket and opened the driver side door and hopped in the car. He was going to check on the block and see how these fools are running his shit.
    He owned the Ford Taurus, but no one knew he had it. It had tinted windows and it was easy for him to creep around without anybody knowing it was him. He started the car and headed to Mother Gaston Avenue.
    He reached the block and slowed down and crept by slow. So he could notice everything that was taking place on the block. He smiled when he saw the young workers selling to the crack heads. He saw Ace standing by the project buildings watching every move that the workers were making. So, where’s Caesar? He thought to himself. He always sees Ace on the block, but Caesar is nowhere to be found. He pulled off down the neighborhood. He cleared his mind. Everything was in order.
    The block looks good. Rachel is hooked on crack and that means she’ll depend on him for the rest of her life. The only thing that he needed to do something about was that boy of his.
    Black Ice drove around in deep
    thought and hoped to see Roxy walking down one of these streets. He will beat her ass and snatch her ass up once he finds her.
    In fact, he would kill that bitch. In deep thought, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He was driving too fast to get a good look. So, he circled the block.
    He knew that the car he saw was Caesar’s.
    It was the only gold Acura Legend in the hood and no one else would be able to afford that car. When he rolled past the car again, it was his car. “What the fuck is Caesar doing over here?” he said aloud. He pulled up a long side of his car. His car was right outside of Ace’s apartment building.
    Why the hell would Caesar’s care be parked outside of Ace’s building? Black Ice wondered to himself with more questions to follow. He pulled forward and found a parking space ahead to keep in view of Caesar’s car and Ace’s apartment building.
    His mind was just racing with questions and not answers that he decided to sit up in his car and wait to see what was up with this scene. He pulled out a pack of Newport cigarettes. He took a cigarette out of the box and pulled out a jar of crack and stuffed some in the cigarette. After making sure the crack was nicely packed in, he lit it and inhaled. Taking in the entire smoke deep into his lungs he exhaled. The crack rushed into his system making his eyes open wide and got him nice and high. He kept his eyes on the apartment building and Caesar’s car.
    He watched a caramel woman walk up to the building and pressed the bell to be buzzed in. Black Ice sat up in his car seat to get a better look at the woman. He knew she couldn’t see him because of the tint on his car windows. He knew the woman. It was Shelly. He knew that fat ass anywhere.
    Shelly was a hood rat and a gold digger.
    Black Ice had fucked her a few times and kicked her to the side. She’d do anything to make a quick buck. Black