Free Raunchy by T. Styles

Rodger pays good money. We only going up the block. I be back." She jumped into the car and pulled off but Nut kept her eyes on the car until they turned into an alley and it was out of view.
    "You okay?" I asked her. “You think he gonna hurt her or something?”
    "What?" She snapped.
    "Ughhh, I said are you okay?"
    "Yeah. And stop getting into grown folk business." Her eyes remained in the direction Cherry went.
    "Grown folk?" I laughed. "First of all we talking about whoring. And second of all you only 4 years older than me. So how is that grown folks business?"
    "I’m still older than you." She told me.
    I was about to respond when people started screaming from up the block. It was in the direction Cherry and Rodger went in. I wondered where all the commotion was coming from until I saw a crowd form. All of a sudden Cherry came limping out of the alley holding her hand between her legs. Blood poured from her body and she looked shocked. Then Rodger barreled out of the alley in his car almost hitting two kids riding bikes in the process. We both ran up to Cherry who walked a few feet before falling on the ground.
    When Nut reached her, she got on the ground and held her closely. I’d never seen them this upset before and I could tell that these two whores had more love between each other than my own mother had for me.
    "I told you not to trust him!" Nut cried out through her tears. "Why you ain’t listen to me?" She lifted Cherry's head and placed it on her lap. "Somebody call the ambulance!" She screamed to no one in particular.
    "I already did! They on their way?" An older black man yelled. "Is she okay?"
    Nut ignored him and said, "What happened, Sasha? What he do to you, huh? Did that sick bitch shoot you?"
    At first I thought she said the wrong name until I saw she was looking dead into her eyes. Go figure, Cherry’s real name was Sasha.
    Cherry looked like she was about to pass out as blood exited her body. "I think...I think he cut my pussy with...A blade or somethin’. You think I’m gonna die? I don’t wanna die."
    We both looked at each other in horror as the ambulance pulled up. They put Cherry on a gurney and Nut jumped in with without saying goodbye to me. That was a whole lot of action for one day.
    I was left walking home by myself with no liquor and a fucked up picture in my mind of Cherry with a lot of blood over her body. My mind was racing in the heat when a new white beamer, with paper tags pulled up on the side of me. The music pumped from the stereo system and the tinted window rolled down.
    “Harmony, let me holla at you for a minute?” Asked Jace. He parked on the curb and I tried my best not to jump all over his dick. Shit, he just got a red Audi a few months ago and now he pushin’ a Beamer!
    “Why you ain’t been answering my calls, Jace?”
    “Get in the car, Mony.”
    As the years went by he got cuter and it didn’t hurt that his father Rick who lived in Los Angeles put him on in a major way. He didn’t see his father regularly and his mother died when he was a baby. She was stabbed while breast-feeding him in a public park in L.A. When they found her slumped over, Jace was under her body with her breast in his face. He almost suffocated to death.
    Still Jace was the kind of nigga who no matter what, when he came into a room, you had to turn around to look at him. And Shirley gave me one piece of advice that I thought made sense. She said, 'Harmony, never get with a man who looks better than you. Get an ugly man, one who would love you more than he does himself. That way he'll never leave you.' And although I hated her with a passion, I took that message to heart.
    I walked over to his car and said, “You gonna give me a ride home?”
    He smiled, leaned over, opened his car door and said, “Stop fuckin’ around and get in."
    I ran my fingers through my long black hair, wiped the sweat off of my forehead and onto my ripped acid wash jeans. Then I strutted smoothly toward his