Free Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) by Aleta Williams Page A

come to daddy."
     
    Is this nigga crazy? He just fucked me up. Now I'm sexy. Come to daddy?
     
    Sabrina got out and walked over to the daddy she never had. He grabbed her by the hair.
     
    "Bitch, you ain't no tramp. Go put your shoes on."
     
    She did. When she returned the pimp looked at Peter.
     
    "Let's go inside."
     
    I was just playing, is what Peter wanted to say, but his dick and heart was saying something different.
     
    The three walked in the house.
     
    "Your shit is the business." The Pimp said admiring Peter’s expensive furniture and the topnotch liquor that sat on his wet bar. He was really digging the 62 inch plasma T.V.
     
    "Thanks, man. Shit I spent enough on this shit." Peter bragged.
     
    He looked over at Sabrina. Her lip was busted. She looked helpless. Peter felt bad for her.
     
    "Aye. Can I give her a towel or something for her face?"
     
      "Yeah. That’s cool."
     
    Peter walked off to the back and came back with a face towel. He handed it to the pimp and told him he was welcome to the bathroom. The pimp whispered in Sabrina’s ear to put on her big girl panties. He told her if she tried anything stupid or embarrassed him,  she would regret it.
     
    "Now smile." He said and she did.
     
    When she got up to go to the restroom, Peter offered him a drink. He had a choice of XO Hennessy or Patron. Old boy chose XO for him and Patron for Sabrina. Peter, feeling guilty about what he was about to let Sabrina do to him, thought he would help her out by crumbling an X pill in her drink.
     
    "By the way I'm Peter." He said out the blue as he handed the pimp both drinks.
     
    "Wack."
     
    "Wack?" Peter laughed. “A pimp called Wack?”
     
    "The bitches call me daddy." He was stern.  
     
    Peter’s phone beeped indicating his battery was dead. Thanks to Yay-Yay. She had been texting and calling him all night.
     
    "Bitch don't get the hint." Peter spoke out loud on purpose.
     
    "You smoke?" Wack asked, ignoring his comment.
     
    "Hell yeah. I smoke that good shit."
     
    Peter went behind his wet bar and pulled out a box. He then handed it to Wack. Wack opened the box and smiled. It was filled with Kush.
     
    "Nigga, I'm going to have to take some of this home."
     
    He laughed. But Wack was for real.
     
    "It’s cool. I got the hook up. Take some. Ziploc bags right there." He pointed to the glass table in the den.
     
    Sabrina finally came back out the restroom. She looked a little more fresh. But her lip was still messed up.
     
    I hope she can suck it . Peter thought.
     
    "Here", Wack said handing Sexy her drink.
     
    She took it and sat it down on the table.
     
    "Down it." Wack ordered.
     
    Her hands were shaking as she put the drink to her mouth and drank every drop. Peter hurried up and walked over and took the cup from Sabrina.  He was scared residue would be left in the glass.
     
    Boom....Boom....Boom.....
     
    Peter looked at Wack. Wack looked at Sabrina. Peter looked at the door. Sabrina prayed it was God answering her prayer by sending someone to save her.
     
    Boom...Boom…Boom….
     
    "Peter I know you in there. Open the door."
     
    It was Yay-Yay.
     
    "Damn." Peter mumbled. He forgot to lock the gate.
     
    “ That's your bitch?” Wack asked.
     
    Thanks for nothing God... Sabrina thought.
     
    Peter knew Yay wouldn't leave unless she got what she came for. Peter looked at Wack.
     
    "Hold up." He said and walked by the door.
     
    "What man? What you want?” He questioned.
     
    "Nigga, what you mean what? Open the door." She ordered.
     
    "For what? I'm busy."
     
    "Busy? Busy? You better not have no bitch up in here."
     
    "And if I did so what. You ain't my bitch."
     
    "Nigga who you fronting for? You don't even be acting hard like that. Anyway, I need some work bitches from the club been sweating me and I ain't got shit. Why you all up on pussy you missing money. Now open the damn door.”
     
    “ Man let her in. She too loud." Wack said.
     
    Peter obeyed.
     
    Yay