Free Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest by Corie Allen

wrong if
I smack the shit out you. Fuck away from me whore.
I’m done. Don’t come back down the jects either
stinking ass bitch.”
Tears showered down my face as Erik walked off. I
fucked up. Not only did I lose my place to stay, I was
hungrier than them African kids. The girl Erik sold
weed to stepped closer to me and wrapped her arm
around me.
“You okay?” she said
“No… now I don’t have no where to go and I’m hungry as shit.”
“Here, you eat crabs?”
She passed me a bag with platters inside.
“Thank you.” I said as I grabbed the bag with one
hand, and wiped my eyes with the other.
“So whats your name?” She asked me.
“Jocelyn.”
“I’m Akira… so Jocelyn where you from?”
I didn’t know what to say so I just made up something.
“Nostrand and Wilson.” I said. Akira burst out in
laughter.
“Nostrand and Wilson don’t even meet!”
I put my hand on my head being duly embarrassed.
“Okay you got me. I’m from Jersey. I ran away two
weeks ago. I don’t even know where I’m at. I been between here and Marcy every day, that’s it.”
“Oh, how you know about Wilson Avenue?”
“The dude that bought me over here from Jersey took
me to a club up Wilson Avenue.”
“You can come chill wit’ me, fuck that nigga.”
I smiled. I didn’t know where I was going or what I
was gone do but at least I had something to eat and
somewhere I could stay for the night.
“You smoke.” Akira asked me.
“Yeah” I replied.
Akira cracked and rolled a dutch as we walked to her
house. We puffed along the way and once inside of
the house. As the chills left my bones, I felt a sense of
warmth. This was different. Someone actually did
something for me without expecting something in return.
Akira’s house was nice. She looked young though.
She looked close to my age or maybe a little bit older.
I began to wonder whose house this was. After we’d
finished eating snow crabs and mussels, I helped to
clean up our mess.
It was nice to eat and chill in a nice crib and not have
4 or 5 different niggas trying to run down on me every night. Now all I needed was a bath and some sleep.
I must admit I was dirty as shit. I hadn’t had a bath in
3 days. I had the same shit on. I took a few bird baths
but I had been fucking like a racehorse. I needed to
soak really good.
“Akira, can I take a bath?”
“Yeah girl, matter fact I got some shit you probly
could fit. You look my size.”
Akira smiled and led the way upstairs. She went into
the bathroom and ran water in the tub. She went into
the cabinet and took out a towel, washrag, and a
douche. She put the towel on a rack behind the door,
the rag in the tub, and the douche on the side of the
tub. I stood in the doorway watching.
Akira looked up at me.
“So who house is this?” I asked.
“Mine… and my boy, but he locked up. He’ll be home
soon though.”
Akira said as she walked out of the bathroom and
closed the door behind her.
I stripped down to my birthday suit and jumped into
the bath. It was relaxing. I soaked a bit before washed
and got out. I washed out my panties and bra and
hung them on the shower rail. I hope she didn’t mind,
but I needed to wash them out. No point in washing
and putting dirty underwear back on. When I came
out of the bathroom Akira was lying on her bed. I had
the towel wrapped around me. She had some Love
Pink sweat shorts and a sports bra laid out on the
chair. I was about to slip on the shorts when Akira
asked me.
“Aint you gone put some lotion on?”
“I guess so.” I said.
Akira got up and went over to her dresser. She had a
crazy collection of Victoria’s Secret lotions and body
sprays. She picked out strawberries and creme. When
I thought she was about to pass me the lotion, she
told me to lay down.
“What?” I questioned her, being shocked.
I wasn't into no dike shit. I didn’t want to tip though,
especially because I needed a place to stay. If I had to
let this bitch rub lotion on me then oh