Freaks Cum Out: Crackhouse

Freaks Cum Out: Crackhouse Freaks Cum Out: Crackhouse

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is the third installment in my series Freaks Cum Out. Sabrina goes looking for her mother in the most unfavorable of places.

Summary

This is the third installment in my series Freaks Cum Out. Sabrina goes looking for her mother in the most unfavorable of places.

Chapter3 (v.1) - Freaks Cum Out:

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This is the third installment in my series Freaks Cum Out. Sabrina goes looking for her mother in the most unfavorable of places.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 04, 2010

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 04, 2010

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Sabrina

“Have you seen my Moma Ms. Bernadine?”

She said no and I wasn’t surprised. Hell, she was in such a daze I’m not sure if she could see me right now. Ms.Bernadine, my mother’s dope smoking buddy, was sitting on the porch of an abandoned house. She had on a t-shirt from a university that had smeared shit all over it and her jeans were three sizes too big. Of course her signature smile was missing a few teeth, but somehow I still recognized her.

Ms.Bernadine looked horrible and if I had any sorrow or feelings for her situation I may have shed a tear. Unfortunately,I had become desensitized by this whole thing. For year’s I had to endure multiple arrays of bullshit living with my mother. Seeing crackheads, drug deals, and violence had become apart of my life, but I refused to let it become a part of Corey’s.

If it wasn’t for Corey I would have my ass at home chillin. I honestly didn’t care whether she lived or died but a ten year old who hadn’t experienced the rough parts of addiction still loved his mother. If thats what you wanted to call her.

We hadn’t seen or heard from her in a week and Corey wanted to know where she was. So here I was searching for her in a place I promised I would never return to.

It wasn’t enough that she had driven Grandma damn near crazy with her mess, but I now had guardianship of my brother because she is unfit.

Thank God Grandma took care of me because I wouldn’t known where I would be. Now it was my time to take care of Corey since our mother was a selfish drug addict.

I wanted to leave Corey at home but I didn’t want her to pop up while he was there alone. I knew if that happened he would let her in and I would come home to a damn near empty house. While I was walking up and down the street Corey was locked in the car watching me.

I talked a little to Ms.Bernadine before she lost focus, got up, and started walking off right in the middle of our conversation. I shrugged it off as I was used to crack head behavior. I was walking back to the car and noticed that Corey wasn’t looking at me, but in another direction.

I looked down the alley where he was looking and saw my Moma. I would know her anywhere and I guess Corey did too. He would even know her in a dark alley, on her knees, sucking a man’s dick.

I screamed at the top of my lungs when I saw her. Not for her but for Corey. I didn’t want him to see that. The guy whose dick she was sucking grabbed her head and started ramming his dick in her mouth when I screamed. I guess she was trying to get up but he wasn’t done. Corey being super over protective jumped out of the car and started running to her. I caught him before he got too close.

“COREY, GET BACK IN THE CAR” I yelled grabbing him and pulling him back to the car.

I guess she saw us. She looked our way but her facial expression was blank. The man was about to stuff his dick back in his pants and leave but she grabbed it and put it back in her mouth.

He was nasty looking. Short and stubby he stood about 5’5 with a gut that hung down almost covering his dick. He was white and stood out like a sore thumb in this area. Yet, he looked relaxed getting his dick sucked in an alley.

“Thats Moma” was all he kept saying trying to see as we got back in the car.

“No its not” I told him and locked the doors. I started the car and was about to pull off when someone came knocking on the window.

“Moma” Corey yelled almost climbing over me to get to my window where she was knocking. I stopped him and pushed him gently back in his seat.

She motioned for me to roll the window down. I didn’t want to but of course Corey wanted to talk to her. He was damn near bouncing in his seat. I guess he didn’t know what a “john” or a “blow job” was.

To him Moma was Moma regardless how many dicks she sucked or how many of his video games she stole. He still loved her. I damn near hated her. Yet here I was.

I rolled the window down a little bit so we could hear her ,but I didn’t want her dick breath on me or Corey.

“Hey babies, what yall doin down here” She said whipping her mouth and fidgeting with her clothes.

“We’re looking for you Moma. Come on and get in the car so we can go” Corey said unlocking the doors. I locked them back and shot him a look that would have killed Hulk Hogan.

“Naw, Core I wish I could baby. I gotta go see about a job.” She lied

I almost laughed. For Corey’s sake I kept a straight face. My Moma hadn’t had a job in 20 years. She was already employed by the crack pipe and the heroin needle. And I almost forgot by whatever man puts money in her face to suck his dick.

“But Moma I miss you. I want you to come home with us” Corey begged.

Looking at him beg made me mad. She didn’t deserve his love and his begging. I wanted to get out the car and slap her for lying to us but that was what she did best, lie.

“I know boo Moma misses you too but I’m gonna get this new job so we can get another place and you can come stay with me.”

Now she was fucking up. Telling him the same damn lie and I’ll have to clean up the mess when she doesn’t come through.

Luckily we got a break.Ms. Bernadine was calling her.

“JoAnn come on. Come On Jo.. ” she yelled like Christ was coming.

“I gotta go babies. Love you.”

And like that she was gone. Running down the street with Ms.Bernadine and disappearing into a house down the block.

Corey looked confused. I just grabbed him and hugged him real tight. He was sensitive if nothing else and soon he started crying.

A little at first then uncontrollably.

“She she she…she just left us” He stammered between cries.

“I was still talking and she just left” He continued to say.

“I know baby. That’s not the real her. Remember I told you that she is sick. Well, that’s what the sickness does to you. We don’t matter when she needs a fix”

He cried in my arms and it reminded me of when he was a baby. When he used to cry from the withdrawal of the drugs. I was 18 at the time and raising a crack baby. Sometimes he would just cry for no reason. I don’t know where I got it from but I was so patient with him. I just rocked him and repeated “ I love you” over and over until eventually he stopped.

“I wanna go home” Corey said interrupting my walk down memory lane. I let him go and he wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket. I started the car and sped down the street getting us away from the crackheads and crack houses.

He looked out the window still searching for her. l. But I already knew where she was.

In some abandoned house she was getting high while her “babies” drove away.

My wall was built up to her but Corey still hadn’t gotten bricks together to build his.

Unfortunately, he would and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.


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