Hood Secrets (A Ghetto Who Dun-It)

By Angee Parker

Welcome to a housing project in Chicago. Where sex, drugs and murder pour down onto the community like a thunderstorm.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Nov 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9780996884204

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STORY)

(PROLOGUE)

The Chicago Courier

SCORCHED BODY FOUND IN ENGLEWOOD

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS:45-year-old convicted sex offender and alleged drug dealer Jerome Sanders was found dead in his home last night. Sanders’ body was discovered by firefighters after they extinguished the 3-alarm fire.

Detectives said they believed the fire had been started in the living room. An accelerant was used on the chair where the body was found, in a possible attempt to conceal the murder.

An autopsy is pending. Police and fire officials are investigating the incident as an arson-homicide. No suspects have been charged as of yet in connection with the death.

(MOMMA T)

Momma T knew that Karma was the wrong bitch to try to fuck over. Because once she put you on her shit list, best believe when she came for your ass it was not going to be pretty. Jerome unfortunately had to find that out the hard way. No one was shocked that he was killed. Everyone was just surprised it took so long for someone to finally do it.

Jerome was low down and treacherous and everyone hated him. He called himself a business man but he was just a drug dealer and internet pimp. He liked to compare himself to Donald Trump. He would say that he ran his stable of young girls like Trump ran his boardroom, with fear. The only difference was Jerome never fired anyone. He killed them.

Momma T met Jerome when he was seventeen years old and just starting out in the pimping game. He was a smooth talker and charmer and it was easy to get caught up in his web of deceit. He had mesmerizing brown eyes and the body of a Greek god. He had a way of making a woman believe that he was the man of her dreams. But he was a nightmare that they could not wake up from. Momma T fought hard all of her life to stay away from men like Jerome. Choosing the wrong man was a skill that she had perfected. She was very good at her trade.

Her first love was her daughter Crystal’s father. They grew up next door to each other. He was her first crush, her first kiss, and her first fuck. He was also her oldest brother’s best friend, so they had to keep their relationship on the low. Her brother would have killed his friend had he known his twenty-one-year old homie was screwing his thirteen-year-old sister.

Momma T grew up in a housing project on 63rd and Calumet in Chicago. On her block there was a high-rise building with sixteen floors and two rows of eight connected houses that they called the row houses. The people in the row houses thought that they were better than the people in the high rises. They believed that their living conditions were better, just because they were not stacked on top of each other. But at the end of the day it was all still the ghetto.

As in most project homes, somebody was always there. So to hook up, Momma T and her guy would wait late at night until after everyone had fallen to sleep. Then they would sneak out to the back of the houses. It was pitch dark back there, a perfect spot for secret lovers trying to get their groove on.

Their rendezvous ended the moment he found out that Momma T was pregnant. She was devastated. Not only did he deny his baby, he also left her alone and in a horrible situation. She expected the impossible she wanted him to save her from her circumstances. But he could not because his living conditions were just as fucked up as hers. Did she expect him to move her from the bedroom she shared with her three sisters, to the bedroom he shared with his two younger brothers?

Momma T felt that their love could conquer all. She needed to believe that he loved her and that he would take care of her. But he was just like all the rest of the sperm donors that populated the projects. After they got what they wanted, they moved on to the next conquest. Once he took her innocence and cheated her out of a halfway decent future, he avoided her. So she set aside her childhood fantasies and joined the rest of her family on that vicious cycle of welfare and poverty.

Momma T had her second child, Diamond, when she was fifteen. She never wanted to fuck that sperm donor, but he wanted to fuck her. Because he was bigger and stronger, he took what he wanted. That horrific night was permanently etched in her mind. The day was like every other summer day in the projects, too hot to be outside and damn near suicide to be inside. The cement blocks that the houses were made out of stayed cold in the winter and hot as hell in the summer.

Momma T sat on the front stoop of her house waiting on the chokes truck. During the summer once a day a big brown truck would pull up, filled with government-subsided food to feed all the underprivileged ghetto kids. The people in the neighborhood did not care how the truck ended up there, they were just glad that it came. For most of them that was their only meal of the day. They were given a piece of fruit, a juice box, and two thick slices of bread with a small piece of processed meat in between it. The sandwiches were so thick and dry that if it was not chewed thoroughly you would choke.

The screeching sounds of an ambulance and police cars racing up the block took everyone’s attention off the chokes truck and onto the disturbance down the street. Everyone ran to see what the commotion was all about. Screaming and crying could be heard blocks away. Shock and disbelief shook the crowd once they realized the bloody mass that was splattered on the cement was Nita and her six-month-old baby.

Big-nose Steve, Nita’s boyfriend and the baby’s father, was in the apartment trying to talk his way out of the predicament he found himself in. But no amount of talking was going to get him out of his troubles.

Nita and her friend Kim had returned home from work unexpectedly and found Steve asleep on the couch with his baby in between his legs and his dick in the baby’s mouth. Kim ran out of the apartment to call the police. Nita started to scream, waking Steve up. When he realized that his dirty secret was exposed he tried to explain. After several failed attempts of trying to convince Nita it was not what she thought, he decided that it would be easier to just get rid of her. So he pushed Nita and his baby out of the window. Then he tried to leave the apartment. A few guys who lived in the building heard from Kim what he had done, blocked the door of his apartment, trapping him in until the police arrived. He begged and pleaded for forgiveness. Once he realized that any chance for redemption was going to be unsuccessful, he flung himself from the same 14th floor window he threw his family from.

Later that night the whole neighborhood gathered at the building to have a memorial for the family. Momma T decided not to go, because she was in a state of shock. She had seen Steve’s body hit the pavement and she could not get the image of his twisted body matted on the side walk, out of her head.

She was sitting alone on the front stoop of her home when the pastor’s son came up her walkway. She was actually glad to see him because she was still horrified by the day’s event, so she welcomed his company. They talked about the tragedy for a while then he asked her if he could have a glass of water. When she walked into the house he followed her. As soon as the screen door closed shut, he grabbed and pushed her onto the floor then he tore off her shorts.

As he entered her body with his small penis he whispered in her ear, You know damn well you want this dick. I know those young boys ain’t hitting this ass right, so I’m going to give you what you need.

Momma T was dumbfounded on how he had convinced himself that he was doing her a favor by raping her.

After he violated her, Momma T would see him around the neighborhood every now and again doing missionary work with his father. He never spoke to her, and when he saw her he would lower his head in shame and look away. Momma T thought that his guilt was not a big enough punishment for what he had done to her. So she asked Ray-Ray, the strongest boy in the neighborhood, to avenge her.

Momma T was the only girl Ray-Ray was attracted to. He was a closet homosexual; he liked to get fucked by men in the back of his mother’s hall closet. He thought no one knew, but everyone did, but no one was brave enough to confront him with that information. He could bench press 475 pounds effortlessly. So what he did, or who did him was unspoken of around the neighborhood.

Once Momma T told Ray-Ray about the rape, payback was the only thing on his mind. And he knew exactly how he was going to do it. Every Wednesday the Pastor and his son came to the neighborhood to pray for the sick. Ray-Ray put his mother’s name on the son’s list and waited for him to show up. His mother was out playing Bingo that night so he had time and opportunity to carry out his plan.

When the son arrived, Ray-Ray directed him to the bedroom. He informed him that his mother could not get out of the bed. Once they made it into the room Ray-Ray pounced on him like a tiger. He ripped off his clothes, bent him over the bed, and then he stuck his dick up his ass with full force. The son screamed and tried to escape but could not. Ray-Ray whispered in his ear, You know damn well you want this dick.

Once he executed his punishment Ray-Ray told him to tell only God what happened. If anyone else found out, he assured him that he would meet God sooner rather than later.

Nine months after the rape, Momma T had Diamond. She never told anyone who the baby’s daddy was. No one would believe her anyway, he was the preacher’s son and everyone loved him. She was just a young tramp who kept getting pregnant. At first Momma T’s mother was very upset that she was having another baby, but once the state increased her food stamps amount every month, that made the situation a lot more tolerable.

When she found out that she was pregnant with her third child Jade, Momma T was thirty-two years old. She did not believe in abortions so she kept the baby. Although she knew that her sugar daddy Milton was not the baby’s father, she told him that he was anyway.

Milton was thirty years older than Momma T, and he knew he had to pay to play. The first time he approached her, he had money in one hand and his dick in the other. Milton knew that she only wanted his money, but he did not care. Momma T made him feel good and it did not hurt that she was the hottest woman in the neighborhood. She was shaped like a figure-eight, curves in all the right places. Her breasts were small but perky and her ass was like a stop sign. The sight of her body immediately halted a man in his tracks. Everybody wanted her but Milton was the only