BrotherHood of Mifits: Roc: Brotherhood of Misfits, #1

By Khai L Bayne

What would you do with a second chance at life?

Would you go back to the same things that you were doing before, or would you embrace that chance and take a new path?

Being the byproduct of a single parent home growing up, I learned quickly that life wasn’t easy and it damn sure wasn’t fair.

I was faced with a choice back then; continue to stand back and watch my mother struggle with working three jobs to pay bills, put food in our stomachs, and clothes on our backs or do something about it. I chose to do something about it and for three years everything was going well, until the day

That my life changed forever.

When I met Jethro-Elijah ‘Eli’ Shepard, he told me that just because I wasn’t given a choice in how my life was dealt to me, didn’t mean that I’m not given a chance. He showed me that no matter what people say about you and what life throws your way, that you always have the option to either accept it or defy the odds to become something greater.

My name is Archibald ‘Roc’ Rochester. When I was seventeen, I was given my second chance. How did it turn out? Well, you’ll just have to read my story to find out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Khai L Bayne
• Release date: Jul 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513091785

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First and Foremost: Praises to the most high. Thank you for your everyday blessings.

My Boo Boo Kitty (My Mom): I love the fact that you reuse to read my books because I’m a ‘Senual Writer’, but you never once try to discourage me from following my dreams.

Last but Never Least: This book is dedicated to all of those out there who go through stress and struggles every day in life. Hopefully I have created a world for you to escape whatever it is that you are going through and giving you something that you can immerse yourself in, even if it is only for a few hours. I do this for all of you. Thank you. Even though I may not know all of you personally I do want to take the time to let you know that you are appreciated more than any amount of words can accurately describe.

This book is a Fucked Up Ever After so the road to the end is not all pretty shit and unicorn farts. It contains scenes of domestic abuse and violence. If these types of scenes are a trigger or sensitive subject to anyone. Please stop reading now.

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We Made It- Linkin Park ft. Busta Rhymes

Break ups to Make ups- Method Man ft. D’Angelo

Turn Down for What- DJ Snake ft. Lil’ Jon

Stereo Love- Gym Class Heroes

Love Never Felt So Good- Michael Jackson and Justin Timberlake

Lights On- Tyrese

I Like- Jeremih

Loyal- Chris Brown

That Girl- Justin Timberlake

The Truth- India Arie

What’s It Like- Jagged Edge

It Would Be You- Trey Songz

FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt- Jay-Z

All We Do- Trey Songz

Ribbon in the Sky- Stevie Wonder

Can You Stand the Rain- New Edition

This Woman’s Work- Maxwell

Mirror- Ne-Yo

Latch- Sam Smith

Holy Grail- Jay- z

Nicki Minaj- Only ft. Drake, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown

Ne-Yo, Pitbull- Time of Our Lives

Lay me Down- Sam Smith Ft. John Legend

Motivation- Kelly Rowland

The Sweetest Thing- Lauryn Hill

Who’s that girl (Reggeaton Remix)- Eve

Hold you down- Dj Khaled

This I Promise You- Anthem Lights

Stay With Me- Sam Smith ft. Mary J. Blige

Partition- Beyoncè

Broken- Seether

(Sixteen years ago, Raleigh, North Carolina)

All Rise! I hear the bailiff’s deep voice boom throughout the room. My palms are so sweaty that I have to wipe them on my pants repeatedly, and I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my skin. I’m so nervous about what is going to happen today. It’s not just me that I’m worried about. I take a quick look behind me to see my mom standing there with a grief stricken and heartbroken expression. She’s always been my biggest supporter and cheerleader. Now I feel like a total ass. When I started doing this three years ago, it was only with the intention of making her life easier, so that she could have more time for herself, and consequently me, but also not be so stressed out all the time.

The honorable Judge Janice McKinnon, presiding, the bailiff continues snapping my focus back to the front of the room. I watch as the judge comes out the small side door and walks up to the podium before she takes a seat. She looks mean as hell, and immediately my heartbeat starts to thunder in my chest. Her hard stare sweeps the courtroom and lands on me, pinning me in place with her cold eyes. I have to clench every muscle in my entire body, unless I want to embarrass my mother or myself any further, and show the judge how nervous she makes me by pissing my pants.

My heart is beating so fast that I feel like I’m going to pass out.  All I can think about is the day that I got into this bullshit.

******

Man, can’t you drive any fuckin’ faster? Khalil tells me while smiling as he checks his pager. Tenisha’s been blowing me up for the last hour.

I thought you said that was Keena? I shake my head and laugh, Look at you, can’t even keep your Bops straight.

"Shut yo’ bitch ass up! Just ‘cause you too good for all these hoes throwing pussy at you, doesn’t mean I’m going to pass that shit up," he says as he punches me in the arm, almost causing me to swerve. I shoot him a scathing glance, and focus back on the road.

"Yo motha fucka, hit me again, and I’m gonna put your ass out on the side of the street and take yo’ cut for this run."

Man, chill the fuck out! I was just messin’ with ya! he says in a nervous tone. "Besides, it was Keena at first, but then Tenisha started hittin’ me up too. I see him smile like the fuckin’ Joker out the corner of my eye. I was gonna ignore her and just stick with Keena since I ain’t seen that hoe in a couple weeks. However, I know with Tenisha all I have to do is whip my dick out and she’ll be all over my shit. He nudges me, careful this time not to do it too hard. Plus her pussy is so fuckin’ tight and wet. He reaches down and adjusts his dick. Man just thinking about that shit got me harder than Mrs. Germanski’s trigonometry class!

I laugh because I have the old bitch for second period class and know firsthand how hard her fuckin’ class is. Khalil, you my Ace and all, but if you don’t stop playing with yo’ dick in front of me, I’m going to and whoop yo’ ass!

As soon as he stops rubbing his dick, his legs start a restless rhythm of opening and closing. I can’t help it man, every time I think about her lips, mouth, and pussy on me I feel like Pookie from New Jack City.

If she got you that open, why don’t you just make her yo’ main bitch instead of playing wit’ all them otha hoes? I ask him.

’Cuz man I ain’t finna be on lock down like your ass. He shakes his head, No way. Fuck that shit! I mean I know you and Tatiana have a good thing going on with your arrangement, but I don’t see myself settling for just one piece of pussy like that.

Tatiana is my main girl. We not technically together, but she does know that she the only chick I’m fuckin’ with at the moment. She also know that I got other moves I’m trying to make and I’m not about to trick on her neither. We just like each other’s company, and she a pretty good fuck. Whatever man, all I know is that you keep fuckin’ wit’ all them chicks, and one day you gonna wake up and yo’ dick gonna fall off when yo’ ass get up to take a piss.

Yeah, yeah, yeah whateva! Yo, man where the fuck is Man Man? he asks as we pull up to the drop spot. This mutha fucka betta not be fuckin’ one of dem fiends man. He knows that K.P. gets all up tight and shit when we late getting’ back from a pick up.

Calm yo’ shit man. I’m sure he gots our work ready. I tell him as I pull the envelope holding the money we’re supposed to pay him out the glove box and put it in the inside pocket of my jean jacket.

Yeah whateva. I jus’ wanna get this shit ova wit’. The sooner, the fuckin’ betta. It’s Friday and I got things I needs to do, he says, opening the door and getting out the car.

I just roll my eyes and get out the car, making sure that I lock it before I make my way to the door where Khalil is already knocking impatiently.

I look around the ‘hood, noticing that it seems a little too quiet for it to be three in the afternoon. Somethin’ don’t feel right, I tell Khalil. The block’s too quiet.

The sound of locks and chains slowly being undone, and the rattle of the door handle draw my attention back to the door.

Man, you buggin’, ain’t shit wrong. It’s just another Friday. Everyone probably out tryin’ to get fly so they can hit the clubs and bars tonight. The door finally opens and we see Man Man’s youngest daughter, Kenika, slowly open the door.

What up lil’ bird? Where Man Man at? Khalil asks her as she shrinks back, trying to hide behind the door. Even though she was only like a year younger than us she always seemed so quiet and shy. She is built like a video girl; a cold little yella bone chick that was thicker than a snicker, and fuckin’ beautiful. Her long, curly brown hair, and hazel green eyes made her a prize that most boys, and some men wish they could claim. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was Man Man’s daughter, I’m sure tons of motha fucka’s would be trying to get at her. Although she never seemed to really welcome the advances of dudes like Khalil, or other dope boys who tried to get at her. I honestly think she has an issue with the life style and the game. So I never even bothered to try.

I push him further into the house, Man leave that girl alone. Yo Man Man, Where you at my dude?

I’m upstairs, chill in the living room, I’ll be down in a minute.

I turn and see Kenika looking at me. She smiles shyly at me knowing that I caught her checkin’ me out. I just wink at her, thinking that she may not have a problem with all dope boys, and follow Khalil into the living room.

After thirty minutes of waiting on Man Man to come down stairs, we finally had what we came for and were on our way back to drop it off to K.P. We had just made it around the corner when a flash of red and blue lit up the rearview mirror followed by what seemed to be a blur of black, white. The activity around us seemed to move at warp speed and the next thing I knew, we were on the ground, in handcuffs, being read our rights, and under arrest for possession with the intent to sale.

******

Mr. Rochester, are you paying attention? the judge’s icy voice brings me back to the here and now. I asked you a question.

I-I’m sorry, your honor but I d-didn’t hear your question, I stutter and swallow hard. Would you please repeat it?

She sighs heavily, "I’m giving you a chance to explain to me why with your exemplary academic and sports record, that you would take such a foolish risk of throwing it all away doing something as stupid and reckless as selling drugs," she scowls.

I swallow hard, turn back at my moms, and see the devastation and question in her eyes. She has never asked me herself why I did it. The only thing she’s done when she comes visit me is cry and ask me what she did wrong. That was the hardest thing that I’ve ever done; watch my mother cry her soul out, and I couldn’t even put my arms around her to comfort her.

Honestly, my voice croaks. I clear my throat then look back at the judge. Honestly, I repeat my voice sounding a little stronger, Since I can remember it has been just me and my moms. My dad was never around, and from what I can remember about him, when he was around he was never dependable and he used to be beat on my mom until she was unable to move, scream, or fight back. I keep going as I hear the tortured sob come from behind me. She’s worked two, sometimes three jobs, just to keep a roof over our head and clothes on our backs. I never realized how hard it was for her, until one night, I heard her on the phone with one of her friends. She was crying and telling her friend that she didn’t know what she was going to do, the bills where due, and she had gotten laid off from a job, and didn’t have a way to make enough for rent for the next month. I’m quiet for a moment as I wipe the lone tear from my eye. My mom’s the strongest person I know, I smirk a bit as I stare off in the distance. She is also a very stubborn and proud woman who doesn’t ask for help or handouts. She didn’t know I was still up listening to her conversation, but I knew that night that I had to do something to help make it easier for her.

"The next day at school, I went and talked to my friend who is the local dope boy and asked if he would let me help him and make a couple quick dollars to help my mom. He agreed, and I did a couple drops with him. I took that money that I earned and put it in an envelope and left it in the mailbox for my mom because I knew that she wouldn’t take it from me if she knew how I actually got it. So I left it and waited ‘til she ‘found it’. That night when I saw the joy on her face, it was enough for me to want to do anything in my power to keep it there. So I decided to ask my boy if I could get on, just to make some cash here and there. I never wanted to be in it for the same reasons as the others; I never bought flashy chains, clothes, or shoes. It was just the quickest way I knew to make a dollar, and help my mom out. Pretty much everything I ever made went to her to help her pay bills. I honestly think I only had about three thousand saved up for me from what I made over the last three years." I look at her impassive stare, and I wondered if she is going to add more time to my sentence. I already know I’m facing a grip based on my charges already, and I know she has the power to make it a hell of a lot more.

She continues to stare at me like she is contemplating something. Answer me this Mr. Rochester, she says after a moment. Why didn’t you stop doing what you were doing and get a job when you were old enough?

My mom chokes up again behind me, and I know my answer is going to hurt her even more. Because my mom didn’t want me to work, I tell her, as I look her straight in the eye. She said that the only thing that she wanted me to ever focus on was school, so I could go get good grades and get a scholarship. That way I could get myself out of the ‘hood and never look back. I smile weakly at her. Besides I knew that even if she let me get one she would’ve never let me help her with bills. She always said that it was the parents’ job to help the child, not the other way around. That, and she would’ve made me save everything I made until I graduated and use it for books and whatever else I would’ve needed for college. So I did what I thought was right at the time, and continued to make good grades, while making a little cash on the side. I figured that when I left for school, I could get a part time job and still help out even if it wasn’t going to be as much as I helping out before. I finish telling her.

She looks me over critically for a few more moments, before shuffling some papers in front of her. Please rise, Mr. Rochester, her voice is just as frigid as before. I along with my public defender stand. Please understand that while I don’t condone your activities, my heart starts beating loudly in my ears, I can sympathize with a young man trying to help ease his mother’s burden. She looks at me with an almost imperceptible hint of kindness in her eyes. "Normally, under these circumstances you would be sentenced to a juvenile detention facility for your crime. However, you are not one of the ‘normal’ thugs or miscreants that usually stand before of me. She gives me a pointed look. With that being said, the county has adopted a new program that takes first time offenders and places them in local businesses where they can carry out their sentence in lieu of actual jail time. The weight in my stomach and on my shoulders instantly lifts as her words register. You will be sentenced to four years of probation and community service at a local business of the courts choosing. However, she pins me with her stare, make no mistake Mr. Rochester, this is your one and only reprieve. If you get in any trouble or get arrested during any time that you are in this program, you will immediately go to jail, without time served. Do I make myself clear?" she asks me.

Y-yes ma’am, I mean yes your honor! I turn around and hug my mom, and the courtroom erupts in chaos.

The judge bangs her gavel repeatedly, the sharp sound echoing throughout the room. Order, order in the court! she yells and everyone seems to calm down. I turn back to her waiting for what she has to say. "You are free to go and are released into the custody of your mother, Mr. Rochester. I hope that I never have to see you in front of me like this again, as it will not end as favorably next time, she tells me before looking at my public defender. Stop by the clerk’s office and make sure he has all the information that he needs to report to the appropriate place of business. His community service starts on Monday morning.  She bangs the gavel down once more. Court is adjourned." She stands and the bailiff advises everyone to stand