Ghetto Tales Of Anguish part 2

By J. Brinkley

The saga continues as Dewain searches desperately for the truth behind his best friend's murder, even putting his own life at risk.

Finding out the truth didn't bring the closure that he thought it would, but he could now go on without having to look over his shoulder and worry about his family's safety.

Dewain made an oath to himself to raise his newborn better so he wouldn't to repeat the vicious cycle of failure that runs ramped in his urban world

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Brinkley
• Release date: Feb 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9781393763604

J. Brinkley

About The Author Currently an independent author, Jonas Brinkley was born in Georgia and raised by his mother in Tift County. His writing talent manifested from his teen years and by the encouragement from his relatives and friends. He developed it by taking the relevant college courses that honed not only his writing skills but also his knowledge on various fields like Theosophy and Business. He founded ( Voice Of My Ancestors ) Voma Publications LLC. J. Brinkley's unconventional philosophies about life and love are a gift that ought to be shared with the world via writing.

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Chapter One

The weather was rainy and gloomy when Dewain walked into the Southern Baptist Church for Sunday worship. People sat down quietly and listened to the pastor preach the word of God. Dewain found himself a seat and sat down. He listened to the pastor for a moment until suddenly the pastor’s words became distorted and started to sound like mumbling words.

Dewain thought back to when he was a juvenile, running up and down the aisle, disrupting the service. He remembered getting his ass torn up after service when he and his mother got home. His thoughts shifted to when he was incarcerated at the county jail. He did some research on religions and found out that there were over three hundred sects of Christianity. He discovered that John Smyth created the Baptist religion in 1608, Charles Parham started the Pentecostal religion in 1901, Joseph Smith founded the Mormons religion in 1830 and Charles T. Russel originated the Jehovah Witness religion in 1872. Dewain concluded that all religions were man made and dogma. He asked himself where God was when his best friend, Eric and his whole family was slaughtered. Where was God when his ancestors were beaten, raped, robbed and enslaved?

Dewain stood up in the middle of the service and walked out. He drove to the bootlegger’s house and bought a gallon of Lord Calvert. As he walked back to his car, he debated on whether he should drink it with a Coke or drink it straight. He decided to drink it straight. He drove to the corner store and got a large Styrofoam cup, got back in his car and poured a half a cup of liquor and took a sip before he started his engine. He drove over to the weed spot and bought a quarter of popcorn mid.

His cellphone rang and he ignored it. He drove around listening to music, smoking his weed and drinking his liquor. He drove to the graveyard and parked as the rain started to slack up a bit. He got out of the car and walked up to Eric’s and his kids’ tombstones. The liquor he had drank was finally kicking in. He staggered a little but he maintained his balance.

Damn Dog, I miss you. Why you had to leave so soon? Dewain couldn’t help but to weep. He fell to his knees, feeling alone and heartbroken. His cellphone rang again but he didn’t pay it any mind. He took another sip of his liquor, sat his cup down and laid flat on his back as stared into the heavens and watched the light raindrops fall from the sky onto his face.

He began to wonder what came after this life on earth. If there was a heaven and hell, then where did Eric and his kids go? He looked at his watch, what felt like thirty minutes had turned out to be an hour.

He got up off the ground and stood before Eric's grave. I'm gonna find out what really happened to you and I swear, I’m gonna make them pay, or I'll lose my life in the process.

Dewain poured the rest of the liquor that was in his cup onto Eric's tomb. He staggered to his car and opened the door as his cellphone rang again. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was Lizette.

What’s up? He answered.

You, Papi. I’m in town. Wanna link up?

Dewain hesitated before he responded. Sure.

You positive, Papi? You sound a little indecisive.

I'm good. Just a little tipsy. Where you at?

I just got off I-75 and I’m crossing under the bridge as we speak.

Ok. Meet me at the La Quinta Inn. I'm on my way now.

Ok, Papi. I'll see you soon.

Dewain made it to the hotel and as he walked up to the front entry, he got a text message. Room 108. He greeted the lady at the reception desk then continued to scroll to room 108. He turned the door knob and walked in. Lizette was laying on the bed butt naked.

Hey, Papi. You look wasted. She got out of bed, walked over to him and hugged him. How much have you had to drink?

Not that much.

You sure you can handle this pussy being this intoxicated?

Dewain’s cellphone rang. He looked at the screen to see that it was Felicia. She had already called several times. He let it go to the voice mail, walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Yeah we good, he said.

Good. Lizette straddled him and kissed his lips.

He picked her up and turned towards the bed to lay her petite body on it. He undressed himself quickly then crawled on top of her. Caressing her breasts with his hands, he kissed them and sucked on her nipples as she arched her back upward so he could get a mouthful. He bit her passionately on the neck then moved down to her naval and placed soft kisses all over her stomach.

He slid a Magnum condom on, then eased his dick head into her warm, wet pussy, making her let out a soft moan. She wrapped her legs around his lower back and grabbed his butt cheeks to pull him deeper into her. He began to grind into her and rotate his hips with every thrust. Her hand slowly moved up his back to his broad muscular shoulders as she kissed the top of his chest then bit into his flesh softly while he continued to fuck her.

He turned her onto her stomach aggressively and penetrated her from the back, giving her eight full inches of stiff dick. She grabbed a fist full of bed sheets, his body weight felt good up against her skin. Damn, Papi, go deeper!

Dewain fucked her harder until her small body shivered. Her vagina tightened around his dick as she released her built up cum all over his dick. Dewain continued to feed her pussy his dick until he ejaculated. Sweat poured from his body and his breathing was heavy as he laid on top of her and basked in the good feeling of ecstasy.

After five minutes of laying skin to skin, he rolled over onto his back and looked at the ceiling, while she remained laying on her stomach. Out of the blue a sense of guilt swept over him. He and Lizette made eye contact.

You ok? She asked.

We can't do this anymore.