Kaysha Davis

            I never really had anything growing up. We always had our necessities but anything outside of that was a pure blessing if it crossed our paths. I looked at the things that people had around me and how they took them for granted. I had never wanted to continue to be in the hood struggling day in and day out. I vowed to myself that I would work hard and do the things that the people around me never did. No matter how many good intentions I had things never seemed to go as planned. I later learned that if there was no pain there was no gain. So with every tear there would be a rainbow with a pot of gold.

~My Beautiful Nightmare~

            Laying on the bathroom floor I tried desperately to hold my screams in. I panted and took deep breaths but this pain that I felt was unbearable for any fourteen your old child to be experiencing. It felt like someone was gutting my insides out. I couldn’t take it. Tears streamed down my face and I just knew that this would not be good. “Kay open the door,” my sister Katrina knocked. As another pain ripped through my body I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but let out the screams that I had kept inside. “Aaaahh,” I screamed doubled over in pain. I had always had nightmares about this day. Now I was actually living it. I just wanted to get through this in one piece.  “What’s wrong with you?” Katrina screamed. I could hear the panic in her voice. I couldn’t respond as I started feeling a lot of pressure. I heard another voice and it was Keith’s. Seconds later they burst into the bathroom. “Oh shit. What’s wrong with her? She’s dying?” Keith said. He looked like he had grown faint and was ready to pass out.

“Kaysha…you’re having a baby?” Katrina asked looking at the blood and fluid on the floor. Sweat drenched my body as I cried out in pain. I had never realized that I was this far along. I had just graduated from eighth grade two weeks prior and now here I was having a baby. I was a baby my damn self. “What is all the noise for?” Big Ma asked coming around the corner. Her facial expression said it all. I knew she was pissed and disappointed all in one.

            When I made it to the hospital it was time for me to push the baby out. I had never had any prenatal care or anything but despite it all I gave birth to a healthy baby girl. She was so perfect and so small but she was all mine. They rushed her off to get her cleaned and she was perfect. She only weighed six pounds even but other than that she was okay. I was so exhausted and I had to get fourteen stitches. I was really sore to say the least. They gave me medicine for the pain and I was out like a light.

            When I did wake back up I thought that it was all a bad dream but when I realized that my baby was no longer moving in my stomach reality set in. I had actually given birth to a baby...my baby. I was nervous as shit. I looked over to my right and my brother Keith lay stretched across a chair sleeping. "Keith," I called out. He moved around and made some groaning noises. "Are you still in pain?" he asked sitting up.

"A little, where is she?"

"In the nursery, I can't believe you had a baby. That's the nastiest shit I ever saw in my life." Before I could say anything else the door swung open. Big Ma came in. She didn't say anything for a long time. She just sat there in one of the chairs. I could tell that she had been crying and it made me feel two feet tall. "So you done went out and had you a baby," she said staring a hole in me. I didn't say anything as the warmth of my tears graced my face. "Ain't no need in crying now. She here and healthy and that's all that matter," she said wiping the tears that hit the corner of her eyes. There was a knock on the door and I had never been so happy to see a nurse in my life. She took my vitals and made sure that everything was okay. "Tomorrow a social worker is coming to talk to you. You better talk with the brain God gave you. You not giving that baby to nobody. You gone take care of her the way she is supposed to be taken care of. You have to grow up really fast now Kaysha," she told me. I couldn't say anything because I felt so bad. She paged for them to bring my baby girl in and I swear it was love at first sight. She was so pretty and so perfect. She had my nice light skin with a head full of curly jet black hair. My baby was beautiful. I knew then that this was what my life would be all about and I wasn't upset about it. In a weird way I was happy to give my little girl what I had never had.

~Aiesha Jones~

            I wasn't always this girl who just simply didn't give a fuck. My future used to be so bright but that was the difference of being a inner city girl and a suburban girl. I learned that either you were getting ran over or running with. I was a runner by heart. I realized that feelings only get you hurt no matter how much you care about a person. I grew that tough skin and it wasn't shit nobody could tell me. Either you were complimenting my swag or getting fucked over by it. I was tough as nails and didn't need a crowd to approve of my every action. I knew who I was and where I wanted to be.

My day dragged by as usual. I went on about three breaks and a lunch. On my last break I talked to Keisha and she had Chris car and promised she would pick me up. I was always accepting a free ride. I clocked out and went outside to meet her. Hearing a horn blow I turned in the direction. I couldn’t help but shake my head as the black Escalade came back into the parking lot. He spotted me and pulled into a park. “This is stalking,” I said.

“No it’s not. I’m M.J.,” he said now face to face with me.

“You know you seem crazy right?” I asked laughing.

“I know the truth. I’m trying to get up with you though. Maybe we can kick it sometime.” M.J. was about six feet even. He wasn’t too tall or too short. He was very slim and you could tell that he was very into his appearance. M.J. possessed a baby face and his waves lay perfectly on his head. He was indeed very handsome. I gave him my number and walked away as he stored it in his phone. “Who was that?” Keisha asked.

“A dude I met earlier,” I said as she pulled off. Chris had an old school Chevy and it was sitting up right. He would often let Keisha get the car and we would chill. “Sam get off in another hour so we can shop around in her job until she gets off,” Keisha said. I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I had shit else to do anyway.

            After getting Sam we decided to go out to eat but it wasn’t anything major. I was tired and Chris and Keisha were supposed to be going out so she dropped us off and I went home to an empty house. I took a long hot bubble bath and lay across my bed watching State Property. I could watch this movie a million times and never get tired of it. Hearing my phone ring and I rolled over and got it off the charger. “Hello,” I said placing it to my ear.

“Was sup shorty?” the deep voice asked.

“Nothing was sup with you?” I knew it was M.J. I wasn’t expecting him to call this soon.

“Shit chilling. Where you at?”

“At home.”

“Damn so when a nigga gone be able to spend some time with you?”

“I don’t know. I work and go to school.”

“So you a busy woman?”

“Yup something like that,” I said. M.J. seemed cool but I wasn’t looking for anything serious and we both determined that. He had a girl at home and two kids and one on the way. I wasn’t trying to fill her shoes or take her place.

 

            After about two weeks of talking and us seeing one another only for short periods, M.J. finally set aside a Saturday for just us two to chill. M.J. was really cool to be around. He was goofy as hell and always had me laughing my ass off. So that Saturday we planned to go to the movies and out to eat. I didn’t want to do too much or anything so I decided on some simple straight leg jeans from Express and a fitted ruffled front blouse. I wore gold flats and over sized gold bamboo earrings. I had bought me a black leather BeBe bomber jacket and I looked really cute. My hair draped my face in a fresh wrap and bounced effortlessly. My jeans fit me snug and showed off the banging body that I had inherited from my mother. M.J.’s seven o’clock was actually eight thirty but I didn’t trip.

            When I went out and got in the truck he was playing Drake’s song Brand New. I loved me some him already and he had just hit the scene. We laughed and joked around. I liked that I could be myself around him. We ended up seeing Death Race and it was okay we ate at Joe’s Crab Shack and by the time we were leaving it was one o’clock. As we walked back to the car M.J. walked behind me with my ass pressed against his dick. I didn’t want him to think that this was that at all. It took more than a dinner and movie to play in this cookie jar and that’s what he needed to know from jump.

            He dropped me back off that night and for about a month straight we kicked it. I wasn’t trying to be his girl and vice versa. Besides me he also talked to another chick name Camille. I had seen her send him some text messages when he left his phone in the car with me. I didn’t trip because I knew my place.

            By the time Christmas rolled around we both had grown sexually frustrated. I hadn’t had any in months and he just hadn’t had any from me. M.J. hustled and he was working with something. His swag was on point. The nigga rocked Gucci, Bvglari, and Armani like the shit was given to him for free. So for Christmas when he bought me some diamond studs, a real Gucci hobo bag with the matching wallet and Marc Jacobs boots a bulb kind of went off in my head. I hadn’t done anything with him yet. And if this was the shit he was doing just for Christmas the shit could only get better. He didn’t know me and I might play innocent but he had just opened up a can of worms. We clicked a lot and I could tell that he was at ease because when it came to me, I didn’t bug him about who he was with and why he didn’t do certain things. I was cool, I was still young and I felt what it was like for a nigga to hurt my feelings and I wasn’t trying to go that route ever again.

~Gucci Fever~

          After yet another dysfunctional dinner with my family I changed clothes and waited for M.J. to pick me up. He came around nine and I knew what was happening tonight. I was gone see what he was about. I dressed in a black low cut sweater dress and knee length Steve Madden leather boots. I had my hair in a fourteen inch sew in which suited me well because it made me look older. We went to the W Hotel along Lakeshore and when I say the suite was nice it was breath taking. M.J. had a bottle of Champagne on chill and the place was fit for a king and queen. I took my shoes off and got comfortable. He opened the Champagne and poured us both glasses. “Merry Christmas,” he said kissing me. I kissed him back and I could feel his hard on. I was moist in-between my legs also. The chemistry that we had was definitely thick. He moved his hands down my back and rested them on top my ass. I pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. I slowly unbuttoned his Ralph Lauren button up and it slid down his arms. I grinded onto his dick letting him know that I wasn’t a shorty for real. If being with Marquis didn’t teach me shit it taught me the power of pussy. I did my thing sexually. There was no denying that. Marquis was a nigga of a different caliber so I had to make sure he was pleased. He was always showing me new things and I was always willing. “Damn ,” M.J. said squeezing my ass. I stood up took his pants off and I wasn’t surprised that his skinny ass had a big dick. I slowly pulled my dress over my head revealing my red lace bra and thong. My stomach was flat as a wall and my ass and titties sat up perfectly. I took great pride in my body. I walked back over to him and he slowly pulled my bra off. He took one of my titties in his mouth slowly rolling us over. He stared at me for a little while with his devilish grin. He pulled my thong off and slowly pushed my legs back. He gave me that grin once again as he slowly went head first into the feast that I had prepared for him in-between my legs. M.J.’s head was lethal and that alone would have been enough for any basic bitch. When he slowly inserted himself in me our bodies rocked with one another. I sat on top of him rolling my hips and he held onto them for dear life. Pussy had power and now I knew that. M.J. was all into my young ass. That night sleep was the last thing on our mind. We fucked until the sun was greeting us. I knew the difference and love making was not what we chose to participate in. We knew what it was. When we were together the world could go away. The reality of things was that he had a separate life and I was not going to interfere in that.

 

Shai Davis~

            I had always been the type to try to plan my life out step by step day by day. I always wanted things to be perfect, for me failure was not an option. I guess it was just in my genes to be a hard ass. I wanted the perfect career, the perfect family, and the perfect relationship. I had yet to learn that nothing in life is perfect and that's why it's life. We live to make mistakes because that's what we learn from. I’ve always had so much hope for my life being so different though. I worked so hard at not being another statistic that I still fucked around and messed up. I had always excelled in school and even at work, I just knew that things couldn't get any better. I figured I knew how shit goes, but I had to realize that life doesn't come with a guide. I couldn't just see everything through a magnifying glass. I had to actually feel the pain, heartbreak, and failure to realize that it was a much bigger plan for me.

~If Only You Knew~

We pulled up on what I guess was one of Hassan’s joints and Dana hopped out. I opened my door and walked around to the driver's side. This was much different from our block; our block was quiet and very well kept. We were in the hood of the fucking hood. No grass, trash thrown around and not to mention the fact that both niggas and bitches were out posted on the block. I was too out done. I got a few dirty looks but shid I wasn't cut for that breed of living and I would never act like I was. Don't get me wrong I'm far from a punk but this street shit wasn't me. That's why I always told Dana to be careful. As I was pulling off I obviously wasn't paying too much attention because I damn near smacked the back of Patience car. He had stopped to talk to someone and obviously wasn't going to move. I slowly eased my way on the side of him to go around. At the end of the block he sat on the side of me, I was going to turn right and he was going straight. There was oncoming traffic so we both sat there waiting.  "You not gone apologize for almost smacking my shit back there," he joked.

"You shouldn't have been in the way," I said back rolling my eyes.

"What's all that for? I'm just fucking with you....where you going?" I felt bad because maybe I did give him a little too much attitude. "Home," I said back.

"Why don't we get up with each other?" he asked. I looked him over and his smile sealed the deal, I gave him my number as a car honked behind me. He called me as I pulled off. "So can I see you tonight?" he asked into the phone.

"It depends on what time," I said as I turned onto the expressway.

"Man I got a couple things to do. Maybe around ten," he said.

"That's cool."

            When I got in I texted Dana and told her that I had made it. Simone was gone and I made a mental note to make sure I called her in the morning. I fished through my closet for something to wear. I didn't know where we were going so I decided to go casual. I texted Patience the address and started to get dressed. I knew that this would be a process. I showered and ended up dressing in some Diesel skinny jeans a black off the shoulder shirt and silver Jeffery Campbell flats. I was a real curvy girl but it fit me well. I ran the flat iron through my hair and just as I was spraying on my BVGLARI perfume Patience was calling. I added a little lip gloss grabbed my purse and I was out the door.

            The Chicago breeze felt great against my skin. We was riding in an Audi Coupe and when I tell you it was clean, it was clean inside and out. "You look nice," he said.

"Thank you." I loved compliments. Young Jeezy's latest cd played as he cruised down the street.

            We ended up going to eat downtown at Bennigan's. I didn't know any other places that were open but Patience was really cool to be around. He was one of those laid back ass niggas. He observed everything around him. He was a little cocky, but not in a bad way. He didn't talk about materialistic things he was just sure of himself. I hadn't been out on a date in a long time. I have this thing for aggressive men. If you can't handle me then there would definitely be no second date. Patience was a decent height, he stood at about 6'2. He had this nice caramel skin. His hair lay perfectly on his head in waves and his goatee was lined up perfectly there wasn't a hair out of place. He had a nice build and to top it off he dressed pretty nice. Kind of thuggish but his brands were A-list.

            After dinner we walked around for a little while, the breeze downtown swept right through both of us. It started to drizzle lightly so we made our way back to the car. He opened the door and let me in then went around to the driver side. Our conversation just seemed to flow and surprisingly we had a lot in common. As we made our way back out west the rain seemed to come down harder. When he pulled in front of my house all the lights were out. I looked over at him and gave him a smile. "I had a good time," I said.

"Me too...you cool peoples," he chuckled.

"What you laughing for?" I asked hitting him playfully in the arm.

"Nothing...do I get a good night kiss?" he asked staring a hole in me. I leaned over and my lips slightly touched his. Our tongues intertwined with one another and his lips were so soft. He kissed me perfectly. "Alright...I'll hit you up tomorrow," he said as we both slowly pulled away.

"Okay," I said as I opened the door to get out. Lightening struck through the sky and my scary ass jumped. Patience let out a laugh and I couldn't help but laugh also. I got out of the car and ran through the rain onto the porch to go inside. He waited until I closed the door then pulled off. As soon as I stepped out of my shoes my phone was ringing. "Hello," I answered on my way upstairs.

"What would you say if I said I was coming back to get you?" Patience voice asked on the other end of the phone. A devious smirk came across my face. "I'm waiting," I said.

"Come outside then." I peeked out the window and he was seriously outside. I slipped my shoes back on and ran back out to the car. I got in and he pulled off. The ride was pretty silent. We were both in our own worlds. He was so intriguing and cool to be with. I usually tried to stay away from his type but the bad boy had gotten me.

            We pulled up to a gated condominium complex in Berwyn. He typed in a code and the gate opened. We drove inside parked in the garage and we took the elevator to his floor. Patience opened the door to his place and it was a sure bachelor's pad.  There was a pool table and regular black Italian leather sectionals. He didn't have too much of a color scheme other than black, white, and a little silver here and there. His place was pretty typical for a man. There were no signs of a woman. Not even a hair clip was in sight. "You want anything?" he asked. I shook my head no. "I'll be back. Get comfortable," he said.

"I really need to get out of these clothes," I said. I had a big pet peeve about being in wet clothes. I should have gotten me some clothes but I didn't...I guess I was being too thirsty. Patience gave me a t-shirt and basketball shorts. I went into his bathroom showered and he didn't come back into the room until I was damn near dozing off. He climbed in bed and the smell of weed was very evident. It didn’t matter if he had showered or not, I had a real sensitive nose. "You sleep already?" he asked looking at me. I shook my head no but I really was. I turned over and looked at him. His eyes had a haze over them. He pulled me close to him and it felt extremely good to be in a man arms, I melted into his chest. He stroked my head and I slowly looked up at him. I moved my lips into his. With our make out session in full force I slowly climbed on top of him. My insides were throbbing out of control. I could feel his man hood threw his boxers. Patience ran his fingers through my hair as his back rest against the head board. We kissed for what seemed like forever but my lips never got tired. We slowly undressed one another letting our clothes rest peacefully about the room. As he slid the condom over his dick my eyes nearly bucked out of my head. I slowly slid down on him being very cautious of the fact that I had never had anything in me that big...on top of the fact that it had been so long. Our bodies rocked in sync. What we shared was so sensual, yet passionate and aggressive. "Damn....," I screamed as he now had me bent over with my ass in the air. The things that he was doing were unheard of. I had only messed with squares in my day so this was new to me. I was use to two positions....missionary and me being on top. I had always had an inner freak and he bought it out. I didn't give a fuck about giving it all too soon....there would be more from where that came from. "This mothafucka right," he said holding onto my hips and working his way in and out. I felt him hitting my spot and it seemed like I got tongue tied. Everything just all started to blurt out at once. With the release of that backed up tension I felt like I could take on the world. Patience and I collapsed on top of one another and went into a deep sleep. He was by far the best I had ever had.

 

CONCRETE ROSE WILL BE RELEASED 9/19/2012!!! YOU ARE MEETING 3 DIFFERENT GIRLS FROM 3 DIFFERENT WORLDS!!! IT WILL BE A 3 BOOK SERIES AND YOU WILL SEE THEM LAUGH, CRY, TRIUMPH, AND MOST OF ALL GROW HOPE YOU GUYS ARE READY!!!!