Keyshia and Clyde by Treasure E. Blue Page B

want you to do me. Put all this shit down your tonsils. If I could do it, you can, too.”
    Keyshia grew apprehensive and began shaking her head as she backed away from him. She knew at that moment he was a sick, sick man, and he scared her. “No, I don’t want to do this no more. I’s gives you yo’ money back and I’s just want to go.”
    Sugar Bear was furious. “Bitch!” he snapped. “You ain’t going no fuckin’ where!”
    Keyshia froze as he flew off the bed like a raging bull, grabbed her by her hair, and tossed her back on the bed. “Now open your fucking mouth and take all this shit just like I showed you!” Keyshia struggled violently, but he was a brute and slapped her each time she resisted.
    Outside, Clyde made it to the door and listened to Sugar Bear’s booming voice.
    â€œOh, shit, young girl, that’s right . . . take all this shit, that’s how the fuck you do it.”
    Clyde knew they were in a compromising position and decided to make his move right then and there. He held the shotgun firmly in his hand, backed up a few feet, and kicked the door wide open. He caught Sugar slipping something lovely as he was laid all the way back on the bed with his hand on the back of Keyshia’s head, thrusting it rapidly on his penis.
    â€œWhat the fuck . . . ?” Sugar said.
    Clyde saw the terror in his eyes as he leveled the weapon at his face. “Get the fuck on your stomach and put your mother-fuckin’ hands behind your head!” he yelled.
    â€œOkay, okay, man, just don’t shoot!” Sugar Bear said nervously, his voice several octaves higher than Clyde’s.
    The thin, naked girl scurried on the ground, covering her head, sniveling tears of fear. Clyde looked at her and felt sorry, ’cause she appeared to be no older than fifteen and was obviously living harder than the average girl her age, because her rib cage protruded through her skin. But he couldn’t show any compassion at that point and yelled at her, “Get the fuck up off the floor, bitch, and shut the fuck up!” She obeyed.
    When she stood up, it was then that Clyde recognized her face. She was the same girl who’d saved him in Marshall’s a few months ago. When she stood up, still frightened, Clyde got a full view of her naked body. He wanted to turn away. She was skinnier than he’d thought, almost as skinny as those Africans on the UNICEF commercials. He grew angrier with Sugar Bear, wondering what the fuck in the world this grown-ass man, well in his forties, could possibly want from a child like her.
    â€œPut on your clothes,” he said to Keyshia. He walked slowly over to the side of the bed where Sugar’s black, naked ass lay nervous and trembling in fear. Clyde stared down at him with disgust and unleashed a wicked blow to his head with the butt of the shotgun, causing the big man to squirm in pain.
    â€œPlease, man,” he pleaded, “don’t hurt me. Take the money, all of it. I ain’t gonna give you no problems.”
    â€œShut the fuck up and give up them rings and bracelets.” Sugar obeyed while shaking uncontrollably. Clyde wondered if this was the same dude with the feared reputation. He was shaking so badly that he could hardly take off his rings or bracelets. Clyde delivered another vicious hit to his ear. “Faster, mother-fucka. Faster!” Sugar shook like an epileptic. After he took off all the jewels, he stared at Keyshia as she shifted from foot to foot as if she had to go to the bathroom. Clyde stood over him and stuck the shotgun under his jaw and spoke in an eerie whisper: “You like little girls, motherfucka?”
    Bear panicked and began to cry. “Man, I don’t know what you talking ’bout, she . . . she told me she was eighteen.”
    Clyde hit him again, this time drawing blood from his ear. “Do she look eighteen, motherfucka? You think I’m