Hittin' the Bricks: An Urban Erotic Tale by Noire Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Noire
the incinerator room and wormed her way under a whole slew of plastic bags overflowing with rotting garbage.
She could hear Saint's footsteps. He was looking for her, and he was gonna give her some of the same damn thing he had just given India. Eva was breathing hard and her heart felt like itweighed a hundred pounds. She was suffocating under heavy bags of stank, putrid garbage, and the foul smell was making her choke and gag.
Eva squeezed her eyes closed and made herself go limp. It was a trick she used to use when she lived with Rasheena. It was almost like going into a nod without being high. It was Eva's self- protection. It calmed her down and helped her escape the insanity of everything outside of her control.
Saint stormed up and down the hall. He was looking for her. Eva heard his footsteps fading, like he was going back up the stairs, and then they got louder again. Closer. Like he was coming back down. She lay there quietly in her self- protected world as his footsteps got even closer. And then they stopped.
He was standing outside the incinerator room.
Eva heard him breathing hard as he stepped inside. He grunted and kicked at a few bags. He picked one up from the top of the pile and Eva felt a rat run across her thigh. She was terrified. Frozen. But she was protected in her own mind. He couldn't get to her. She was limp, so he couldn't even see her.
He stood there for hours it seemed like.
Eva heard an apartment door open somewhere upstairs and a woman laughed in a high- pitched voice. Saint moved then. His footsteps were fast and heavy. They retreated toward the stairs and got fainter and fainter, until she couldn't hear them anymore.
The high- pitched laughter turned into a scream, and Eva fought her way up from the mounds of garbage and staggered out of the dirty room. She ran up the steps as fast as she could, and what she saw hit her in the stomach and boggled her mind.
India lay crumpled on her side. Eva knew it was her, but it didn't look like her. She was unrecognizable. Her face had beenkicked all the way in. Her eyes were open and a pool of blood was fanning out under her head.
“Indy …” Eva moaned. She sank down to her knees beside her girl. Eva was scared to touch her because she didn't want to hurt her, but in her heart she knew India was already way beyond pain.
A sob came from the top of the stairs and Eva looked up.
“Call an ambulance!” she shouted at the old Mexican prostitute who lived next door to India. The old lady covered her mouth and fled toward her apartment. Eva turned back to India, soft cries escaping her lips. The smell of blood sickened her. It gave her flashbacks.
“You poor baby,” Eva whispered and cried. “You poor, poor baby …”
She bent over to kiss her friend good- bye, but there was no part of India's beautiful face that wasn't covered in blood. Eva took her arm and settled for a spot just above her elbow instead, then rose to her feet, grabbing India's pocketbook as she stood.
“I'ma handle that mothafucka!” Eva vowed, slinging India's purse over her shoulder. She took one last look at the lifeless body of her best friend, then ran back down the stairs as fast as she could. Pausing outside her apartment door, Eva heard the faint sound of police sirens in the distance. She took out her key, said a quick prayer for Indy, then went inside and called the 28th Precinct, and dropped a big fat dime on that blackhearted sinner they called Saint.
I ndia's murder marked one of many turning points in Eva's life.
She had always held on to her dream of having a legitimate career and doing something positive with her life because she wanted to reclaim her son someday. But now, after India's death, everything was different. It seemed like time wasn't on her side anymore. Eva truly understood the old saying “Life is short.” Suddenly she was in a rush to do everything and to do it all immediately.
The first thing Eva needed to do was get a job. Money
She could hear Saint's footsteps. He was looking for her, and he was gonna give her some of the same damn thing he had just given India. Eva was breathing hard and her heart felt like itweighed a hundred pounds. She was suffocating under heavy bags of stank, putrid garbage, and the foul smell was making her choke and gag.
Eva squeezed her eyes closed and made herself go limp. It was a trick she used to use when she lived with Rasheena. It was almost like going into a nod without being high. It was Eva's self- protection. It calmed her down and helped her escape the insanity of everything outside of her control.
Saint stormed up and down the hall. He was looking for her. Eva heard his footsteps fading, like he was going back up the stairs, and then they got louder again. Closer. Like he was coming back down. She lay there quietly in her self- protected world as his footsteps got even closer. And then they stopped.
He was standing outside the incinerator room.
Eva heard him breathing hard as he stepped inside. He grunted and kicked at a few bags. He picked one up from the top of the pile and Eva felt a rat run across her thigh. She was terrified. Frozen. But she was protected in her own mind. He couldn't get to her. She was limp, so he couldn't even see her.
He stood there for hours it seemed like.
Eva heard an apartment door open somewhere upstairs and a woman laughed in a high- pitched voice. Saint moved then. His footsteps were fast and heavy. They retreated toward the stairs and got fainter and fainter, until she couldn't hear them anymore.
The high- pitched laughter turned into a scream, and Eva fought her way up from the mounds of garbage and staggered out of the dirty room. She ran up the steps as fast as she could, and what she saw hit her in the stomach and boggled her mind.
India lay crumpled on her side. Eva knew it was her, but it didn't look like her. She was unrecognizable. Her face had beenkicked all the way in. Her eyes were open and a pool of blood was fanning out under her head.
“Indy …” Eva moaned. She sank down to her knees beside her girl. Eva was scared to touch her because she didn't want to hurt her, but in her heart she knew India was already way beyond pain.
A sob came from the top of the stairs and Eva looked up.
“Call an ambulance!” she shouted at the old Mexican prostitute who lived next door to India. The old lady covered her mouth and fled toward her apartment. Eva turned back to India, soft cries escaping her lips. The smell of blood sickened her. It gave her flashbacks.
“You poor baby,” Eva whispered and cried. “You poor, poor baby …”
She bent over to kiss her friend good- bye, but there was no part of India's beautiful face that wasn't covered in blood. Eva took her arm and settled for a spot just above her elbow instead, then rose to her feet, grabbing India's pocketbook as she stood.
“I'ma handle that mothafucka!” Eva vowed, slinging India's purse over her shoulder. She took one last look at the lifeless body of her best friend, then ran back down the stairs as fast as she could. Pausing outside her apartment door, Eva heard the faint sound of police sirens in the distance. She took out her key, said a quick prayer for Indy, then went inside and called the 28th Precinct, and dropped a big fat dime on that blackhearted sinner they called Saint.
I ndia's murder marked one of many turning points in Eva's life.
She had always held on to her dream of having a legitimate career and doing something positive with her life because she wanted to reclaim her son someday. But now, after India's death, everything was different. It seemed like time wasn't on her side anymore. Eva truly understood the old saying “Life is short.” Suddenly she was in a rush to do everything and to do it all immediately.
The first thing Eva needed to do was get a job. Money