The Day the Streets Stood Still by JaQuavis Coleman

and his bedroom work had her head completely gone. Sunny wanted to be with him every minute of every day. She had left her mother’s house without looking back and recently Faheem had cut her visits with Sean all together. Sunny felt like all she needed was Faheem to make her complete.
    â€œAgggh!” Faheem screamed as he reached orgasm. Sunny followed with an intense cum of her own. They both collapsed onto the bed. Sunny rolled onto her side and drew her legs up to her chest. Faheem was so good in bed he often made her curl into a fetal position afterward. He looked over at her beautiful form and smiled to himself. He sat up on his side of the bed and pulled out a small glass mirror. He started chopping his heroin up to get it ready.
    â€œAye, gyal . . . you wanna try this?” Faheem asked Sunny for the fiftieth time since they had started dating. She didn’t even have to look over to know what he was talking about. Sunny had watched Faheem snort heroin on numerous occasions.
    â€œMy answer is still the same . . . no, I don’t wanna try it,” Sunny slurred, closing her eyes as she listened to Faheem snort like a pig. She wasn’t that drunk.
    Once Faheem fell back onto the bed, she knew he was gone off the heroin. His eyes were closed and a satisfied smile curled on his lips. Sunny was curious, but she had still resisted the urge to try something as hardcore as heroin.
    Sunny eased out of the bed on wobbly legs, grabbed her cell phone and went into the bathroom.
    She sat on the toilet and while she relieved her full bladder, she scrolled through her missed calls—all from Sean. Sunny snapped her phone shut and rolled her eyes. She knew calling Sean now would just lead to a bunch of questions about where she’s been staying and what she’s been doing and why she don’t call him and did she go back to school and what is she planning to do with her life . . . blah, blah, blah. She wasn’t in the mood for his protective brother/father role right now. Sunny admitted to herself that she missed Sean, but she wasn’t going to call him back and tell him that or let Faheem know.
    â€œI’m grown. I don’t have to explain nothing to nobody so you might as well stop fucking calling me. I’ll call you when I’m ready,” Sunny said out loud like Sean was standing right in front of her.
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    â€œYo, King Sean, don’t let them do me like this man. I . . . I . . . I’m gon’ get your paper . . . I swear, man. Just don’t let them do me like this,” an overweight, dark-skinned dude name Boogie begged as he tried to use his hands to cover his naked body.
    Sean sat calmly, eyeing the groveling mess of a man in front of him. He despised weak men and Boogie looked like a real female at that moment. Sean looked on serenely; he prided himself on being cool under pressure and never getting his hands dirty. Sean’s number one henchman, Beans, stepped closer to Boogie with an evil glint shining in his eyes.
    â€œListen, nigga, King Sean is the only m’fucka on these streets frontin’ niggas grams and for half the price of that bullshit y’all was buying that been stepped on a million times and you can’t have the king’s paper when you supposed to?” Beans growled, so close to Boogie’s face the heat of Beans’s breath threatened to singe the hairs in Boogies nostrils. “You beggin’ now but was you thinking about the king when you was stealing?” Beans spat. Then he drove his bare knuckles into Boogie’s fat face, busting his nose, resulting in a stream of blood that seemingly would not stop.
    â€œKing Sean took a risk on you, just like he did with the whole city, yet you the only nigga that never pay the king on pay up day and rumor has it you back door dealing, too. So you tell me, as a king, how King Sean supposed to take that? The way we see it, it’s like treason ’n’