Raunchy 2

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2011910657 ISBN 10: 0984303065
ISBN 13: 9780984303069
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What’s Poppin’ Fam!!

The Cartel Publications loves and appreciates your business and support, ALWAYS!
Getting right down to it, “Raunchy 2: Mad’s Love”…MANNNNNN, this joint right here is absolute FIRE!! I know I told ya’ll that “Raunchy” was T. Styles’ best work, but I stand corrected. T. Styles’ best work is in the palm of your hands! This joint goes! It will make you laugh, get mad and feel some kinda way all at the same time. I read this in one sitting! I could not move until I finished it and I was in awe and shock when I did! Damn T!!! Maybe I should just say this book is T. Styles’ best work TO DATE cuz I know she will continue to keep ‘em coming!

Aight ya’ll in keeping with tradition, with every novel we shine a spotlight on an author who is either a vet or a new comer makin’ their way in this literary world. In this novel, we recognize:

“James Frey”

James Frey has penned novels such as, “My Friend Leonard” and his most famous novel, “A Million Little Pieces”. That novel was an excellent cautionary tale whether fiction or not and we at The Cartel Publications appreciate his literary journey.

On that note Fam, I’ma let ya’ll do what it do! Go ‘head, call out sick from work, go grab your favorite snack and get ready to read one of the best novels of the year!

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DEDICATION

I dedicate this to Charisse Washington. Your support and inspiration throughout my career is invaluable. I would not be the writer I am had it not been for your belief in me. You give me wings.

Foreward

To all of the skeptics, or naysayers who said “Raunchy” was too nasty, I’d like to personally give you my ass to kiss.
Raunchy is defined in the Webster’s Dictionary as being
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sexually explicit
. So if you had a problem with any of these things, why pick up
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finish reading a book with this title? There are plenty other titles with less risky names. Some are even in my own bibliography.
I chose the title Raunchy because it is an incendiary title designed to stir emotions and cause conflict. Although Raunchy is the primary characteristic of the main character, Harmony Phillips, she is a product of a fucked up environment and, as you’ll read in “Raunchy 2”, was unable to stop the destructive cycle from reaching her kids.
Still, the Raunchy series has a method to its madness and I appreciate all of those who received the message. So, without further adieu, I bring to you the second edition to the series, and I pray you are taken on an exciting heart wrenching journey.

T. Styles
“My life couldn’t be more fucked up then what it is right now, and I got all intentions on making the world around me feel me on this shit too.”

- Mad Phillips

PART ONE

PROLOGUE
Spring of 1994 Galveston, Texas

Six year old Madjesty and Jayden Phillips, non identical twins, slammed down their glass jars repeatedly trying to catch more roaches on the filthy wooden floor. Since the boys didn’t have any unbroken toys, they resorted to old school methods to stay busy and keep their hearts occupied. They’d stop ever so often to scratch their skin which was riddled with insect and rodent bites. The room smelled of piss and unwashed clothes and it was so hot that the odor permeated throughout the small house.

The spring heat in Texas covered the state like a heavy quilt under the blazing sun. And even though nighttime had fallen on Galveston, it was still sweltering. No one expected this year to be so uncomfortable and those without air conditioning suffered the most. Already six heat related deaths were reported and the weatherman advised everyone to stay inside to remain cool or consequences would continue to be fatal. But just like anything in life, some folks just don’t fucking listen.

“Hold up,” Madjesty said, “spray me with some more water first.”

Jayden picked up the water bottle filled with dirty water and sprayed him as requested. This was how they kept cool but the results were always short lived. In seconds, the heat would fry their skin and they’d be sweating all over.

Focusing back on the game Madjesty looked at his brother’s jar. “You cheatin’, Jay! I got more than you!” Madjesty said pointing at his upside down glass jar that was once used for honey. Five roaches crawled haphazardly around the glass looking for a way out. Madjesty was wearing a white t-shirt so soiled it looked brown and he wasn’t wearing underwear. “You ain’t got but like three.”
“Ahn, ahn! I got like six roaches!” Jayden said pointing at his jar with four ghetto crawlers inside. Just like his brother he didn’t have any clean clothing and wore nothing but a pair of filthy boy’s underwear to cover his body. The heat attacking him so unmercifully now, that his brown skin was dripping in sweat.
“Count ‘em again! And I bet I’m right.” Madjesty persisted.
Both boys were incorrect, but because they weren’t doing well in school, neither could count properly. Luckily Ramsey, although drunk, spoke perfect English and demanded that the boys use correct language around the house, at least while he was home. Had it not been for him, things would have been way worse for them in school.
“How come you like Tisa?” Jayden asked tapping his jar.
“’Cause she like me I guess.” Madjesty shrugged.
“Well I think girls are dumb. And I don’t like ‘em.”
“Well you like, mama.” Madjesty frowned. “And sometimes I don’t like her.”
“Because she’s mama. We gotta like her.”
“Says who? I hate her the most sometimes.”
“That’s mean, Madjesty.” Jayden frowned.
“No it ain’t!” He shook his head. “Anyway, I’m not thinking about mama. Because Tisa gonna have my baby. Watch.”
“That mean you have to have sex. You know how to do that?” Jayden asked with wide eyes.
“Naw. But I’ma learn.” Madjesty said hopefully. “I’ma learn and have like six kids, a dog and a wife. And a big house with lots of food and stuff.” He paused, taking his dream in fully. “Watch, you’ll see.”
“Not me. I just want enough money to eat what I want and do what I want. And I want mama to love me a whole bunch.” He opened his little arms widely. “Like this much right here.”
Madjesty frowned. “That dream dumb!”
“Your dream dumb!”
They were about to catch more bugs when they heard their mother come home. Cutting the lights off in the room, they rushed to their beds to hide. Throwing the covers over their heads they waited for Harmony’s wrath.
The blue cotton dress Harmony wore was drenched with sweat and vomit, as she wobbled into the house she shared with Ramsey. Thrown out yet another bar for not being able to hold her liquor, she was disoriented and all over the place. The moment the door was open, she fell down at the threshold before picking herself up to lean on the wall for support. Making her way to the kitchen, she was on a hunt to find the bottle of liquor she believed she hid from herself during one of her many attempts to quit.
Opening and slamming cabinet drawer after cabinet drawer, she didn’t care about the noise she was making or the fact that her twins were due in school the next day.
“Whereeeeeeeeeee is my vodka?!” Her words slurred and she wiped the sweat off of her scarred face. “You dirty, niggas betta…you betta…give me my shit!” During her drunken stupors, she always believed they stole from her.
If Ramsey, Harmony’s on again off again boyfriend wasn’t away in DC visiting his grandmother with his son Dooway, as he did two months out of every year, she would’ve never gone this far.
“Do…I said…do,” she fell on the floor, “do ya’ll, niggas hear me?!”
“Madjesty,” Jayden whispered from the top bunk in their room. “Don’t make a sound.”
“Okay.” Madjesty replied shaking. The sheet on top of his body was so stiff due to being dirty, that it felt like paper against his skin.
“You gotta pretend you sleep. Don’t go help mama if she ask ‘cause she’ll hurt you again.”
“But she’s gonna be mad.”
“MADJESTYYYYYYY!” Harmony yelled scaring the living shit out of her boys. “COME HERE!”
Jayden was frightened for his brother. He remembered the time Harmony bashed his head into the wall just because he didn’t come to her quick enough. But Jayden hoped if they ignored her, that she’d be sleep within the hour.
Not knowing what to do, Madjesty started weeping. For whatever reason, Harmony loved calling on him when she was at her worst. Partially because although he was timid, he did have bouts of anger and she liked to antagonize him the most. In her mind, he gave her a reason to be abusive. No one would question why she’d have to beat a child who was unruly.
“She gonna be mad if I don’t go. She gonna be mad at me.”
“IF I GOTTA…YOU DIRTY NIGGAS DON’T LOVE ME,” she started mixing her thoughts together. “I’M THE MOTHER OF THIS HOUSE! THESE…THESE BITCHES AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME! I HAD MONEY! MY DADDY GAVE ME MONEY! THEY JUST STOLE IT FROM ME!” She continued on a mental rant, spewing anything that came into her mind at the moment. “IF I CALL YOU AGAIN, MADJESTY I’MA KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I’MA…I’MA…KILL YOU!” She pulled herself up off the floor again for the moment. “I’M NOT FUCKING WITH YOU!”
Madjesty hopped out of bed wearing the white-soiled t-shirt and no underwear. Creeping out of the room, he bypassed the dirty clothes in the hallway. The moment he approached the kitchen, he smelled the alcohol fuming from his mother’s body.
“Mama,” Madjesty said approaching her. Harmony lie on the floor with her dress rose and her vagina exposed. “Are you okay?”
“Wherrrrreeee the fuck is my liquor, nigga? Huh?”
“I don’t know, mama.” Tears fell down his dirty face. “I don’t have it.”
Harmony lifted her head to look into her son’s eyes. Madjesty was a cute kid who had the weight of the world on his shoulders. “You look too much like a bitch. That’s what I hate about you. You think you’re prettier than me don’t you?”
“No, mama.” Madjesty said shaking his head repeatedly. The idea of being pretty period, disgusted him. He certainly didn’t want to be prettier than his own mother.
“Yes you do you dirty, nigga! Showin’ your split tale and shit around this house! What I tell you ‘bout showing your split tale?”
Madjesty was always confused on what a split tale was but he was too afraid to ask. He didn’t understand it was a vagina because he wasn’t supposed to have one. I mean, why hadn’t she used the word pussy or coody cat like he’d heard her say many times when referring to herself?
“I don’t remember, mama.” He shivered.
“You wear pants in this house, nigga! Always!”
“Okay, mama. I’m sorry.”
“Shut the fuck up and bring your crusty ass over here to help me up.”
Madjesty rushed over to her and tried to lend his body to help her stand. Harmony uncaringly bared all of her weight onto his small body. Using the table for support also, it toppled over knocking her and all of the dirty dishes upon it to the floor. Angry at the world for her own pathetic behavior, Harmony picked up a coffee cup, threw it at Madjesty and it gashed his head, crashing at his feet.
“Ahhhhhh,” He cried out holding his face. Backing away from the broken cup on the floor, his tiny feet bled from small cuts. “It hurts!”
“Get the fuck out of here, you stupid nigga! Always wanting somebody to feel sorry for you. GOOOOOOO!”
Madjesty ran out of the kitchen, holding his head. Blood poured down his face making it difficult to see. He was so frightened, that he didn’t feel the true pain until he was out of her sight. Once in his bed, the pain hit him like thunder and it was excruciating.
“YOU DIRTY NIGGAS BETTA STAY IN YOUR ROOM! I DON’T WANNA SEE EITHER OF YOU NO MORE TONIGHT!” She hollered, as if someone wanted to be around her demonic ass.
Sobbing uncontrollably because of his discomfort, he tried to shield the sound of his cries by covering his mouth with both hands. Harmony hated tears. She said they made you weak and she was having none of it from her boys.
Jayden hopped off the top bunk and locked the door. Feeling safe, he eased into his brother’s bunk to console him. His underwear was soiled with dried feces from not knowing how to properly wash himself.
“Don’t cry,” Jayden said holding his brother in his tiny arms. “Please don’t cry. Mama doesn’t like when you cry. And I don’t like to hear you cry either, Madjesty.”
“But it hurts,” Madjesty, sobbed blood oozing out of his head. “It hurts real bad too.”
“I told you not to go, Madjesty. I told you not to go.”
Mother monster continued to roam around the house trying to find the next thing to do. The next thing to hate about her life.
“YOU BETTA STAY IN THAT ROOM!” Harmony continued not feeling any remorse. “I’M NOT FUCKING AROUND!” As minutes went by, what she’d done faded in her memory as if twenty years passed since the horrible event.
“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Madjesty said. Blood trickled down his face and he had to urinate. “I gotta go bad.”
“No, she’s gonna do worse.” He whispered. “You gotta hold it.” Jayden continued rocking his brother in his arms. “You gotta hold it.”
“But I can’t. I gotta go now.”
Silence.
“Then do it in the bed. It’s okay.” Jayden said.
“I don’t want to.”
“It’s okay. I won’t tell. I promise.”
Feeling nothing left to do, Madjesty allowed urine to exit his body, which dampened the bed and soaked his brother’s underwear. It didn’t stop Jayden from maintaining the hold on his brother. Their bond was unbreakable and unshakable.
“It’s okay. You had to do it. I don’t care if I get wet.”
Madjesty continued to cry. The embarrassment and shame was overpowering. “I’m sorry.”
This was the reason the room stunk so badly. Harmony frightened her children so terribly, that they were afraid to do anything outside of it, including go to the bathroom.
At the end of the day, Harmony wasn’t armed with what it took to be a mother, nor did she care. Life dealt her a fucked up hand and she took it out on all who chose to love her, including her children. All that was left was a hollow shell of the woman who might have been anything other than a monster, whore and a drunk.
“One day she gonna pay for everything,” Madjesty promised. “One day she’s gonna pay real bad too.”
“It’s okay.” Jayden said holding his brother tighter. “At least we got each other.”