Cotton Club: Bloodlust (Under Construction)!!!! ⚠️

Chapter 8

***WARNING***

Talks of sexual abuse is mentioned in this chapter. Viewer discretion is advised. 

***Michael's POV***

Twenty Years Earlier

Mommy and Daddy are never home...And even when they are home, they never even look at me, or pay me any attention. They always have these fancy, expensive dinner parties, where strangers are allowed into our home all the time. My parents are the richest black people I know...They own several places, and they are well-respected. White people envy them. But, that doesn't stop my parents from reaching their goals. One day, I want to be just as successful, if not better. I guess that's why my parents had so many kids...It's nine of us all together.

It's another night and, of course, another dinner party. And as usual, my siblings and I are forced upstairs, so the grown-ups can mingle. We hear the drunken laughs, the loud music, and the vulgar cursing, all while we clinch our pillows, praying for an ounce of sleep...I hear my cracked door, being opened...Turning, I see Janet, coming into the room. She rubs her eyes, as staring at me.

"I couldn't sleep." She says, in a whiny sort of way.

"Come on." I say, patting the empty space beside me.

About an hour later, I wake up to total darkness...Usually when these parties happen, my parents allow the people to stay in our home. They sleep downstairs. I walk into the bathroom, to pee...Soon as I flush the toilet, I become startled to the door being forced open...A drunken woman comes into the bathroom, unaware of my presence...She soon spots me, and tries to shake off her drunkenness...Her heavy eyes, and stammering walk, scares me.

"You must me the Jackson's kid. Aren't you a cutie!" She says.

"T-Thank you." I say nervously.

"How old are you, sweetie?"

"Ten." My voice fades to a squeak.

"Don't be nervous. I'll take really good care of you."

Huh? What she mean by that? Then, she gets on her knees before me...We're face to face. I just so happen to look down and, I see her pulling her straps of her glittery dress...I gulp hard, to wetten my dry mouth...

"What's your name, hun?"

"Michael."

"Michael...You know what these are?"

She exposes her huge breast before me. My heart is beating so fast...What if my parents come in? I don't respond.

"You have to know what these are, if you plan on being a man. And, I'll show you baby. And, I'll show you how to please a woman...You'll be great at it. Would you like me to show you?"

Before I can respond, she pecks my lips. Then, she stands up, towering me. She grabs my hand, and I follow...

I sit up in bed, feeling my sheets drenched in sweat. When I look around to the dark room...I see it was just a dream. I sigh deeply, as relaxing back on the headboard...It was so long ago, but, I can still remember every detail. Diana Ross, or, Mrs. Ross. Yeah, she is/was married. For ten long years, I let her...show me things. She even introduced me to the lifestyle I am living right now. She showed me how to shoot my first gun, and even helped me in killing my first victim. But, she also introduced me to something at a very early age no child should be exposed to. I hate her for that. But, I still love her for her street smarts. If it wasn't for her, I'll probably be dead out here.