Only for Her: A True Fictional Story

[Smooth]

In my forum there is a section for members to put up their short stories. I didn't see one here, and I didn't want to put it anywhere that it didn't seem relevant. So I'm going to post this quick thing here.

Warning, I love cursing, and I didn't take time to actually write what I wanted to. So I just wrote a skeleton of what the story will be.

If you have time to read it, please give me some feedback. About the title: well, it is a true story. But fictional because I've downplayed some aspects of it, and as well exaggerated some other things for effect. You don't see it now, but later on when I'm Rhode Island that is mostly an amplification of what I felt at that point in my life.

[Smooth]

Prolouge
By John B. Smooth


September, 1999

I stayed in that closet for nearly eight hours. Holding my piss, and redirecting my farts back into my body. My breathing was slow and cautious. Danger was around.

Her name was Jenny, but I called her Jen-Jen. She had told me she was eighteen and that her parents were in Europe. If I had been thinking with the head on my shoulders I could have probably seen right through her lies.

She had led me into her apartment on the lower east side of Manhattan. She lived in the projects and the neighborhood was a tough one. Being that I was from the street it didn't bother me. I was in my habitat.

The scent of sex was in the air, mixed with the sweat the still hot September weather was producing. After all was said and done, I threw the condom out the 11th floor window and hoping it didn't land on any small children. Right as I turned around I heard the door slowly opened.

The next few moments were a blur. Before I knew it Jen-Jen was pushing me into her closet. I asked, "What the f**k are you doing?"

"I'm saving your ass from a beat down!"

I guess I wasn't thinking because I jumped into that closet quickly. In that closet I heard everything. She was 16 and her uncle was a chapter leader of the Latin Kings, one of the largest gangs in New York. This wasn't a good situation.

Eight hours of listening to her mother and uncle beat her senseless. Hearing the local boys, mostly her cousins, come in the apartment looking at a picture of me. They thought I had left the apartment already so they went looking for me.

Around two in the morning I woke up in the closet. I decided to take the risk and escape. The only trouble I had was with the front door, apparently it was heavily locked from the inside, but no way to lock it from the outside. They would know someone had left the house.

I could have gotten away with it had it not been for my sister. Jen-Jen didn't know my name, she knew me, as many knew me, as Smooth. She didn't know my real name, or my phone number. I had happened to be the smart one and left my phone book in my hat which was in the living room. In the living room while I was in the closet.

They called everybody I knew until the called my sisters cell. They asked her a simple question. "Do you know a Smooth?"

"Yeah," she said. "Who's this."

"I'm Jennifer's mother. I just want to know what is his real name."

And she told them. Had she known my social security number she would have told them as well. To say the least I went to jail for three days on charges for statutory rape. In the next two months my life was pending an approval of a judge because I was facing 10 years for the sexual assualt of a minor.

[Smooth]

Only for Her: A True Fictional Story
By John B. Smooth



The complexities of life cannot be understood by a persons accomplishments, but by the disasters that give them an outline. Many times in a person life can the road take a quick turn, an adjustment mind you. This is the story of how my life took an unsuspecting twist.

As I sit here and write I wonder, “What could have led me here, to this point of my life?” And as I look back, I see that it was all the pain, all the tears, which allowed me to be this ready. Everything I have done was for her. Even this is for her. But it didn’t start with her. The story obviously started with my birth, but that would take too long. I rather begin with the creation of XXI.

The neighborhood of Washington Heights is on the northern most tip of Manhattan Island in New York City. It is sandwiched in by the highly low income hip-hop influenced community of Harlem to its south, and the middle class, marginally Jewish community of Inwood to its north. Wash Heights, or Da Heights as I call it, is the biggest Dominican community in the United States, so much so that in the late twentieth century they actually renamed a busy avenue, St. Nicholas ave. to Juan Pablo Duarte Blvd, from the founder of the Dominican Republic. I’m pretty sure that was the first time a New York City street was named for a historical figure that has nothing to do with global or American history.

For the glory and praise that I can give the streets that raise me, it was the misery and dark side of it that bothered me. XXI, the idea that with having an open mind and a thirst for all knowledge each individual can spark a mental revolution, was formed in 1994. It took precedence in my life quickly, above my family and friends. Relationships came second, and everything that I did was to empower XXI. My people need mental freedom and they need someone who is serious about it to make sure it happens.

Five years, and through much trials and tribulations, later I was 19 and on top of my game. The official name changed so that it was now The XXI Empire of Mind & Reason and it held many little constituents under it. One of which I personally managed and named rightfully, XXI Entertainment. It was through socializing and promoting house parties for XXI that I met a girl named Jen-Jen. She was sweet, she was gorgeous and she was 16. I met her in one of the infamous Panty Parties that we through. So called because we decorated an apartment with white thongs with XXI written on it, and the black light made all those panties glow. Word to the wise, if you are high off pot, make sure you card the women that give you oral sex within the first hour that you meet them!

After I got charged with statutory rape my life hit a downhill. Certain intellects working with me in XXI Entertainment left. I was a 19 year old high school drop out, managing college students in different activities that would allow the group to put a couple of extra dollars in our pocket. At the same time organizing debates and chess tournaments so that the Washington Heights community could be respected throughout New York.

I kept friends that were drug dealers and murderers, as well had close relationships with priests in the Roman Catholic Church. What can I say, I was well connected and so were most of the individuals in XXI. But when the word got out that I was in jail for raping a minor, it completly destroyed all of that.

It is funny how people can turn on you. What could I tell the judge? XXI wasn’t something that gave me credibility. To the police department, it was no different than a street gang with members spread across the continental United States. My connections with infamous drug dealers were well known, but they didn’t know it wasn’t business, but intellectual synthesis.

For two months I couldn’t sleep, awaiting all kinds of things. Jen-Jen’s mother would call my house cursing my mother out, telling her that she was a Dominican sleeper and that she taught me her very *friendly* personty ways. I forgot to mention that Jen-Jen was Puerto Rican, and there is a long time rivalry between our two people. Why? I don’t know, I have always respected the Puerto Rican people for their talent and beautiful island.

In any case, those were the two longest and stress filled months. I got high and drunk every night straight. I was depressed thinking how could I serve ten years? Towards the end I started looking forward towards serving my jail time. I was going to go in there and work out and read. I was going to come out of jail at the age of 29 smarter than any person before, with a body of steel. That was my goal; to make lemonade out of lemons, the way XXI taught me. But luck was in my favor.

[Auset]

Great job, i'm going to transfer it to the literary lounge there are three stories going on in there.

[Smooth]

cool, I was under the impression that the literary lounge was just for book reveiws. Thanx.

[Auset]

Nope it's for everything literal so that includes our story tellers, thanks for adding on to our online collection!

[Smooth]

the second installment is coming soon. I got to edit it real quick.

[Smooth]

I'm trying to get my hands on the disk that has the rest of the story so that I can post it up here. Give me about a week!

[kpatrick]

That was an interesting scene you developed. It had an appropriate amount of imagery to make the situation com alive. Good job! When do you intend to craft the entire story?
KPA

[Simply_Uneque]

Very good!!!