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when you come home.” Rachel said while hugging and kissing him good-bye. She left the hospital praying that things would be different for her family. She hoped things would be different, but she just didn’t know how.

Chapter 13
    The next day, Black Ice left
    Brookdale Hospital. He walked up to the apartment and put the key in his door. When he walked in, he could see Rachel in the kitchen hot combing her hair. Once he reached the living room, he looked down to see Michael drawing a picture on the floor by the couch. Michael stopped drawing and glanced up at this father and went back to drawing his picture. Black Ice couldn’t believe his eyes. His son just tried to kill him yesterday and didn’t even break a sweat or look at all nervous when he saw him.
    Black Ice thought that little nigga is evil, but he knew he could only blame himself. It was his own blood that was flowing through his son’s veins. But, then he thought fuck that, this little nigga tried to kill him and he was going to have to teach him a lesson.
    Black Ice walked back into the bedroom and returned with his leather belt wrapped in his hands. Rachel looked at the belt and knew what time it was. “What are you doing?
    You just came home from the hospital and you already want to start something.”
    Rachel shouted.
    “This has nothing to do with you.”
    Black Ice said as he walked towards his son.
    Rachel jumped up from the kitchen chair where she was hot combing her hair and ran in between Black Ice and Michael with her arms spread wide open trying to block his way. “Rachel, I’m only going to tell you once, move!” he yelled.
    “What for?” she asked.
    “This little nigga tried to kill me yesterday. It was him who put that glass in my pipe.”
    “How do you know that?”
    “Because I do, now move”
    “No, my son wouldn’t have done
    what you’re accusing him of.”
    Michael looked up from the floor where he was drawing and watched his mother and father argue. He wished silently that his father did die yesterday. Just then Black Ice took the belt he had wrapped around his hand and put it around Rachel’s neck to choke her. “Didn’t I tell your ass to move?” Black Ice said while clenching his teeth. Rachel gasped for air and tried to swing her arms to get free of his grip, but it was no use. Black Ice squeezed tighter.
    “Daddy stop, please, please stop!” Michael cried. At the sight of his mother’s arms swinging around like a dead rag doll. Black Ice’s grip was too much. As Rachel fell to the floor passing out from the clench around her neck, she thought ‘I gave him life and he is going to take mine away’.
    Black Ice released his grip and watched Rachel body fall to the floor with dead weight. Michael crawled to his mother and put his hands on her face. “Mommy, mommy sit up” He cried. As soon as Michael said those words, he felt the belt go across his back.
    “Your little ass wanted to try to kill me!” Black Ice questioned Michael as he repeatedly stuck his son with the belt across his little body. Michael cried and rolled up into a ball to try to protect himself.
    “Mommy, help me!” he cried.
    “You little fucker, I’m going to teach you to cross me!” Black Ice yelled. He beat Michael for a half an hour. Leaving Michael on the floor crying and covered in blood and more welts added to the previous beatings.
    Black Ice returned to the living room looking at his son and decided that he wasn’t done with him. Black Ice walked in the kitchen looking for something else to beat his son with. He looked at the stove to see that Rachel left the hot comb on the oven.
    Black Ice grinned and grabbed the hot comb by its handle making sure not to touch the hot part. He walked back in the living room to his crying son and bent down and grabbed his left arm. Michael was to sore and weak to put up a fight. Black Ice placed the hot comb on Michael’s arm. Michael screamed as loud as he could and tried to pull his arm away,