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but it was locked in his father’s grip.
    The heat from the hot comb sizzled and cooked his flesh. It burned his skink deeply.
    Rachel regained consciousness when she heard the blood wrenching screams her son let out. She looked up to see that Black Ice was holding he hot comb and pressing against her son’s arm. Rachel jumped up and pushed Black Ice with all the strength and energy she had. She made him fall over to the side. He released his grip from Michael’s arm and dropped the hot comb to the floor. She jumped on top of Black Ice and punched away with everything she had left in her. “Don’t touch my baby.” She screamed while swinging wildly at his face.
    Black Ice punched Rachel in the temple knocking her right off of him. He got up and started to kick her in the ribs.
    Black Ice was furious. While kicking Rachel, he wondered why he was having so many problems with his own family. He looked down and saw that she couldn’t take any more. He knew she wouldn’t be putting up a fight anymore. Black Ice picked up the hot comb for the floor and reached for Michael and again put in on Michael’s skin.
    He grabbed his neck and started choking him. Tears were still running down Michael’s face as Black Ice moved the hot comb towards his face. “Mommy,” Michael said in a pleaded whisper. He couldn’t get all the words out as the grip around his neck grew tighter.
    “No! Stop please. Don’t burn him anymore!” Rachel yelled while holding her side unable to move. She knew she had to think quickly and do something before Black Ice killed her son. “I’ll smoke that stuff. I’ll do it!” she shouted.
    “What?” Black Ice asked as he
    stopped burning Michael and turned to Rachel.
    “I’ll smoke crack with you just don’t hurt my baby anymore,” she pleaded.
    Black Ice eyes opened wide while he looked at Rachel. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. After months of beating his wife to get her to smoke crack, it took this to get her to change her mind. She wouldn’t leave him. “If you’re playing with me Rachel I’ll burn this little mother fucker so he wished he was dead.” Black Ice said while shaking Michael’s neck around like he was about to snap it.
    “I’m not playing. I’ll do it. Please just let our son go?” Rachel said with tears running down her beautiful brown face.
    Black Ice smiled a devilish smile and knew in his heart she would do it. She’ll be too scared that if she didn’t that he would hurt the little punk. He dropped the hot comb on the floor and released his hand from Michael’s neck. He looked at Rachel hold her side. He bent down and wrapped his arm around her and picked her up. He carried her to the bedroom. Michael screamed, “Mommy, don’t smoke that stuff!” Those were the last words Rachel heard before Black Ice used the heel of his foot to kick the bedroom door shut. He put Rachel on their queen sized bed and walked over to the closet. He removed the floor board to his stash and pulled out two brand new glass pipes and a big piece of crack, the size of a baseball. He covered the stash back up and walked over to the dresser where a small glass mirror was. He carefully removed the crack from the glass jar and laid it on the mirror. He picked up a razor and started to cut small pieces of the crack. He stuffed the new pipes full of crack and walked over to Rachel. “Take it.” Black Ice said handing her a glass pipe and a lighter. Rachel nervously brought the pipe up to her mouth and lit the end and inhaled.
    “Don’t play stupid with me. You’ve seen me do it enough times. Rachel smoked the crack still in pain and in tears.

Chapter 14
    For many years, Rachel had to stay away from drugs. Her mother used dope.
    And when it got so bad for her, she left Rachel at Momma’s house one day. Her mother never returned for Rachel and never saw her mother again after that day she left her. Black Ice watched her like a hawk. She could feel him watch her as she placed