He watched as she screamed and yelled with every strike that the man made to her face. From her mouth, she spit blood that was rolling down her face. He continued to watch the 6’2″ dark skin man repeatedly hit and kick the woman in the stomach, again and again. Noooo stop! please stop!” as she yelled his closed fist went upside her head. Michael knew he had to do something to stop the man from beating the beautiful brown skin woman, with tears running down his own face he yelled, Daddy stop! Daddy stop!, as he ran his 6 year old frame between his father and mother. “Daddy stop hitting mommy!”, All he felt was his father’s big black hands grasp him around his neck and squeeze until he couldn’t breathe and threw him across the room. Micheal sat on the floor crying. Partly because of the pain he felt, but mostly because of the beating his mother was getting. How does Micheal, child of a crackhead, fight to stay alive ? what will he face and those he truly loves ? and do they survive the terror of the man they call Black ice. This story tells the countless beating’s, killing’s, lies, infidelity and betrayal of a crackhead and how a mother and child survive the street life. Read more