d 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-skinned man repeatedly hit and kick the woman in the stomach, again and again. No 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 throw 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, the 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 beatings, killings, lies, infidelity, and betrayal of a crackhead and how a mother and child survive the street life.