by Chunichi
I threw on a flaming red lingerie set I’d ordered from Victoria’s Secret and matching five-inch stilettoes. It was something about the color red that sent Touch into a sexual rage.
Just as I was finishing up the meal preparation I heard Touch pull up in the driveway. I turned down the lights and lit the candles on the table. The ones I placed throughout the house were already full flame. I was in need of Touch’s dick. I was feeling an attraction for him I hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe it had something to do with all of the sexiness I had created in the house. It even made me think that just maybe the love was coming back.
I hurried to the bathroom to freshen up and give myself a quick look-over. When I was done Touch still hadn’t come in the house. I began to get anxious, so I looked out of the window to see what was taking him so damn long. Touch had just gotten out the car, and to my surprise he had roses in his hands. I smiled, knowing this was going to be a good night for us.
I watched as Touch headed toward the front door. After he took only a few steps, I watched him fall down on the ground like he had been shot. Without thinking I grabbed the gun he gave me from the kitchen drawer. I rushed outside with gun cocked, ready to blast the first thing moving. As soon as I took a few steps out the door, out jumped a chick from the bushes with a huge gun the size of a rifle in her hand laughing hysterically. I didn’t know what the hell was so funny, and I didn’t have time to try and figure it out. I aimed at her without hesitation and pulled the trigger.
Pow!
I opened my eyes after shooting the gun. To my surprise the chick was still standing there. Evidently my aim wasn’t as good as I thought. Guess next time I should keep my eyes open when I fire.
“You crazy bitch!” The girl dropped her gun and hit the ground, covering up in a ball.
I was struggling to cock my gun again and put another bullet in the chamber when I heard Touch scream out, “Jewel, don’t! It’s not a real gun! She only has a BB gun!” He snatched the gun from me.
That’s when I realized what was going on. This bitch had to be none other than Lisa. I picked up a tree branch and started running in her direction. Realizing she was about to get a beat-down of a lifetime, she ran toward her car.
“Your charges may have went away, but don’t think I’m going to do the same!” Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs as she got in her car and sped off.
I chased after her. It didn’t take me long to recognize I wouldn’t catch her, so I gave up. I was furious as I stood in the middle of the street yelling all sorts of profanities at the top of my lungs. I was half-naked and making a fool out of myself in front of my neighbors. I began to walk back to the house, preparing to dig into Touch’s ass.
“Jewel!” Touch yelled as I walked back toward the house. “Jewel!” he screamed again and began to rush toward me. “Jewel!” He tackled me to the ground like a football player.
“What the–”
Zoom! A car sped by, interrupting my sentence.
Touch had just saved my life, pushing me out of the path of Lisa’s vehicle. That psycho bitch was trying to run me over. That was it. She had finally pushed me to the limit. I wanted to grab my gun and shoot that bitch between her eyes just for fucking with us. I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to come to my house. Then I began to wonder how she knew where I lived. My brain became flooded with all sorts of thoughts as I had a flashback to that baby doll incident.
“I can’t take this shit no more!” I shoved Touch off of me with all my force. “Because of you thinking with your dick, you put my life in danger. Dumb ass! What if that car had actually hit me? And what if Lisa had a real gun?” I stood to my feet and began to walk away.
“Make her ass go away, Touch,” I yelled, looking back at Touch, who was a couple feet behind me.
“It’s not that easy, Jewel,” Touch mumbled back.
“What do you mean? I’ve seen you make much bigger problems disappear. Why is Lisa any different? What? You got feelings for her or something?” I demanded to know as we walked in the house.
“Jewel, you’re talking crazy. Don’t worry. I got this. Go upstairs and lay down. You don’t need to be getting all upset. It’s not good for the baby.”
“Good for the baby? Are you fuckin’ serious?” I got up in Touch’s face. “How the fuck you gon’ part your lips and tell me what’s good for a damn baby? Me nearly getting ran over by a fuckin’ car isn’t good for the fuckin’ baby. Nigga, please! Get the fuck outta here!” I shoved Touch in the head.
“Don’t put your hands on me, Jewel,” Touch said, grabbing my wrist. He had a death grip on it, and I could feel my fingers getting numb from lack of blood flow.
“Or what?” I knew he was serious, but there was no way I was backing down. I was just as mad as he was and ready for war.
“Fuck this!” Touch said then pushed me into the wall while attempting to walk away.
As an immediate reaction, I started punching him in the chest. I had so much pent up aggression, and I was letting it all out on him.
“Jewel, stop!” Touch demanded as he tried holding me down.
“Why don’t you stop acting like a fuckin’ little bitch and start being a man? The old Touch would have never allowed this to happen. On top of that, I know this ain’t the first time that bitch has been here. This is just the first time I’ve caught you and the bitch in action. Fuck you! You could never be the father of my damn child!”
Those were the last words I spoke before Touch scooped me up and slammed me on the table. I hit my head so hard that I was dizzy. Before that I’d always thought that seeing stars was a figure of speech, but now I know it’s real.
I grabbed my head as I rose to my feet and noticed my hand was soaked in blood. Once I realized I was bleeding, it was like I’d immediately become possessed by a demon. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the first thing I saw. Lucky for Touch it was only a meat pulverizer, but I’d planned to pulverize his ass to death.
“Jewel, put that down, please. I’m sorry,” he began to beg. “Ah, damn! Baby, you’re bleeding bad. Let me help you.” Touch tried coming near me with a towel in hand.
“Don’t come near me!”
“Jewel, I know you’re mad, and so am I. But right now you’re bleeding really bad. Please, baby, let me help you.” Touch attempted to grab my arm.
“Get the fuck away from me!” I yelled like a crazed woman then started hitting him all over with the meat tenderizer. The blows landed with thuds. If his arms were a steak, they would be the most tender cut of meat you ever tasted.
When my arms got too tired to swing anymore, I dropped my weapon and ran upstairs. I didn’t know where I was going, but my first instinct was to pack my bags, so that’s what I did. Touch gave a half-hearted attempt to try and stop me, and that pissed me off even more. Instead he just stood there and watched me pack. I was in a daze as I packed and didn’t even realize what I was packing, but once all of my Louis Vuitton bags were full, I grabbed them and headed out the door.
“Jewel,” Touch called out to me in his most pitiful tone.
He even sounded like he was crying, but I refused to look in his direction. Keeping my eyes focused on the door only, I walked right past him and into the garage. I hopped in my car and pulled out the driveway, never looking back. “Where the hell am I going to go now?” I shouted at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face. For thirty minutes I’d been driving in circles with no place to go. It was times like this I wish I had my mom to run to. My mom had moved back home to Panama years earlier, and not a day went by that I didn’t think of her and miss her. She’d taught me all I needed to know about being the materialistic, gold-digging woman I was. I knew she was only a phone call away, but I didn’t want to call her with this mess because she would be worried. There was nothing she could’ve done to help me at that point, and hearing her voice would have only made me sad.
I became lost in my thoughts as I hopped on the interstate, feeling alone and sorry for
myself. Everyone I let close to me always let me down.
Sasha, that conniving bitch that pretended to be in love with me, was the first to fuck me over. Then came Misty, who was the perfect friend and played the role so well, I totally forgot Sasha existed. Well, little miss perfect turned out to be a cop. My first true love, Calico, was simply using me to move drugs for him.
Finally, there’s Touch, my best friend turned lover, who fucked me over more times than I can count.
The more I thought, the more realized the poor choices I’d made in friends and men. I couldn’t understand how one person could get dealt such a bad hand in life. Why was I always letting people take advantage of me? Why did I put myself in these positions? Well, I’d had enough. I was no longer going to be taken advantage of. I turned up my radio and drove along with a renewed confidence.
Before long I’d gotten so wrapped up in the tunes of my iPod that I hadn’t even realized 64 West had turned into 95 South, and it was getting close to midnight. Here I was in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. I was exhausted and needed a place to crash. Since Touch had been watching me pack, I wasn’t able to take all of my cash during my rush to get out of the house. I didn’t want to spend a chunk of the money I did have on some fleabag motel.
I wracked my brain trying to think of someone I knew in the area. That’s when it hit me–my girl Shakira. She had recently moved to DC. Although I hadn’t talked to her in nearly two years, she was my last option. Shakira and I were really close, but our friendship became distant due to the jealous ways of a previous friend of mine, Sasha. Sasha had played me and actually made me think I might be in love with her for a minute. Her conniving, jealous ass got in between Shakira and me and caused us to lose touch with one another. I’d always regretted not patching things up with Shakira, but I was too embarrassed to admit that Shakira had been right about Sasha’s sneaky-ass. Shakira had warned me, but I didn’t listen. I was too stubborn.
Then when everything started happening with Touch and Calico, I got so caught up that patching things up with Shakira was the last thing on my mind. Sometimes I felt so dumb when I thought about the decisions I made. Actually I attributed a lot of my heartache to Sasha. There weren’t many things I could say I regretted, but being friends with her was definitely a big, big mistake.
I grabbed my phone to give Shakira a call, but I noticed I had ten missed calls and six text messages from Touch. My radio was turned up so loud and I was so lost in thought, I hadn’t heard any of his attempts. Deep inside I wanted to call him back, but I just couldn’t allow myself to do it. I truly felt he was probably still fucking with Lisa. Too bad for him he found out the hard way she had a touch of fatal attraction.
I scrolled to Shakira’s number in my cell phone. For a moment I contemplated whether I should make the call or not. I felt guilty for letting time get away from our friendship, but I trusted she was the kind of friend who, if we hadn’t talked in a while, would just pick up where we left off. With that final thought, I pressed send.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Hi, Shakira. It’s me, Jewel,” I said softly, unsure how she would respond.
“It’s who?” she asked in a groggy tone.
“Jewel.”
“Oh, Jewel! Girl, I didn’t recognize your voice. Is everything okay?” she asked right away. It was amazing how she still could sense something was wrong, even though we hadn’t talked in ages. “Honestly, I’m not okay.” I began to cry all over again.
“Aaaawwww, Jewel. What’s wrong, honey?”
“It’s a long story. My life is in shambles. I just packed up and left Virginia Beach. I’ve been riding for hours. I’m in your area. Do you mind if I come over just for the night?” I said, just putting it out there. I was so exhausted, I didn’t bother beating around the bush.
“Sure. When we hang up, I will text you my address, and you can just put it in your navigation system. I’ll be waiting for you. Drive carefully.”
“Thank you so much,” I responded, grateful she was my savior in a time of need. My attention was directed toward my dashboard after hanging up the phone with Shakira. I had fifty miles before empty. I was feeling tired and drained, so I figured this was probably the best time to pull off, get gas, a 5-hour Energy, and wait for Shakira’s text.
I stopped at the BP gas station directly off the exit. My stomach had started feeling queasy, so I used the bathroom and grabbed a snack.
Emotionally, physically, and mentally drained from the day, I was totally exhausted and in a daze as I set the pump and got back in the car.
“Get the hell out of the car!” a man demanded, gun in hand.
“What!” I replied.
My head was spinning. I must have dozed off while waiting for the gas to finish pumping.
“Now!” he demanded.
I gathered myself and jumped out the car as the masked man demanded. I contemplated running away but was afraid he would shoot me if I tried.
He immediately started rummaging through my car. He used one hand to snatch my iPod while using the other to keep the gun pointed directly at me.
My hands began trembling, and my bladder was about to burst. I closed my eyes and silently prayed this dude would take whatever he wanted and leave me alone. I didn’t want my life to end this way.
I heard another male voice directly behind me say,
“Yo, come on, man. People are coming.” I was relieved that I hadn’t tried to run. I probably would have been gunned down by whoever was behind me.
“Shit!” The masked man rushed out my car. He pressed the gun firmly against my temple and down to my neck. “Turn your face,” he said. “Don’t look at me!”
I closed my eyes and did exactly what he said. The next thing I could hear was him getting into another vehicle and driving away. I let out a sigh of relief as I opened my eyes to see nothing but his mask lying on the ground. My life had been spared, and he hadn’t gotten away with anything but an iPod. I was certain God had left me here for a reason.
Just then I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Shakira’s text had come through. I plugged the address into the navigation system and headed down the road to my new life.
Chapter 11
“On a Mission”
Unknown Person
My counselor asked me, “Are you ready to say the sobriety prayer?”
“Yes.” I nodded. This would be the last time I would say that damn prayer and the last time I would see that group. Sad to say, as much I hated that place, I sure was going to miss them, especially my counselor, Frank. He had really helped me get through some hard times. My final night in the center they threw a small party for me. The best part was the confetti cake from Cold Stone Ice Cream Bakery. Even though to this day I felt like I never should have been there, I must say, while there, I learned to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. Before arriving at the center, the police force was my life. Working undercover and taking down the bad guys was what kept me going each day. But when I pissed off one of my superiors and they tried to force me onto desk duty, I fought back. So when I got into an accident, they really fucked with me and told the public I had been killed. Then when they saw I wasn’t going away, they went on to say I had drugs and alcohol in my system and hid me in a rehab center. Of course I had drugs and alcohol in my system, I was undercover. I had to do what the people around me were doing. That wasn’t uncommon in my line of work at all. What it all boiled down to was, they wanted me off the force, and they were going to get me off by all means. I knew the justice system was crooked, but I never expected to be a victim. After all, I was on their side.
As I walked out of the treatment center, I could only imagine my family or anyone at all coming to greet me outside. With my career as my primary focus, I had no time for children, a mate, or even a pet companion. No one would be coming to greet my sorry ass. The one relationship I did have ended when my life on the force began. Every other relationship I had was all related to my w
ork, so none of it seemed real. During my time at the treatment center I realized there was one person who I might have had some real feelings for.
My reality hit me as I got outside of the building. Nothing but the dust from the cab stopping and greeting me. I said hello and hopped in. As I got comfortable, I was hit with a stench of sweat and smoke in the car. That’s when I realized I was entering back into the real world after a year and a half in rehab. The ride home was surreal. I felt like the world had already changed so much. In fact, it wasn’t the world that had changed, it was me. I was clean and sober. When I arrived home, I was in total shock. As I walked into my apartment, chills went down my spine. It had been so long since I’d been there, for a moment I felt like I was in an unfamiliar place. That feeling quickly went away as soon as I entered the living room. I stared at the countless plaques and honors on my wall. They reminded me of what I used to be. As I went down the row of plaques, it was a virtual walk down memory lane. I thought back to the many cases I had solved and the awards ceremonies.
There were definitely more highs than lows throughout my career, but the most recent and lasting memory was the lowest of the low. I was forced off my case and out of the department.
Thinking of all that went wrong made me feel like a failure. A rush of anger came over me, and I grabbed the largest garbage bag I could find and began to throw all the plaques and awards in there. None of them meant shit at that point.
I’d worked so hard and was so committed to the force, just to have everything blow up in my face in the end really hurt. At first, I wanted to die, but deep inside I knew I couldn’t give up so easily. I needed to survive this ordeal, so I could redeem myself. So I could repair my reputation.
The first thing I learned in rehab was that love truly conquers all. From that day I knew I had to go to my special person to confess my everlasting love. The thought of this person was what helped me make it through. Since I no longer had the force to look forward to, I made this person my daily motivation. There was one problem–I had met this person on the job, and we had left on very bad terms.
