by Tynessa
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was all Heaven could say on the ride to pick her husband up after leaving Derrick.
Hearing the alarm system indicate someone had just entered the front door caused Heaven to snap out of her thoughts. A smile formed across her lips when she heard the sound of tiny footsteps and her kids yelling ‘Mommy’.” That was music to her ears because she knew Zylen had returned.
Chapter 24
“Why the fuck are you doing this?” Heaven cried as she tried snatching the clothes out Zylen’s hands as he packed. They’d been going back and forth for the past two hours and his mind was set on leaving. Heaven had did the ultimate no-no and there was no way he was letting that shit slide. Even if he came back the next week, he was teaching her ass a lesson.
“One thing I hate is a cheating ass bitch! I asked you time and time did you fuck that nigga and you always said no. I hate a fucking liar, Heaven.” He stared at her as if he wanted to strangle her.
“You acting like you never lied or cheated on me, Zylen. I forgave you so why can’t you do the same? I let all that shit that happened with Tamar slide. You went over to that bitch house when we had an argument and almost fucked her.”
“Man, let that fucking shit go…got damn! I’m so fucking tired of hearing about that whole Tamar bullshit. I’m sick of hearing that bitch name, period! Fuck, man! Listen to yourself. You sound so fucking stupid. Yeah, I ALMOST fucked that bitch, but did I? Hell no. You know why I didn’t?! Because I thought of you. I thought about how much I loved you and would never put my dick in another bitch when I had the baddest at home waiting for me. You see, the difference between you and me, Heaven, I can control my shit, and I know what I have at home. Unfortunately, you can’t do that! As many time as I could’ve, I never stepped out on you. I love you so fucking much that I would never cause you that type of pain. Why should I be with someone that don’t give a fuck about me or if I hurt or not?”
Heaven couldn’t do anything but drop her head. She was no longer able to look into Zylen’s brown eyes. There was too much hurt. Hurt that she caused. Hurt that she had no idea where to start to heal it.
“I’m sorry, Zylen,” was all Heaven said in a low whisper.
“Sorry my ass! Yo’ ass should have told me what was up the first time I asked.” He continued to pack.
“I was fucking embarrassed, okay? I was embarrassed because though you went over to that bitch house, you never fucked her, but I did. I got in your ass so much about coming close to having sex with Tamar that I couldn’t bring myself to tell you that I’d had sex with my boss. I should’ve told you but I just couldn’t.” Heaven held her face in her hands and sob.
“Save those weak ass tears for someone that give two fucks because I don’t. Tell me when that bullshit happened? Where the fuck was my kids? Did you even think about us when you was fucking that nigga?” Zylen threw questions at her. Heaven didn’t know which to answer first but the look on Zylen’s face let her know she better answer one, and fast.
Heaven gave him the short version of the story. Just enough to answer his questions. When Heaven told him when it took place, Zylen knew exactly what day she was referring to. Pissed would’ve been an understatement.
“So, I’m out here checking out houses and shit for us while you back in ATL giving up the pussy?!” Zylen chuckled. “This shit is un-mothafucking-believable!” He shook his head, repeatedly.
“It was supposed to have been an innocent drink, Zy, I swear.”
“Why the fuck you even going out with the mothafucka’ when you know how I feel about his ass? Sounds to me like you wanted the nigga.” Zylen grabbed the last of his things he was taking and placed them into the bag before zipping it closed and throwing his bag over his shoulder.
“I didn’t want him! We had an argument that morning and he apologized then offered to buy me a drink. I had one too many, one thing lead to another, and we ended up having sex. I swear, I never meant for that shit to happen, Zylen. Please forgive me. I’m so, so sorry. I love you, baby. Please don’t leave.” Heaven rushed to Zylen, hugging, begging, and pleading. He wasn’t trying to hear anything she had to say.
Zylen knew Heaven wasn’t that much of a drinker and it didn’t take much to get her drunk but once she felt herself getting tipsy she could have easily stopped. He knew because she’d done it many times before. What made that one night different? There was no excuse for the shit she did.
“I’ll hit you when I’m ready to come pick up the kids to spend time with them. Until then I don’t have shit to say to you,” he said on the way out the bedroom. Heaven’s legs became weak from his words and she went tumbling to the floor.
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Fred was leaning against the door frame of his bedroom puffing on a Blunt while watching Kendra as she slept peacefully. She was so fucking gorgeous to him and he thought he had the best thing that ever walked into his life. That was until he talked to Ali and he put him up on game; now Fred wasn’t so sure of her being the best thing. He was beyond confused at the moment and wondered what Kendra’s motive was for being in their lives.
Walking around to his side of the bed, Fred pulled his gun from behind his back and held it tightly in his hand. The whole time, his eyes never left Kendra. She was still asleep as if she had no care in the world. There was no doubt that Fred loved her and their unborn child to no end; that’s why he prayed and hoped she wasn’t out to bring any kind of harm to his friends. They’d been through too much for her little ass to come along stirring up shit.
“Why are you standing there staring at me with that damn gun in your hand, Fred?!” Kendra jumped up in bed and yelled. Frightened would’ve been an understatement.
“Calm yo’ ass down, girl!” Fred took a seat on the edge of the bed and rested his gun in his lap, never taking his hand off it. He wasn’t really going to shoot Kendra, especially while carrying his seed. However, he was getting some answers out of her ass one way or the other.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you staring at me, looking all crazy and shit?” Kendra was trying her damnedest to remain calm but that was hard with Fred looking at her with bloodshot eyes and holding a damn pistol in his hand. She felt as if she was going to piss on herself.
“What kind of bullshit you on, Kendra? Meaning, what’s your reason for being here?” he asked. Fred tried to watch her body language to see how she would react to his question. Only thing she did was frown and give him a look of confusion.
“What the fuck is you talking about, Freddrick? And can you put that fucking gun down, please?!” Kendra was scared shitless. She’d been in that same situation countless times. Her ex, Jay, had pulled guns out on her so many times throughout their relationship that she’d lost track.
“So why didn’t you tell me that was your ex?”
“Who? Jay? Why the fuck are you asking about him anyways?”
What’s his mothafuckin’ problem? Kendra wondered to herself. He’d never asked anything about her ex so why the sudden change. It wasn’t like he knew him.
“That’s all you say—Jay, Jay, Jay,” he said mockingly.” What the fucker whole damn name?” Fred yelled out.
“Don’t be yelling at me, nigga! Why the fuck does his name matter? It’s not like you know the mothafucka’. You never asked me about him before so why are you asking about him now?”
“Look, bit—Kendra, what’s his fucking name? I’m not gonna ask you that shit again. Yo’ ass making me think you got some shit to hide. You still fucking that nigga or something?” Fred gripped his pistol a little tighter. The way she was holding on to that nigga’s name let him further know her ass was on some bullshit.
“His name is Jamal,” she finally said.
Hearing her reveal that nigga’s name was a stab in Fred’s heart. The one woman he was deeply in love with—shit, the only woman he’d ever loved—was out to get his friends. Still unable to believe it, Fred just needed to have a last name for clarification.
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��What the mothafucka’ last damn name?” He held his breath while waiting for her to reply.
“Jamal Thompson.”
Chapter 25
One month later
“Damn, bruh, I can’t believe yo’ ass hasn’t gone back home yet,” Ali said as he and Zylen walked into his living room. He took a seat on the couch and began rolling a Blunt while Zylen pulled the Blunt from behind his ear, grabbed the lighter off the coffee table, and lit it, taking a long pull before blowing the smoke out.
The day Zylen walked out on Heaven he made it clear that it was over between them and he meant what he said; he didn’t have shit else to say to her. If she hurt him once then there was no doubt in Zylen’s head that she would do it twice and he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of hurting him a second time. Let her be with the mothafucka’ that she cheated on him with.
“Hell nah, nigga. I told you I ain’t going back to Heaven’s ass. Why be with her when I could never be able to trust her again? That probably wasn’t even the only time she fucked that nigga.” Zylen paused. “Bruh, do you know I asked her so many times was she fucking that nigga and she always lied and said she wasn’t. I knew my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, though. I knew she fucked him.” Zylen’s voice cracked and he couldn’t do nothing but shake his head.
Ali knew Zylen was still hurting behind the shit. Hell, it was written on his face.
“Man, I’m still in shock. I can’t believe Heaven cheated.” Ali shook his head and he licked the Blunt he’d been rolling to seal it.
“Man, fuck her. I bet—” Zylen was cut off by his ringing phone.
And I done did everything but trust these hos
C.B. fuck with me
When a rich nigga want you
And yo’ nigga can’t do nothing for ya’
Oh, these hos ain’t loyal”
When Zylen answered his phone all he said was “I’ll be there in a minute” and ended the call. Ali looked at him strangely and shook his head before busting out in laughter.
“Damn bruh, that’s how you feel? Please tell me that ain’t Heaven’s ringtone,” said Ali. Zylen is bugging, he thought
“Hell nah, nigga! She don’t even have this number. But that is how I’m feeling, though.” Zylen leaned back and puffed his Blunt. “I’m on my Chris Breezy shit. These hos ain’t loyal,” he chuckled.
Before Ali had a chance to even respond La-La stepped into view.
“Really Zylen? What hos are you referring to? Must be Tamar or them other bitches you used to fuck with because my friend isn’t a ho,” La-La said with much attitude. She was sick of the way Zylen was treating Heaven because of one mistake. He was really being childish about the situation. Come on now. Changing his number on her when they had kids together; what kind of shit was that?
“Could’ve fooled me,” was all Zylen said back.
“Man, that ain’t got shit to do with us, La-La. Just chill out.” Ali already knew how La-La felt about everything but it wasn’t any of their business. They were outsiders looking in.
“Nah, fuck that! This nigga sitting up here calling her a ho and shit all because she made one mistake. Everybody makes mistake, Zylen. You can’t hold that shit over her head. You know that damn girl loves you and didn’t mean to hurt you. You act like you all perfect and shit when you not.”
Zylen laughed.
“I might not be perfect but I never stepped out on her, either.” Mothafuckers can say what they wanted about Zylen, but he wasn’t a cheater.
“Well, I think you’re going about it the wrong way. Changing your number on her, really? What if something happens to one of the kids? How is she going to get in touch with you?”
“I guess through you, Ali, or her mama. She has ways to get in contact with me when it has something to do with the kids,” he said with a shrug.
“Man, chill out La-La, damn. This shit doesn’t concern you,” Ali said.
“Man, what the fuck ever! I just think it’s wrong how you have that girl sitting over there crying damn near every damn day over you. She apologized about the shit. Now get over it.”
“Well, she should have thought about it before she went there with that nigga.” Zylen stood to his feet and gave Ali a fist pound. La-La was irritating the fuck out of him and the more she ran her mouth the more he became pissed. He was trying to keep his composure for the simple fact that she was his homeboy’s wife, but he was tempted to knock the fuck out of La-La, not caring whose wife or home girl she was. “I’m about to get the fuck outta here. I have shit to do.”
“Bye!” La-La mumbled. Zylen just shook his head and continued out the door. Ali looked at her and shook his head. La-La was always dipping her nose in places it didn’t belong.
“Somebody gon’ knock you in yo’ shit one day. I told you that wasn’t any of your business,” Ali fussed.
“Whatever! You know Zylen ain’t right for doing that girl like that. Fuck him!” she shot back.
“But I’m saying, though, let them handle their own shit.”
“Man, whatever, and what you mean somebody gon’ knock me in my shit one day? I’m not worried about that. And if you let somebody knock me in my shit then I’m beating yo’ ass, nigga.” She mushed the side of his head and started to walk off. Ali smacked her on her butt.
“You know I won’t let that shit happen.”
“You better not. Now come on, let’s go get the kids.”
Ali stood and pulled La-La into his arms. He began kissing her neck before bringing his lips to her, kissing her passionately. He loved that woman unconditionally and there wasn’t anything anyone could say to change that. They’d been through hell and back and it only made their love stronger.
“Why the rush?” he whispered in her ear. La-La dropped her purse on the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I guess we don’t have to leave right away,” she responded as Ali was dropping to his knees. He pushed her gently on the couch and tucked his head underneath her dress, taking her to ecstasy.
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Heaven wasn’t really in the mood for company. She was still trying to deal with the split between her and Zylen. Her gut feeling was telling her that it was definitely over being that it had been over a month and he still had yet to return home. Heaven was heartbroken but each day she was dealing with it a little better. Why dwell over something that Zylen wasn’t willing to help fix?
“Who is it?” Heaven asked as she walked to the front door. She already knew it was Kendra but it didn’t hurt to be extra cautious. Once Kendra announced it was her, Heaven unlocked the door, opened it, and moved aside so she could enter.
Kendra had called Heaven and La-La because she wanted to clear shit with them. She didn’t know if word had gotten back to them about the whole Jamal bullshit but she wanted to clear her name. Unbeknownst to her, they already knew everything. That was part of the reason Heaven was hesitant about her coming over when she called. She’d been through enough in her life and was going through enough without adding extra shit to the mix.
“Hey,” Kendra said softly. Heaven gave her a weak smile and gestured towards the living room. La-La was already in there waiting. Though they were pissed and felt as if Kendra was on some snake shit, they were willing to hear her out, for the simple fact that they’d grown to love her like a sister.
Once everyone was seated Kendra begin to speak with a shaky voice.
“I just want to let y’all know that I wasn’t trying to be sneaky or hide the fact that Jay—I mean, Jamal—is my ex. I really didn’t know y’all knew him. I was under the impression that he was born and raised in New York. Hell, he even told me that he never left the state. So how was I supposed to have known? But I knew something was up when he told me he was in town and begged me to have lunch with him. He said he had something important to discuss with me about Fred. I wasn’t trying to hear it until he brought up your name, La-La. I was still hesitant but went anyways,” Kendra said.
La-
La shifted awkwardly in her seat but never said anything. She and Heaven both knew where Kendra was getting at.
“When he told me that you and Fred sleep together, hurt was an understatement and I didn’t ask any questions. He threw in my face that I was sleeping with Fred and didn’t know shit about him. That man called me every name in the book and let me know how stupid I was for getting pregnant by my so-called friend’s ex-fling. I was beyond embarrassed and just wanted to get out of his presence. When it finally registered that he knew so much about y’all I called him and he ran some lie about he knew people that knew y’all or some shit. Believe me, if I would have known I would’ve told y’all. I love all y’all and I would never do anything to intentionally hurt y’all.” Kendra began to cry. Heaven and La-La both rushed to her side. For some strange reason, they believed her. Maybe they could’ve been wrong but they saw nothing but truthfulness in her eyes.
“It’s okay, Kendra. We know you wouldn’t hurt us,” Heaven tried consoling her. La-La remained quiet as she rubbed Kendra’s back. She wanted to apologize for not telling Kendra about Fred and her but she wanted to wait until she calmed down first. Why she didn’t in the beginning, she didn’t know.
“Fred has finally forgiven me, which I didn’t do anything wrong, but I wanted to clear it up with y’all. I would’ve never guessed shit when down like that with Zylen and Jay. I knew he was crazy and disrespectful towards women, but Zylen beating that nigga half to death over you, Heaven,” Kendra chuckled, “I wish I could’ve been a fly on the wall to see that shit.”
“You and me both,” Heaven said and they all laughed.
“I’m sorry, Ken-Ken. I should have told you about me and Fred before I even hooked y’all up. But it happened only once and it was so long ago. Believe me, I don’t want Fred so you have absolutely nothing to worry about,” La-La assured her. Kendra just nodded her head and smiled.
“I love y’all,” Kendra said and stretched her arms out for a hug. Heaven and La-La had become the sisters that she never had but always wanted over a short period of time.
