Jess walked away refusing to argue with Torie. Deon looked at Torie and frowned. He grabbed her arm and squeezed it so hard it would surely leave a mark. If she weren’t holding his son he would have given her an ass whopping she would have never forgotten.
“Get your stupid ass in the fucking house Victoria,” he said in a menacingly cold tone.
His voice sent chills down her spine. Torie wanted to cry but she couldn’t let Jess see her break down. She held her head up high at the fact that Deon would in fact be going home with her as long as she had a say so in it. Torie pulled her arm away from his grasp and turned around. She walked away with her heart beating a mile a minute. For the last month her life had been perfect but she knew that eventually Deon would start back hanging in the streets and more importantly leave her to go spend time with Jess. His other baby-momma.
“Jess can you please come here baby,” Deon begged walking towards her.
Jess continued to walk and he ran up to her. He hugged her from the back and the sight of him begging was so sickening to Willow that she had to look away from the couple.
“I promise you it’s not' what it looks like,” Deon lied to Jess.
Jess closed her eyes and a few tears escaped them. She was tired of crying over Deon. Why did his love have to hurt her at times? She really couldn’t understand that.
“Deon, I’m tired and ready to spend time with my friend that is fresh out. I need to go and try to explain to her how a girl I thought was my friend is Danilo’s side chick. I feel like I’m surrounded by people that hate me.”
Deon hugged her tighter.
“All of this could have been avoided if you would have never brought her over here to his parent’s crib. You on some hot shit and you know it. Now both of y’all feelings hurt because y’all wanna catch a nigga up in some shit. All you had to do was take her back to our place and hang with her. You got that new fucking truck all of those gifts at the house and you out here causing problems. Danilo loves Willow. He been busy getting them a crib and shit. Copping her a new truck that’s a few years older than yours. They will be good. Now can you please go home and put your feet up. I’m sure you done stressed my baby out.” Deon said feeling like the tide was in his favor. He’d told Jess the truth whether she wanted to hear it or not. He felt the whole situation was her fault.
Jess nodded and pulled away from him. She couldn’t believe he had switched everything up on her. She turned to him and slowly took off her most favorite watch. The Chanel. She handed it to him then took off her earrings and necklace. Jess dropped the expensive jewelry onto the ground as if it had cost nothing. Deon’s eyes narrowed into slits as he clutched the watch tightly. Jess looked him in the eyes ready to throw in the towel. She wanted to at least try to be happy without him because she felt like he would never stop with his games and manipulation.
“I’m giving you all of this back because I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want any of that and I don’t want you. Torie can have you Deon. She really can because you are not the man you said you were. You’ve hurt me in so many ways and you keep hurting me. I have to live for Sima. I have to grow up so I can be a good parent to her. I’m going to do that without you,” Jess said looking Deon in the eyes.
Deon became more worried than angry. Her voice was laced with determination. He stepped towards her and his mother stepped out onto the porch.
“Deon! Come here,” she said.
Deon ignored her and walked closer to Jess.
“Baby I promise you I love you. I wouldn’t lie to you about that. If you want Torie gone then it’s done. Move into that apartment like I been begging you to do and I’ll be finished with her. I want you.”
Jess looked at him as she slowly walked back.
“Yeah me and every other attractive female you pass. Goodbye Deon,” she said and rushed to the truck.
Deon went after her and banged on the window once he saw Jess had locked the truck door. Deon’s mother Bonnie rushed over to him and grabbed his arm. Something had told her to go back outside and she was glad that she did.
“Let her go. She’s pregnant with your child and she’s upset. Don’t worry her too much baby. Please just let her go,” Bonnie begged gripping Deon’s arm tightly.
Deon banged on the window again making it shatter.
“Jess don’t fucking play with me! Your ass ain’t going nowhere!” he yelled trying to unlock the truck door.
Jess and Willow screamed out afraid of what he might do. Deon tried to grab Jess but she was able to pull off almost dragging him and his mother with her. Deon fell back with his mother at his side. He sat down onto the ground and watched as Jess burned rubber pulling away from Danilo’s parent’s home. He looked down at the watch and his shoulders slumped.
Bonnie sat next to her son quietly. She had never witnessed him behave that way before. It kind of frightened her and she’d made a mental note to tell her husband about it. She rubbed Deon’s arm and he looked at her. Her handsome son looked like his world was upside down. If he wanted Jess so bad she didn’t understand why he was living with Torie. She rubbed his face and gave him a loving smile.
“It will be okay Deon. You have to show a woman love and respect. They should never feel hurt or pain baby. That won’t keep them in your life. You have Torie. Be a good father to Jess’s baby and try to work things out with Torie.”
Deon shook his head. He would never allow Jess to leave him. He loved her too much.
“Ma, I love her. Why would I let her leave me?” he asked with a chuckle.
Bonnie stared at her son.
“Let her? It’s her choice Deon.”
Deon smirked and took a few calming breaths.
“If that’s what you wanna think,” he said and stood up leaving his mother alone on the icy grass deep in her own thoughts.
Heart of Stone
Written By: Mz.Lady P
Introduction
Growing up my mother always taught me that love wasn’t supposed to hurt or make you cry. Funny thing about that is, love will make you go against everything you were taught and believed in. I can’t help but wonder, if I had thought things through, would I be in my current situation?
By the way, I’m K'yonnah Kyles. In order for you to understand my ending, I’ll have to take you back to the beginning when shit was a fairytale. I was a princess and I had met my prince charming. The time when shit was a dream come true, before I woke up to the nightmare named Stone Williams.
His mother gave him the right name to match his heart. His shit was made out of stone. He didn’t have blood pumping in his heart; he had nothing but concrete inside of him. I can go on and on about how heartless this motherfucker was, but I’ll let you be the judge of that. Make sure you grab some tissues. This shit is a tearjerker.
I’m cool I won’t need any tissue where I’m at. Ain’t no such thing as crying where I am. I’m at peace with the decisions I made. Most importantly I’m content. Don’t cry for me, just love yourself more today than you did yesterday. It’s true when they say tomorrow isn’t promised and live everyday like it’s your last.
Rewind- 2010
Chapter 1-K’Yonnah Kyles
The walls of my house were starting to close in on me. It had been two weeks since I had been out of the house. I was too ashamed to go out, and let the world see the black eyes that I had received, courtesy of my boyfriend, Stone. We’ve been together for four years, and with each passing year he becomes more violent.
In the beginning he was the best man he could be to me. Granted he was very possessive. A smack here and a smack there, later it turned into black eyes, a broken nose, a broken jaw, and cracked ribs. I already know what you’re thinking. He did all of this shit to you, and you’re still with this nigga? Bitch, you stupid. I’m not mad at anyone who thinks that, because the shit is true. I should have walked away, but where would I go? All I have is Stone and his family.
I met Stone right after my parents died in a horrif
ic car accident. I was seventeen and he was twenty-five. I had actually known him from hanging around my father’s pool hall. I would always see him watching me, but I just shrugged it off. In a way, I had a little crush on him. He was so sexy with long, shoulder length braids that he wore so neatly. He stood 6’5 and was about 280 pounds of nothing but pure muscle. After my parent’s death, I was left with a small portion of the insurance money. I graduated high school the previous month, before their deaths, so all I needed to do was find a small apartment. There was no way I was going to be able to pay for the house I shared with my parents. It was in foreclosure anyway. My father had so many gambling debts. It was so surprising to me that one of the loan sharks hadn’t came along and killed him, due to all the money he owed. My mother always feared losing him to the streets over his debts. Never in a million years did I ever imagine I would lose them at the same time. The shit seems so unreal.
The day of their funeral service, Stone approached me, and told me he wanted to be there for me in my time of need. At first it was innocent, and then things took us on a more serious level. There I was living in his beautiful home, living the good life courtesy of him. There was nothing I wanted for. He made sure of that.
To a young naïve teenager, that was the life. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with what was going on. Stone, on the other hand, knew that he had no business being with a seventeen year old. I fell in love with him because he treated me like a queen. He was the total package. So I thought. Little did I know, the man who came into my life as a blessing from God was really the devil himself.
I had been trying my best not to cry about the situation. After all, I was nine months pregnant and due any day. I hoped and prayed that when I gave birth to my daughter, she would come out perfect. Stone had been whooping my ass the entire pregnancy, and I was surprised that I hadn’t miscarried. My little girl wasn’t even in the world yet, and she was strong as hell. She was my strength, because there had been so many times I felt like giving up. I had barely seen Stone. He would come and drop off food, and leave without so much as a word to me. I don’t know what hurt me the most. Him putting his hands on me, or ignoring me as if I didn’t even exist.
I knew that he was cheating and a part of me didn’t care. The other part of me yearned for the Stone I fell in love with. In my heart I knew that the old Stone was gone. Here my dumb ass was stuck, pregnant by a nigga who was whooping my ass for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Something had to give because I didn’t know how much more I could take.
My eyes were finally healed, and I was ready to get me some fresh air. I decided to get my hair blown out by the Egyptians, and to get a full set and pedicure. Stone had brought my father’s pool hall and remodeled it, now it was a bar and grill. Business had been so good for him.
Although I knew that I shouldn’t even give a fuck about whether he had eaten or not, I decided to take him some leftover lasagna that I cooked the night before. When he came in last night, he went straight to bed. I knew he loved my lasagna. Plus, I had thought long and hard about the current status of our relationship. We were about to be parents, and I didn’t want our daughter coming into the world with her parents in an unhappy space. I don’t want that for my baby girl, nor do I want that for me. I’ve decided to take one for the team and be a better woman to him. Although I know I’ve done my very best. I guess my very best wasn’t enough. So I was going to step my game up. If that didn’t work, then I knew that I needed to take the necessary steps to make a better life for my daughter and I. That was if he let me walk away in peace.
*****
Tears streamed down my face as I watched my husband, Stone, walk hand in hand out of the bar with a woman. The way he was whispering in her ear, causing her to laugh, made me cry harder. I knew first hand about the butterflies he put in a woman’s stomach, and the smile he put on her face. At one point in time that was me.
How I longed for the days when he treated me like a queen. Those days are long gone, and have been replaced with abuse and disrespect. As he walked across the street with her, I got the urge to step on the gas and run their asses over. If I do that, I’ll be in jail. I can’t have my baby behind bars, and leave my daughter out here in the world without her mother. My unborn daughter, Tianna, is my life, and she hasn’t even graced the world with her presence yet.
Without him, I have nothing, and that’s the saddest shit a woman could ever let come out of her mouth. He refuses to let me work or go to school. Now I see why. He wants to keep me in the house while he’s out fucking with these bum ass bitches.
The bitch he’s with deserves the Thot of the Year award. My friend Shannie told me that she had seen him with this bitch, Fayia, on several occasions. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe her, it’s just that sometimes a woman needs to see shit with her own eyes. To get the confirmation she needs for her own reassurance. As I sit and look at him open car doors and shit for this bitch, I become so heated that I pull alongside his car and block them in. They wanted to embarrass me in these streets, and I was about to do the same to them. I knew I was taking a risk on him whooping my ass, but at this moment I didn’t care.
“What the fuck is this, Stone?” I said as I jumped out of my car. I started pulling on the passenger side door handle, but it was locked.
“Take your ass home, K’Yonnah before I embarrass ya ass out here!”
“You’ve already embarrassed me parading this ugly bitch around town like you’re not married. Put her out of this car right now, Stone!” I walked around to the driver side, because he was trying to get in the car.
“I’m telling you right now. Take your ass home! You out here pregnant with my seed and acting a fool. I’ll be there in a minute.” He roughly pushed me, and I lost my balance. I fell and hit my head on the concrete. I immediately cradled my belly, because I felt a pain shoot through my stomach. After sitting on the ground for a minute the pain subsided. I was so embarrassed as he swerved around me, and left my dumb ass in the middle of the street.
“Are you cool, Ma?” I looked up, and a guy was extending his hand out to help me up from the ground.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.”
“That shit ain’t cool. Any nigga that puts his hand on a woman, a pregnant one at that, needs to get dealt with accordingly. However, it’s in my best interest not to step in and intervene, because I know after what he just did to you. Your ass is about to go home and wait for that nigga to come. Tighten up, Ma, know your worth.” He walked away, and I and walked to my car.
I looked back, and the handsome chocolate nigga with long dreads and his crew were just staring at me with sympathy. I became even more embarrassed. I was way too fucking beautiful and sexy to be dealing with an asshole like Stone. There were so many good men out here, and I was selling myself short, fucking with a nigga who didn’t give a fuck about me.
I watched the guy shake his head, and turned around to finish talking to his crew. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I just wanted to go home and crawl under the covers. As I drove home I felt a gush of liquid come out of me. My damn water had broken on me. I drove myself straight to the hospital.
Once I made it there, I was in active labor, and I had already dilated four centimeters. I tried calling Stone over and over again, but he never answered. I guess he got so tired of me calling his phone that he cut it off. It hurt me to my heart that he was about to miss the birth of our daughter. I wished I could have called Shannie, but she was in Jamaica with her new husband, Kartier.
I wouldn’t dare call and fuck up her good time. Six hours after arriving at the hospital, I gave birth to an eight pound, nine-ounce girl that I named Tianna Shanniece Kyles. She looked exactly like Stone. I hated him so much for missing something so special. As I kissed her on her chubby cheeks, I made a promise to protect her at all costs. I also apologized for her daddy. She didn’t deserve to come into the world without him. In my eyes every girl needs her daddy. The shit starts the moment she comes into
the world. There were no excuses, Stone should have been here for her birth.
Chapter 2- Stone Williams
“When are you going to tell K’Yonnah that you’re leaving her?” This bitch, Fayia, was getting on my nerves constantly asking me the same shit. I had been laid up at her crib for the last three days, and she was really trying to make me knock her motherfucking head off. I swear the bitches in my life ask for me to fuck them up on a regular basis.
“Stop asking me that shit. I’ll tell her when I’m good and ready. I told ya bitch ass before to stop being concerned in matters that concern K’Yonnah. Stay in your lane and play your position.” I had to grab her face and squeeze it tight, so she could shut the fuck up. I came over here to get a peace of mind and get my dick sucked, not get a fucking headache. I cut my phone off long ago, and simply didn’t cut it back on. I powered my phone on and immediately regretted cutting my shit off. I jumped out of the bed and started throwing my shit on.
“I thought you were going to stay another night.”
“I got to get home to K’Yonnah. Fucking around over here with you I missed the birth of my daughter.”
“Don’t blame that on me. Please don’t go over there playing house, and forget that you have two kids over here. I’m Fayia, not K’Yonnah and you will not treat me or my kids like we ain’t shit.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, because I knew I had to get the fuck out of this house before I broke this bitch’s jaw.
“Watch your mouth, before I have your ass sipping out of a straw. I don’t know what got you talking out the side of your neck to a nigga, but your ass better pipe the fuck down before I beat your ass. You don’t have to remind me about my kids, bitch, I’m well aware of their existence.” I grabbed my keys and rushed out of her house.
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