Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway 3: The FAM (Who Wants That Perfect Story Anyway)

by Natavia

  Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway 3

  Natavia

  Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway 3

  Copyright © 2015 by Natavia

  Published by Shan Presents

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  Dedication

  I would like to dedicate this to God, Logan, family and friends. I also want to dedicate this to the readers that supported me and the beautiful plus size women.

  Table of Contents

  Tee-Tee

  Koran

  Jamie

  Royal

  Corey

  Camren

  Ashaun

  Camren

  Corey

  Royal

  Tee-Tee

  Killa

  Jamie

  Camren

  Corey

  Ashaun

  Tee-Tee

  Royal

  Jamie

  Koran

  Killa

  Myla

  Corey

  Ashaun

  Cam

  Epilogue: Jamie

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  Tee-Tee

  Two Weeks Ago…

  “Boom!” I shot aiming at Corey’s head but he moved, the bullet grazing his ear. The look of hurt was in his eyes and I just realized that I could’ve killed him. Was I really trying to kill him? I couldn’t believe we’d come to this. Both of our faces were bloody and bruised. I could feel my eyes swelling up from him punching me in the face. I could taste the blood in my mouth. Our white, plush carpet was stained with our blood. We were both fighting each other because of love. Was love supposed to hurt like this? Was love supposed to make us kill each other? What the hell was it and why did it result to this?

  “You really want to fucking kill me!” he yelled with his fist balled up. We were now sobered up. When we came home from the all- white party we were still drinking until Killa texted Corey about Jamie. Jamie was over Killa’s house acting a fool because Quayla was over there.

  Corey stared at me waiting for me to answer him but I couldn’t at the moment. I was studying his wounds and I fucked him up. He had blood dripping down his face. His lip was split and his eye was swelling. He had a cut across his chest that was bleeding through his shirt and blood ran down his arm from where I cut him with a razor. I threw one of his knives at him and it put a nasty gash in his knee. What have I done? I knew he wasn’t really going to kill me. Corey was a straight shooter, if he wanted to take me out he could’ve, he was just trying to scare me.

  “Do you think I would really take you from our daughter, Teyana? I’m going to be honest with you though, I would beat your ass cripple before I take your life! But, you really tried to fucking kill me! If I hadn’t of dodged it in time, I would’ve had a bullet in my fucking head! Yo, I can’t believe this shit!” he said in disbelief.

  “Look what you did to my fucking face! You was beating my ass like I was a fucking nigga!” I cried.

  “YOUR FACE? LOOK AT ME! I’M ALL FUCKED UP! JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!” he shouted. He took his shirt off then held it against his head. He plopped down on the bed then bent over with his elbows rested on his knees. I felt bad because I did fuck him up, but in my heart I knew he let me because Corey could’ve easily killed my ass. I know he didn’t want to lay hands on me but he didn’t have a choice once I started cutting him with my razor.

  I went to our bathroom into the medicine cabinet to get some peroxide, Band-Aids, gauze pads, a bowl of water and a few washcloths. He let me clean his wounds. Once I was finished, I realized they weren’t too bad. But, the deep gash on his knee needed stitches.

  I looked around our luxurious bedroom and it was a mess. It looked like a hurricane came through.

  “You need to go to the hospital,” I told him.

  “You think?” he snapped, wincing in pain.

  I ignored him then gave him some clean clothes that I hadn’t had the chance to bleach or cut up. I was going to take him to the hospital. I prayed that our dysfunctional relationship got better. No couple that loved each other should ever have to fight like this.

  I changed out of my bloody, white dress then put on some comfortable clothes. I went into the bathroom and for the first time I looked at my face. My lip was swollen and split, my nose was bloody and I had a black eye. Corey came in behind me and I could see him in the mirror. He walked up to me turning me around, grabbed me then sat me down on the countertop. He took a washcloth and ran cold water on it to clean my face. Tears were falling out of our eyes. I wiped his away.

  “Shorty, I’m sorry for putting my hands on you. It’s just that I don’t know how to handle all my feelings for you. You leaving me is like pressure on my chest. It’s hard to explain but that shit hurts! Teyana, I need you like I need air in my lungs! I fucked up, I know I did and yes, I did lie to you about Myla. I only fucked her once and I strapped up! She claims the condom must have broken. I’m not sure if it did or didn’t because I was fucked up the night I had sex with her. She lost her job due to missing a lot of days because she was having complications then she ran low on her money. She couldn’t afford her place.” He rang the rag out.

  “So I gave her a place to stay and I’m still putting money in her pockets. You know how I am. I would never turn my back on my flesh and blood. If she is carrying my seed, I can’t have her struggling like that. That day she came to our house, I thought she was really lying about being pregnant. I thought she was just saying that because I cut her off, but a few days later I made her take a pregnancy test and after that, she showed me a sonogram. When she proved to me she was pregnant, I stepped up. But I only fucked her once since we been back together, but I’m going to be honest with you. Myla sucked my dick like four or five times since she been living in my crib. I even bought her that Lexus she driving in, I’m just trying get everything out,” he said.

  I was speechless. My man was having an affair on me. Sucking dick is still cheating and he is providing for this bitch like she is his woman. I felt like a heart attack was coming on. I remembered years ago my grandmother told me a man would cause you to end up in an early grave. I thought that was bullshit, but now it’s clear as day. Corey is going to end up being the death of me. This was stressful. I’d rather for him to just cheat and fuck random bitches. But this shit is consistent, so I know he has feelings for this bitch and can’t no one tell me any different. He has her living somewhere where he has access to her any time of the day and night. This was too much for me stomach!

  “How am I supposed to deal with this? It hurts too damn bad! I can’t trust you anymore! How am I supposed to know that you are not going to continue to see her? How do I know you are not there when you aren’t home? I don’t know what to do! I know I did some foul shit to you but a baby Corey? I can’t do that! I’m the only one who is supposed to be carrying your damn children!” I got up off the sink. He followed me then grabbed me around the waist.

  “I promise you that I would do everything to make you trust me again. Just ride the shit out with me! I need you Tee-Tee! I never told you I was perfect because I know I fuck up sometimes. Let’s just focus on us until we get a DNA test done. If the baby’s mine, I would let you go. We can work on co-parenting and I wouldn’t try to pursue nothing else with you. I would let you move on a
nd enjoy your life. All I’m asking is, can you ride this shit out with me? We ain’t got to rush into anything. We can move at your pace. I can even sleep in another room. But, moving out of the house is out of the question,” he said.

  “This is soooo hard for me, Corey!” I sobbed. Corey turned me into a straight crybaby. All that tough interior that I had was gone. He stripped me from everything I held on to. My dignity had vanished. This man was breaking me down more and more.

  He pulled me into his strong arms and I melted as he hugged me closely. I loved this man so much—tears fell from my eyes because I was trapped. I knew in my heart I could never leave him. Did that make me pathetic?

  After I parked the Maybach in the garage we got into my Audi truck heading to the hospital.

  “Yo, that’s fucked up what you did to my jewelry, clothes, and shoes. Oh, let’s not forget about my fish, iguana, and snake. You went ‘G’ on my ass didn’t you? I knew you was crazy but damn Tee-Tee you just snapped. You could’ve just fucked up my clothes and shit, but my pets though? You knew I loved those damn things. That shit really hurt my feelings on the real though!” he said sadly.

  Fuck Corey pets! I don’t know why he thought he was Ace Ventura, the pet detective. Didn’t no black bitch from the hood want to see that shit! His fish’s teeth were sharper than my knives in the kitchen. His snake looked like an anaconda, and his iguana reminded me of a damn alligator. Corey knew I didn’t like these types of creatures. I could barely sleep knowing that they were even in there.

  “That’s what your ass gets! I told you I don’t play when it comes to what’s mine! We dealt with too much shit in this relationship for you to just fuck with another bitch and think and I’m supposed to be cool on it! Matter of fact, how about I go to D.C. and kill the bitch and make you watch? Pregnant or not! Give that bitch an abortion real quick!” I snapped my fingers. Corey was making me crazy!

  “Teyana, watch your damn mouth! You not doing shit until I find out if that’s my seed or not. That could be Coren’s sister or brother you are talking about killing! Since when have you been this cold?” he asked with anger dripping from his voice.

  “Motherfucker! You made me this way!” I screamed, almost swerving off the road.

  “WHAT THE FUCK? You trying to kill me again? Yo, just drop my ass off and go on about your business because you making my trigger finger itch now! You ready to crash the fucking whip and you talking about killing babies. I think I have slapped you too damn hard or something. It’s my fault though. I can’t go around slapping people with little ass heads. Fucking wind blow strong enough would give your retarded ass brain damage,” he stated seriously. I wanted to laugh but it was not the time. Corey was always talking shit.

  “Shut the fuck up! You think I’m just going to drop your silly ass off so you can get your other bitch to come sit with you?” I asked.

  “Shut the fuck up, Tee-Tee, and just drop me off! You sound dumb as fuck right now!” he said.

  I pulled my brass knuckles out of the glove compartment then slid them down my fingers. I pulled over on the side of the road then parked.

  “Nigga, I would beat your rabbit ass if you even suggest I can’t come with you! I dare you to tell me some bitch ass shit like that! I’m being insecure right now, maybe even childish for bringing her up, because of the shit you did. But, you should already know how the fuck it was going to be! I no longer trust your dirty dick ass!” I told him.

  Corey shook his head and didn’t say nothing. See, sometimes I had to get crazy and ignorant with this nigga because he didn’t understand verbal communication. You had to get ratchet with this fool.

  “Yo, I swear when I get stitched up, or whatever, I’m fucking you until your pussy bleed! I’m going to make it bleed to remind your baldheaded ass that you bleed once a month and you not fittin’ to keep testing my ‘G.’ You got the roles all fucked up, shorty.” He licked his lips then smiled.

  When we got to the hospital we had to fill out a report. We both lied and said we were attacked by a mob of people we didn’t know. Corey told them not to ask him shit because he didn’t remember shit because of the blow to his head. Corey is always acting up in public but I wasn’t embarrassed. It was sad to say I was used to it. But from here on out things were going to change and it started with our relationship.

  Koran

  Tashondra shot at us and missed. Stupid bitch closed her eyes when she pulled the trigger. I took that as a chance to charge into her. She dropped the gun and Tyran picked it up. Tashondra screamed and clawed at my face. I started choking her ass. This bitch needed to die. She fucked with too many lives to be walking around breathing. These hoes had me for a long ass time, so I lost half of my mind.

  “You are going to kill her!” Tyran cried. I let Tashondra go then grabbed the chains wrapping them around her body. If Tyran wasn’t there, Tashondra would’ve been dead. But I was feeling Tyran and couldn’t even do her like that. She was still her sister.

  “You black, ugly bitch! How could you do this to me?” Tashonda asked Tyran.

  “I DON’T FUCKING WANT YOU!” I answered for Tyran.

  A few moments later, the pigs barged in. I had never seen them come so quick. The neighbors or someone must have heard the gun shot. We couldn’t had been in the hood.

  Tyran gave them her statement, which was a lie. She told them that her sister went mad because she was messing with her boyfriend. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t want to give her statement, but they found the gun and needed an explanation. I wasn’t speaking up for that shit! She also didn’t mention me being kidnapped. She would’ve been going to jail also for conspiracy. I didn’t mention it either because I wasn’t standing on nobody’s stand, pointing fingers like some bitch. It’s also embarrassing that I was even kidnapped by some broads.

  Officer Thompson wanted my name and I gave it to him, “Someone filed a missing report on you. Are you sure everything is okay?” he asked looking around the basement.

  “Yeah, I’m cool. I have been out of town for a while,” I answered. I knew he didn’t believe me but it was my story and I was sticking to it. I just wanted to take my ass home and see my daughter. Good thing my house was already paid for, because I would’ve been homeless. After the cops escorted a screaming Tashondra away, Tyran broke down. I hugged her as she cried in my chest.

  “That bitch tried to shoot me!” she screamed. She wasn’t lying about that. Tashondra was aiming right at her sister. Truth was, I felt like crying myself because I was free. Now all I needed to do was clear my name so I could live a normal life.

  Jamie

  Present…

  “Baby, eat something!” Killa told me. He fried me some chicken with corn and string beans.

  “I can’t!” I cried. I could still smell Liyah’s flesh burning from when I killed her. It was awful. I was now a murderer. I didn’t know who I had turned into, but I was having an out of body experience when I did it. Only Killa knew I did it. Everyone else thought she was murdered. It was on the news as the reporter stood in front of her burned-down home asking for information on the person who gruesomely murdered her.

  Am I capable of killing again? I asked myself before I burst into tears.

  Killa slammed the plate down and it fell off of my nightstand onto the floor. He was pissed.

  “GET THE FUCK OVER IT! I understand how you feel but the bitch deserved every bit of what she got! She almost took your brother away from you! And from the looks of it, she was ready to take your ass! What are you trying to do, kill yourself by starving to death? You haven’t really eaten shit in a week! She is dead and she is still fucking with you! I can’t continue to see you like this shorty, on some real shit!” he said then flopped down on the bed.

  “Royal has been calling you almost everyday and you can’t even get on the damn phone! You know he started physical therapy and is coming home sooner than we think. The shit is having me feel some type of way now, because you keep getting
me to lie to your friends and family by telling them you are sick. Do you know Tee-Tee is running your shop now? Claudia almost sued her ass because she gave her a perm, or some shit, and it took most of her hair out. Now Claudia walking around there looking like, Fire Marshall Bill!” Killa stated. I wanted to laugh! Claudia was one of my mom’s so-called friends. Tee-Tee knew she was wrong for that shit!

  I got on my phone real quick! A bitch can’t even be depressed in peace! Who the hell gave Tee-Tee that authority? I rather for Tataliscious to take cover. My shop was my life, and Tee-Tee was ready to take it away from me.

  “About time, bitch! Where you been at? Damn you! I’m not fucking with you no more! How are you going to be sick and not have your FAM check up on you?” she asked then started to curse me out. I sat the phone down a few times until she finally calmed down. I was not in the mood to fuss with Tee-Tee. She was my girl and all, but her mouth made you want to whip her ass sometimes.

  “Forget all that! Why you touching people’s hair, Teyana?”

  She laughed but there wasn’t a damn thing funny. “Girl, hush! I think I did a wonderful job! If you would get your lazy, dick-whipped ass up, I wouldn’t have to tend to your salon!” she snapped again. I thought Tee-Tee was bipolar, and no one could tell me differently.