by Lady Lissa
STDs? Why would she ask me that shit? I’ve never given her any sexually transmitted diseases. I’ve taken every precaution to sleep with clean and sterile women. I would have never fucked around with a dirty bitch.
“That bitch said she had syphilis and gonorrhea! You were messing with some disease infected bitch and you didn’t even know it.”
“I don’t know who would have told you some shit like that, but that is a bold faced lie, if I ever heard one. For diseases like syphilis and gonorrhea, you would need antibiotics. Have you ever known me to be on antibiotics for anything sexual? That’s because I’ve never contracted any type of STD from anyone in my life! And not just that, but if I ever caught an STD, unless it happened before Joshua was born, the chances of you getting it would be slim to none since we ain’t been having sex,” I say.
“The hell with you Gregory! I’m making an appointment with my doctor tomorrow to get tested. There is no way I’m taking any chances when it comes to my body. You should get yourself tested as well, but whether you do or don’t, is no longer my issue to worry about. For all I care, your dick could fall off right now and I wouldn’t bat an eye!” she says.
Damn, she’s vengeful! That’s some evil shit to say to a man and I would have never wished her clit to fall out of her pussy. Why would she say some shit like that to me? I am at a loss for words. I’m even more confused by Lucy’s actions. How and why would she say some shit like that to my wife about me? Why would she say that shit to anybody about herself?
I realize that Sharonda is right. I will have to go to the doctor, just to be on the safe side. I need to prove myself to her and if that’s what it takes, I’ll do it. At this point, I’ll do anything to get my wife and family back.
If my marriage to Sharonda is going to work out, I have to be honest with her about everything. I have got to come clean and just hope for the best. Hopefully, now that I’ve confessed, she will find it in her heart to forgive me so we can work this out. Tears are falling from her eyes like water from a faucet and I feel absolutely horrible about it. I know you probably think I’m scum and don’t deserve my wife, and you’re probably right. But I do love her. I’ve always loved her and I love the life we share and the family we have built together.
I don’t wanna lose my wife and kids. I can’t lose my wife and kids. They mean everything to me and I’m probably in this damn situation because I took them for granted. I always assumed that Sharonda would always be here no matter what. Now that my family life is threatened, I feel lost; almost like I can’t breathe.
“I love you babe, I really do and I’m so sorry. I promise this will never happen again and I never meant to hurt you,” I say.
“You love me? Did you say you love me and never meant to hurt me? Well, if you love me, you have a funny way of showing it. And you aren’t supposed to hurt the ones you love like this,” she says.
“I do love you Shar and I swear I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for you to find out about my affair. That’s why I was careful. I ended things because I felt horrible about lying and deceiving you like that,” I say.
“But not horrible enough to not fuck her. Why did you do it, Gregory? Did you do it because she’s younger than me? Because her body is still slim and she hasn’t had any kids? Is sex so important to you that you would just forget our vows and give yourself to someone other than your wife? Oh God, why would you do this?” she asks. My wife is clearly broken up over this and I never meant for this shit to happen this way.
Not once while Lucy and I were having sex did I ever think she would do this. I didn’t even tell her I was married until I ended things with her and I only did that because I didn’t think she would give a shit about my situation. She was so caught up in that basketball star that I just knew she wouldn’t care one way or the other about my news. I never thought she would have stooped so low. Why did she do it?
“What? Are you kidding me? I love your body. You are beautiful and your body is beautiful. I never once said anything negative about the way you look,” I say.
“She did! She said I have the body of a small school bus or some shit like that! Did the two of you sit around laughing at the fat around my stomach and the cellulite on my thighs? Did you spend your nights teasing me and laughing about what a disgusting loser I am?” she asks, pain evident on her face and in her pretty brown eyes.
How could Lucy have done this? How could she have put me in this predicament with the woman that I love? Why would she do this? I mean, the two of us were already over and done with, so the only reason I can think of that she would do this is to ruin my marriage because she is pissed off about our break up. The look on my wife’s face right now is a look I never wanted to see.
I definitely didn’t want to be the one to put that look on her face. She’s been faithful and genuine to me all these years and look at how I repaid her for her loyalty. I’m so sorry I took her and her love for granted. I don’t know what I can do to get my marriage back on track at this point.
“I’m sorry she made you feel some kind of way about how you look babe, but that’s not me. I love you and your body. I love those extra pounds you put on because you did that to give me two beautiful and amazing kids. I guess I was bummed about not being able to have sex with my wife, with you. I felt rejected by you, but that’s no excuse for me to go outside our marriage and I am so sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you by having an affair and I’m even sorrier you had to find out from her. She had no right to come to you with this. I was wrong and I never ever meant to hurt you. Please forgive me and let’s work this out,” I beg.
“I don’t think we need to have any more conversations concerning this marriage. I have been faithful to you this whole time and you were cheating on me for two whole years. Two fucking years!” she yells as she waves two fingers in the air, “How could you have cheated on me for so long and I didn’t even know it? I know that there were signs, but I was so in love with your old monkey ass that I didn’t bother to look at them. All those nights you claimed to be putting in overtime, you were with your little bitch!”
“No, I wasn’t. When I told you I was working, I was really at work. I wasn’t always with that girl,” I lie.
“BULLSHIT! You never had all those overtime hours on your check because you didn’t work all those hours. You played me this whole time and you got me out here looking so stupid,” she continues to cry.
I walk over to her to try and take her in my arms, but she just pushes me away. I need to hold my wife so she can know how sincere and sorry I am for what I did.
“DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T YOU EVER PUT YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON ME AGAIN!” she cries, slapping my hand away from her.
“Baby please, don’t do this. You know how much I love you and I regret everything. Please, let me make it up to you,” I beg.
“I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING, YOU DID THIS! I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU DESTROYED OUR MARRIAGE AND OUR FAMILY!” she screams.
This is the first time I’m wondering where my kids are. All this chaos, yelling and screaming is not something that they should be a part of. My kids have never seen their parents argue or fight. I don’t know where the kids are but they must not be here. If they were here, I know they would have run out from wherever they were to see what was going on with their mommy and daddy.
I don’t know what else I can do or say to change my wife’s mind about us and our marriage. I don’t want to lose her or my family. You know that saying, ‘You never realize what a good thing you have until it’s gone’? That’s how I feel right now.
I love my family so much and don’t want to lose them. Damn. How could I have been so stupid?
“Baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I can say to prove that to you. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. Tell me what you want me to say and I’ll say it and mean it. Please don’t let this be the end of us. Please,” I am begging her at this moment.
“I really want you to get the hell out of this house, but for the kid’s
sake, I’m willing to allow you to stay. Your only focus from now on should be our kids. You need to concentrate on being their father. Make no mistake about this, your ass will be sleeping in the guest room. I don’t want you nowhere near MY bedroom and I certainly don’t want your filthy hands on me,” she says as she stalks off.
Once she’s out of the room, I throw one of my fists into the wall, “Aaarrrggghhhhh!” I scream out my frustration. What the fuck just happened here?
How did I go from having a wife who adored me to being so dirty I can’t even touch her? I pull out my phone and call Lucy. That bitch is going to pay for this shit. The phone rings until it goes to voicemail. I hang up and call again, same result. I hang up and call again, this time when it goes to voicemail, I decide to leave a message.
“You filthy bitch! You came over here to see my wife. That was a big mistake and I will get your ass for this shit,” I say through clenched teeth.
I put my phone back in my pocket and head out. If my wife wants nothing to do with me, she won’t care where I’m going. I get in my truck and it takes me all of twenty minutes to reach my destination. I put the truck in park and hop out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Onyx
The next day, I am still sitting next to Starr’s bed with her mother, as usual. I have been praying for the doctor to be right about her waking up any minute. When the paramedics were rushing her to the emergency room three days ago, it was so they could operate on her. As it turns out, she had more internal damage than anyone knew. She had a couple of broken ribs and one of the ribs had punctured her lung. They had to rush her to surgery because she couldn’t breathe and they needed to repair the lung tissue.
I had never prayed so hard in my life. Looking at Starr now, with the tubes in her mouth and the IV in her arm, has me beside myself. I wonder if anyone understands the extent of my love for her. I would lay my own life on the line if she would be spared. If I were there when the hit and run happened, I would have pushed Starr out of the way and gladly taken that hit to spare her from any of this.
That is how much I love Starr. Her mom had been giving me the evil eye ever since the accident happened, but I think over the last couple of days, she has started to understand that this wasn’t my fault. I just think at the time, she needed someone to blame and since I was the one with Starr, it was better to blame me for this instead of the person who actually hit her.
My parents called earlier to see if there was any change in Starr’s condition and I said no. They said they would be by to visit her later. I just hope she opens her eyes so she can see that I’m here for her and that I’ve always been here.
I squeeze her hand and say, “I’m here baby. I won’t leave without you.”
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. Her mom looks at me with pain in her eyes. Her dad went down to the cafeteria to get some coffee for him and his wife. He asked did I want anything, but I declined. I don’t want anything until Starr wakes up. If that means I’ll go without food for a week, so be it.
Mr. Mark returns with the coffee and a muffin for each of them. He hands me a water and a bag of chips, but I decline.
“Onyx, you have to eat or drink something man. What good will you be for Starr if you end up in the hospital with dehydration? Here, take this water and eat these chips,” her dad says.
“Thanks Mr. Mark, but I’m not hungry.”
“Do I need to call your parents and let them know that you haven’t eaten in two days?” Ms. Nina asks with a stern look on her face.
“No ma’am,” I say as I take the chips and bottle of water from Starr’s dad.
“Thank you sir,” I say to him.
I open the bottle of water and take a swig. I drink almost the entire bottle before I look up to see them both staring at me. I can’t help but laugh at myself because here I was telling them I didn’t want a water, yet when I start drinking it, I drink like a man trapped in the desert.
“So I guess you were thirsty huh?” Starr’s dad says with a smile.
“Yes sir,” I say.
The three of us chop it up for a few minutes about the accident. The entire hit and run was captured on surveillance video at the hotel, but they couldn’t see the license plate numbers on the vehicle because it was too dark. I hate that they still basically have no damn leads after three damn days. But seeing as how they only released footage of the video during last night’s news segment, I can’t get too upset.
It will take a little time before they find the perpetrator of this crime and when they do, I hope they throw the book at that person. In the back of my mind, I keep thinking that Mandy is responsible for this. She hates Starr and would have done anything to keep the two of us apart. It’s something that keeps eating at me and my mind keeps going back to the fact that I think she did it.
The fact that she has a car the same color and model as the one seen during the hit and run. The fact that no one has seen her since this hit and run happened. All that just seems too coincidental. She had something to do with it. I know it.
As Starr’s parents and I are talking, I feel a light brush against my hand. It was so light that I almost thought I dreamt it. I turn to look at Starr and see her eyes fluttering open.
“Baby, baby, I’m here baby. Thank you God! Thank you for bringing my baby back to me! I love you so much Starr,” I say as tears begin to fall from my eyes.
“I’ll go get the doctor,” Mr. Mark says and races out the hospital room.
“Baby, I’m here and your father is here too. Starr we have been so worried about you honey,” her mom says through tears of her own.
Mr. Mark returns with Doctor Flugence moments later. I move away so the doctor can perform the necessary tests to make sure that Starr is okay. She flashes a small flashlight in front of Starr’s eyes and asks that she follow the light with only her eyes. She does as she’s asked. Then the doctor checks her vital signs on the machines next to her bed.
“Everything looks good. I told you it would be only a matter of time before she wakes up. I knew that time was going to come today,” he says to her parents and I with a huge smile on his face.
“What happens now doctor?” Mr. Mark asks.
“Well, we are going to remove the tube from her nose and mouth. She seems to be breathing just fine, which means her lung is healing properly and so are her ribs,” Doctor Flugence says.
“When do you think she’ll be ready to come home?” Ms. Nina asks.
“Well, let’s not jump the gun on this just yet. All I can say is if she continues to show improvement, I may be able to release her in the next couple of days,” Doctor Links says.
“That’s wonderful. God is good and I knew he would answer my prayers,” Ms. Nina says.
I stare upward at the ceiling and say, “Thank you Jesus.”
Once Doctor Links has removed all the tubes that were connected to Starr, I rush back to take my seat next to her bedside. I grab her hand and hold it tight. I’m just so happy that she’s okay.
“You will have a little soreness in your throat for a couple of days and the pain from the incision should be minimal due to the pain medication that you’re on. Everything looks great and you are on your way to a full recovery young lady. Keep this up and you will be home within a couple of days,” the doctor says.
“I hope so,” Starr says.
“Well, I have a few rounds to make but I will be by later to check on you. If you need anything, just press the red button and a nurse will answer you. Do not hesitate to call me if you need to,” Doctor Links says.
“I won’t,” she responds.
Once the doctor has left the room, I look at Starr and say, “You don’t know how much I prayed for you. I’m so happy you’re going to be okay.”
“Yes honey, you gave us quite a scare,” her mom says.
“I’m sorry,” she says with a weak smile.
“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for,” her dad says.
“Di
d the police find out who hit me?” Starr asks.
“No, but they are investigating the accident and witnesses have come forward. Did you happen to see who was driving the car?” her mom asks.
“No, it was too dark. All I know is they didn’t try to stop or avoid hitting me. I was standing there waiting for Onyx to return when I heard tires screeching and headlights coming toward me. I tried to get out of the way, but I didn’t get out in time,” Starr explains.
“It’s okay. The police will find whoever did this. We’re just glad you’re okay,” I say.
“Yes. God really did answer our prayers,” her mom says.
“He sure did,” her dad says as he leans over and gives her a kiss on her forehead.
“How long have I been out?” Starr asks.
“A couple of days. The doctor had you on some heavy medication so you could recover from your injuries a little bit. How are you feeling?” her dad asks.
“Like I’ve been hit by a car,” she says.
“The police will find who did this,” I say.
“I hope so because what they did was wrong. They didn’t even stop to make sure I was okay,” Starr says.
“Don’t worry,” I say, “I will make sure whoever did this, pays for it.”
“Now don’t start acting all macho. Let the police do their job,” Starr says.
“Oh I will, but I’m just gon’ help them out,” I say.
There’s a knock on the door and my parents walk through. The look on their faces when they see Starr sitting up in bed talking is one of pure joy and relief.
“Starr honey, I’m so happy that you’re okay. What a wonderful surprise,” my mom says.
“Thanks Miss Renee. It feels good to be back among the living,” Starr responds.
“You look good Starr,” my dad says.
“Thanks Mr. Thomas,” she smiles.
“Renee and Thomas, we’re glad you’re here. We need you to take your young man down to the cafeteria or somewhere he can get a good meal,” Starr’s dad says.
“Onyx, you haven’t been eating?” my mom asks, concern written all over her face.
