by Dawn Jiles
I was knocked out of my thoughts by my front door being opened. Mo walked in the door, looking as beautiful as ever. She wore a simple outfit—jeans and a shirt with a pair of new Jordans—but she still looked good. She had sadness in her eyes, and my heart broke looking at her.
“I didn’t know you were here. I didn’t see your car,” she said.
“It’s in the shop, baby. Can we please talk?” I asked.
“I didn’t come here for all that. I just came to get the rest of my things, and I’m heading out,” she said.
That was when I noticed the duffel bag that she had in her hand. She headed to our room, but I didn’t follow her. About fifteen minutes later, she came out with the rest of her stuff. I stood up and blocked the door so that she couldn’t leave.
“Move, Corey, before I kick you in your balls again,” she said.
“I’m not moving until you hear what I have to say,” I told her. I was dead-ass serious. She was going to hear me out today, whether she liked it or not.
“You’ve got two minutes, so you better make that shit quick. I don’t have all day,” she said, sounding irritating.
We sat down on the couch, and I began to tell her what had happened.
“Sam and I did have sex, but it wasn’t while you and I were in a relationship. I have never cheated on you,” I told her.
“If that is the case, then why didn’t you just tell me what happened before we made things official and let me decide if I wanted to stay or go?” she asked.
“Baby, I was so scared of losing you. I know that it was selfish, but I need you, baby. I am so lost without you,” I said, on the brink of tears.
“Well, you should have thought about that when you allowed your little whore to tell me what happened instead of you. She humiliated me, and I don’t know if I can forgive you or her for that,” she said as she stood up.
“Baby, please don’t go. I’ll spend my life trying to make this up to you,” I said.
I kissed her face, then trailed down to her neck. When she didn’t stop me, I kissed her on her lips. I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom. I laid her down and took off all her clothes. She began to cry, and I kissed away her tears. I took off all my clothes and began to kiss her from her toes all the way up to her honeypot. I pushed my tongue deep into her opening and flicked my tongue inside of it. I started sucking on her clit like my life depended on it. She came in my mouth, and then I eased into her hole. I long stroked her pussy, and her shit felt so good. She was so tight and wet that the thought of her being with someone else made me mad as hell.
I started kissing her as I pumped in and out of her. I felt her legs shaking, so I knew she was about to cum. I started grinding against her pussy, and she came. I flipped her over on all fours and dove deep inside of her. I picked up my pace when I felt my nut building up. I came inside her, and I fell next to her. I pulled her close to me, and we just lay there. I kissed her on her forehead and told her I loved her. We drifted off to sleep, and I just knew that I had my baby back.
When I woke up the next day, Monique was gone. She had left me a note on the refrigerator, and I almost broke down in tears.
Corey,
I love you so much. I want nothing more than to be able to rewind time, but I just cannot. You hurt me so bad, and I just can’t get over it. I do not know what our future holds, but right now, I honestly can’t see myself being with you. Let me go, Corey, at least for now. I guess I’ll see you around.
Mo
I was about to go strangle that bitch Sam!
Bria
For the past couple of months, David had been on some straight bullshit. He was barely at home, and when he was here, it was like he wasn’t. My gut was telling me that he was cheating on me, but I didn’t have any proof. I hadn’t been insecure in our relationship until the moment I told him that I was pregnant. That was when everything began to change between us. We didn’t even have sex anymore.
The other night, when David came home, drunk as usual, I went through his phone. There was no evidence of him cheating, but that didn’t prove shit to me, because he could have erased everything. I downloaded this tracking app to his phone so I could track where he was going. I called Mo up and had her ride with me so I could see what was going on.
“I can’t believe you’ve got me out here, stalking David’s ass,” she said with a slight attitude.
“I need to find out what is going on,” I told her.
We pulled up to this bowling alley and waited for him to come out. After about an hour of waiting, his ass finally came out. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces when I saw him holding hands with some little, ugly-ass girl with a big ass. I snapped pictures of them with my phone. I was about to get out and whup both of their asses, but Mo stopped me.
“You are six months pregnant. I am not about to let you out so that you can fight their asses. Let’s go,” she said.
I looked back one last time, and that was when I saw them kiss. I took another picture. It was a done deal for his ass. We followed him to the girl’s house, and I took a photo of them entering the house. Then we went back to the house that David and I shared. I went into the kitchen to get some garbage bags, because his ass had to go. I put every single piece of clothing that he owned into the tub. I grabbed my bleach and poured it all over everything. I grabbed my bat and his PlayStation 4 and beat the shit out of it. I stepped on all his games and put then them back into the cases.
I packed up all his shit, then put it in my car. I made sure to grab my bleach, and we headed back to the girl’s house. We unloaded my car and put all his shit on that ho’s front porch. I grabbed my bat and bleach, and I busted out every last one of his car windows. I opened one of the doors and poured bleach all over his seats and on the floor. I threw the bleach bottle on his seat. Then I grabbed a screwdriver from my car and wrote, “Stay your cheating ass right here,” on the side of his car that faced the house. On the other side, I wrote, “Our son and I don’t need you.”
Mo and I got back in my car, and I drove home. I called a locksmith and had my locks changed. Mo stayed with me that night because she knew that I was hurt, and so was she. We comforted each other and told each other that we would help each other through this process. I loved my best friend, and I really needed her right now.
David
I walked outside to take my ass home. I had spent the day with this little chick named Meka, my dude Mitch, and his girl. When I opened the door to leave Meka’s house and stepped out on the porch, I tripped over a bunch of bags of clothes. The closer I got to my car, the more I realized that I had fucked up big-time. I had definitely gotten caught cheating. Bria had fucked my car all the way up, and I was so pissed. I ran back up on Meka’s porch and opened up the bags. My clothes were all bleached, and my PlayStation 4 was broken all up.
I was ready to go home and kill Bria’s ass. Now, I knew that she didn’t play, but I didn’t know she would do all of this. I couldn’t believe that I had allowed things to go this far. Things with Meka had started off all innocent, but I had let her suck my dick one day, and that was all she wrote. I didn’t love her. As a matter of fact, I had absolutely no feelings for her at all. She was just something to do to help me forget about my problems. Looking at Bria every day reminded me of what I didn’t want, and that was why I was never at home. Now I might lose my woman and my baby because of the messed-up decisions I had made. I had got so depressed after finding out that she was pregnant that I had started drinking heavily, and eventually, I had cheated on my girl. I was fucked up about her being pregnant, but I didn’t want to lose Bria. I got in my car, and that was when I noticed that her ass had put bleach on my fucking seats as well.
I finally made it home, after sitting on bleach and glass, only to find out that I couldn’t get in the damn house. I rang the doorbell several times before Bria decided that she wanted to come to the door. She opened the door, but the chain was on it, so she kept it cracked. Bria rarely s
howed her emotions, but since she had got pregnant, she cried at the drop of a hat. Tears stained her face, and she looked so fucking sad. My heart broke, as I knew that I was the cause of her pain.
“Baby, why did you change the locks?” I asked.
“Because you are a liar and a cheater, and this is no longer your home,” she said.
“What do you mean, this is no longer my home? We both live here, and I’m not cheating on you. Why would you fuck up my car and clothes because you think I’m cheating? You had Mitch and his girl clowning me and shit,” I lied to her.
“You fucking liar!” she screamed.
She went into the house, and I heard some shuffling around. I was about to take off, because I knew her ass was crazy, but she came back with her phone. She showed me pictures of Meka and me holding hands and kissing outside of the bowling alley. She also had a picture of us going inside Meka’s house. I knew then that I had lost the only woman I had loved.
“You can stop with all the lies. You and I are over. I started to be one of those bitter-ass girls that keep their babies’ father away from the children, but I’m not. I will not keep your son from you if you want to be a part of his life,” she said sadly.
“I’m having a son?” I asked.
She stepped back inside for something, came back to the door, and handed me an ultrasound photograph. “If you had been home, instead of running around with hoes, you would have known that we were having a son,” she said before she closed the door in my face.
I walked away, feeling defeated. I thought about going back to Meka’s house, but I knew that would just add salt to the wound, so I headed to Corey’s instead. I knocked on the door, and then he let me inside.
“What in the hell happened to your car? And why is there a big-ass bleach stain on the back of your pants? She caught you, didn’t she?” he asked.
“Yeah, and she fucked up all my clothes, my games, and my car,” I said. “I need to stay . . . just until I can get my shit together, man,” I told him.
“Okay. I’ll get you a change of clothes,” he said, looking at me and shaking his head.
That nigga had his nerve, I thought. He acted like he was not in the same boat that I was in. I was going to get my shit together for Bria, my son, and myself. I just hoped it was not too late.
Chapter Eleven
Sam
I had succeeded in breaking up Corey and Monique, and I didn’t feel bad. I still couldn’t believe that bitch Monique had had the nerve to come over here to fight. She was normally scared as hell, but I guessed when somebody fucked with your relationship, you grew balls. She had done a number on my ass, because I had a nice-sized gash on my forehead, and she had busted my lip, but I had given her some business, even with my head busted and all.
Corey had finally come to his senses, because he’d asked to come over my crib today. I had hurriedly agreed. I ran to my room and applied my makeup. I wanted to look as natural as possible when he got here. I put on a thong, some black leggings, a black fitted crop top. I wanted to show a little tummy. I made sure to put on a push-up bra so that my titties were sitting pretty. I threw on some Nikes and headed downstairs to wait on him.
The doorbell rang as soon as I made it down the stairs. I opened the door, and there was my boo, standing there and looking fine as hell.
“Are you alone?” he asked with a serious mug on his face.
“Yes. Come in,” I told him.
He walked into my house, and I shut the door behind him. As soon as I turned around, he rushed me and pinned me against the door.
“Why the fuck did you pull that stupid-ass stunt? Why did you have to fuck up everything with my girl? What has she ever done to you besides be a good-ass friend to your ho ass?” he asked.
“Corey, I’m sorry. I love you, and I want to be with you. She doesn’t deserve you,” I told him.
He let me go and just stared at me.
“She doesn’t fuck you like I do, baby. I know she’s not sucking your dick. Do you want Mama to make you feel good? You know I know exactly what you like,” I said as I dropped to my knees and pulled down his jogging pants.
His dick was already hard, and all I did was talk to him. I took him in my mouth and swallowed him whole. I went down his shaft and took his balls and dick into my mouth at the same time. I stood up to take off my clothes, and he watched me with this dazed look in his eyes. He slapped me on my face and told me to bend over. I did what I was told, and he entered me from behind.
“This is all you wanted, huh? You wanted this dick. That’s why you’re acting all crazy and shit?” he asked while beating the hell out of my pussy.
“Yes, baby, that’s what I wanted,” I moaned.
“Throw that ass back!” he yelled, slapping my ass.
I threw it back at him, and I felt myself about to cum, but before I could, he pulled out and told me to turn around. He jerked off to finish off his nut and shot his seed all over my face.
“You got what the fuck you wanted. Now stay away from Mo and me.” He pulled his pants up and left me sitting by the door, dumbfounded.
Monique wasn’t going to take his ass back, so I didn’t know why he felt like there was still hope for him. I had made sure of that at their engagement party. She had been embarrassed, and there was no way she was taking his ass back after the show I had put on in front of everybody.
On another note, I had been working out a way to break up Kevin and Zoe. I thought I had the perfect plan. I was going to make sure that bitch regretted the day that she ever became his girlfriend. I didn’t understand why both of these niggas insisted on playing with me. I was really trying my best not to hurt them, but they were forcing me to do that. If they really cared about those bitches that they were with, they would let them go. I had fully taken over, and now there was no trace of Samariah. I could still hear her voice slightly, but that bitch wasn’t coming back. I had made sure of that the moment I had her stop taking those pills.
She had tried to hide me since she first found out about me when we were twelve. They had found out who hurt Brent and the girl. After talking to the detectives, they had thought it would be best if I was committed to a psychiatric ward to be tested. They had told me that I had multiple personality disorder. Since my father’s paper was so long and he knew people in high places, I had got off scot-free. Her mom was so busy chasing after our dad that she hadn’t noticed that Samariah wasn’t taking her meds. Now that bitch was gone for good, and Sam was in control. Sam got what Sam wanted.
Sam’s Mom
I know everyone may think that I was a bad mother, but please, just hear me out. When I got pregnant with Samariah, I had just finished up my last semester of nursing school and her father had just passed the bar exam. Her father and I had been together since we were teenagers, and we were together for about seven years before I got pregnant with her. Everything was great between us. We were engaged to be married, and we had just purchased the house that Sam and I currently stayed in. Not only was her father a lawyer, but he was a big drug dealer as well. We had the perfect little family, but then it abruptly changed. He came to me one day and told me that he was leaving me for someone else and that he had a kid on the way by this other woman.
Months after he left us, I found out that he and the lady that he had left me for had had this huge wedding. I was so hurt; I even had to be committed to the psychiatric ward for a few days because I tried to kill myself. About a year after we broke up, he finally explained to me how he had met this lady. He had met her at the hospital that I worked at, and apparently, she was a nurse there as well. I also found out that our daughters were the same age. He had begun messing with this woman about a week after I had started working at the hospital.
When my baby turned five years old, I enrolled her in elementary school, and while I was at the school, I ran into her father and his new family. I had to stop my daughter from running after her dad. He always used to spend time with Samariah, so she knew who he
was, but after that day, he would send us money and gifts only for her birthday and special occasions. Eventually, our daughters became best friends, though they did not know that they were actually sisters. Her father and I still had sex on occasion, but he refused to leave his wife for me—even though I was the one who had him first. I was still in love with him, even though he had told me that he would never be with me and I should find someone else. As long as we met up for sex on occasion, I felt as though there was still some hope for us.
My biggest concern right now was getting our daughter help. She was acting real crazy, like she had when she was twelve. I caught her arguing with herself all the time, and she had become too much to handle.
“Peterson Law Office. How I may direct your call?” the receptionist said into the phone.
“Can I speak with Timothy Peterson please?” I said to her.
“Hold one second while I transfer your call,” she said.
“Timothy Peterson speaking. How may I help you today?” he said into the phone, and my panties got wet instantly.
“Hey, Tim. It’s Kendra. I’m calling because Samariah is sick again, and it’s a lot worse this time,” I said.
“Well, get her some help. then!” he shouted into the phone. “And what did I tell you about calling my office? My wife’s friend works here,” he told me.
“All you ever care about is that bitch that you call a wife and Monique’s spoiled ass. Did you know that your daughters were over here, fighting each other? How long do you plan on keeping us a secret?” I cried to him.
