Wifey 4 Life

by Kiki Swinson

  “Kasey must be y’all sister, because she looks just like y’all,” I commented, hoping he’d confirm or deny my suspicions.

  “Nah, she ain’t our sister. She’s our cousin.”

  “How old is she?”

  “She either just turned twenty-seven, or she’s gon’ be twenty-seven soon, because Dré is three years older than her.”

  “Does she have any kids?”

  “Nah. She ain’t got no kids.”

  “What about you?”

  “Yeah, I got two children.”

  “Boys or girls?”

  “I got a little man and I got a little girl.”

  “Does your son look like you?”

  “He sure does.”

  “What about your daughter? I bet she’s really pretty.”

  Breon smiled. The thought of his little girl made his eyes sparkle. “Yeah, she’s a cutie, but she’s bad as hell. You know how terrible twos can be.”

  “I don’t have any kids, but I’ve seen enough two-year-olds to know what you’re talking about,” I said. “So what’s their names?”

  I continued to make small talk with this guy because I wanted him to warm up to me, so we could form some kind of bond. No one else in the entire house gave a fuck about me. But for some reason this guy seemed like he had a heart. Whether he knew it or not, he was going to be my ticket out of there.

  Before he could tell me what his daughter’s name was, we were both startled when someone knocked on the front door. He looked at me like he’d seen a fucking ghost. I looked back at him and said nothing. I thought he was going to get up and see who it was, but he didn’t move.

  The knocking didn’t stop, so he pressed the mute button on the remote, got up, and tiptoed down the hallway. Before he left the room, he instructed me not to say a word. One part of me wanted to tell him to kiss my ass, but the other part of me wanted to honor his wish. He was being nice to me, and I didn’t want to ruin the progress we’d made so far.

  The person at the front door continued to knock, but Breon refused to answer the door. Several seconds later, he tiptoed back into the room. He looked at me in a very weird way and then he took a seat.

  Curiosity was burning inside me. “Who’s knocking at the door?” I asked.

  “It’s Dré’s baby’s mama.”

  “Why didn’t you tell her he was gone?”

  “Because she looked like she already had an attitude, so I knew she wouldn’t believe me.”

  When the knocking stopped, he said, “Good. She’s gone.”

  Hearing him say she was gone almost gave me a nervous breakdown. If I had gotten up the courage to yell, she probably would’ve thought Dré was in here and tried to break down the door to see what was going on. Now my chances of using her were gone.

  Breon turned the volume back up on the television and continued to watch.

  I sat there with an expression of disgust on my face. I was devastated, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. With nothing else to do, I tuned back in to The First 48.

  After five minutes or so of watching TV, we were startled again by loud knocking. This time it came from the back window. When I heard it, I knew without a doubt that it was that same chick. She had walked to the back of the house and started banging on the window of the room where we sat.

  She yelled, “Dré, I know you’re in there, you no good motherfucker! Let me in before I break this damn window!”

  Breon stood and looked at me. He placed his finger up to his mouth to tell me not to say a word.

  “I see somebody in there! Dré, I know it’s your ass! Open up the door and let me in there!”

  “Help! They got me tied up in here!” I screamed. “Help me! Heeeeeellll—,” I tried to say once more, but was silenced by a hard blow to the back of my head, and then everything around me went dark.

  Turning Back the Clock

  My head continued to ache. The pain was so excruciating, I almost started crying. I needed something to make the pain go away, but I knew Breon wasn’t about give me any headache medicine. I just had to sit there and endure it.

  After about an hour and a half, I heard voices coming through the front door. Breon jumped to his feet and greeted the people in the hallway. My heart started pounding all over again. I couldn’t tell what was hurting more between my head and my heart, because both of them were getting to me.

  “Where is L.L.?” I heard Breon ask.

  “He had to make another run, but he’ll be back soon,” Dré said.

  I heard Breon let out a loud sigh. I knew he was about to bring them up to speed about what had happened while they were gone. I really didn’t want him to tell them what I did, but I knew it was bound to happen. I was just glad my uncle wasn’t here to hear it. I knew he’d be very angry and would try to hurt me really badly.

  “I had to knock that bitch out in there,” I heard him say.

  “Why? What she do?” Dré asked.

  “Yeah, what she do?” Kasey chimed in.

  “Trice came over here and started knocking on the front door real loud, but I didn’t answer it. So she went to the back of the house and started banging on the window in the room where we got homegirl. I ain’t gon’ lie, the shit scared the hell out of me, because I thought she was gone. But when she started banging on the window in the back, she started yelling through the glass saying, “I see somebody in there! Dré, I know it’s your ass! Open up the door and let me in there before I bust this fucking window open.’ And before I could do anything, that bitch in there started yelling like a madwoman, saying, ‘Help! They got me tied up in here. Help!’ ”

  “You bullshitting me!” Dré said.

  “Nah, I ain’t. So right when she was about to scream again, I punched her right in the back of her fucking head and knocked her ass out.”

  “That bitch is crazy!” I heard Kasey blurt out. “I knew L.L. should’ve let me stay here, because none of that shit would’ve happened.”

  “Did Trice hear her?” Dré asked.

  “Yeah, she heard her. But right after I knocked her out, I dragged her ass out of the room and hid her in the hall closet, and then I let Trice in.”

  “What she say?” Dré asked.

  “She was like, ‘Who was that bitch I heard screaming? I know y’all got some ho up in here.’ ”

  “And whatcha tell her?”

  “I told her that was the TV she heard, and that you and Kasey went uptown to meet somebody.”

  “Did she believe you?” Dré asked.

  “She didn’t have a choice.”

  “I’m surprised she didn’t try to look in closets and shit,” Dré said, and then I heard him chuckle.

  “She did. She ran right upstairs and looked in all the bedrooms and the closets. I guess she thought that if you had a bitch hiding in here she would’ve been upstairs, because she didn’t look in any of the closets down here. After she came back downstairs, she walked right out the front door. I just stood there and watched her leave.”

  Now I heard footsteps coming my way. I knew that in a couple minutes all three of them would be staring in my face and making little comments about my actions. I really didn’t care at this point, because if they were in my shoes, they would have done the exact same thing, if not more.

  When all three of them made it into the room where I was, they cut their conversation short. All eyes were on me.

  Kasey walked right up to me and said, “I heard you were showing off, Ms. Bad Ass! I know one thing, if I was here, I would’ve done more than knock your ass out. I would’ve tortured your silly ass.”

  Dré didn’t say one word. He just looked at me and shook his head like he was disappointed in me, or like what I did was a shame. But that shit went right over my head. I really wasn’t concerned about any of these frauds. My main focus was my uncle; he held the key to my life. Whatever they had to say to me didn’t hold any merit. It went through one ear and out the next.

  “When did you tape her mouth
back up?” Dré asked Breon after they both took a seat on the sofa.

  “Right after I knocked her stupid ass out. I wasn’t about to let her wake up and start asking me a whole lot of fucking questions again. Or start apologizing about what she did. I wasn’t in the mood to hear her mouth anymore.”

  Dré laughed. “Boy, I would’ve paid anything to see when you punched her in the back of her head. I bet that shit was funny as hell!”

  “It wasn’t funny at the time. I was madder than a motherfucker!” Dré chuckled again. “I bet you was!” He looked over at me and smiled.

  Personally I didn’t see a motherfucking thing to smile about. I was tied up and bound to a fucking chair. And on top of that, my fucking head was in severe pain. So what the fuck was his problem? Then we had Ms. Ride-or-Die chick standing alongside these two idiots, like she was fucking G.I. Jane or somebody. With all the anger and hostility I’d had buried inside me, I’d fuck her up on a good day.

  I sat there and watched all three of these clowns while they entertained each other. I noticed Kasey didn’t have any class whatsoever. She went into the kitchen refrigerator and got a forty-ounce bottle of beer. When she walked back into the room, she had the bottle tilted up to her mouth. She was literally drinking from the bottle. That was some shit you saw cats in the streets do.

  After she took a couple sips of the beer, she passed the bottle to Dré, and then Dré passed it to Breon. Once the bottle was empty, Kasey started playing with it. She placed both hands around the neck of the bottle and had the bottom of it pressed against her pelvic area, like she was holding a penis of some kind.

  Dré and Breon thought it was hilarious. Especially when the dumb bitch walked over to me, grabbed me by the back of my head, and pulled my head forward, while she used her other hand to hold on to the bottle. She acted like she had a dick and I was about to suck it. I was furious with this dumb chick.

  Breon and Dré laughed so hard, they started choking. It seemed like the more Kasey played her sick game, the harder they laughed.

  “Take off the tape and make her suck on it for real,” Dré suggested.

  “Nah, don’t take the tape off,” Breon said. “The bitch might scream again.”

  Kasey said, “I wish she would scream. I’ll punch her right in her fucking mouth.”

  Dré stood. “Untie her legs and take her out the chair.”

  Kasey turned around toward Dré. “Whatcha gon’ do?”

  Dré walked toward me and grabbed my legs. “Help me untie her,” he instructed Kasey.

  Kasey got down on her knees, while I watched Dré untie my legs. I had no idea what they were about to do with me, but believe me, I was anxious to find out.

  I sat there and went along with their fucking games. Dré instructed Kasey to help him put me down on the floor and flip me over on my stomach. They had caught me completely off guard. While they were trying to turn me over on my stomach, I started wiggling and kicking my legs frantically.

  “Hold her legs,” Dré told Kasey.

  “The stupid bitch keeps moving.”

  “Yo, Breon, come hold her head down while me and Kasey hold her legs.”

  “What y’all ’bout to do?” he asked as he stood from the sofa. He hesitated for a second, and then he moved toward us in slow motion. I could tell he didn’t want to be a part of what Dré and Kasey had going on. His facial expression told it all.

  “Come on, nigga, grab her head and hold it down,” Dré told him. Breon kneeled on the floor, turned my head in the opposite direction to face the wall, and then he pressed both of his hands down on my head. The weight of his arms and hands was enough pressure to cave my head in. I already had a headache from when he’d punched me in the back of my head, so now I was experiencing such excruciating pain, I thought I might black out again.

  While Breon held my head, Dré held my legs.

  The next thing I know, Kasey had ripped off my pantyhose and panties, and she jammed the top of the beer into my vagina. I screamed and cried out as loud as I could, but no one could hear me because my mouth was still duct-taped. Tears poured from my eyes like a river.

  She pulled the bottle out and rammed it back inside me again. She did it over and over again until I lost count of how many times I was violated. I couldn’t see anyone’s facial expressions, but I heard Breon telling them that they needed to stop.

  Kasey chuckled. “Nigga, stop being a pussy!”

  “You know I ain’t no pussy! But I do know I ain’t trying to be a part of this shit!”

  Dré laughed. “Come on, nigga, calm your ass down! This shit ain’t funny to you?”

  “Hell, nah, this shit ain’t funny!” Breon released my head.

  I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew he stood because he grunted as he scrambled to get on his feet. I couldn’t lift my head for all the money in the world. I was sore, and my head was pounding. All I wanted was for someone to rescue me from all this madness. I hadn’t done anything to deserve this type of abuse. I didn’t even know these people, so why were they taking me through all this unnecessary torture?

  Right after Breon released my head and got up, Kasey ceased all her activity. She pulled the bottle from my vagina and sat it on top of the coffee table next to the sofa. After she stood, Dré released my legs and also stood.

  I lay there and cried. The way Kasey had forced that bottle inside me led me to believe that blood was everywhere. I thought they were going to pick me up and place me back in the chair, but they left me lying there on the floor. Even though my hands were still tied behind my back, my legs were untied. If I had just one ounce of will power, I could have jumped to my feet and hauled ass out of there. I would have run headfirst into the first window I saw—Fuck going out the front door! But I had no energy to move even an inch.

  I don’t know how much time passed, but it felt like I was lying on the floor forever. At first I thought they were going to leave me down there until my uncle got back, but then Breon stood, grabbed me by my arms, and instructed me to put my weight on him. I knew then that he was going to put me back into the chair.

  “Dré, go upstairs and get her a wet washcloth,” Breon told him.

  “Ain’t no clean washcloths upstairs,” Dré said.

  “Come on, there’s gotta be something we can wipe her off with.”

  “Breon, you act like we fucking live here,” Kasey said. “Who has clean washcloths in a fucking stash house?”

  “Dré, what did you wash with after you fucked Brenda the other night?”

  Dré laughed. “I used toilet paper.”

  “What did Brenda use?”

  “She used toilet paper too. And then she carried her ass home.” Breon shook his head. “Man, we can’t leave her looking like this. L.L. ain’t gon’ be happy when he come back here and find her like this.”

  “You think he gon’ say something about a bitch who probably had his daughter killed?” Kasey asked. “L.L. don’t give a fuck about her! Because if he did, he wouldn’t have choked her ass out like he did earlier.”

  “Look, I don’t care what y’all say. We need to find something to get this shit up with. I’m not gonna be walking ’round here with blood all on the motherfucking floor, like that shit looks good. I mean, come on. If the police happened to run up in here because they thought we had some dope up in here and saw her like this, all our asses is going to jail. And I ain’t trying to go to jail behind this dumb-ass shit Kasey did.”

  “I ain’t the only one who had a part in it!” she snapped. “It was Dré’s idea.”

  “So what! You shoved the bottle in her pussy, not me.”

  I sat there and watched all three of these losers go back and forth about who did what, knowing they all had a hand in sexually assaulting me. I was the fucking victim, not them, so they all needed to shut the fuck up.

  Finally Breon came up with the idea of how he was going to clean up the mess they’d made. He instructed Kasey to run to the corner store to get a bar
of soap, a cotton cloth of some kind, bleach, Brillo Pads, and carpet cleaner. After she left, he picked up my panties and pantyhose and threw them in the trash.

  I sat there in the chair with teary, red eyes. When he looked at me, I knew he could see all the hurt I was feeling. I could tell by his expression that what he and the rest of his crew had done to me was fucking with his conscience. He didn’t apologize to me, but he looked like he was sorry.

  Since it was Dré’s idea to assault me, Breon instructed him to clean the blood off the floor when Kasey came back with the supplies. Dré used the carpet cleaner and the bleach to scrub my blood out of the carpet. He also instructed Kasey to lather the dish towel with the soap she’d bought from the store. The towel was thick enough to use as an oven mitten, but in this case she used it to clean my vagina.

  I didn’t want this bitch to touch me, but if I wanted to be clean, she was the one to do it. I watched her as she wiped off my thigh area, and the blood from the area around my vagina. I felt really awkward because of how she looked at me. The way she moved the cloth back and forth around my thighs and my vagina, it was like she enjoyed looking at me.

  I felt like I was being violated all over again.

  When she finally finished wiping me down, she disposed of the cloth in the trash. I was left sitting on the chair feeling totally degraded. I never knew how it felt to be raped, but now I did.

  Turning Up the Heat

  “What’s the holdup?” Breon asked.

  “He said he was waiting for the nigga to come pick up the shit he had for ’em.”

  “Come on now, dog! It don’t take that long to get rid of a couple of flat-screen TVs.”

  “He told me the nigga Ray Ray was short on the cash, so he made him go back to the crib and get the rest of his dough.”

  “That’s some bullshit! He knew I had shit to do!”

  “Well, go handle your business.”

  “I ain’t leaving until I get my money from his ass.”

  “Well, then chill out,” Dré said, a smirk on his face.

  Breon threw his hands in the air. “Man, whatever! I don’t even give a fuck.” He walked out of the room.