“Promise?” Sasha asked, clutching her finding in her hand and now smelling the pussy smell so strongly, but it was all in her head. She couldn’t wait to get answers.
“Promise,” Aubrey mumbled.
Sasha closed the door and double stepped down the carpeted steps, moving quickly as if a fire was lit on her ass. She stormed straight to him and stood in front of the television, where Chauncey was sitting in his basketball shorts and wife-beater, playing a war game and sipping a Corona. Shit was sweet now that he had gotten some, she figured.
“Did you fuck her in my house?” Sasha based, holding up the gold Magnum condom wrapper. Tears rimmed her eyes and her body trembled in pain. She and Chauncey didn’t use condoms.
Chauncey stared blankly for a minute and then as if she had asked him the time, he looked around her and continued the game.
“Yeahhh…I got something for y’all mothafuckas,” he spoke to the game. “You in my way,” he then addressed her.
Sasha, feeling completely disrespected, reached down and picked up the entire PlayStation system, and without thinking twice, she hurled it against the room and it crashed loudly against the wall.
“Now maybe you didn’t hear me the first time,” she repeated sternly. “Did you fuck her…in my house… you dirty mothafucka!” Sasha had taken entirely too much of Chauncey’s shit. She was beyond hurt, she was furious at his audacity.
Chauncey remained calm as he picked up his beer and took a long swig. He squinted at her before a slight smirk appeared on his face. His response blew Sasha’s mind.
“Did you fuck him in my house?”
Sasha’s heart came to a halt. Her golden caramel face now turned a pinkish pale.
“W-wha…Who?”
Chauncey chuckled and then placed the beer down. He stood slowly and just stared at her, cocking his head to the side. This was the woman he loved, the only woman he ever loved. And he knew her better than she knew herself.
“You know,” he started with his finger pointed as he stepped from around the coffee table. “I wasn’t sure if you actually fucked him until this very moment. When Mrs. Pearl told me that nigga’s car was in the driveway while I was away, that you was kissing him and shit, blatantly in the doorway, of the mothafuckin’ house that I bought, I ain’t know if that shit was true. I said nah, not my princess. This old lady senile. Sasha play me for a little nigga? A little nigga that wanna be me at that? But look at you. You shaking, ma,” he taunted with a smile. “You scared? You scared, Sash? Oh shit ain’t fun now that it’s on you, right? You fuck that nigga Bleek in this house? Huh? Yeah I fucked Lizette, right on your side of the bed bitch. How it feel?”
Sasha stood stagnated and she felt the vomit coming up from her throat. She couldn’t stop it. She doubled over and threw up on the living room floor, right where she stood. This couldn’t be happening.
“I didn’t…” She whispered, still doubled over.
“What you say?” Chauncey held his hand to his ear dramatically.
“I said I didn’t fuck him!” She screamed, tears now streaming down her face.
“You a mothafuckin’ liar!” Chauncey yelled like a mad man, running up on her. “Lie to me again, mothafucka!”
“I didn’t!” She lied again, terrified. She was truly, truly scared. What had she done? What would Chauncey do?
“I should break your fucking face!” He screamed, the pain now hitting him. He didn’t want to believe it until he saw her reaction. Just the thought of Bleek fucking her sent Chauncey’s temper bubbling over as he smacked Sasha on the side of her head, causing her to stumble.
“What was in your fucking head?”
“Chauncey! I’m sorry!” Damn, her reflex scared her and made her apologize. “Oh my god, please!” She begged, seeing his veins bulge and his nostrils flare. “Aubrey’s upstairs… please!”
“Bitch, ain’t nobody gonna do nothing to ya trifling ass!” He barked. “Take off my fucking ring!”
Sasha cried hard, taking deep breaths and gasps in between her heavy sobs.
“P-p-please….ppplease…”
“Take it the fuck off Sasha!” He demanded, leaning down and now nose to nose with her. His fists were balled, and a smart woman would have just done what he asked, but Sasha was not a smart woman.
“I-I love you, Chauncey... You hurt me, too!” She cried hard, trying to pull her ring off but she was too weak. She had a pounding migraine and couldn’t see straight because she was crying so much. Her heart was breaking by the second. What was she thinking?
“You…you hurt me! You were never home!”
Chauncey slit his eyes at her and ran his tongue along the inside of his jaw.
“Never home? So that’s your excuse for whoring? Bitch I was out making money for your spoiled ass! You ungrateful…” He picked up a crystal vase and hurled it at her, losing his temper. It landed against the wall two inches from her face. “…Bitch!”
“Oh god!” Sasha was scared. Scared for her, scared for her baby. She prayed that Aubrey kept her promise and stayed in her room. Sasha knew she had to be terrified.
“Chauncey, please you’re scaring Aubrey,” she begged.
“No, I’m scaring you, hoe. Take off my fucking ring!” Sasha tried, but moved too slow for him. He reached over and yanked it off her finger.
“No!” Just then, Sasha’s cell phone vibrated. Chauncey stormed over to it, wishing this nigga had the balls.
“Chauncey, I swear it’s the nurse from the hospital!” She pleaded. “I don’t talk to Bleek! I swear, I told him to leave me alone!”
Chauncey snatched the phone out of her Marc Jacobs bag. He stared down at the number and then laughed like a madman. He answered.
“Nigga bring yo’ bitch ass over here and come get this bitch,” Chauncey barked.
Sasha shut her eyes in devastation. It has to be some sick joke, the likelihood that Bleek had chosen this time to place his weekly, ‘we should still be friends’ call.
“Bet,” Bleek answered coolly.
Chauncey threw the phone down and charged at Sasha.
“So you don’t talk to that nigga, huh? You fucking dirty slut!”
“I swear, I don’t!”
“Tell me what you did,” he demanded.
Was he serious? Sasha looked at him like he was crazy.
“Nothing!”
“Stop fucking lying!” He screamed in her face.
“What do you mean!”
“Did you fuck him!” He yelled again. “Nah, don’t answer that, I know you did. Did you use a condom?”
Sasha ran her hand over her face and it filled with tears and snot.
“Mmm,” she mumbled.
“Did you!”
“Yes!” She screamed back in his face.
“He ate your pussy?”
Sasha sobbed hard, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. This was the worst. She just wanted this over with but Chauncey had her cornered and captive.
“Chauncey…please…”
“Did he eat your pussy?” He asked again. Sasha looked at him and shook her head from side to side. What type of sick shit was he on?
“Yes.” She didn’t know why, but she didn’t feel like lying anymore. Chauncey had cheated, what made her so different? Now he was feeling how she felt when she walked in on him and Neli in that hotel room.
“You liked it?”
“I don’t know…,” she whispered.
“You fucking know!”
“Yes.”
Chauncey chuckled and stared at her, seeing her calm a bit. It pissed him off.
“You sucked his dick?”
“Why Chauncey, why?” She knew this would send him over the edge, but she knew he’d know if she lied. Plus Sasha loved giving head before, during, and after sex. Especially in the 69 position. He knew that.
“Did you!”
“Yes!”
Chauncey stole her, sending a blow to her cheek.
“Why?” He deman
ded, infuriated. He was even angrier than he was at Neli when he beat the shit out of her. The only difference with Sasha was that he actually loved her. “I gave you every fucking thing! Yeah, I did my dirt… but that’s the street life. You get money, you dodge police, you fuck bitches, but I always held my home down. I fucking kissed the ground you walked on bitch! So why? Answer me!”
“He listened, Chauncey! He was there,” she admitted truthfully.
“So you fuck him? You suck his dick ‘cause he listened? You let him eat ya pussy ‘cause he was there? So a nigga over here buying houses, cars, wardrobes, and this nigga fucks my pussy ‘cause he was there. What a fucking come up!” Chauncey laughed in the air like it was Def Comedy Jam. “You’se a dirty bitch.”
“You fucked Neli! She was my best friend!”
“That bitch was never your best friend and get the fuck over it! That ain’t ya fucking joker card, baby. It don’t work like that.”
Sasha started crying again, not believing that after all of this, she still wouldn’t end up with the man she loved more than life itself. And this time it was her fault.
“You fucked Tatum!”
“What?” Chauncey looked at her like she was insane.
“You fucked Tatum, you heard me! I found out!”
“What, when I was like two? Fuck outta here, Sash!”
“Fuck you, Chauncey!” Sasha was fed up. She loved him but he would not put this all on her. She had made a mistake but he had made several. And she wouldn’t be too many more dirty whores and bitches without him taking credit for his shit. She stood up.
“Yes, I fucked Bleek! And no, it may not be a street code, but guess what, I have needs! And you hurt me! You cheated and after you cheated, you neglected me, letting me know, you didn’t even care how I felt! I fucked up once! You fucked up so many times. And then you come here and fuck her in my bed, smelling like her pussy, I’d say we’re even! I should’ve kissed you with dick on my face after you fucked Neli!”
Chauncey charged at her like a tiger on its prey and Sasha took flight, heading for the stairs, scared as hell seeing the fury in his eyes. She tripped and he grabbed her ankle, sliding her down five steps with force, giving her rug burns on her legs.
“Ah! Get off of me! Stop!”
He smacked her in her head and Sasha screamed out.
“Don’t put your fucking hands on me, Chauncey!”
She kneed him hard in the nuts and stood abruptly, running swiftly up the stairs and locking herself in the bathroom once she reached the top. Her heart was beating through her chest.
Chauncey began banging on the door with force.
“Open the fucking door!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Open the mothafuckin’ door Sasha before I break this bitch down!”
“Daddy! Stop it!” Aubrey came out of her room, tears streaming down her face.
“Aubrey get in your room, now!” He yelled. She cried harder and retreated back in her room, her heart broken from her Daddy yelling at her like that.
Sasha hated to hear that, she prayed Chauncey calmed down. Just then the doorbell rang and her heart stopped. This could only get worse.
She heard Chauncey’s heavy steps leaving away from the door and a few seconds later she heard screaming.
“Oh so you just gonna walk in my mothafuckin’ house nigga! You fucked my bitch!”
“Fuck you, nigga!”
Then she heard rumbling, shit breaking, shit banging, they were fighting.
She came out and ran straight to Aubrey’s room. Her heart hit the floor when she opened the door and the room was empty.
“Aubrey!” Sasha didn’t care about those niggas fighting anymore, she just wanted to find her baby. She ran down the steps frantically but didn’t spot her, just Chauncey and Bleek tussling.
“Where’s Aubrey!”
In that second, Bleek looked up at her. That gave Chauncey enough time to do what he had to.
“She’s hiding in her closet,” Chauncey spoke calmly, knowing he had put her there before he went downstairs. When they looked back to Chauncey, he now held a Chrome 9 millimeter pointed straight at Bleek’s dome.
“So was it worth it little nigga?” He taunted.
Bleek swallowed hard, looked to Sasha and studied the bruises on her face, her crying, and her seeming so distraught. He felt like shit, that’s why he had kept the secret. For her. Bleek looked back to Chauncey and held his chin up, seeming to show no fear. They were so much alike, they even looked alike at that moment.
“Answer me, nigga,” Chauncey demanded, cocking his gun back. “You quiet now? Was you quiet when you was fucking my pussy? I bet you wasn’t. Bet you was crying out like a bitch! You fucked my girl nigga! Is you crazy?”
Bleek’s jaw flinched and he felt like fuck it. He looked at Sasha.
“I’m sorry, ma.”
Sasha pleaded with her eyes.
“No, Bleek. Please.” Her beg was exasperated. This would just be the cherry on top of the fucking icing. Bleek looked to Chauncey and smirked.
“I fucked your bitch? …Nah, C. Let me put you up on something my man... You fucked my bitch.”
Chauncey narrowed his eyes in contemplation and after a few seconds, busted out laughing. Looking from Sasha and then back to the country boy, he shook his head in disbelief.
“Damn nigga! You that pussy whipped? That’s your bitch now, huh? So this the kinda clown niggas you rolling wit, ma?”
Bleek chuckled, staring down the barrel of the gun and figuring he had nothing to lose. He knew a nigga like Chauncey, he knew he was dead anyway. So he let it go.
“Nah, nigga that’s been my bitch! Back in high school, tell ‘em Sasha. I popped that cherry. Every time she came to Atlanta we would kick it. Then she met your grimy ass and she was head-sprung off your New York bullshit.”
“Bleek, please!” Sasha urged, feeling the tremble in her body start from her toes moving through her legs.
“Nah, let him fucking finish!” Chauncey spat angrily, his eyes glaring at her. “So you knew this nigga huh? Of course…” he thought, putting it together. “You was always coming down here, hooking up with Jayde. So you used to see this nigga when we was together?”
“And she used to cry on my fucking shoulder about all the bullshit you put her through too,” Bleek added salt to the wound with a smirk. “She knew you was cheating. She just didn’t know it was with her own fucking home girl. I told her she could do better. I told her I was the one.”
“Oh so you was beasting on me for fucking Neli while you was in Atlanta. But you was in Atlanta fucking this nigga!” Chauncey laughed like it was comical.
“We were just friends!” Sasha yelled just knowing that she was in her nightmare. “Bleek, you know we were only friends!”
Why did Bleek have to put this out after all of these years?
“Fuck that!” Chauncey screamed, feeling like his heart was ripped out of his chest and stabbed repeatedly. “Bitch, I was gonna make you my wife! You’re the mother of my fucking child!”
“Actually,” Bleek started with a smile and the breath left Sasha’s body. Chauncey shot him dead in his skull, a bullet going straight through his forehead and killing him instantly. Sasha screamed like a maniac.
“Oh my god! Chauncey! What did you doooo!” She dropped down next to Bleek’s limp body. He had kept her secret all these years. That’s how much he always loved her. And now, he was dead because of her.
Chauncey couldn’t even bear what Bleek was about to say. Just the thought had him about to lose his mind.
“Is that his fucking baby, Sasha!” He waved the now smoking gun at her. “Answer me!”
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