by Nicety
“So, I raped you huh?” Adrial growled as he stormed through my dorm door moments later. “That’s what you’re going around telling people, right?”
“Adrial, what in the hell are you doing here?” It felt as though my heart had jumped up out of my seat before my ass did. “How the fuck did you get past the doorman downstairs?”
“That motherfucka’s gotta take a break some time. Don’t he?”
Adrial looked like death. His clothes were dingy like he hadn’t washed them in days. His hair was unkempt and his stubble had grown beyond control. It was clear that he hadn’t taken care of himself since his life went to shit a few weeks back and he was standing in my dorm looking like a mad man. Honestly, I didn’t know what to do or say. His heavy breathing was beginning to scare me like he was planning to charge me or something.
“What do you want Adrial?”
“I want what I’m deserved. I want you to tell the fucking truth so I can have my fucking life back.”
“And, why should I give a fuck about your life, huh? You didn’t give a fuck about mine. All I was ever good for was sucking your dick and swallowing your funky tasting cum.” I crossed my arms. “Naw, I’ve got a new man now with some cum that tastes sweeter than honey. And, he just left so, so you’d better go before he comes back.”
“Let him come. I need to warn his stupid ass that dating you is a death threat to his life,” Adrial snapped.
“I didn’t fuck up your life, Adrial. You did. I’m not the cheater here. You are. And you can tell my man whatever it is you want to ‘cause he’s not married unlike you. He’s single, very single with a great career and has love for only me.” I could tell that my words were falling on deaf ears.
Adrial wasn’t trying to hear what I had to say. His eyes were filled with looks of revenge and hatred. I tried to move towards the end of the bed that my shoebox was closer to but every time I moved an inch he moved two. Fear was something that I refused to show him even though I was feeling it ten times over. Out of his pocket he pulled a pair of handcuffs, twirling them around dangling and taunting me with them.
“Guess what I’m going to do with these?”
“Adrial, I don’t have time for this shit. I think you should go before someone gets hurt.” My palms were sweating profusely. “Get the fuck outta my dorm.”
“Naw, I’m not leaving until you give me my fucking life back. One way or the other, I’m going to get something out of this shit.” His breathing became more erratic. “I’ve lost my job, my home, my wife and look at you. Off starting new relationships and living happily ever after.”
“Adrial, I’m only going to warn you one last time. If you fucking touch me, I will scream.”
“Oh what? Like you did in the classroom that day you fucking lied about me raping you, Violet. You ruined my life.” His teeth were snarling as he moved closer to me grabbing my arms to shake me.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Now you will know what it feels like to have your life ripped to shreds,” he yelled so loudly in my face that spit splattered all over it. “Rape? You don't even know what that is yet. Get the fuck on the bed.”
He shoved me hard as fuck onto the bed. I scooted back to the headboard away from him. Adrial hovered over me with a devilish look in his eye trying to intimidate me into submission. If I said I wasn’t scared of what he was going to do next, I would’ve been lying. Like a coward, I balled up into a ball and covered my face awaiting a beating of a lifetime. He was mad and the only way he knew how to get revenge on me was to beat the living daylights out of me.
“What you scared for? Naw, don’t be scared now.” Adrial marched over slapping fire from my forehead knocking me on the floor. “You wanted me so now I’m about to give you all of me.
I fell onto the floor sending the table lamp off crashing with me in the process. Backing up against the nightstand, I knew exactly what he was about to try to do to me. He pulled my legs down then climbed on top. Adrial’s breath mingled with mine as he pressed his nose to my face chanting about how much I was going to remember him for the rest of my life. He forced my legs apart with his legs as he worked fanatically to undo his pants. Tears burst from my eyes. I never thought I would lose my virginity this way, by force instead of by choice.
“You gon’ take this dick like a champ bitch. Now run tell that,” he growled in my ear pressing his weight heavily against mine.
My hand reached underneath the bed searching aimlessly for the shoebox. I felt the side of the box but couldn’t stretch far enough to get inside of it. Panic set in as I struggled to scoot closer to the box to reach its contents. I whined incessantly feeling Adrial press his dick hard to my opening.
My thighs tightened trying to keep him out, stalling as much as possible but he was so strong that I could barely hold him. I struggled hoping to reach the inside of the box before he broke me, shattering all of what was left of my innocence. I screamed out in agony loudly into his ear and with that scream my heart, soul, and body seemed to be ripped to pieces forever.
Angel
“What the fuck happened, Angel?” Vega rushed up to me as I stood in the lobby of Jackson Park Hospital.
I was shitting bricks on the inside but on the outside I was cooler than a fan. My nerves remained on edge but that was good to show given the situation. I needed a fucking cigarette so badly. Lowering my head, I walked back towards the sliding emergency room doors with Vega following close behind.
“Well, say something. What the hell is going on?” He asked again.
We stepped outside as I pulled a pack of Newport 100’s from my purse. I packed the bottom of the pack a few times against my hand before ripping the plastic off the pack and sliding one long stick to the tip of my lips.
Vega’s eyes hunted mine for an answer as I fired up the cigarette taking a long much-needed drag from the filter. I stared back at him knowing that it was an issue that would never go away no matter how much I truly wanted it to. I looked him deeply in his big brown eyes and prepared to tell him exactly what he needed to hear.
“So you’re smoking again?” he asked shaking his head at me. “So that’s why it’s been difficult for you to get pregnant?”
“Look, I need this right now and in a few minutes, you’re going to need one too.” I took another pull of the Newport.
“I can’t believe this. We’ve been trying for so long to make a baby and you’re sabotaging it by smoking. What a great mother you’re going to make," he rambled on. "Then we haven't said so much as one word to each other in weeks and you call me this morning talking about a fucking emergency. What's the fucking emergency, Angel, huh? Cause I'm damn tired of your petty games."
“Vega, I have to tell you something and I don’t know how you’re going to take this but…”
“What? Just spit it out for Christ’s sake.” He had quickly become agitated and impatient.
“Vega, Jay’s been shot honey. He was shot when he left out for work this morning. He only made it to the corner of his block before he collapsed on the ground.” Tears erupted from my eyes and I fell into his arms for immediate comfort. “Your parents called me hysterically saying that his baby’s momma called them and told them. They are flying back from their vacation in New York as we speak. Everyone tried to call you all morning but you didn’t answer the phone. Where the hell were you?”
“I slept at the…my office at hospital,” he replied solemnly and spoke mildly, his eyes glossed over. “That’s not his real baby’s momma. She’s just a girl who held him down while he was locked up. Is…is he okay?”
“Vega, Jay is dead.” I looked up making eye contact so that he knew I wasn’t joking.
Vega broke down in tears covering his eyes as he squatted in front of me. Being the man that he was, he quickly sucked it up and stood wiping his face to man-up about the situation. It was natural for him to be overly strong especially in the presence of a female.
Any sign of too much weakness in hi
s eyes was like showing that you weren’t man enough to take care of a woman. He viewed it as being too soft to call yourself a man. But his face read of heartbreak and sorrow. He was completely torn on the inside from the news of his brother’s death.
“I can’t believe this shit. I should have tried harder to develop a better relationship with him. I should’ve spent more time with him. I should’ve called him more, told him I loved him, told him I forgave him—“
“It’s okay baby. You don’t have to beat yourself up about this. Things happen and sometimes there’s nothing you can do about it. You just have to move on knowing that you did everything you possibly could to show him that you cared and feel comfort in knowing that he knew how much you loved him.” I caressed his head as he laid it on my shoulder wrapping his arms around my waist firmly.
“Ugh, I don’t know what the hell to think or feel right now.” Vega continued to wipe away his gradually falling tears. “Fuck.”
“Let’s go home. I’ll take care of everything,” I said leading him to his car before heading to mine.
We followed each other home. At the house, I got on the phone with his parents to help make the funeral arrangements. Vega was in such a total state of shock that he just got in the bed and stared out the window unable to move or talk to anyone. He just needed time to take it all in. I took his cell phone out the room to make sure that he was not disturbed after sitting a nice cold Corona beer next to the bed, just in case he needed a slight pick me up.
In the living room, I sat the phone down and picked up a cigarette lighting it simultaneously as I took a pull. Vega’s phone seemed to be calling my name. Never before had I gone through his phone for any reason at all. But he had obviously been hiding something these past few weeks. He had been acting different and being distant, not all up in my ass like he usually was. I didn’t really give a damn, but it was annoying that he was acting weird. Slept at the hospital, my ass.
Unable to withstand the shit any longer, I searched through his phone checking the recent call list. It was full of calls to and from some chick named Violet. Who the fuck was this bitch and what was he doing with her? He had to be sleeping with the little bitch. I bet that’s who he was with last night. I went on to check his text messages but there was nothing there between the two of them. He had erased them I'm sure.
I chuckled to myself realizing this motherfucka was doing the exact same thing to me that I was doing to him. We weren’t that different from each other when it came to us being unhappy. But now that I knew, I was feeling some kind of way about it. He was my husband after all. Besides, the man who I thought truly loved me was gone now. How could I let another bitch take what was rightfully mine? Naw, it wasn’t going down like that.
Sunday, July 8 th, 2012
Angel
I wore a black Maggy London Crepe Sheath dress coupled with some black Louboutin pointy toe pumps. Vega wore a black three-piece Dolce and Gabbana suit and tie and black Bruno Magli Oxford shoes. Every label from Nordstrom was in attendance at Jay’s funeral. Jay adorned the exact same suit as Vega and his father. It was the way they wanted it.
We sat in the front pew next to his parents with a plethora of cousins, uncles, and aunts sitting in the many rows behind us. The church was packed despite how much they tried to alienate Jay from the family for his run-ins with the law.
At the burial, everyone was so silent you could hear nothing but the wind blowing past our faces. No one wailed. No one sobbed. There was just a cold eerie silence. All eyes watched as they lowered Jay’s casket down into the ground. Family and friends walked by one by one throwing red roses down into the grave as they walked away with their heads hung low.
The pastor continued to speak as they walked off headed back to their standing positions. When everyone was done, we formed a circle around the gravesite and the pastor announced he had one last thing to add to his sermon for the day.
The pastor spoke about forgiveness and moving forward with a clear heart and mind. I sat there with my arm wrapped around Vega’s rubbing his hand to comfort him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of his brother’s cherry oak casket and I couldn’t stop focusing on the pastor’s words. Forgiveness. I knew one day God would have to forgive me for shooting Jay in the heart in cold blood.
I sat in my car that morning on the next block down, watching his porch and waiting for him to leave for work for the morning. Honestly, all I wanted to do that day was talk. But he kept shooing me away like I was a mangy peasant on the street begging for change. He kept treating me like I was worthless and like what we shared was meaningless. When he told me to take my crazy ass home to my husband and get over it, I simply snapped.
So yeah, I reached behind my back pointed the gun and pulled the trigger quick as ever firing one shot into his chest before hauling ass out of there. He had to learn that he couldn’t just throw me away like a piece of trash. Not to mention, what he was doing to the pregnant woman who kissed him goodbye at the door before he headed off to work. She had no clue how he was playing the both of us and how much it would’ve hurt her to know how long he had been fucking me.
I guess when I thought about it, I did the world a favor by getting rid of yet another womanizer. I buried the gun in a vacant lot around the corner from his place, stomping it deep in the grass. I bought it from one of the hypes in the hood that morning that probably stole it from one of the drug dealers around there.
Initially, in my mind I told myself the gun was only for protection for my many trips to the hood. But in the darkest area of my thoughts, I just couldn't accept his rejection any longer. No one ever rejected me. Ever. Anyway, that gun probably had so many bodies on it that if the cops did find it they wouldn’t know who to link the damn murder to.
In time, Vega would have to forgive the person who killed his brother. He lived in a crime-infested neighborhood that he could have easily saved his brother from but he didn’t. He chose to let him find his own way, which ultimately lead to his demise. Forgiveness. Jay would have to forgive me for taking his life. Vega would have to forgive me for the adultery I committed in our marriage and I would have to do the same for him.
However most importantly, I would have to forgive myself for all the wrong I’ve done. I still had my husband, financial stability, and a second chance to set things straight in my life. And, nothing was going to destroy that especially not some little bitch named Violet. He was my husband and this was my life. I always got what I wanted and Vega...belonged to me.
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