Return to Flint

by Treasure Hernandez

  Tiana was sitting on his bed when Drake walked in wearing nothing but a towel. Tiana had no idea he looked this good under the clothes he wore. His skin was a perfect chocolate brown complexion and looked silky smooth. He had a broad, defined back, muscular arms, and a perfect six pack. Tiana was mesmerized by the little droplets of water sliding down his chest, and she was surprised to see perfect little curls all over it. Up until that moment, Tiana had never realized she found chest hair on a man attractive. Up until that moment, Tiana hadn’t realized she found men attractive, period! Not to say that she was into girls, but Tiana had never really taken notice of guys like that.

  “Tee! I didn’t think you’d be here so early,” Drake said nonchalantly as he walked over to his dresser to grab some boxers. He didn’t seem fazed at all that he was standing in front of her with practically no clothes on.

  “Yeah, my bad. I had nothing else to do so I figured I’d come over and we could hang out until it was time to leave. I’ll wait for you in the living room while you get yourself ready, though,” Tiana said as she started heading toward the door.

  “You don’t have to leave. It’s cool. I just need to get dressed, and we can go. Maybe we could get some ice cream on the way over.” He slid his boxers on and let the towel fall to the floor.

  Tiana took a seat back on the bed and felt very awkward watching him. She looked on as he put the rest of his clothes on. Once dressed, he lotioned up and sprayed himself with Fahrenheit cologne. Tiana never noticed how well that cologne mixed with his natural scent. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As she took it all in, all of a sudden, she felt a tingling between her legs and she didn’t understand what it was that she was feeling.

  She ran out of the room in a panic without giving a word of explanation that night. She went home and didn’t call or talk to Drake until a few days later.

  “Okay, I’m ready to go,” Drake interrupted her thoughts.

  “All right, let’s get going then.” Tiana looked up at him and smiled.

  “Let’s get you all dolled up, cover girl.”

  Chapter 8

  Elizabeth had been standing at the stop sign staring at the building across the street for almost thirty minutes. As much as she just wanted to walk right up to the front door and knock, for some reason she felt scared and anxious to be so close to a moment she had been thinking about for so long now. Being that he hadn’t gone to the hospital to check on her since the night she was admitted into the hospital a year and a half ago, she wasn’t sure how he’d react when he opened the door and saw her standing there. Things hadn’t exactly ended on a good note the last time they had seen each other.

  “Her vitals are dropping, and her pulse is slowing down!” the nurse yelled out. “If we don’t get her stabilized we might lose her.”

  Izzy could barely make out what was being said. She felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. She wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or if everything was happening in real time. The last thing she could really remember was Shawn screaming at her because his chicken was cold.

  He was going on about how useless she was and how she couldn’t do anything right. She didn’t think his chicken was cold. She had just taken it out of the oven five minutes before serving it to him. She wasn’t listening to much of what he was saying because her cramps were so bad they almost felt like contractions. The Percocet she had taken earlier didn’t seem to be helping much, and all she wanted to do was lie down. She didn’t have the energy to say much to him so she figured the next best thing was to just nod along to everything he was saying so he could calm down and they could get on with the night.

  “You fucking stupid bitch! Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?” Shawn spat at her.

  “Yes, yes, I’m listening, baby,” Izzy pleaded with him.

  “Then answer the fucking question.” Shawn got in her face and pinned her between himself and the kitchen counter.

  “Um . . .” Izzy had no idea what to say. She knew things were about to get a lot worse for her. “Baby, I promise I was listening to everything you said. I just didn’t hear your last question because—”

  Before Izzy could finish her sentence, Shawn’s fist landed on the side of her face like a hammer. Almost immediately her left ear started ringing, and the room began to spin.

  “You fucking bitch!” Shawn was landing punch after punch in between his words. “You think I’m gonna let you disrespect me in my motherfucking house?”

  Izzy was no match for his fists, and her legs gave way, causing her to fall to the floor on her side. She balled herself up in the fetal position and prayed for it to be over soon.

  Shawn lost himself in his kicks and punches. When he finally stopped, he realized Izzy was a bloody mess, and she was completely passed out. Her eyes were almost swollen shut. He tried to get her to wake up so she could wash herself off and get to bed. But no matter how hard he shook her, she would not open her eyes. He knew she needed medical attention, but he had no idea how he’d be able to explain how she got all the bruises on her.

  Then it dawned on him to put her in the car, and drive toward Déjà Vu, the strip club Izzy worked at. He’d drive a little bit past the club and leave her on South Dort Highway so somebody could see her and call 911. If he did that, then he could skip town to his brother’s house and use him as an alibi just in case she had diarrhea of the mouth.

  Before following through with that plan, Shawn decided to try to get her to wake up. He dashed into the bathroom and ran a cold bath.

  “Yeah, this should wake this bitch up. How the fuck she gonna pass out on me while I’m trying to teach her a lesson?” he mumbled to himself. He went back into the kitchen, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and dragged her into the tub. He kept shaking her in the bathtub and slapping her cheeks until she finally seemed to be waking up.

  Izzy slowly began to come to. Woozy and aching all over, Izzy felt her body tensing up from the cold water. She couldn’t help but groan from the pain she was feeling all over. Her face was stinging, and her eyes were throbbing. She couldn’t see at all from her left eye, but from her right eye, she could see Shawn towering over her in the bathtub.

  “Bitch, how fucking dare you disrespect me and fall asleep while I’m talking to you! Look at me when I’m talking before I fuck you up some more.”

  Izzy tried to speak but the blood dripping from her swollen, busted lip and the pain in her mouth stopped her from being able to utter a single word. All she could do was try to look up at him with her good eye and try to listen and do whatever he asked her to do.

  “Now clean yourself up and get my dinner right.”

  Izzy attempted to get up by grabbing the shower curtains, but she was so disoriented that she accidentally grabbed him by his dreads and pulled him into the tub with her. He quickly jumped out of the tub, cocked his right hand back, and swung right at Izzy’s face like a bat to a baseball.

  “So you think you can fight me, bitch? It’s on!” Shawn slammed a final blow to her soft, unsuspecting stomach. This both woke her up and knocked the breath out of her. When she was able to catch her breath again, Izzy felt her adrenaline pumping, and suddenly she had all the energy she needed to bolt out of the room and leave.

  With her one good eye, she made her way out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of water behind her. Shawn ran after her but slipped on the wet floor.

  “You disrespectful bitch! I’ma kill you when I catch you!”

  She could hear Shawn screaming not far behind her. Izzy reached the front door and ran out into the snowy winter night. Scared he’d soon reach her, Izzy didn’t bother to see if there were any cars coming and she hurriedly ran out into the street. Just as she stepped into the second lane, someone was speeding down the road in a four-wheel ATV.

  The kid in the ATV was going too fast and wasn’t able to slow down in time to avoid slamming into Izzy. He didn’t hit her head-on, but he did hit her hard enough that Izzy’s body bounced off of the A
TV and fell back onto the front of the building she was trying to run away from. Scared that he’d be in a lot of trouble, the kid quickly sped off and disappeared down the road.

  Shawn saw the whole thing and couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky. Now he had the perfect scenario to take her to the hospital emergency room. When he got to the hospital, he told the doctors that she had been suicidal for days and that she had tried to kill herself by jumping in front of a car. He told them she’d been cutting and hurting herself for some time and he didn’t know what to do with her anymore.

  After a few hours of coming in and out of consciousness, Izzy finally woke up to see Shawn sitting in a chair beside her hospital bed. When she tried to move, she realized both of her arms and legs were attached to the bed with restraints. She tried to speak, but her mouth was dry and her throat felt very hoarse. Izzy looked over to Shawn with tears in her eyes, hoping to see a glimmer of love and affection from him but, instead, when she looked over to him she was met with a sinister smirk on his face.

  He stood up and leaned into her ear, whispering, “Say anything about me, bitch, and I’ll make sure those will be your last words.” With that, he turned and left the room to speak to the doctors. She strained to hear what the doctors were saying to Shawn. From what she could make out, she learned that she was going to be transported to William P. Rollins facility for a psych evaluation.

  That was the last time she’d seen or heard from Shawn. The entire time she was in Rollins Hospital, all she could think about was getting back to her bae. She missed being with him and wanted nothing more than to be back at home and put the last year behind them. Sure, they had their fights and arguments, but she loved him, and he was the only man who had ever taken care of her. He had let her move in with him when she had no place else to go, and he had even promised to marry her one day.

  Izzy took a deep breath and ran toward the building. She knocked on the door and patiently waited for someone to open it. She thought her heart was going to jump right out of her chest as she stood in front of the beat-up old door.

  “Who is it?” Shawn yelled out as he made his way toward the door. Izzy could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer.

  “Baby, it’s me,” was all she could muster. She didn’t get a response but just then she heard locks clicking and a chain rattling. She stopped breathing for a second when the door finally opened.

  Shawn stood in front of her looking handsome as ever. Even in gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt he still managed to look good. At six feet two inches tall he was built like an NFL football player. He had a naturally athletic body without having to spend hours at the gym. His caramel skin tone complemented his almond-shaped hazel eyes and really made his thick pink lips stand out. He was Jamaican, but people often assumed he was Hispanic because of his light eyes and complexion.

  “Would you look what the cat dragged in,” he said as he looked down at a nervous-looking Izzy.

  “Hi, baby. I missed you.” Izzy got on her tiptoes and extended herself to try to give Shawn a kiss, but as her face got closer to his, Shawn leaned back and pushed her off of him.

  “The fuck are you doing?” he said with a scrunched-up expression.

  “I just wanted to give you a kiss. I missed you, Mr. Peanuts.” Mr. Peanuts was the nickname she had given him from when they first met at the strip club. He would come in about twice a week, and he always finished the entire bowl of peanuts that sat at the center of the table. He would watch her strip, and he usually paid for a private lap dance afterward. It was during those lap dances that he would whisper in her ear and make small talk with her. As much as she asked, he would never give her his name, so she eventually started calling him Mr. Peanuts.

  “So you get ghost on me for a year and then come back thinking shit is gonna be cool between us just like that?” he asked her.

  “Baby, I got sent up to Rollins after that night the car hit me. I tried to call you but it said your number was disconnected,” she tried to explain herself to him.

  “Oh, so they sent you up to the loony bin?” He chuckled.

  “Yeah. They kept asking me why I jumped in front of the car. And they thought I was crazy when I told them I didn’t do it on purpose.”

  “You better not have told them I did some shit to you.”

  “No, Mr. Peanuts. I would never say anything to get you in trouble like that. What happened that night was my fault anyway,” she said as she looked up at him.

  “You damn right it was your fault. Your ass shoulda been listening to what the fuck I was saying to you.”

  “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Yeah, you are sorry,” Shawn said to her. “But you gon’ make it up to me real soon. Let’s get inside. It’s cold as fuck out here,” Shawn said as he turned with Izzy following close behind.

  Izzy looked around and realized a lot of things had changed in the apartment since she’d been gone. The house was clean and smelled like freshly baked apple pie. Sheer purple and ivory curtains hung in the living room window. Two gray pillows with purple and white flowers were neatly stacked on each corner of the black leather couch that was set right in front of the TV. She walked over to the small dining room table and saw a Paula Deen candle burning on top of a round flower-embroidered silver placemat. She saw the scent was fried apple pie and figured that’s where the smell was coming from.

  “Did you miss me?” Shawn crept up behind her, put his hands on her waist, and ground his hips into hers as he whispered into her ear. Izzy closed her eyes and took in the moment. She had missed him so much. His hands made their way up to her breasts, and he squeezed them while he began to kiss on the back of her neck.

  “Yeah, baby, I missed you so much,” she said in between breaths. Her neck was her spot, and Shawn knew that. She turned around and pulled him to her. His lips felt so good against hers. It felt so different from Dr. Syed’s thin, chapped lips. She hated when Dr. Syed would go on and on kissing her because his breath always smelled and he always tasted like fresh garlic. With Shawn it was so different, though. His mouth felt warm and soft, and it tasted like fresh Listerine. Izzy moved on and started kissing him on the neck while her hands roamed all over his hard, toned chest.

  She felt her pussy throbbing and her juices flowing. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten wet. At the hospital, Dr. Syed would ram himself inside of her while she was dry as a desert. He didn’t seem to care, though, because he would slam in and out of her groaning and moaning telling her how good it felt. Meanwhile, her insides would feel like they were on fire from the dry friction of his nasty dick sliding up and down her walls.

  Shawn grabbed her hands and guided them down toward his pants so she could feel his growing hard dick throbbing against them. She pulled on the string of his pants to loosen them up. His pants fell down to his ankles. To her surprise, he had no boxers on, and he just stood there with his dick pointing out like a straight arrow. By now, they had made their way toward the living room. Shawn fell back on the couch with a big smile on his face as Izzy got on her knees and grabbed his dick and gently started stroking it up and down with her hands.

  “Mmm, that shit feels good,” he said. Izzy looked up at him, happy to see her man smiling down at her.

  “Put it in your mouth,” he instructed her. Izzy wasted no time doing as she was told. She took in all ten inches of him and began to deep-throat his manhood. Once his dick was all wet and slippery, she glided one hand up and down his shaft while she sucked on the head.

  “Damn, baby, you really missed this daddy dick, huh?”

  Izzy kept sucking away. She kept stroking her hands up and down with her mouth following them. She licked his pre-cum when she felt a slight twitch from his pelvis area. By now her pussy was throbbing and dripping wet. She couldn’t wait to get on top and start riding him, but she wanted to make sure he was fully satisfied with the head she was giving him first.

  She started stroking him faster and harder
with her hand while she sucked on his balls. She knew that would really get him going. She got a rhythm going as she went back and forth taking one ball in her mouth at a time while her hands slid up and down his dick. When she felt he’d had enough, she sprang up and started sucking on the head again while her hands slid back down and caressed his balls.

  “Oh my God! You know how to suck some dick, baby,” Shawn said as he grabbed a handful of her head and started guiding it up and down. Izzy almost gagged from how hard his dick was hitting the back of her throat, but she knew better than to kill the moment.

  Instead, she pulled back and stood up so she could start taking her clothes off. She started dancing and shaking her ass in front of him as if there was song playing for her to dance to. She turned her back to him and made her cheeks jiggle as she bent over to the floor and touched her toes. She came back up and slowly pulled her pants down. She turned back around and took her shirt off. Her titties were snug in their bra, but she couldn’t wait to get them out and into his mouth. She figured she’d get to that eventually because, right now, her main focus was to get him inside of her.

  She climbed onto the couch and straddled him. She reached down, grabbed his dick with her left hand and slid her panties to the side with her right hand. She purposely made his dick slide against her opening so he could feel how wet she was before he entered her. When she couldn’t wait anymore, she pushed his member inside of her. The feel of his hard, thick dick going into her took her breath away. She started bouncing up and down. She arched her back and gyrated her hips back and forth with each thrust.