PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans

by Joseph, Fabiola;L. Ramsey, Matthew

  “Keep talking to me like that, you’re only making this easier. Now as for you Jazzy, I thought I told you not to question me?”

  Tyree is now standing over me with a fist full of my hair. He wraps it around his hand twice and yanks my head back so that I am looking up at him.

  “You heard me right, what, Breeze didn’t tell you? You two are brother and sister. You two share the same father. A Mr. Rodriguez, right?”

  My head starts spinning, and it’s not just from the blows Tyree landed on my face and body, I was also off quilter from his news.

  “Bullshit,” I say through blood and tears. My answer is met with a slap across the face, and a breath taking blow to the chest. He takes his seat and tells us the mind-blowing story of our connection.

  “Breeze was going through some files at his office after the AIDS scare when he came across the both of yours. The first thing that grabbed him was the matching last names. But as the weeks went on, he dug a little deeper. That’s when he tracked down your drunk ass mother,” he says as he points at me.

  “Then he got me to give him your father’s number. After speaking to the both of them, he realized that you two are more than just friends, you two are blood. And to think, Breeze was going to have Mr. Rodriguez come out here next week. It’s a shame you two won’t live to see him again.”

  Now, I am starting to feel sick to my stomach. I have yearned for my father since the day we left Puerto Rico. I have missed him with every breath that I have taken. And here I am, finding out that I was going to see him in about a week, and that I have a brother.

  “Jamar, are you okay? Did you hear what he just said, do you believe him?”

  I wiggle my halfway blue fingers around and try to find his hand. Once I find them, I squeeze it, trying to gain some sort of comfort from Jamar’s touch. He holds my hand but never answers.

  “So, I want to make a toast,” Tyree says as he picks up the tainted concoction that is now merged with more melted ice than anything else.

  “Here’s to revenge, and people getting exactly what they deserve.”

  A smile creeps across my swollen face, I try to suppress it but the thought of him drinking down the date-rape drug makes me happy. And just when I think that I’m getting away with my premature celebration, it happens. He looks over at me and thinks he knows what is going on.

  “Ahhhh, you almost got me, you sneaky little bitch.”

  His words are just as harsh as the blow to my stomach.

  “How about you have my drink, and I’ll have yours?”

  He may have made it seem like he is asking, but I know that he is telling me that I am about to have his drink.

  “I’m not thirsty.”

  “Who gives a shit? I don’t. Now, I’m gonna put the glass up to your lips and I want you to swallow every fucking drop, understood?”

  “It’s not like I have a choice now do I?”

  I would have preferred for this to go down the way I planned it, but being prepared for the unexpected came in handy. Now all I need him to do is drink from the glass that sat in front of me.

  “Can I make a toast?” I ask as he stood in front of me. But before I could go on to hear his answer, my phone rings. I look at it with a burning desire to pick it up. I knew the ring, it was Lanell’s ringtone. Tyree doesn’t miss a beat.

  “Let me guess, it’s Lust right? Damn I’m good,” he says as he picks up my phone.

  “Don’t you wish that you could just talk to him one last time? Tell me, what would be your last words to him. Would you just tell the nigga that you love him, or would you come better than that?”

  I don’t answer. He just wants to torture me in more ways than one. I’m not giving him the satisfaction.

  “If you’re going to kill me, just do it already,” I say trying to sound tough.

  “Aww look, he’s calling again. Too bad, huh?” Tyree asks as he pushes the end button.

  “Maybe if I keep sending him to voicemail, he’ll think that you’re up in here being the slut that you are. Maybe he’ll think you’re fucking Breeze.” If I could turn into the hulk and brake through the ropes that tied me down, I would. I would have killed Tyree with my bare hands and called Lanell back. He doesn’t miss the fire that is shooting from my eyes.

  “Good, he left a message, wanna listen?” I looked away from him as the reality that I may not get to see Lanell again starts to set in.

  “No, I don’t want to hear it.”

  “Too fucking bad,” Tyree says as he calls my voicemail and asks for my password.

  “Bitch, don’t make me ask again.” I still don’t give it to him.

  He reaches me before I can even blink. He hits me, over and over again. He is so heavy handed that if I couldn’t see him, I would have thought that I was being hit with an object.

  “3-3-6-6” I say as I feel my lip explode and start to drip blood. I cry and plead as the pain becomes unbearable.

  “Please, Tyree, if you’re going to kill me, just do it already. I can’t take any more of this.”

  “No Jazzy, just hold on, don’t give up,” I hear Jamar say.

  “You better mind you own fucking business nigga. Being nosy is what got you into this in the first place. Now shit the fuck up so we all can hear.”

  Tyree puts the phone on speaker, and Lanell starts to talk.

  “Hey baby, you must be sleeping, I know that it was a long ride. Anyways, I have some good news. I found out that the club will be up and running within three months. Jezebels, will open its doors on December 23rd, your birthday. Anyway, give me a call when you wake up. I miss you already baby. Can’t wait to see you again, love you.”

  Hearing Lanell’s voice gives me the strength to beg for my life, our life.

  “Look, I know that this shit that we did hurts, but killing us won’t bring anyone back. Think about our lives, think about your own. Killing us isn’t worth it, can’t you just think about what I am saying?” I ask while pleading for mercy with my eyes. And although they are almost swollen shut, he still is able to read the look of desperation on my face.

  “Man, get the fuck out of here with that bullshit. Make your fucking toast before I shove the glass down your throat.”

  I start to cry as he waits and enjoys the show.

  “Please, Tyree, don’t do this, not like this, please forgive us.”

  My pleas fell on deaf ears.

  “Fuck you, fuck forgiveness, and fuck Jamar. You two motherfuckers are gonna pay for your sins.”

  Now ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black, I think to myself.

  “Fuck your toast; it’s time to drink up.”

  I can feel Jamar pulling at the ropes that has us tied to the chairs back to back.

  “Don’t drink that shit, don’t drink it, Jazzy.”

  As Tyree held the glass up to my lips, I held them shut.

  “You have one more fucking second to open up your goddamn mouth.”

  Tyree is running out of patience. The more he tries to force feed me the drink, the more I struggle to get away. Finally fed up, Tyree grabs my throat and starts to squeeze the life out of me. This causes me to gasp for air, and that’s when he starts to pour.

  “Thought you would poison me huh? Fuck your stuck-up ass. Always walking around here like your better than me, as if you couldn’t give a nigga some ass here and there. Don’t think that I didn’t peep how you were acting on the set of Baby, Bi the Way, acting as if you weren’t enjoying it. I hope this drink kills you slowly and painfully.”

  “Who the fuck are you? I can’t believe I was living with such a monster. Have you hated her this whole time, you sick fuck?” Tyree doesn’t respond to Jamar. Instead, he speaks to me.

  “Now that’s a good little girl. You know what; I think this deserves to be celebrated.”

  He walks over to the coffee table, picks up what was supposed to be my drink, and swallows all of it down.

  “Now that was refreshing.”

  “F
or you it is,” I answer as I still gasp for air.

  *****

  Thirty minutes later, I am starting to feel the effects of the drug. My head is spinning, and my eye lids are getting heavy. At times, I just zone out and refuse to listen to any more of Tyree’s verbal abuse. It isn’t until he strikes me with another blow that I am brought back to reality.

  “Okay, it’s time to get this show on the road, I’ll be back,” Tyree says as he makes his way to the bathroom. He had been drinking on and off as he berated us for several hours. I was thankful, this was to our advantage. As soon as we hear the door close, Jamar springs into action.

  “Jasmine…Jazzy, wake up…try and untie my hands.”

  I hear him, but my body is starting to feel like a ton of bricks.

  “Come on, fight through that shit, this is our only chance.”

  I try my hardest to pull at the rope, but my effort isn’t good enough.

  “Bitch, get your shit together, this nut is going to kill us if you don’t unite me.”

  Now I know that Jamar is frustrated and scared, but fuck that, so am I.

  “I’m fucking trying. You’re not the one whose drugged, I am. You don’t know how that shit is making feel right now.”

  As I fight to untie him, I hear the sliding glass door being opened. My heart races as I see DeeDee’s face.

  “DeeDee, what are you doing here? It’s Tyree; he’s trying to kill us.”

  “DeeDee’s here, where?”

  “I’m right here, now shut the hell up,” she says as she comes over to us and starts to untie our hands.

  “I came about a half an hour ago. I tried to call you guys but no one picked up. When I asked Bobby, he said that he had spoken to Breeze and he told him that Jazzy was back. Since I was in town, I thought I’d stop by.”

  “But how did you know to come around back?” I ask as my hands are set free.

  “I got here and was gonna scare the shit of out you. When I tried the front door, it was unlocked. I tiptoed in and saw you two tied up. I stood there and watch that asshole beat and curse at y'all. I have a lot of questions, but this ain’t the time.”

  “Did you call the cops?” Jamar asks her as he rubs his wrist.

  “After what I heard, I don’t think that either one of you want the cops to be called.

  “So what the fuck are we gonna do?”

  I can tell that once Jamar realizes that the cops aren’t coming, he starts to panic all over again. And as I stand looking at him for the first time since being tied up, I can see the full range of damage Tyree has done with his fist. I decide to try and not look into any mirrors.

  “I don’t feel so well,” I say as I start to lean over to the left. DeeDee catches me and sits me back down.

  “Now what do you have in here that we can use to take this motherfucker out?” DeeDee’s eyes roam the room looking for something sharp, hard, or just plain lethal. As she picks up one object after the other, we hear the toilet flush and we all freeze.

  “Fuck, he coming back out! What are we going to do?”

  Before any of us can come up with an answer, we hear a loud crash. It sounds like everything that is breakable in the bathroom is shattering. When the bathroom door opens, Tyree comes stumbling out. He looks out of it. He is unable to stand straight and he is pain stricken.

  “What the fuck is going on, what did yah do to me?”

  Tyree is reaching out and hitting the air. He breaks everything he comes in contact with. The blurriness of his vision sends him spiraling out of control. Once he slips on the liquor he spilled, he sits on the floor trying to shake off the effects of the drugs, but it’s not working. And as the world starts to close in on him, he hears my laughter in the background.

  “I thought he made you drink the one with the poison in it?” Jamar asked as he looked at his lover.

  “He did, but the one he drank had it too,” I said as I continued to laugh.

  “YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

  Tyree yells as he lies on the floor.

  “Guess I was a sneaky little bitch after all,” I say as my eyes are getting too heavy to hold open. I give in and let them close.

  *****

  “Wake up Jazzy; we have to get out of here.”

  I feel like I have slept for hours, but my head is pounding.

  “Go and pack a bag, take everything you want to take with you, but only the important shit. Don’t take too long.”

  DeeDee ordered as Jamar helped me up to my feet.

  “Are you okay?” he asks as I catch my balance.

  “Yeah, just give me ten minutes. Where is he?” I ask as I look around for Tyree. Jamar nods his head toward the same chairs he tied us in. It makes me smile to see him in the same position that Jamar and I was in not too long ago.

  “Enough of the sentimental bullshit, if we’re gonna do this; we have to do it now.”

  “What is she talking about?” I ask Jamar as I start on my way out of the living room.

  “Him, I have to take care of…him.”

  With that, he lets me know that I won’t be the only one with blood on my hands today.

  *****

  Once upstairs, I grab my jewels, some clothes, and some cash from Breeze’s safe. He has about 20 grand in there, and since I am being nice, I only take half of it. By the time I am done, I have three duffle bags packed and am so ready to blow this joint.

  “All set to go?” I ask as I walk over to the sink and get a glass of water. I pop two Advil’s and waited for Jamar to get the job done so we could leave.

  “He’s asleep, he won’t even know it’s coming,” DeeDee says as she tries to get Jamar to get a move on it.

  “Just aim the fucking gun and shot. Now, if you don’t want to do it, give it here. I’ve been dying to shoot this dude for a while now.”

  I look at Jamar and he reads my mind.

  “I have a lot to fill you in on. She’s apparently a pro at this.”

  DeeDee laughs at his statement.

  “Well this pro is going to take the gun away from you if you don’t shoot that asshole, and soon.”

  I watch as Jamar struggles to pull the trigger. I can’t even begin to imagine having to shoot a man that I shared a bed with. A man who I thought loved me, a man that I could see spending the rest of my life with. I can’t blame him for stalling, but in the end, the sooner he shots him, the better.

  “We really have to go,” I say to him as I put my hand on his shoulder.

  “I know Jazzy, I know,” he says as he rests his hand on mine.

  “I just don’t know if I can do this. I mean, this is the man I once loved.”

  “Yeah well, just think about where he was when he wasn’t in your bed. Think about how he was about to kill you if I didn’t untie you. I know it’s hard but you gotta tell yourself that it’s better that he die then you.” DeeDee had a point there. But only I knew what would really give Jamar the push he needed.

  “Plus, after what he did to your face, hell, our faces, we may never be the same.” Jamar’s face says it all. I knew that Tyree possibly ruining his good looks would make him tick. And as he held the gun up that I used on June, I knew that neither of us would be visiting L.A. any time soon.

  “So, I guess this means you’re coming to Vegas with me, right?”

  Jamar nods his head yes and puts his finger on the trigger. I take a seat and turn away. I try to focus on the one good this about this situation. Jamar is not only my friend, but he is also my brother.

  Chapter 38

  “Bitch, get your shit together,

  this nut is going to kill us if you don’t untie me.”

  Once it was time to go I waited for Jasmine and Lanell to say their goodbyes, while I typed in the address I found on Tyree’s GPS so I’d know where I was going. As soon as we started driving Jasmine asked me about Anthony.

  “Girl, now you know that I’m not really a bottom, but for Mr. Rondell, I’ll bottom any day. That man turned me out.”

/>   Jasmine knew I preferred to top, so she was dying to know what happened.

  “Jazzy, I don’t even know how or when it happened, but the next thing I knew, I was head down, ass up.”

  She couldn’t get enough. I hadn’t seen her laugh that hard in a while.

  “Wait, start from the beginning. The last time I saw you, you were heading to the bar.”

  I told her how everything went down, and she told me how she and Lanell spent their night talking and catching up. Jasmine was getting sleepy and decided to take a nap. The adrenaline was flowing inside of me so I was wide awake and anxious to get there already. I was so deep into my thoughts that I let Jasmine sleep the entire way there, and while I staked out Tyree’s baby mama’s house. I finally decided it was time, so I woke Jasmine up. As she looked around it was obvious she was confused.

  “Where the fuck are we?”

  “Santa Barbara.” I replied.

  She was still confused. I figured there was no better time to tell her what was going than at that moment. I reached in the back for my gym bag so I could get out the gun.

  “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT?”

  “Calm down Jazzy.”

  She thought I was crazy and looked worried now. She tried talking me out of doing what I wanted to do, but there was no turning back at that point. It was time to get even with Tyree.

  “So just put it away, you can confront her without it, please, Jamar, I’m begging you. Don’t do this!”

  I started to take her advice but I wanted to make one hell of a first impression. I wanted this woman to remember me, and know that I’ve been fucking, and living with her man. I got out of the car and started walking toward her house. I thought my plan was crazy, but a normal plan wasn’t what I craved. I wanted to not only hurt Tyree, but I wanted him to know I was the one who told his secrets. Jasmine came running up to me questioning me again. I told her to make up her mind and join me, or head back to the car before I just walked away. She stood there and thought about it for a second before following me. The moment I waited for finally happened; I was standing outside of her front door.