by Heiress
“Why didn’t you?” she asked in my ear and I glanced at her with low eyes. She said it in a certain type of tone that made me think this conversation was getting emotional.
“Because you know that ain’t me. I done choked you out and shoved ya’ ass a few times but I ain’t no woman beater. You know that. Especially not towards you.”
“Why not me?” she asked again in that same tone. Now a dumb nigga would keep talking, but a nigga like me knew what was up. This conversation was about to get deep, and I ain’t have time for that shit. I needed to end this and take my ass home.
“Look, E we don’t need to be going down memory lane and shit. What we had is over and we both done moved on. You got ya’ shit, and I got, Cali. I shouldn’t even fucking be here this long,” I stated, trying to stand but I almost bust my ass. A nigga was drunk. So drunk that I was laughing at my damn self.
“See, if I still hated you, I would let you drive home and kill yourself. But since, I have a heart, so I’m gone lay you down in the back.” She got up and grabbed my hand. I hesitated to get up, but after seconds contemplating in my mind, I followed behind her. She took me to the back and laid me down on the couch in Missy’s office and then left out. I was relieved she ain’t try no shit with me because as drunk as I was, I probably would have fucked up.
The next morning….
I woke up with a hangover from hell. I glanced around, and I could see I was still at Missy’s spot. Sitting up from the couch, I stretched my arms. This shit was uncomfortable. I looked at my phone that was sitting next to me, and it read 12:21 in the afternoon.
“Damn a nigga was out,” I mumbled, rubbing my head.
“Out is an understatement,” I heard, Erica’s voice say from behind me. She was walking in with coffee in her hand. “You were snoring like a damn grizzly bear,” she joked, handing me the cup but I declined.
“You know I don’t snore and you know damn well I don’t drink that shit.”
“Fine but you gone need the energy for all this planning you got me doing today. We need to get started so let’s go. You can drive,” she told me before she walked out. I struggled to stand, but when I did, I walked out behind her. I ignored the nasty looks Missy was giving me as I exited her spot. We walked to my whip and got in.
“Compton, I really think you should drink this coffee.” She tried handing me the cup again.
“E, I told you I’m good now get that shit- oh fuck!” I cursed when I knocked the cup into her. She jumped up and screamed from how hot it was. I tried not to laugh, but the way she jumped up was funny.
“C, it’s not funny. This shit is hot and these my favorite jeans. Uggggh, I hate you!” she yelled, hitting me. She started coming out of her clothes, and I hurried up and rolled up the window.
“So you were just gone get naked in my shit with the windows down and people walking past? What if somebody saw you who knew my wife? That shit ain’t cool, E,” I told her, avoiding looking at her body. She was built like a fucking coke bottle with her thick ass. Some would say she was plus size, but to me, she was just thick as fuck.
“Just pull up to my car. I’ll drive to my house and once you get ready, meet me there. I’m sure you still remember the address.” She grinned. I shook her little flirtatious slur off and pulled up next to her car. She got out in nothing but her underwear on, and I laughed. Erica had no shame, and she was too bold for me. Once she was in, I pulled off and went back to my crib. I took a shower and got dressed in some Jordan’s, a pair of gray sweats and a tank top. Nothing special. After I was ready, I left back out and headed over to Erica’s house. She was right. I did remember where she stayed.
It didn’t take me long to get there. I parked in her driveway and then got out the car to knock on the door. After a minute or so, the door pulled open. A nigga’s mouth low key watered when I saw Erica. She was standing in front of me with some sexy ass lingerie and a pair of black stilettoes. Memories of how good our sex was flashed in my mind and I couldn’t look away even if I tried.
“Erica, what the fuck-,”
“Shhhh. Just come in,” she interrupted me. I watched her switch that fat ass away and just like a nigga, I followed the booty. I shut the door behind me, and as soon as I got to the living room, she pushed me on the couch. She then went to close the curtains behind me. I heard her heels clacking against her hardwood floors. Her oiled-up body stood in front of me looking like a crispy cream donut.
“I can’t help how I still feel about you, Compton. My nigga can’t fuck me like you can. Please make love to me,” she begged before straddling my lap. My dick stood up immediately, and he was fighting to get out these damn sweats. She started nibbling on my neck and ear causing me to damn near moan. That was my spot, and she knew it.
“Com’ on, E. We can’t do this shit,” I groaned still allowing her to dry grind on my dick.
“He can definitely do this shit,” she moaned, giggling. She reaching into my pants and began stroking my dick. Her hands were soft and the way she moved her hands were so skillful. She knew what she was doing. “Please, Cooompton. Just one time and I promise I’ll leave you satisfied. Let me just put the tip in,” she begged like a nigga. I felt her slide her thong to the side and she was seconds from putting the tip in.
“Fuccck! I can’t do this, E!” I barked, pushing her to the side and standing to my feet. I stared down at her and shook my head. The old Compton would have blown her damn back out but I couldn’t. I know that me and Cali weren't on good terms, but I loved that damn girl. If I wanted her back, I needed to practice saying no to pussy because that was my biggest struggle. I couldn’t do this shit.
“You know I fuck with you, E but I ain’t with this shit-,” my words were interrupted when Erica started clapping with a smile on her face. “Fuck is you clapping for?” I quizzed.
“I just want to congratulations. You passed,” she said, standing to her feet. She grabbed her silk robe from behind the couch and put it on. I was just standing there looking dumb as hell because I was confused.
“What?” I asked.
“This was a test, Compton. You can’t expect to really commit to a marriage and not have dick discipline. I have been testing you since last night. You could have fucked me at the bar, but you didn’t. You could have fucked me in the car, but you didn’t. That coffee wasn’t even hot.” She laughed, but I didn’t find shit funny. “And now you passed the final test. Now, I’m willing to help you knowing that you are going to do right by this girl.”
“Man, fuck this and fuck you,” I spat, walking away from her. “Got me doing a test like we in school,” I mumbled on my way out. I could hear Erica walking right behind me. When I reached for the door, she stood in front of it. “Move.”
“No. Don’t get mad at me when you should be proud of yourself. C. You just proved that you love this girl more than you love pussy and that’s real. I’m low-key jealous of her ass. Like what kind of woman can get Compton Devon Banks to turn his back on pussy? Good pussy at that.” she grinned.
“The kind of woman that I can’t be playing around with. So that little stunt you just pulled gone be between you and me. Cali the type of woman that find out about some small shit and blow it up. This basically cheating and I ain’t trying to lose her ass before I get her back. You feel me?” I questioned, and she nodded her head which told me she understood.
“You have made it perfectly clear. No details to the wifey about your dick discipline class,” she giggled.
“Good, now go put on a fucking swear suit. As hard as I’ am right now, I don’t need no skin showing. Just looking at them naked earlobes turning me on,” I mumbled, adjusting my hard on in my sweats. Erica just laughed me off and went to put on some close. She finally came down after twenty minutes, and we were ready to finish planning. I was still in shock that I turned her down. A nigga was real deal changing.
When I pulled up at my momma crib, I welcomed myself in. “Momma!” I yelled, walking through the house.
“Boy stop yelling before you wake up, Amber and Mona! I’m in the kitchen!” she hollered back, and I followed her voice to the kitchen. She is chilling at the bar with Lee and Monty’s big ass.
“I’m surprised big foot could fit in the house. You sure you ain’t hit ya’ head,” I joked, laughing.
“That’s funny because I was here trying to figure out how you could fit through the door with that big ass ego,” he snapped back, and Lee snickered.
“Nah but this dick-,”
“Hey, hey now boy shut up,” my momma cut me off. “Now what you coming in here for looking all discombobulated and what not? I’m trying to say my goodbyes before they leave.”
I diverted my eyes to Lee, and she put her head down. “Where you going?”
“I got to take my ass back home. I’m not supposed to leave Jamaica, and if the police know I’m gone, they gone lock my ass back up. And I ain’t going back, so I got to leave,” Lee answered.
“Well, are you gone let Cali, know? She gone be hurt as fuck y’all. Y’all been bonding and she not gone want you to leave.”
“Don’t you think I know that Genius. I have been in here crying like a damn baby because I don’t want to leave but I don’t have a choice. Plus, I have my son back home and he probably out there going crazy. I’ll visit her and Mona whenever I can.”
“Damn, what about me?”
“Nigga what about you?” she quizzed, and then everybody broke out laughing. “I’m just joking crybaby. I have grown to kind of like you. In a way,” she joked again. I was about to go back and forth with her, but I ain’t have time for that. I needed to take care of the shit I came here for.
“I’ma get back to you Lee. Right now, I need to talk about the date. We need to move what I had planned up to like in a few days,” I told my momma.
“A few days? Boy, we planned for that to be done next year and you want to-ah hell, Compton what did you do? Did you cheat again?” she quizzed ready to go off on me.
“Nah, ma I ain’t cheat but the video she saw today got her mind thinking I did.”
“What video?” Lee chimed in. I broke down the story to them and out of nowhere my momma slapped me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked, hitting me again.
“Ain’t shit wrong with me but something about to be wrong with you if you keep hitting me-,” I was saying until she hit me again.
“Boy, I wish you would. Now you know damn well you shouldn’t be hanging out with, Erica’s ass no way. Yea, you may have passed on the booty, but you shouldn’t have put yourself in the position to have to pass on it. Now, Cali is probably crying her eyes out. Dammit, she cursed.
“I should go check on her,” Lee said, standing to her feet. “I agree with, Compton though. We should move this event up to a few days. Her birthday is coming up, so I say we just merge all this in and make it one big event. We can celebrate, Mona’s birthday too and get all this excitement in at once,” Lee suggested.
“That’s cool. I don’t give a shit what we do, but we need to it now. Once, Cali gets in her feelings then she stays there. She gone let her mind run a mile per minute trying to figure out who, Erica is and why I did what she thinks I did. I’m gone let her cool off but y’all need to help a nigga out. I’m trying to do-,”
“you're trying to do right by, Cali,” they all finished my sentence simultaneously. “We know boy now gone over to Snoops house until we ease Cali’s mind,” my momma told me. She and Lee got ready to leave, but I stopped Lee.
“Let me rap to you real quick Lee.” Monty shot her a look, and she nodded her head. I guess he was still suspicious of a nigga. He and my momma left out the kitchen and I had her undivided attention. “So, I know how much you mean to Cali no matter if she said that shit or not. She needs you, and even though we can visit, that might not be enough for her. I got a solution for that, and I’m sure it’s gone make both of y’all happy.”
“Okay. I’m listening.”
CHAPTER 17
AMBER JOY: LETTING GO OF YOU
Today I was on my way to go visit my Aunt. I hadn’t been feeling good for a few weeks but this needed to happen. Even with the truth out, I didn’t want to disown her. She was already going through enough with having to get clean. I didn’t want her to relapse because I left her. I still cared about my Aunt, and I wanted nothing but to see her get well. But at the same time, I felt it was easier to just leave knowing we weren’t real family. Lucky for her, I had a good and forgiving heart.
“Spread them,” the guard told me. I looked back at Cali who was with me, and she nodded her head as to say do it. I spread my legs, and the man rubbed them up on the outside and then the inside. I jumped when he got close to my private area.
“Hey, can you watch your hands, please. My sister is fifteen, she doesn't have no drugs on her,” Cali spat at the guard.
“I’m just doing my job pretty lady,” he replied, winking his eye at her.
“Well I’m sure you can do it a little more professionally,” she shot back and chuckled. He threw his hands up in surrender and stepped back.
“She’s all clear. Now it’s your turn.” He looked at Cali.
“Okay, but if I think you're trying to just feel on me, I will have no problem mentioning this to my husband. Compton Banks. And I don’t think you want that now do you?” she quizzed. The look on his face said that he didn’t want that.
“No, ma’am. How about you just go on with her. I’m sure you’re not packing anything,” he politely told us. Cali smiled and then walked away. It was crazy how she could just say his name and men get shook. I was one lucky girl to be a part of his family. I knew no harm would come to me.
We waited for the outside gate to open to take us to the outdoor visiting area. I was nervous when it finally opened. I could see my Aunt sitting at the table, and even though it only been a few weeks, she looked pretty healthy. “Hey, Aunt!” I said as soon as I approached the table.
She jumped up and hugged me so tight around my neck. I felt as if she was trying to intentionally choke me. “Amber! I missed you! Are you here to take me home?” she asked, and I glanced at Cali. Then my Aunt glanced at Cali. Her facial expression was no longer happy. She actually looked pretty upset now.
“Ummm, no. You can’t leave, Aunt. You just got here, and you have more work to do I’m sure,” I responded the best way I knew how.
“No, I’m fine, I have been clean for weeks. I think I’m ready to go home.” I could tell she was struggling with this whole getting clean thing. Sadly, I wasn’t here to really talk about her being clean. Yes, that was a priority for her but not for me. I wanted to talk about the information I found out.
Cali and Ms. Lee finally told me the whole story about what happened. I cried for days because I felt bad. I had been lied to my entire life, and though it was a hard pill to swallow, I had to just accept it. God gave me this difficult like for a reason, so I had no right to complain about it. I just wanted answers on why the truth was kept from me.
“Aunt, I wanted to ask you some questions,” I started as I took my seat across from her. She slowly sat down, and Cali stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders. “I want to know you why never told me that I was adopted?” I asked.
“Because you’re not. You’re my baby, and no piece of document can tell me otherwise,” she counters back quickly.
“But I’m not. You’re not my Aunt; you’re my foster mother. Why would you make me believe that you were my Aunt when you adopted me?”
“Because you wouldn’t call me mom. Your first word was Aunty, so I just stuck with that, but it doesn’t mean anything. I’m your mother, and I will always be your mother!” she raised her voice at me. I could tell she was getting mad, but I too was upset.
“When have you ever been a mother to me?” I shouted back, standing up to her. I know I was supposed to be in a forgiving place, but I had an issue with expressing myself. I always swept my feelings under the
rug and gave people the benefit of the doubt. I couldn’t do that today. I had to express myself and how I felt because I had decided not to keep in contact with my Aunt anymore.
“I tried to be the best mother-aunt or whatever I could-,”
“No, you didn’t!” I rudely cut her off. “You abused and used me. You allowed a man to molest me for years and then watched as he raped me. If anything, you tried to be the best drug addict you could be and that turned out great for you. If there were an award for this, then you would definitely win it,” I expressed. Cali was rubbing my shoulder to calm me down because I was getting emotional. It’s so much positivity a person can put out until they finally realized that their life is messed up. That life, it is filled with nothing but negativity. I refused to allow my life’s struggles to define me but I did have a voice and feelings.
“You didn’t fight back so maybe you liked it,” she had the nerve to say.
“Bitch I will drag-,” Cali was saying trying to get from behind me. The guards rushed over to our table to control the situation that was about to get out of hand. I couldn’t believe she said that.
“You are a horrible person, but I will pray that God gives you mercy. You have treated me like trash as if I didn’t matter but yet you tell me you love me. What you did to me was not love, and if that is the way you define love, then you’re looking in the wrong dictionary. Now because I’m a good person I’m going to convince my sister to keep you here, but I will no longer come visit you. You’re on your own, but I’ll still pray for your healing,” I voiced to her with tears sliding down my cheeks.
“Fuck you, little girl! I don’t need you or this place! You were just a check!” she spat at me as the guards held her down.
“Let me tell you something you little bitch-,” Cali started, storming towards her. “If you ever leave this place and come for my little sister, I will get you killed. I will make sure my husband dumps your body where no man will find it. Then I will find out whoever your remaining family is are no longer remaining. Do we understand each other?” she quizzed and my Aunt smirked as if she wasn’t fazed.
