“Here you go with this bullshit. I haven’t fucked anybody since that shit with Rynesha.”
“That’s cause your dick was hot!”
“How many times you gonna bring up that old shit, Kelsi?”
“Old? Nigga, it ain’t that damn old. I haven’t been too long finished the meds.”
“I’m not about to keep going back and forth with you about this shit. Either you gonna forgive me and move on, or you gonna leave.”
“I’ll leave.”
I got up, went to the bedroom, and started packing my stuff. I guess he realized I wasn’t playing and decided to come talk to me with a little less bass in his voice.
“Man, put your stuff down. You not going nowhere. I fucked up, and I’m sorry. The shit will never happen again. As far as Drea goes, I’ll check that hoe. She had no business coming at you. Now let’s watch this movie.”
I had honestly forgotten about the movie. We got in bed and he turned on Unknown starring Liam Neeson. He was one of my favorite actors. Trent tried to cuddle up with me, but I pushed him away. He kept trying until I finally gave in. I had to admit, it felt nice. We watched that movie like we didn’t have a care in the world. However, as the saying goes, when it rains it pours.
Trent
Kelsi fell asleep after we were done watching the movie, and I was glad she did. I was dying to go slap fire from that bitch Drea. No matter how many times I told her I was trying to make shit right with my woman, she didn’t listen. Her writing Kelsi was uncalled for. She wanted to be a side bitch so bad, but didn’t know how to.
On the way to her spot, I thought about how Nina and I almost got caught. We had been texting each other on the regular, and our texts went beyond friendship. We often talked about how things would be if we were together. We also sent each other naked pictures occasionally. If Kelsi had seen that shit, it would have been a wrap for our relationship. We talked about any and everything. I made a mental note to text and tell her about this shit with Drea when I got home.
When I got to Drea’s apartment, I ran up to her door and started beating on it.
“Who the hell is this banging on my door!” I heard her yell.
“Open the door, bitch!”
“Trent, baby! I missed you,” she said while trying to jump in my arms.
“Get the fuck off me, hoe. This ain’t no social visit. How many times I gotta tell you to stop writing my woman?”
“I didn’t say anything bad.”
“You shouldn’t have said anything at all. What the hell is your problem?”
“She needs to know who I am.”
“Who you are? You ain’t nothing but a desperate ass bitch. Even if me and my girl weren’t together, I wouldn’t be with your ass.”
“Wow! That hurt. I’m sorry, Trent. I really am. It’s just that I’m in love with you.”
“In love with me? How the hell are you in love with somebody you only been around twice?”
“I’ve been in love with you since the night we met. I know it sounds crazy, but there is something about you. I see you don’t feel the same way. I’ll leave you alone on one condition.”
“And what might that be?”
“You gotta fuck me. It’s no way I can let you go without sampling the dick.”
Everything in me told me not to do it. I should have walked out this house and let Nelli beat her ass. However, since Kelsi and I weren’t having sex, I was in need. Plus, I heard crazy bitches had the best pussy.
“OK. I’m gonna bless you with this dick. After that, I don’t wanna hear shit else from you.”
“You won’t! I promise,” she told me as she started taking my pants off.
She started sucking my dick, and though it felt good, my dick wouldn’t get hard. That was a sign, and I ignored it. Eventually, I started getting hard, and shit was on and popping. Just as I thought, Drea had some good pussy. If she wasn’t a crazy bitch, I might consider breaking her off every now and then. I couldn’t believe her ass said she was in love with me. Thinking about that shit almost made my dick soft. I pounded her pussy fast so that I could go ahead and nut. I needed to get home to my woman.
Once I got my nut, I made her get a towel to wash my dick off. That’s when it hit me that we hadn’t used a condom. I hoped like hell she didn’t have an STD. I wanted to ask, but it was a little too late. Besides, it’s not like she would tell me if she did.
“Alright, you got what you wanted. Now don’t ever contact me or my girl again.”
“I won’t. Take a selfie with me before you leave.”
Without thinking, I quickly posed for the picture before heading home. While I was on the way there, I called and told Nina what happened. She told me fucking her was a bad idea. I agreed with her, but there was no use in dwelling on it. I just hoped like hell it didn’t come back to bite me in the ass.
Kelsi: One month later
Unknown: Where’s my man? I tried calling him, but he’s not answering.
Me: I’m not sure who your man is. MINE is laying in bed next to me.
Unknown: Bitch please! The only reason he is there is because I was busy. We both know that nigga don’t want your boring ass.
Me: Whatever! You were just something to do at the time. Trent loves me. You’re nothing more than a piece of pussy to him.
Unknown: Nah sweetheart. I’m wifey. Now wake his ass up and tell him to call me. Our baby is craving ice cream.
Getting messages from bitches that Trent fucked with was something I had gotten used to. This time was different though. Reading the words “our baby” threw me for a loop. Normally, I would have argued with the little whore and called her a liar, but I couldn’t. I knew from the STD that I contracted from him that he wasn’t using condoms when he cheated on me. Therefore, him getting this chick pregnant was very much possible.
I got out of bed and started pacing around the room. I was beyond sick of this shit. All I wanted was a lovely relationship with the man I had fallen in love with. That couldn’t happen because he didn’t know to keep his dick in his pants. As I was pacing, I asked myself why things were the way they were between us. I had a career, I cooked, and I cleaned. More importantly, I fucked and sucked like a porn star. Still, that wasn’t enough. According to my sister, he was just a hoe ass nigga that didn’t deserve me. In my eyes, there had to be more than that.
I went in the kitchen and poured myself a shot of gin and took it to the head. Afterwards, I sat on the counter and thought about my fucked-up relationship. I thought about all the naked pictures of women I had found in his phone, the countless number of bitches that followed me on social media just so they could tell me about the many sexcapades they had with my man, and the bullshit excuses he used every time he got caught. Tears fell from my eyes as I realized how fed up I was.
There were times where I said fuck it and decided to walk away. However, before I could get out the door good, Trent would beg me to stay. In his mind, me leaving would be I let the hoes win. He constantly told me how those women meant nothing to him, and I was the one he wanted. For whatever dumb ass reason, I believed him. Things would be OK between us for a few weeks, then boom, back to the bullshit.
I’m too good of a woman to be dealing with shit like this, I told myself as I went back in the kitchen to pour me another shot. Rather than going back to the living room when I was done, I stood in the kitchen for a minute. Something had to give. This bullshit had to stop. I had to get out of this situation. To help ease my mind, I got my phone to play something on my Apple music. Cardi B’s “Thru Ya Phone” came on. It was like the universe was telling me what to do. At the end of the second verse, Cardi rapped “You gonna wake up like why you got a knife.”
That was when I glanced over to the knives, and an idea popped in my head. I picked up the biggest and sharpest one I could find. In my mind, there was only one way to fix this situation. This nigga had to die.
I tried to talk myself out of it and almost had until the little bitch
decided to send me a picture of her ultrasound. Little did she know, she was about to be raising her child alone. Trent was about to pay for all the shit he put me through.
I went back in the bedroom where Trent was sleeping peacefully. I stood there looking at him for a moment. It was hard to believe I once thought the world of this man. Now, here I was about to end his life.
I picked up the knife, drew back, and then slammed the knife into his back as hard as I could.
“What the hell?” he woke up and asked.
It was too late though. I continued to stab him over and over. I felt like I was on an episode of Snapped. At some point while I was stabbing him, I blanked out. When I came back to reality, I was covered in blood, and Trent was dead. I stood there in shock as I looked at his body. I couldn’t believe I had killed a man, but it was too late now. All there was left to do was face the consequences.
Four hours later
As I sat in my cell, the thoughts of that night played over and over in my head. After I confessed to killing Trent, the officer read me my rights and handcuffed me. It was crazy how I went from visiting my clients in jail to being in jail. They said life threw you curveballs. Well, this was a big one.
When I was allowed to use the phone, I called and told Janell what I did. She told me she would be down to get me, but I was denied bail. Knowing I was going to have to sit in jail until my trial upset me. However, I told myself sitting in a jail cell was something I might as well get used to. Gone was my life, my career, and my dreams.
Though I had money saved, it wasn’t enough to get a good lawyer, so I got a public defender. I could tell from the jump the bitch didn’t like me. I asked her about me pleading temporary insanity. I watched enough episodes of Snapped to know I was insane when I killed Trent.
I just knew my lawyer was going to use that defense. However, she swore the jury would say I was sane because I called the police. That shit made no sense to me. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Disappear and leave the body in my apartment? The more she explained why I couldn’t plead insanity, the angrier I got. It was like the bitch wasn’t hearing me at all.
Her telling me I was facing life in prison damn near made my heart stop. She told me there was a slight chance I could get twenty-five years, as if that was any better. My life was over. All this shit over a nigga who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.
The End
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