The Double Cross

by Anna J.

  I texted back to ask her where she had found the stuff in the house. She just sent the pics, but no explanation as to the source besides that it was somewhere in the crib. I was fuming mad and ready to go to their mom’s house to fuck shit up. Sajdah was about to fuck shit up for everybody. Little did she know, it wasn’t just me and her floating through there. Luckily, I had more respect for her parents than that, but I was not above being petty. I had to get something solid, and I didn’t have time to wait on Skye to figure shit out.

  The next morning, I was up bright and early. I had to sleep on it for a second because that shit right there had to be perfect. I couldn’t afford a mess-up because I didn’t want to possibly fuck up our friendship over inaccurate accusations. I had to somehow get Selah to see her sister as the culprit. This could not fall on anyone else but her. Yes, this would fuck her up royally, but better now than after marriage. I dreamt up the perfect plan, and now I was up to put it in action.

  I didn’t tell Skye because I knew she would try to talk me out of it. I had to take this one for the team, and if I were wrong, then I’d rather not have a bunch of people involved. If for no one else, I just had to be sure my ass didn’t get caught in the crossfire.

  I got to Selah’s parents’ house around 10 a.m. I remembered Selah saying that Sajdah was working on the Comcast account again, and from what I remembered the last time, she worked on Saturdays. Hopefully, that was the case, because I would definitely have to go in her room.

  When I got to her parents’ house, I pulled up behind her dad’s car, not seeing Sajdah’s anywhere in sight. Hopefully, that meant she was already gone for the day and didn’t merely just park it in another location. Taking a deep breath, I hopped out the car before I changed my mind. It was mid-morning, so I knew her parents were up. I ran up to the door and rang the doorbell, hoping they wouldn’t think it too crazy of me to just pop up. I really only came by when Selah was there and had no reason to any other time.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Tracey.” I spoke to Selah’s mom as I leaned in to hug her. I loved their mom more than my own, and it killed me that I was at her house to do some shady shit for the sake of my friend. I was sure she would understand if she knew the story. For friendship, sometimes you had to go above and beyond to keep that shit together. I was willing to risk it all. That’s what made me a different kind of friend than the rest.

  “Vicerean! Hey, love. Long time no see! Come on in. What are you doing in my neck of the woods?”

  Gosh, she was sweet as damn peach cobbler. Why couldn’t she be a mean bitch? Then I wouldn’t even give a damn about busting up in her crib like a damn private eye.

  My shady ass maintained eye contact like a real goon because I was not about to pop up there looking all suspicious and shit. I couldn’t have her going back and telling Selah she couldn’t trust me for any reason.

  “I had to pee so bad and couldn’t make it home,” I lied as I did an over reactive pee-pee dance. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

  “Sure! You know where it is,” she replied as she turned to go back to the kitchen. “I just finished making brunch for David and I. Are you hungry?”

  Lawd, why was this lady doing this to me? There was no way I could turn down brunch! Selah’s momma knew how to whip them pots up just right. I had to have it. It would be deemed disrespectful if I didn’t take the plate, and I was not about to disrespect my bestie’s momma any more than I was about to by snooping around in her damn house.

  “I can’t stay, but I would definitely like a to-go plate,” I responded as I made a dash toward the steps like I really couldn’t hold it. “Good morning, Mr. Dave!” I yelled into the living room as I passed by, hoping that he wouldn’t catch any guilt on my face. They were such nice people. Selah definitely got her kindness from them.

  When I got to the top of the steps, I paused, trying to decide if I should go straight for Sajdah’s room or should I just go to the restroom to try to figure it out. Deciding to just go into the restroom, I had to really sit on the toilet to gather my thoughts. I was shaking like a damn crack fiend who stole her man’s pack. This shit was not going to end well. I was so nervous my damn bowels were loose, and I felt bad about having to take a shit in her bathroom.

  I started to text Skye to tell her what was happening, but I knew that I had to hurry the hell up. Just as I was reaching for the toilet paper, I saw the fucking earring on the floor. It was the same damn earring that Selah sent us in the picture. Jack-motherfucking-pot! Her dumb ass probably thought she lost the fucking earing somewhere else and had no clue it was even at Chase’s house. I really wished I knew where the stuff was when she found it so that I could connect the damn dots. If it was out in the open, it was definitely left by mistake. Sajdah wasn’t that bold last time I checked. However, if she found that shit in a random closet or stuffed in a damn crack, Chase was trying to hide it from her. Either way, I had they ass, and it was about to go down!

  I was screaming on the inside. What do I do? Do I take the earring? Do I leave it there and just take the picture? I was so confused. Why would Sajdah do this to her sister? Why would she put us in a position to have to get her ass?

  I decided to do both, just to be on the safe side. I picked the earing up and set it on the sink so that I could get a pic of the entire bathroom sink area as proof that I was there. Selah would want stone-cold facts. I had to make sure I was on point.

  After sticking the earing in my jacket pocket, I turned to wash my hands and found piece of evidence number two. The fucking bra that looked like it would match the panties in the picture was lying on top of the dirty clothes hamper in the corner. What kind of luck was I having today? This was too much even for me to handle all at once.

  I almost starting shouting like I had the Holy Ghost when I saw this. Now, there was no way to even implicate me in this shit at all. Sajdah had no clue about me, but even if Chase tried to throw me under the bus, she wouldn’t want to hear the shit. I was twerking like I was in an Uncle Luke video from the excitement. This was coming together better than expected, and I was suddenly glad I took the chance and went over there.

  I snapped a pic of that, too, since taking the bra was out of the question, kind of. There was no way to get it out the house without a big enough bag. I thought to maybe put it on over my bra, but that was just too much work, and I was already taking forever in there. I was basically stealing out of Selah’s momma’s house, so I needed to keep it basic and easy to hide, opting to just roll with the picture I took.

  By the time I got downstairs, Mr. David and Sajdah had joined Mrs. Tracey at the table for brunch. I had to keep myself from choking this bitch out in front of her parents. How dare she do her fucking sister this way, sibling rivalry to the side. How could you be so fucking vicious toward your own blood? I swear, family ain’t shit, and Sajdah just made me even happier to not have real-life sisters. If family would do you like this, strangers most definitely could not be trusted as far as you could throw their ass. Oooooohhhh, I couldn’t wait to get her! She was so fucking conniving, and I couldn’t stand it. I briefly wondered if her mom would be mad if I banged her fucking head against the table just once, but I wasn’t here for any drama. She had hers coming sooner than she thought.

  She looked like she almost lost her lunch when she saw my face pop up in that doorway. She damn sure wasn’t expecting me either, but since I saw her first, I had time to get over the initial shock without it showing on my face. This should serve as a warning that she never knew when or where I was going to pop up. I threw a knowing smile her way. I got that bitch, and I couldn’t wait to let Skye know.

  “You sure you don’t want to sit and eat, sweetie?” Mrs. Tracey asked me again, getting up to fix my plate.

  “I’m sure. I have some running to do this morning. Thanks for letting me use the facilities. I’m going to tear this up when I get in the car.” I laughed, bringing a chuckle from everyone except for Sajdah.

  I just hoped she w
as enjoying her time with her parents before all this shit hit the fan. She knew just like I did that her sister was crazy as fuck. She knew all too well the dangers of crossing Selah Gordon. This was not going to end well at all.

  I accepted the plate and the plastic cup of Mr. David’s famous peach iced tea. She walked me to the door, and I gave her another quick hug, thanking her again before leaving.

  I saw Sajdah’s car parked on the corner, and I wanted to jump out and key that shit, but she would definitely know it was me that did it, and that still wouldn’t be enough get-back for how I needed her set up. I hated that bitch with so much passion. My body felt like it was on fire when I was around her. I literally felt like I was burning from the inside out.

  I made a bee-line straight to Skye’s house to show her what I had found. I was ready to gun that bitch down in cold blood if I needed to. I would take care of her for Selah, no questions asked. I sent Skye the pics from the bathroom and refused to answer her call or text until I got to her house. We were not about to talk about that shit over the phone. You never knew who was listening in nowadays, and plotting a murder on the phone was not how the hell I was going to get caught out this bitch. Skye, of all people, should have known better.

  When I pulled up, Skye was already at the door, looking like she was ready to hurt someone. How were we going to tell Selah the news without her going off the deep end? She loved Chase, but he didn’t deserve her. He would not get to hurt her like Kevin did. Not on our watch, and never in this lifetime.

  “First of all, bitch, what were you doing over there? How did you get these pics?” Skye questioned as soon as I pulled up to her house. I wasn’t even out the car good before she started in on me.

  I couldn’t tell her the real truth. She would gun me down right on the spot. It hurt a little that I wasn’t able to tell her that I did this to protect myself more than Sajdah because I, too, had been riding Chase’s dick and digging in his pockets for a while now. I guess in hindsight, both Sajdah and I carried that same jealousy for Selah. She always got a boss dude that really looked out for her, until he did some corny shit to get his ass killed. For them to be twins, it was like she never had any trouble snagging some arm candy, but Sajdah always had a hard time for as long as I could remember. I got hooked up with some okay dudes, but none of them ever loved up on me the ways guys did Selah. It was sickening to watch, to be truthful, and low key I was always there, if for nothing else, to see the hurt before the disposal. They say some people are just born lucky, and she was proof.

  “I drove over there and asked could I use the bathroom. Fucked around and got the damn bubble guts because I was so fucking nervous. I thought I was going to have to sneak into the room, but the shit was right there in the bathroom, waiting for me like it was meant for me to find it.”

  I recapped for Skye everything that happened, and she gagged when I told her that Sajdah actually showed up while I was there. She laughed when I told her I had the drop on her first, but I been had the drop on Sajdah. That’s how I’d been able to stay on top of this shit and not get caught out there in the struggle.

  I wondered briefly if she would notice the missing earring since she obviously knew where she left the other one, but even if she did, it wasn’t like she would ask me for it. Trust me, even though she saw me, she did not want to believe in her heart that I was on to her ass like hot grits on skin. This entire scenario was a damn mess, and my heart broke for my friend.

  I watched as Skye flipped the earring in her hand, studying it like something would change. We both wanted things to be different. Too bad it wouldn’t be.

  I had spurts of feeling bad about the part I played in this mess. I’d had threesomes with Chase, sat on his face, unprotected sex, the whole nine. The threesome was a damn accident, but he wasn’t totally innocent.

  I just happened to pop up down South Street one night and saw him down there, entertaining some chicken head outside of Ishkabibbles, this cheesesteak joint right across the street from the Theater of the Living Arts. Hands down, the best steak sandwiches in the southern area of Philadelphia. I played it cool, following behind him as they made their way to his car. I had no fucking clue where Selah was and what he was telling her to get away with this kind of shit, but I always caught his simple ass doing something. I stalked and followed him so much, you would think he would have recognized my car by now.

  It was no surprise when we ended up at his house. I let him drive in as usual, and I pulled in right behind them. I turned my car off and waited for him to open his door before I ran up and ambushed both of them. The girl didn’t seem fazed in the least, and neither did he. He invited us both in and offered us drinks as we eyeballed each other across the living room. At this point, I had cum on Chase’s dick at least twenty times, so he knew I wasn’t about to tell Selah a damn thing.

  He sat in a chair midway between us both and pulled his dick out. It landed with a heavy but soft thud on his lap. Then he just sat back and continued to sip his drink like this shit was regular.

  I began to salivate immediately. I knew what that thang could do, and it was no lie to be found that I wanted it every chance I got. Homegirl beat me to it, though, and took that shit all the way to the head without gagging. I knew I should have just left at that moment, but something in me wouldn’t let this fool think he won. I kindly undressed and tipped my way over to them.

  Taking his now-rock-hard dick out of her mouth, I straddled him with my back to him and stuffed him inside my box. Homegirl didn’t miss a beat. She took her time sucking his balls and my clit, making sure to service us both. That shit got so damn intense in there as I swirled around on him and continued to ride as she ate my ass. This bitch was wild, and I wasn’t mad about it.

  I didn’t know he we all ended up down on the floor, but she eventually made herself comfortable on his face as she showed special attention to my nipples. We all rocked and moaned on the same beat until an orgasm hit us in waves that left us all stretched out.

  I got dressed without saying a word and had never spoken of it since. So, yeah, I was even more guilty than Sajdah, but I wasn’t about to get caught up in the process.

  “Let’s think on this for the weekend. We need to be sensitive to the situation. We can’t bombard her with this. We have to treat this delicately. I know her mom is planning a dinner for their dad. She was telling me about it when I saw her at work the other day. Maybe we could talk with her about it?”

  “Bitch, no!” I objected immediately. Had Skye lost her damn mind? “If we have to off her fucking daughter, she can’t know beforehand that we had something to do with it. We absolutely are not talking to Mrs. Tracey about this.” I looked at her like she had three heads. Skye could be so airheaded at times. It was sickening. I swear I was the brains of the entire operation. This bitch was trying to get us all murdered.

  “You’re right. I’m buggin’,” Skye agreed. “Let’s just wait until Monday. We need to play this correctly, but she has to know as soon as possible. I’ll keep the earring for now.”

  I gave Skye a quick hug and left so that I could process this shit. I was ready to take Chase out, but Sajdah would be a tough one. Selah adored her sister. This shit was going to break her fucking heart. We just needed her to know that we had her back regardless. Maybe no one had to die and we could just keep shit flowing the way it was. I, for one, damn sure wasn’t going to spill any of this good tea. Everything I did and knew would go with me to the grave if Sajdah wasn’t going to take the fall. Maybe this was just all a big misunderstanding.

  By the time I got home, Skye had texted to tell me that she set up a lunch date with Selah for Tuesday. We were just going to put that shit on the table and let the chips fall where they may. However Selah wanted to rock out, that’s what the hell it was going to be. Tuesday couldn’t get there fast enough. This shit was exhausting me.

  Skye

  Now or Never

  I dressed in all black like I was preparing for a fun
eral. I could not believe the shit that Vice brought to me had some weight behind it. Not that I didn’t believe Vice with that blurry-ass picture from months ago, but a part of me was really hoping it just wasn’t true. How could she do her own flesh and blood like that? There was too much available dick in the city for her to chase the same one her sister already staked claim to. Ugh, this shit had me on fire, but I knew I would have to maintain some sort of control once we broke the news to our friend. This was not going to be pretty, but it was necessary.

  Even though I knew it wasn’t, hopefully it was just a misunderstanding. All the clues were right in our face, and nothing like the half-ass info from that shit with Kevin a few years back. Vice had us do this man in, and it really wasn’t that serious. I learned from that day on to make sure shit was rock solid before moving forward.

  Kevin was just like any other man, a fucking whore, but I really did feel like he loved Selah and was just trying to break some shit off so that he could get right with her. He probably wasn’t expecting their relationship to blossom that quickly, and once he realized she was the one, he had to tie up some loose ends to really make it official. Now, keep in mind, we were on the outside looking in, and all of these thoughts were in hindsight, but when shit looked strange to us, we jumped right in feet first.

  I worked in the same building as Selah and Kevin, so it was hard for me to not see him on a consistent basis. He was a flirt. All the girls liked him, and it wasn’t lost on me when I would see him sneaking to the back bathrooms with some random, then come out looking disheveled afterward. That was where all of us went to get our lunchtime ride in on the job and not get caught. You didn’t say shit; I wouldn’t say shit. Nobody did, because if one got caught, we all went down in the fire. It was an unspoken loyalty that us freaks kept to ourselves. With this type shit, one hand washes the other. We were not supposed to be having sex at work, but sometimes you couldn’t wait until the end of the day to scratch that itch.