by Amour
She was on a mission, and Trist was not it. While driving down to the airport, she began to wonder why she was feeling him so much. He was a no-good nigga. Maybe it was the dick that had her checking for him. She wasn’t sure. He made her feel good, and in her lifetime, only one other person had done that for her. That was Omar. She decided she needed to be in Chicago. She needed to get her sister and her man back.
When I arrived in Chicago, I wondered how this would go. I didn’t know if I would make it to my sister or if the Feds would get to me first. I had to try my luck, either way it went. I had no bags, only my purse. I knew I would have to buy everything I needed for my stay here. I went to the front desk to rent a car.
While in Atlanta, I had gotten myself a new identity for my new look. The lady smiled at me and told me what my car choices were. I decided just to take the Nissan Altima. She told me to wait out front and an employee would drive it to the door for me. There were a lot of people, both male and female, staring at my ass. I didn’t care as long as they weren’t staring at my face. I walked outside and waited for the Nissan. When it finally pulled up, the employee got out and stood there staring.
“Is this for Crystal?” I asked.
He was still, like he had seen a ghost. “Y-y-yeah,” he finally answered as he extended his arm to hand me the keys. I grabbed them and walked over to the driver’s side. I didn’t know what had him frozen, but whatever it was, I had no time to figure it out.
I headed to the last place that I’d called home before I fled to Atlanta, Omar’s house. I didn’t know if he had moved on or if things were still the same, but it would be worth a try. His Charger was in front of the house, so I knew he was home. I prayed he didn’t have a new girl. I wouldn’t be able to handle that heartbreak.
I parked my car behind his and turned it off. I sat in the car for a minute, deciding if this was the smart thing to do. I was here now, so why not? I got out of the car and looked myself over. I was wearing some skinny jeans and an orange baby doll shirt that flared at the bottom. I had some leopard pumps on and carried a brown Gucci purse. I felt cute.
I slowly walked up to his door. I sighed before I knocked. All I could do was hope for the best. He came to the door without a shirt on his back. His tattoo-covered body looked sexy. I smiled.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Can I come in?” I asked as I peeked into his house.
“Huh?” he answered. I had totally forgotten that I had had the surgery done and I didn’t look the same anymore
“It’s me. Angel,” I said, hoping that he cared and the feelings were still there. He looked at me for a good minute before he responded.
“Angel,” he repeated.
I nodded my head.
He grabbed me and hugged me so tight that I could barely breathe. He moved out of the way and let me in. He closed the door behind us, and I went straight to the couch. We had a lot of catching up to do. He sat next to me. His body was close to mine, and it made me wet.
“You were at KOD Urban Week,” he said while pointing his finger at me. I was ashamed, but I admitted it.
“You had Luxury all in ya’ damn face too,” I said, deciding to throw that in there.
“She’s a stripper, and it’s a strip club. I don’t want that ho,” he assured me. “All I want is you.” He softly kissed me on my lips. I felt my juices start to flow more. I hadn’t had a piece of dick since Face, and that was way too long ago. I was yearning for it, and being that I missed him and he missed me, I knew this was going to be epic.
He picked me up and carried me up the stairs. It felt so good to be in his arms. It felt like home. He laid me down on the bed and unbuckled my pants. I lifted my ass and pulled my pants and panties down. I kicked off my pumps, and then I pulled my pants and panties from around my legs. He put his head between my legs and spread my pussy lips. He hadn’t even started eating me out and my body was already tingling.
I was ready.
He twirled his tongue in circles on my clit. I arched my back and held on to the headboard. He started nibbling on it and then sucking on it gently. I wanted to cry. It felt so good, and I wanted more. My legs started to close, and I inched to the top of the bed. He grabbed my legs tighter and lifted his head.
“Where you going?” he asked, looking sexy.
I smiled and shook my head. He then crawled his way up and slid his long, thick dick inside of me. This was the moment that I had been waiting for. He twirled his dick in a circular motion inside of me as I grabbed his back and stuck my nails in it. It felt so good. He lay down on me and grabbed my shoulders to help him bounce me on his dick better. I moaned and pulled him closer to me to get his dick farther inside.
“I missed you,” he whispered in my ear.
“I missed you more,” I moaned.
I really did miss him, but this moment was worth the wait. He lifted my leg up in the air and flipped me over, placing me in the doggy-style position. I lifted myself up and arched my back to serve him better. He started humping me slowly and then sped up. I threw it back at him, and then he stopped and let me do all the work. He sat on his knees, and I bounced on his dick. I had a flashback of Mike and Nicole at the airport. I became pissed all over again. I thrust hard and fast, mad at the world.
“Baby, baby, it’s so good,” Omar moaned.
I stopped humping and started grinding. I cupped my titties, giving it to him good. When Mike found out that I had fucked another man, he would be pissed. He deserved to be mad. Fuck him, I thought as Omar came inside of me.
He held me tight and continued whispering “I love you” in my ear. As we lay down, both of our bodies dripped sweat. I was tired, and I was sure he was too. We fell asleep in no time.
When I woke up, it was dark outside and Omar was nowhere to be found. I looked at my phone, which was on vibrate. I saw that Cliff had been blowing my phone up. I took the battery out and put both the battery and my phone back in my purse.
Omar came into the room.
“Where were you, baby?” I asked as I stood up to hug him.
He smiled. “You act like we didn’t just get done fucking.”
We both decided take a shower. We washed each other’s bodies off, and when we were done, we dried each other off. Later he cooked spaghetti and fish for us, and we sat at the table with candles lit between us.
“So what made you come back?” Omar asked. He was free balling in his all-black basketball shorts.
“My little sister,” I answered.
“You got a sister?” he asked, as if he didn’t know that already.
“Yeah. Didn’t you meet her before?” I asked him. I was almost certain that she had let him in my house before.
He shook his head no, which left me confused.
“Well, after I get her, you guys are going to have to meet.”
He asked me what life was like in Atlanta, and I began telling him about my bittersweet life with Cliff. He told me that he had gotten a girlfriend, but she was in New York for her family reunion. That spoiled my appetite.
“Do you love her?” I asked, praying that he didn’t.
He shook his head yeah. I could’ve cried. I had pictured that we would be together in the long run. What was I thinking when I believed he would wait for me? I was gone only three months, and he was already with someone new.
He told me that they already had relations before I left. Once I left, he told me they had gotten closer. I just sat and smiled, like I was happy for him, when in reality I was sick to my stomach. I wanted Omar for myself, and I strongly believed we were meant to be.
Home wasn’t so sweet, after all.
Chapter 19
I decided that being under Omar, knowing that his heart was with someone else, was not a smart choice. I figured I would spend only one night at his house and the rest at a hotel. My feet rested in his lap as we sat on the couch, talking. I was telling him about Cliff and how abusive he was to me.
“Word. You ain�
��t know about him beating his old girlfriend?” he asked.
I shook my head no. “I mean, not previously. I didn’t know until we were already. By then, it was too late,” I explained. Personally, I had never heard of the man until I had met him at the law firm.
“Yeah, Beautyful, the stripper that be with Luxury, was his old girl, but now she turned out,” he said.
I sat there in a daze. I didn’t even know that they used to be together. They had never talked about it or given me the impression that they had a past. Then I remembered her encouraging me to leave him alone.
It was a small world.
“Yeah, his brother, Tristan, had a thing for me too, which made Cliff watch me like a hawk instead of his brother.”
“He got a brother?” he asked.
“Yeah. Well, at least he said that was his brother,” I replied, unsure at this point.
“Naw, that nigga ain’t got no brother. That’s my favorite boxer. I would know,” he said as he rubbed my feet. “As a matter of fact, I don’t even know of him hanging with a nigga by that name.”
It was like he was accusing me of lying about Trist. What would be my reason for lying about his existence? I hated more than anything to be called a liar indirectly, so I instantly got pissed. I moved my legs from his lap and placed my feet on the floor. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. I was ready to go. It was a new day, and it was the day to go and get my little sister.
First, I needed to get some clothes. I told Omar that I would be back. I had to go shopping. To my surprise, he wanted to accompany me. I didn’t really want him tagging along, but I wasn’t going to be cruel and tell him no. I decided, since he was joining, he would be paying.
We headed to Chicago Premium Outlets I just needed something to put on for that day. I would worry about the rest of the days as they came about. After he bought me all the things I needed for the day, we went back to his house so that I could shower and get dressed.
Done with my hot shower, I walked out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around me. Omar stood up and looked at my legs.
“What happened?” he asked.
I walked past him and sat on the bed. I wasn’t in the mood for him to feel sorry for me. I didn’t need the pity. I continued to dry off in silence. Omar sat next to me and watched me. My legs still looked pretty bad, but they were healing. Welts covered the majority of my legs, and they were dark marks, too. They were very noticeable.
“You need to leave him, Angel,” he warned, as if I wasn’t aware.
I turned to him. “I know that, Omar. It’s just right now he’s all I have to get by.” I was praying he’d understand, but at the same time I didn’t need his understanding. He was involved with someone else, and I didn’t matter to him any longer.
“You can get by. You don’t need him,” he said.
I wished those statements were true, but deep inside, I knew they weren’t. I had no job and little money. Now that I was bringing my sister along with me, I needed some guaranteed money. Everything needed to be guaranteed because she depended on me.
“Angel, I really wish that me and you could have turned out a lot differently,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder. I wished the same, but that was wishful thinking. It was too late now.
I stood up to put my clothes on, and after I was done with that, I was out the door. I told Omar that I was going to visit my mom and that I wanted to go alone. He nodded his head as if he understood. He told me to promise that I’d come back. I did, highly doubting that I would.
For some odd reason, I wanted to drive past my mother’s house. After I did, I circled the house, stopped, and put my car in park. I sat in front of her house and cried. I sat and reminisced about how things were before I became a teenager and how they suddenly changed when I became one. We used to be like best friends.
I had always said we never had that bond, but we did. When it faded away, it felt like it had never existed. She was coldhearted toward me. She was very manipulative. She just didn’t care for me anymore. Tears rolled down my face as I reflected on the day I came back and how she looked. She was thin and sickly. I finally felt as though she cared. Finally, I mattered, and then she was gone. I took my car out of park and headed across town to Tiffany’s house.
When I arrived at Tiffany’s, her kids were in the front yard, running around. There was no sign of Crystal. Maybe she’s in the house and doesn’t want to come out and play. She never was a fan of the sun. I walked up to the door and knocked loudly. Her door was open, but she kept the outside out with her screen door.
Tiffany came to the door with a look of worry on her face. She looked the same as she did when we used to hang together. She was holding a baby who appeared to be six or seven months old.
“Yes?” she asked.
“It’s me, Angel,” I said, realizing she didn’t know who I was because of the surgery.
“Angel,” she said in shock.
“Yes. Angel,” I repeated.
Her eyes got big, and she shut her door in my face. I was baffled. What was wrong with her? I knocked on the door again.
She opened it and said, “You’re wanted for murder, Angel.”
“I know that, but I came to get Crystal.” For some odd reason I felt like she was trying to keep me from my sister.
“Angel, there is no Crystal here.”
“What?”
“You’ve been calling and asking me about her, and I don’t know her. Honey, I don’t have her,” she said calmly.
She must have been mistaken, because she came to pick Crystal up from my house the day I fled town. I reminded her of that.
“No, Angel. I didn’t. The only Crystal I know is you.” She was still talking very calmly. “Remember when we were younger, your mom used to always call you by your middle name, Crystal,” she said, trying to refresh my memory.
I stood there looking dumbfounded. I really couldn’t remember my childhood, other than the way my mother treated me. She told me that I needed to go seek some help and take my medication. She also told me that I wasn’t safe in Chicago.
I told her, “Thank you.” Then I left her premises. Before pulling off, I sat in front of her house in my car in deep thought.
How could she tell me that my sister didn’t exist? I had raised her for the past three years. I knew I wasn’t imagining her. I couldn’t be. The only person that could tell me anything I needed to know about my life was my mother, but she was gone.
Crystal does exist, Angel, I thought to myself. I decided to ride past my mother’s house one last time. I needed to sit and think about where my sister could be. I assumed that she missed me and had run away and that Tiffany had played the “Angel is crazy” card on me because she felt bad.
I parked my car in front of my mother’s house and cut off the engine. I sat there gazing out of my car door window, daydreaming. Someone knocked on my window. I jumped and looked. I was startled.
It was my mom. Now I knew I was crazy. She was dead . . . or was she? She was looking hard in the window. I figured she was trying to figure out who was parked in front of her house.
“Let down the damn window, ” she said.
I started the car and lowered the window hesitantly.
“What are you doing here? Who you looking for, lady?” she asked me.
“Mom? I thought you were dead,” I cried.
“Mom?” she asked, with a puzzled look on her face. She stared at me for what seemed like forever. “Crystal?” she said, not really sure.
I was still in awe, trying to figure out if this really was my mom who stood before me or if I was having another one of my episodes. I told her that I came back for Crystal. She gave me this pitiful look that said she felt sorry for me.
“Baby, you really need your meds.” Tears formed in her eyes. She opened the passenger door and told me to come in her house. I cut the car off once again and followed her inside her house. I sat down on the couch, a
nd my mother sat down next to me.
“Listen, baby. There is no Crystal,” she told me sadly.
I stared at her bony face, not believing a word she said. “How can you deny your own child?” I responded. My mother hadn’t changed a bit.
“Listen, if you were taking your medicine like you were supposed to, you would know that Crystal is not your little sister. Your name is Crystal. Angel Crystal Jacobs.”
It made perfect sense, but I knew that I had a sister and that I took care of her.
“After you, I couldn’t have any more kids,” she explained, moving closer to me. “You’re not even stable enough to look after a kid.”
Tears slowly fell from her eyes, and I knew she was hurt to see me like this.
“Mom, I know Crystal exists. How dare you call me a liar!”
“Angel, as hard as it is for me to be the one to tell you that Crystal is just a character you made up to run away from the bad things you were actually experiencing, I want you to face your problems. Baby, there is no little sister named Crystal.”
I still wasn’t convinced. I still wanted to believe she was lying.
She placed her hand on my thigh and began pouring her heart out.
“Look, we’ve been at it for far too long. My days are coming to an end, and I don’t wanna die knowing that I left you confused and alone.” Tears welled up in her eyes, which made me cry even harder. “You were my only child, and I loved you more than I loved myself. Your father used to go in your room and molest you. Then, shortly after he started that, you smoked some bad weed and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.”
She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath.
My mind was racing as I recalled smoking with Davon at a party.
“You were dating that boy Mike, and that’s all you remember. Whenever you would have a breakdown, you’d always mention his name. You blame him for you losing your baby because you thought he was the father, but he wasn’t.” She paused