When Saint Goes Marching In

by Laveen, Tiana

  “Wh…why…are…you…do…doing…this to…me?” Saint asked.

  Payton stopped bobbing and pushed her face down close to his. “Because I can, motherfucker! You’re a filthy, player ass son of a bitch that fucked me over! You know I loved you and then you disrespected me the last time we saw one another. If you aren’t going to be with me, then she won’t be with your selfish, mind-game playing ass either. Shit, I did her a favor!”

  “Whu…did…you tell…her?” Saint mustered, slowly finding some strength as he began to struggle underneath her.

  “Oh, I told her that I was screwing her husband and if she didn’t believe me, come find the yellow BMW parked in the back of the lot and come see us for herself. She came, she saw. Well, actually I’m about to cum, but she surely saw!” Payton teased.

  Saint felt the drug slowly wearing off but could still barely move. His frustration mounted as he tried to push her off to no avail. He felt her slide off of him.

  “I sure wish you could eat my pussy,” she said. “Damn, you were the best pussy eater ever, Saint. Shit, those were the good old days. Do you make your bitch pass out, too? My husband couldn’t fuck me like you could. I had to pretend that he was you, just to be able to cum.” She turned her back to him and mounted him again.

  “Nuh…nooooo!” he shouted.

  Saint reached around her waist, gripped her tightly and got her off of his dick. Payton scratched and bit at him, cursing as he tossed her forcefully to the side, not caring where she’d land. She hit her head on the back of the driver’s seat, her long, straight hair swaying and sticking to her gloss covered lips. Saint rose, opened the back car door and stumbled out. He fell, crawled, then stood back up and leaned against the car. He looked around for his shoes and phone and finally found them. He unsteadily reached down and grabbed each item, slid his underwear and pants up, then put his shoes on haphazardly as he tried almost in vain to keep his balance.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Payton screamed out as she got to her feet and moved awkwardly towards him. She grabbed his arm. He shook her off abruptly as he stumbled around, the rocks under his feet making his gait even more unsteady. “It’s too late, Saint!” she screamed out, watching him leave her behind. “She saw you! You fucked me, which means you fucked yourself, end of story.” Payton laughed. “Payback is a bitch named Payton! Don’t forget my name, bastard!”

  Saint continued to walk forward, careful to keep his head down in case anyone was close by. As he looked down, he noticed his dick, now at half mast, partially hanging out of his open zipper through the slit in his underwear. He quickly grabbed it, stuffed it back inside his underwear and zipped his pants up. His eyes glazed, still seeing double, he tried to make his way through the maze of cars.

  Please don’t let anyone notice me right now. I don’t want to embarrass her. Don’t…ask for her.

  He heard someone in the distance laugh and say, “That dude is tore up! Blame it on the alcohol!” followed by more laughter.

  He took out his cell phone as he entered the building. He leaned up against the wall, breathing heavily. The music blared, mingling in with his thoughts, causing his head to feel like it was going to explode. He avoided eye contact with anyone as he waited, listening to her cell phone ring over and over then go to voicemail. “Baby! It’s not what you think! Please answer your phone!” He quickly sent her a text message: XENIA PLEASE. SHE DRUGGED ME. I DIDN’T CHEAT. I SWEAR! WHERE ARE YOU?

  Saint waited for an hour. He sent the same text message over and over. He called Xenia’s phone repeatedly to no avail. He assumed she had left. Now, able to see more clearly, he made his way to his car and got inside.

  He rubbed his face briskly and strained as he started the car. His cell phone rang and he quickly answered, assuming it was Xenia.

  “Hey man! Tell Xenia congrats! I heard all about it. It’s on “HelloBeautiful” and “Blackplanet.” I know it’s late but I wanted to let her know Latrice and I are happy for her,” Raphael said on the other end. “Hey man, you there?” he asked after the long silence.

  “Fuck!” Saint roared so loudly and his windows shook when he pounded the steering wheel with his heavy fist.

  “Man, what’s going on?”

  Saint wiped his face. “Raphael, some real ill shit just happened. Do you remember Payton?” he began as he sped through the streets trying to get home.

  “Hell yeah, I remember Payton. She was fine, not as fine as Xenia but a close second. She was a bit possessive of you. Shit, she was even jealous of the time you and I spent together. Why?”

  “She fucked me tonight, in the parking lot at the awards show and Xenia saw it,” Saint said dully.

  “What? Saint, why in the fuck would you do some shit like that? I thought you had gotten that shit out of your system. That is fucked up, man!” Raphael scolded, his voice dripping with anger. “And you fucked your ex-broad on Xenia’s special night at the radio awards programming banquet? Saint, that is low, even for you!”

  “Shut-the-fuck- up for a minute and let me tell you what happened!” Saint screamed into his phone. “She fuckin’ drugged me, man! I didn’t volunteer for this shit! She put something in my drink – she must’ve done it while I was talking to someone. She then coaxed me out to her car and shit. The shit hit me so hard that I couldn’t even move and could barely talk. I still feel like I’m underwater right now. My head is swimmin’! She sucked my dick to make it hard then rode me and I’m telling you, God’s honest truth, I did not allow this shit. I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m fucked!”

  “What the… She raped you?” Raphael said in an incredulous whisper.

  “Yes! She texted Xenia and had her come outside and look. She set me the fuck up!” Saint spat a string of foul curses. “Xenia came out and saw us and ran off. Ain’t no coming back from this, man! Xenia won’t answer her phone.” Saint panicked as her energy continued to enter his psyche. He knew what Xenia was thinking. “I can feel her, Raphael. I’ve never felt her like this before. I’m screwed!”

  “What the hell is Payton doing out there? She’s from here, she’s from New York.”

  “It doesn’t even matter at this point why she’s here. The damage is done and there is no telling what I have waiting for me at home. She ruined Xenia’s night and she is trying to destroy my life because she is angry that I didn’t take her seriously when we were together.” Saint floored the accelerator. “She always thought we were going to get married. I married someone else. She is now divorced and pissed off – feeling like the life I have with Xenia should have been her and me instead. She has come back to fuck me up!”

  “Man, all you can do is tell Xenia the truth and hope she believes you,” Raphael said. “This is so fucked up, man.”

  “Now I not only have to face my wife about this shit, I need to go get tested for STDS and HIV! I haven’t needed a STD and HIV test in over six years. It was liberating to be settled down, faithful and committed. Raphael, I never, not even once, thought about cheating on Xenia. The thought never even crossed my mind; no matter how good another woman may have looked. I’m a flirt, but I don’t cheat on my wife. I’ve never desired to. She is the only woman I’ve ever been with since we got together, and in all this time I’ve never wondered about some new pussy. I feel sick. I feel like I just want to throw up, man. I am so in love with her. I can’t believe this is happening. My family is at stake. If I lose my family, I got nothing.”

  Saint closed his phone and rubbed his head anxiously as he approached his house. He was too upset to see the truth, so he just wondered.

  What is going to happen when I get in this house?

  * * *

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Saint sat in his car briefly before opening the seven-car garage door. His heart pounded as he watched it lift slowly, showcasing his man-toys all lined up neatly, one by one.

  His infamous white Lexus SUV, even though it was seven years old – he refused to part with it. He had t
oo many good memories attached to it. Next to that was the new car he had bought for Xenia that he would also joyride himself, her fire red Diablo with custom chrome wheels. Memories of teaching her how to drive a stick crept into his mind.

  It led to sex afterward, it always led to sex because he was so enamored with her and almost everything she did, he found sexy.

  His shiny black Harley with hand-painted blue flames was close by, along with a few other vehicles that he just had to have. Saint pulled inside and turned the car off. He closed his eyes and laid his head on the leather headrest. He immediately felt her energy again, now even stronger as his proximity to her grew.

  He opened the car door and made his way across the garage. The heaviness was debilitating. Saint felt as if his heart had been anchored to the floor with each labored step. He perspired heavily as he made his way through the dark, quiet house, and was drenched by the time he reached his bedroom door. Closing his eyes, he placed his hand on the cool doorknob and opened it slowly. The blackness filled the room like air fills a cavity – pain engulfed him immediately. He reached to turn on the light.

  “No, leave it off,” Xenia said softly. Saint’s eyes adjusted. As if he were a snake doing nocturnal hunting, a glow surrounded her, illuminating her heat. What was once cloaked in pitch was now vibrant for his eyes only. In the darkness, he saw her shapely silhouette as she sat on her side of the bed, a balled up tissue in her hand and her mascara streaked down her face in long, black, wet, jagged stripes.

  “Xenia,” Saint swallowed. “I sent you text messages, I called you. I promise you baby, I didn’t cheat on you. She put something in my drink. Please believe me.” Saint’s heart shattered as he felt her energy totally drained and her sorrow eating at his soul.

  “Saint, I took a huge gamble on you, on us,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I trusted you. I let you lead me. I never told you ‘No.’ I did everything I thought a good wife should. I followed you, and I’m not a follower, you know that. I let you take the lead and be the man – I was, I am, so in love with you, that no matter what you’ve asked of me, I’ve usually done it. I gave you two babies, two sons.”

  “Yes, you did, and I’m grateful for you giving me the two most important people, besides you, in my life.” Saint pushed his hands in his pockets as he looked down at the ground. His heart sank.

  “The pregnancy with Dakarai was hard on me, and you were there waiting on me, taking care of me. You rubbed my feet every night, came to my doctor appointments, helped even more with Hassani and got me whatever I wanted, no matter what time it was. He was born a month early, he was so small. I was worried and you were right there by my side, assuring me everything would be alright. You told me how beautiful I was, even when I’d be having horrible mood swings or complaining about all the stretch marks I was getting. You would look at me, hold me, and tell me you couldn’t have made me any better than God had, if you were asked to create your perfect mate yourself.”

  “And I meant that.” Saint briefly shut his eyes.

  “I thought I had found my Superman.” Xenia laughed – a mirthless laugh – as the tears continued to stream down her face. “Everything seemed perfect. I’ve spent the last several years just trying to make my family happy and that made me happy, too. I did everything for you, Saint. Now, our children, the children we wanted and planned, will suffer because of your actions. I never wanted to end up like my mama, struggling as a single parent.”

  “What are you talking about?” Saint asked as his eyes glossed over. “You’re not going to…”

  “Things I would have never done for another man, I did for you. You went and had sex with another woman and I thought I had secured my spot in your life by showing you how much I loved you, time and time again. Sexually, I made sure you were taken care of and then some. My mama always told me, do what you have to do for your man because whatever you won’t do, another woman will. I don’t recall anything you wanted to try that I didn’t at least try once, and believe you me, Saint, you’ve asked for some pretty raunchy shit! I did it, because I love you and wanted you to be happy and never have to wonder about another bitch taking my place or you feeling like I wasn’t playing for keeps. I know you have a high sex drive; I’ve known that since the day we met. I’ve tried to keep up – I loved making love to you so it wasn’t hard to want to in the first place but you’re just greedy, Saint. Two, three, sometimes even four times a day haven’t been enough! You had to go and get someone else, too.”

  “Xenia, I didn’t…”

  “I gave you my body completely. I trusted you. I knew with the way we loved one another, everything with you would be different, and it was – or so I thought it was. I see I wasn’t enough after all I’ve done for you.” Xenia’s entire body trembled with anger and sadness. “You got my pussy, my mouth and my even my ass anytime you wanted it. You got to tie me up, flip me around, fuck me in public, blindfold me, fuck me upside down, in your cars – I don’t know how many times – on your boat, all over this damn house and we even fucked on your desk a few times in your office at work because that was your fantasy!” Xenia sniffed. “I always tried to stay creative, buying outfits for role-play, I tried to make sure you’d never look at another woman for sex and I thought you were happy. You told me you were, but you lied. Your appetite is limitless. But worse of all, is the cruelty.”

  “Xenia, I need you to believe…”

  “Don’t say another goddamn word to me! Just shut your mouth!” Xenia screamed as she pointed her shaky finger up at him. “I’m not finished speaking. You made me crave you! You had me begging you to do all kinds of crazy shit to me, like I was half out of my mind. You turned me out, made me your willing sexual slave. You’re a bottomless well, Saint. There is no filling you up or making you whole. You’re a whore and you’ll always be a whore!”

  “Why won’t you believe me, Xenia?” Saint asked, unable to keep the begging from his voice.

  “Just like Stacy tried to warn me, you’d never stop needing more women. You were a whore for too long to be able just to snap out of that. It’s in you, it’s who you are. What I do know is that it’s not who I am. You’ve broken my heart completely. I wish I had never met you! That day you came into the studio for the first time was the worst day of my life, I just didn’t know it. Then I foolishly allowed myself to get seduced by you, and you did some shit that blew my mind, and I was addicted to you from that point forward and you knew that was what would happen. You’re like heroine, Saint, and you’re no good for me. The best thing that came from you was from your dick, but not for the reason you think. At least I got two wonderful children out of the deal. Too bad their father is a fucking, lying ass slut!”

  Saint shook his head, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her while he chewed his inner jaw. He narrowed his eyes in the darkness, trying to see the details of her face, but couldn’t. His emotions swung wildly from anger to sadness. He could feel it, though it was naked to the eye – the purple haze slowly flowing from his nostrils as his heart thumped harshly. His entire body felt hot, from head to toe. The flames grew deep inside him as his anger threatened to burst forth. He knew he was losing her, and now his body and sixth sense were malfunctioning like water thrown on open circuitry, upon the sudden awareness.

  “I honestly didn’t think you’d ever do anything like this to me!” Xenia continued. “I’m so stupid. Like you always told me, when someone shows you who they are, believe them! You messed around on me, the woman who did everything for you!”

  “I didn’t, Xenia,” Saint uttered from his position just inside the doorway.

  “Just shut up, Saint! I really can’t even believe this is happening.”

  Saint shut his eyes. The whites had turned red and though he couldn’t see the color change, he felt it. They glowed like flames. He tried everything in his power to extinguish the emotions that fueled the psychic glitches as his spirit communicated with his soul mate. He couldn’t reach her and now hi
s frustration was mounting. He felt her further slipping away, while his desperation increased.

  “Now I see, though. I see you were mad about me going back into radio. You fucked me over on my award night. You probably had this shit planned.” Xenia’s voice quaked as she cried a river. Goose bumps covering her arms and legs. “And our children? Look what you’ve done to our family. How can you be a role model for two young boys who will become young men? How can you teach them about love and sex when their own father couldn’t keep his dick in his pants?”

  Saint opened his eyes and stepped closer. She looked up at him as he now stood just in front of her. He’d successfully pushed the anger away and made his eyes return to their natural, off white color.

  He looked into her eyes, and saw her face better. The black make-up pooled on her cheeks and streaked down like zebra stripes. He reached to touch her face but she turned quickly away.

  He lowered his hand and fisted it at his side.

  “Xenia, I’m telling you the truth.” He swallowed hard. “None of what you’re saying is true because I didn’t do it.”

  She gave a mocking laugh. “You must think I’m dumb as hell, Saint! No, I’m not from New York. I don’t have that born hustle that you have but I’m far from stupid. I have street smarts, you must not know about me. I thought you did, Mister Psychic. Don’t try to play me.”

  “Xenia, I’m telling you the truth! All this time you’ve known me, have you ever thought even one time that I was fucking around you? You know you haven’t so why all of a sudden, tonight, on this night of all nights, would I fuck another woman and then let her have my phone and call you, text you, so that we could be where we are here, right here, right now? Don’t you think I’m smoother than that? I’ve always been upfront with past women. I let them know they weren’t the only ones and when I decided I wanted to commit, when I had found the one, my one, that being you, I never thought about boning anyone else, ever. I had to have been incapacitated for this sort of shit to go down! She fucking drugged me and sexed me without my permission!” Saint yelled. “I’m the victim here. She is mad at me for how I had treated her in the past. This woman is an ex-girlfriend of mine, Xenia. I saw her a few months ago and…”