Married to a Brownsville Bully 2

by Jahquel J

  Married To A Brownsville Bully: Part Two

  Jahquel J.

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  Shout out to this being book #50! If you’ve been riding from the very first book – thank you for riding. If you’re just now tuning in, welcome cousin! I personally loved writing the second book to this series. It got deep at some parts and then I got teary eyed at some parts. Now, I wish I was that author that could write one or two books and be done with a series. *Sighs* I’m not and my mind won’t allow me to shut these characters up. I am trying my hand at standalones so we’ll see how that goes. This series was supposed to be two books, and that changed. Quiet to all of you that told me it would change lol. Y'all know me so well. On the real, this book will be three books long and the third book is in the works. The release date for book 3 is at the back of the book. Thank you all so much for rocking with me and my team! We appreciate your support more than you’ll ever know! Let me shut up so you can enjoy this book.

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  Erika, Jaleesa, Jaki, Jaya, and Saequan – True proof that my heart beats out of my chest.

  YASHLIEGH – YASH – LEE

  YOSHON – YO- SHAWN

  YOLANI- YO- LA- NEE

  1

  Golden

  I stood gripping the wall as I stared at the man I married. The man that I went half on a baby with, and the same man who raped and beat me in front of our son. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Grand had this smirk fixed on his face as his eyes went from Gyan to me. Gyan jumped down from the stool and ran right into my arms. Yoshon was confused and trying to read my face. He was trying to figure out what was going on? The tension in the room was so thick that Pit Pat’s sharpest knife couldn’t cut into this. She stood with her hand propped on one hip and the other hand gripping the handle of her knife. Grape stared at me confused, and I held my son tightly in my arm as I felt his tears wet my shirt.

  “The fuck is going on? How you know Fear?” Yoshon turned toward me and questioned me.

  “I… I gotta go,” I backed out of the kitchen while holding onto Gyan like my life depended on it.

  “Tell em, Golden. Why you acting shy now?”

  “Acting shy!” I screamed. This man has tortured me and made my life a complete hell because of the shit he has done for me. Me sleeping in the car, working two jobs and trying to provide for my son all while being homeless in New York City was all his fault. He was the reason for this and he had the nerve to tell me to quit acting shy?

  “You fucking raped and beat me, then left me for dead!” I screamed with tears streaming down my eyes. My hands were shaking and I couldn’t even see straight. When I testified against this man, I thought I would never have to deal with him again. I went as far as to send him divorce papers to prison and never heard anything from him. It made me sick to my stomach to know that I was legally married to this man and that he wasn’t worth the ground I walked on.

  “Nah, what the fuck you just said?”

  “Golden, why you putting on for these people? Huh? I didn’t do shit to you. All I want to do is have a relationship with my son and you took that shit away from me.”

  “I didn’t take anything away from you. You took that away from yourself when you decided that beating and raping your wife was the best choice you could make.”

  “Yoshon, what’s good with this? You fucking with my wife now or something?” he switched subjects. Yoshon was calm… he was too calm.

  “What she saying true?”

  From the corner of my eye, I could see Grape getting prepared with his piece, and making sure he was near Pit Pat. “What the hell is all of this about? Gold, this man did this to you? Nonsense, you and Gyan are shaking and terrified. Yoshon, you do what you need to do, but you don’t do it in or near our home, you hear?” Pit Pat gave him a stern warning.

  I could tell he was in a tough spot. He had me, and Gyan huddled up in fear, and then he had his grandmother, who he didn’t want to involve into anything. It was hard standing here and staring at Grand. He acted as if nothing happened and I was the one who was tripping. I knew what he did to me and so did my son. Any other little boy would have run right into his father’s arms after seeing him for the first time in a little under a year. Instead, he took off running right into my arms and stared at his father like the monster he was.

  “Look, I came to visit you and see what was up with Yolani. Last I spoke to her, she was supposed to get up with me and do business. When Grape invited me over, I thought I would catch up and talk business. As far as my fucking wife and son being here, how the fuck was I supposed to know I would walk into this?” He grabbed his car keys out his pockets.

  “Grand, I’m not asking all that shit. Did you do that shit to her?” Yoshon asked once again and stared right into his eyes.

  “Nigga, you think I’m into raping bitches? Shorty been after me since I asked for a divorce. Did she mention how the fuck she tried to kil—”

  “You promised we would never bring it up!” I screamed. “After all you’ve put me through, that’s the one thing you owe me,” I cried with tears streaming down my eyes.

  “Fuck all that shit. When you decided to get me arrested, run off with my money and my son, you broke all that shit. Want to know how perfect Golden is? She’s always been good at saving face and trying to portray herself like she’s the fucking victim. I’m the fucking victim!” he raised his voice, causing me and Gyan to jump. It was a loud roar that we had gotten accustomed to not hearing, and here he was again in the flesh, bringing us back down memory lane.

  “Grand, leave… just leave!” I screamed.

  Yoshon was trying to figure this all out. I could see from his laid-back demeanor that he was pissed and just wanted answers. “Nah, not until they know who the fuck is under their roof.”

  “Leave Dad!” Gyan called out.

  “See. She got my own son turned against me. Bet he wouldn’t be singing the same tune if he knew how you tried to kill him and yourself by doing damn near a hundred miles per house without him properly strapped to his seat. If that wasn’t enough, the crazy bitch tried to drive off a fucking cliff with my son.” He revealed a piece of my past I tried hard to forget every day.

  Yoshon, Pit Pat, and Grape’s expressions were one I wished I hadn’t witnessed. You could see the judgment and shame all in their eyes as they avoided looking at me. While Pit Pat a
nd Grape stared away, Yoshon stared at me, and I looked away. My heart was shattered and bruised.

  “Is what he saying true, Golden?”

  “Yosho—”

  “Dead all that shit, is what the fuck he just said true?” he asked again, and I was at a loss for words. It’s like I had a bunch of stuff being tossed around in my head, but I couldn’t form a sentence.

  “I’m ‘bout to dip. Tell Yolani that I’m in town and need to see her about business. Make no sense I had to come up this way anyway,” he mumbled and headed out the door.

  We fought so hard to get away from him and we finally found a small piece of happiness. Yoshon made me happy, and Gyan was so happy being around Pit Pat and Yoshon. Then, Grand came in, snatched it away, then walked out the door. Every time I felt that I was making progress, I was always knocked back down to remind me that I didn’t deserve happiness. The door closed, and I was stuck standing here with three people wanting to know answers.

  “I’ll go pack our things,” I sobbed as I pulled Gyan up to my room. There was no need to sit here and try to fix things. The look on Yoshon’s face told me everything I needed to know.

  “Mom, do we have to go? Just go and talk to Mr. Yoshon,” Gyan tried to convince me.

  “It’s much more complicated than that, baby. I’m so sorry about what I’m putting you through. You don’t know how much I love you, Gyan.” I held his face and cried to him.

  The door opened and Yoshon walked through the door. “Yo, Gee, go ahead and go finish eating,” he told Gyan, and he stood by the door.

  “You’re not going to beat her up, right?” he asked in a shaky voice.

  Yoshon’s facial expression changed. “I would never put my hands on a woman. Real men don’t hit women, you hear me?”

  “Yes,” he replied and left the room reluctantly.

  I pulled things out the draws and placed them neatly on the bed. Yoshon sat in the chair in the corner and didn’t say anything. He watched me closely as I prepared the clothes so I could pack them into my bag.

  “Why?” was all that came out his mouth.

  “Yoshon, if I told you my real story, would you have helped me? That was too much to lay on one person.”

  “You didn’t fucking let me decide that. I told you upfront that I didn’t like fucking liars and you continued to lie to me.”

  “I had to!” I cried. “You see my life. You see my husband; I didn’t know if you knew him or not. Grand does a lot of business in New York and it was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.”

  “Fucking lying to me is cool, though? Heard you.” He stood up and headed to the door. “Like I said, I’m not a fucked-up nigga, so y’all staying here. When I got you, I got you.” With that, he walked out the room door.

  I wanted to scream, grab him and demand he hold me tight because I was scared. Yet, my legs stood there stuck like cement as I watched as he closed the door behind him. There was no need for tears because they were pouring down my eyes as I watched him leave the room. Yoshon had always kept it truthful with me and all he asked was for me to do the same, and I didn’t. I lied about everything and thought that we could build something together. How stupid of me to think we could build something based on my lies. Plopping on the bed, I put my head in my hands and silently cried. Seeing the hurt on his face was enough to make me break down further. Why did shit like this always happen to me? I tried to be a good person, and I prayed and asked for forgiveness for all my sins. Why did things like this happen to always fall right into my lap? It was a question I spent years trying to figure out.

  When Grand went across my face for the first time, I asked myself the same question. Instead of leaving, I continued to be there like a dummy. God was punishing me; he had to be. He sat there and pulled me out of situations I had no business being in, and I continued to rush my dumb ass right back into those very same situations. Just as I was about to stand up, Pit Pat came into the room. Staring down at the ground, I felt like I had let her down. She had welcomed me into her home and family with open arms, and the least I could do was be open and honest with her. Instead, I continued to lie to her and her grandson while living in their home.

  “Pit P—”

  “Save it, Golden. Now, I don’t know what went on with that situation, but I do know you’re scared of that man, and your child is scared of that man. He had the right name today because soon as he walked through that door, fear was written all over you and Gyan’s face. I don’t condone how you went about lying to us when we could have helped, but you’re a mama on a mission and trying to protect your baby, so I understand. My grandson doesn’t understand, and instead of trying to give him space, you need to go in there and make it right with him and explain your actions,” she told me.

  “He hates me, Pit.”

  She came over and sat next to me, pulling me into her arms. “Yoshon couldn’t hate anybody. He may dislike you right now, but he doesn’t hate you. You have made that man the happiest I’ve seen him since his fiancée died. Make this right, Golden.” She kissed my forehead and held me for a bit longer.

  “I’m sorry for all of this. You both have done so much for me, and in return, I lied and allowed you to believe I was someone that I wasn’t.”

  “All that you’ve shown us is you. I believe you lied about your situation, but not about your characters, morals, and personality. You’re a good woman and mother, and that’s hard to lie about. Actions have always spoke louder to me than words, and that’s what your actions have told me. Take some time to clean your face up, and then go and speak to him.”

  “Okay,” I promised her. She kissed me once more and then headed out the bedroom. Once again, I was there with my thoughts, and they were running wild. Yoshon had been there for me when the world turned its back on me. He was the one to breathe life back into me and Gyan’s life.

  I should have told him about everything. Every time we were around each other I wanted to tell him about me running from my past demons. Each time I tried, it was like my mind went blank. It was as if I couldn’t speak the truth and more lies spilled out my mouth. Yoshon didn’t deserve me. I had too much baggage for him, and he deserved someone who loved and cared for him. Eva was the woman for him and I planned to tell him that when I went to apologize. If it was up to me, I would have stayed cooped in this room for the entire day. Pit Pat made me promise, and I didn’t want to let her down by not going to speak to him and make things right. My defense mechanism was to back up and run from any situation that I didn’t want to deal with. I could have stayed and faced Grand when he was released from prison, except I didn’t. I decided to take my son and run far away from this man.

  I leaned back on the bed and sighed a breath of frustration. Pit Pat had spoken through the intercom and told me that she was going to take Gyan to school this morning. Turning over on my side, I closed my eyes and let a tear escape from my eyes. Why did Grand have to come and fuck up the small piece of happiness I had in my life? For once, I was finding that smile that I hadn’t seen in close to a year, and he comes in and snatches it away in under a minute. Then, he had the nerve to lie and place the blame on me. As a wife, I was there for him through everything. Even with all the shit he put my ass through, I was still there waiting with a clean home, hot meal and a kid that was well taken care of. Grand didn’t have to do a damn thing when it came to Gyan. I taught him everything he knew and went to every doctor's appointment without him. When he first found out that we were expecting a son, he was over the moon.

  Here I was smiling and thinking I was hot shit because I had Fear, one of the biggest kingpins in Virginia’s baby in my stomach. Not to mention, it was his first son, so I was gloating as I pushed my Range Rover around and totted that big ol belly of mine around. Bitches hated me and cut their eyes whenever they seen me around. Still, I smiled and ate all that shit up because I was his one and only. Little did they know, the same Fear that everyone loved in the streets was a damn monster behind closed doors. I’ve see
n this man treat the homeless better than he treated me and his son. We were just leeches who used his money to survive. It was no surprise when he started fucking around with the same bitches that were once jealous of me. So, I went from being envied to being pitied. These bitches weren’t jealous of me anymore; they pitied me instead.

  Putting my hands over my face, I sighed loudly and put a pillow over my face. All of this was too much, and I needed a minute to myself. I promised Pit Pat I would go and speak to Yoshon, and I would. Right now, I just needed a moment to myself before I did.

  2

  Yoshon

  I woke up and saw Eva staring at me like she was a fucking nut case. Turning over, I pulled the covers over my head, but that didn’t stop her. Instead, she continued to sit there and mumble shit under her breath. There was a million places I could have went to, instead my wheels stopped at Eva’s apartment. Something told me that I should have just pulled the fuck off, but my dick told me I needed to take my anger out on something. Since I wasn’t fucking with Golden’s lying ass right now, I ended up here with Eva, and now I was regretting that shit. I had shown up a little after I left Golden’s room and spent the entire day here. Yeah, we fucked, and I took my frustrations out on her pussy. She kept trying to kiss and make it shit that it wasn’t. All I wanted was to bust this nut and hit that pussy from every angle as possible while I thought about Golden. Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I noticed I had six missing calls from Grape.

  “Why you staring at me like that?” I pulled myself up and leaned against the headboard. Eva looked away and then turned to stare at me.