by Prenisha Aja
Why the fuck couldn’t he open the door? He was the man and he knew just like I knew, why Sawyer was here.
“You the one with the damn gun,” I said, scared for the both of us.
Boom!
The door to my house was kicked in and about four niggas barged into my house behind Sawyer with their guns raised, as if this was a home invasion.
I didn’t know why, but I lifted my hands in the air as I began to think of what I could say to get him to calm down. To not hurt me and to not kill Spencer.
Sawyer knew what he was doing by waiting until nightfall. He and the guys that came with him were dressed in all black and even had on black masks, right along with black gloves on their hands.
Since I had been with him for years, I had watched him plenty of times dress up in all black when he was going to murk someone and most of the time, he didn’t put on all black unless he was about to snatch someone’s soul from them.
“So, I have two questions!” he asked, pointing his gun right at Spencer, who was now shaken up.
The cigarette that he had in his mouth, had fallen out and it was currently burning a hole through my sofa. And even though Spencer possessed a gun just like everyone else, it was no match. He was outnumbered.
“Have y’all lost your fucking minds? And how the fuck do you want to die?” Sawyer asked.
The way his voice carried no emotion, let me know he was dead serious. But in my heart, I could only hope he would spare me because I was the mother of his child. How could he kill me?
“Sawyer, she started it with me. I swear.” I began to say anything. I didn’t care if it was the truth or not.
“Shut the fuck up Kelia.” He turned his gun on me and I began to cry. I mean, I was sobbing hard as hell. I was crying so hard that I could barely breathe.
“The fuck you crying for? You weren’t crying when you were out there fucking with my girl,” he seethed, pissed off.
I couldn’t see his face, but his voice alone sent chills down my spine and had me wishing that I could go back in time and not even say anything to that bitch.
“Sawyer, I didn’t put my hands on her though. It was all him.” I threw Spencer under the bus and he looked at me, and if looks could kill he would have killed me.
“You bitch,” Spencer hissed, turning his gun and pointing it at me.
You could hear Sawyer’s laughter fill the room as Spencer looked at me, shocked that I had turned on him like that. But it was either him or me, and it wasn’t going to be me. Shit, I wanted Spencer out of my life anyways so what better way than to just let Sawyer kill his ass now?
“I can’t fucking believe this shit. You think that you about to throw me under the bus and don’t shit happen to you?” he asked, giving me that look I knew all too well.
The one that I always had to witness right before he spazzed out.
“Is this how we doing it?” he asked, with his gun still pointed on me.
It was crazy how the tables had turned. I didn’t have to worry about Sawyer’s ass killing me, but this nigga… Fuck my life.
“Spenc—”
POW!
My body froze, my hands shook, and my heart felt like it had stopped. I closed my eyes, then opened them again.
“Enough of that shit.” Sawyer had shot up into the ceiling, causing Spencer to drop to the floor and for me to just freeze and not be able to move or speak.
“Aye, y’all get the both of them, tie their asses up and throw them in the back of the fucking car,” Sawyer ordered, and his boys began to move in closer on us.
“Shoot that fucking gun and I swear to God, you die right now,” one of the males roared as Spencer tried to pick the gun back up after he had dropped it when Sawyer had let off that shot.
Surrendering, Spencer raised his hands in the air as the guy got behind him, pulling out some rope. Before tying it around his arms, he grabbed his gun and hit him upside the head, causing Spencer to come crashing to the floor, like a heavy log. His body made a loud thud noise as blood gushed a little bit from his head.
I watched on as a guy dressed in all black just like Sawyer, tied Spencer’s arms behind his back and lifted him up as if he wasn’t a big nigga and carried him out of the door, over his shoulders like it was nothing.
“Now you,” the other guy said, and I began to tremble.
“Sawyer, please don’t do this. I’m sorry. I swear I won’t say nothing else to her,” I began pleading and crying. I was on my knees now, with my hands clamped together, begging him to have mercy on me but the moment he turned his back on me, I knew I didn’t have a chance.
“Tie her ass up too,” he ordered and walked out of the house.
I began kicking and screaming, trying to fight the guy back.
“Don’t fucking touch me. Don’t touch me. Sawyer! Sawyer!” I yelled for my baby daddy but that didn’t help me any.
“Listen bitch, you about to make me put a bullet in yo’ shit right now if you don’t quit this shit,” one of the guys barked, causing me to shut the fuck up.
The next thing I knew, he pulled out a rag and covered my face with it. Within seconds, my eyes began to get heavy and before I knew it, everything was black.
“Ahhh,” I screamed at the fact I had been dashed with cold water.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a dark room; the only light that showed came from underneath the door. The room had a cool chill to it that had me shivering. My arms were tied behind my back and to a pole, and my feet were tied to the legs of the chair that I was sitting in. I couldn’t move and it was driving me crazy. I felt caged in and the fact that I couldn’t see made me feel like I was in a horror movie. I didn’t know who was standing in front of me, and it had me on edge.
“Please. Please don’t kill me,” I began to beg whoever was in front of me.
I didn’t know if it was Sawyer or someone else, but I was terrified.
“Hit the lights,” I heard Sawyer say as the lights came on, blinding me.
Adjusting my eyes to the light, when I finally could focus my vision, I screamed. There across from me was Spencer, tied up with his head hanging as blood leaked out and his brain matter decorated the ground. I assumed he had been shot in the head. Even though I heard about people being killed and I knew how Sawyer got down, never had I ever witnessed this type of shit. I was scarred for life.
“Now Kelia, out of everyone on this fucking planet, you know how the fuck I get down. I don’t know why you didn’t warn your little boyfriend about me. I really hate that you let some fuck ass nigga get you mixed up in some fuck ass shit.” He tugged on his beard as he looked at me.
“Now you got me trying to figure out if I want to kill you or do I want to spare your life, ONLY for our fuckin’ son’s sake. I would hate to have to tell him his mom was murdered.” He shook his head as he reached behind his back and retrieved his gun.
Sawyer pointed the gun at me, and I just closed my eyes and began to pray to God. I ain’t never prayed so hard in my life, but I was praying right now. I swear, I just needed him to come through for me and I would change my whole life around, and that was on my son.
“Kelia,” Sawyer hollered my name causing me to stop in the middle of my prayer and look up at him.
I could see it in his eyes that he was disappointed in me. That he hated that I had let it come to this. He wore a scowl on his handsome brown face, as he curved his lip up and then lowered his gun.
Exhaling heavily, I cried. I was so happy that Sawyer had decided not to kill me, but I knew now things would never be the same between us.
I looked up at him and he was still mugging me. Sawyer began walking over to me and grabbed my face tightly, squeezing my cheeks.
“I know normally yo’ ass like to call the cops and shit, but just know I am not playing these games with you no more. Report anything and I’ll have yo’ ass killed before the police can even find me. Stay in your fucking place, and you will not be able to see our son until further notic
e. Thank God and your son because they are the only reason why you are still breathing.” He roughly let my face go and walked away.
“Take her ass back to her house,” he told old dude, whose face was still covered.
The guy who Sawyer ordered to take me home, walked over to me and put that same shit over my face to knock me out.
Waking up, I was now back at home, laying on my couch. Sitting up, I looked around and I felt numb, but I was thankful to still be breathing. I looked down at the carpet and was surprised to see that there was no blood there, and I knew I remembered Spencer’s head leaking from the impact of the gun.
I got up and my front door looked as if it had never been kicked down. Covering my mouth, I walked over to it, opened it and peeked outside. Spencer’s car was gone too.
Whimpering, I closed my door back as the image of Spencer’s dead body entered my mind. This was fucked up, but I knew this was how shit worked in the hood.
Sawyer
A week had gone by and that shit with my baby mama and her now dead ass ex was still on my mind. I never wanted to have to go back to the nigga that I had retired from but when I got back from my show, I was livid when Brynlee told me about what had happened to her at the car wash.
I mean, that nigga had it coming. For him to put his hands around her fucking throat sealed it for him. Shit, for him even stepping to her was a good enough reason for me to put a bullet in his ass. Shit, he had been testing me for too long anyways, so now he was somewhere burnt up, cut into pieces, or buried. Fuck, I didn’t know. I had some of my lil’ niggas who I used to fuck with whenever I was heavy into the streets handle that shit for me.
I paid their asses and they did it with no problem. It was nothing for them though. This was the life of being raised around the hood. We saw this type of shit every day or were either the ones causing the murders.
Exhaling, I took the rest of the D’USSÉ to the head and went into the bedroom, where Brynlee was sound asleep.
I couldn’t sleep, which was why I hadn’t gotten in the bed with her and her ass had been sleep since we ate a big ass dinner.
She kept trying to deny the fact that she was pregnant, but I felt that shit. Not that I was pushing for a kid, but I wasn’t preventing it either. Every time we fucked, I nutted all up in her shit. I did that the first day I met her, so I didn’t see no reason on stopping now. She was mine and I swear she wasn’t going nowhere.
Walking into the room, there she laid with half her ass from underneath the covers. She had all the right side of her exposed causing my dick to get hard as fuck.
I slipped out of my pajama pants and slid right between her legs, face first. I picked her up by her waist and as I laid on my stomach, I lifted the bottom half of her body, so that her pussy could be angled right in my face.
“Sawyer I’m sleepy,” she whined lowly, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was still about to eat the fuck out her pussy until she woke that ass up.
Coming closer to her pussy, I let my tongue slowly glide from the top of her ass crack all the way to the front of her pretty ass pussy. I hadn’t even gone to work on it yet and she was already leaking like a broken faucet. Her shit was dripping, and it turned me on even more.
Using my tongue, I licked her cream up like it was some whip cream, dipping my tongue in and out of her center.
“Mhmm,” she moaned out as I continued to make love to her pussy with my mouth.
“Get on your knees for me baby,” I told her, and she did just that.
She got on her knees and had her ass in the air, with her pussy smiling at me. I lifted myself up a little bit, opened her pussy up a little wider and began to French kiss that pretty motherfucka.
“You taste good as fuck baby,” I let her know as I kissed it again.
I then stuck my finger inside of her warm, juicy pussy and guided my fingers in and out, causing her body to shake. As I played with her pussy, I watched with amusement at how wet it was getting. Her shit sounded just how macaroni, so you know that shit was wet as fuck.
Not being able to hold back anymore, I dipped my fingers into her one last time, pulled them out then stuck them in my mouth. I then lowered myself and placed a kiss against her bottom lips before I positioned myself behind her.
I stroked my dick a few times, as I brought it to her opening. When the head of my dick touched the center of her pussy, I inhaled as I worked my way into her. Her shit was still tight, and I swear my dick loved being snuggled up in her shit. It was like it knew it was home and when I got all the way up in there, my body relaxed. All the stress I was feeling faded away.
Her pussy had me feeling like I was ready to fucking work on new music and push harder. Being up in her pussy motivated a nigga.
“This pussy is too good,” I told her as I steadied my strokes.
It was crazy that any other time I could fuck a bitch and know for a fact that I wasn’t going to nut quick, but since I felt some type of connection to Brynlee it made everything that much more sensitive. It made me feel like I was losing my damn touch, and I wasn’t feeling that.
I knew that I needed to zone out and think about some other shit, just so I wouldn’t nut no time soon. I wanted to take my time in this shit and enjoy how good it was but the way my shit was already rising to the head of my dick, I ain’t know how much longer I was going to go, and I had just got up in it.
Think of something else nigga, I told myself as I slow stroked her.
Zoning out, I began to think of some shit that made me angry and I began to bang her shit up. It was gushing everywhere.
“Brynlee, are you going to ever give my shit away?” I asked her, smacking her on the ass.
I was thinking about how her ass left me to go back to that fuck ass nigga and I still couldn’t believe she played me only to get played.
“Brynlee, fucking answer me.” I dug deep, causing her to moan out.
Pulling my dick out, I turned her over on her back, picked her legs up and bent them down as far back as I could. I now had full access to go as deep as I wanted to.
“Answer me! Are you going to give my pussy away?”
“No daddy, I’m not,” she screamed out.
“Who pussy is this?” I now had my hands around her throat, not strong enough to choke her ass out, however, it was turning her on because she was even wetter.
“Sawyer, it’s your pussy. Forever,” she screamed.
When the word forever left her mouth, I was no more good. Hearing that forever shit caused me to release.
“Fuck,” I moaned out as I dug deep enough to touch her soul.
I pulled out and fell next to her and pulled her close to me. “Hearing you say forever made me weak.” I chuckled.
She looked at me, laughed and then her face scrunched up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her as she held her stomach.
“My stomach is just cramping a little bit,” she stated, getting out of the bed and going into the bathroom.
Hearing her throwing up, I knew I needed to get up and check on her.
“You good in here?”
“No, I’m not feeling too well. I’m also bleeding but it could be my period,” she stated, looking terrified.
“So, what you want to do?” I asked her, because I knew that this was probably scary for her and I would rather us be cautious than to play it off as her period and shit.
“I don’t know,” her voice was a little shaky as she held her head down in between her hands.
“Listen baby, get cleaned up, let’s put some clothes on and head out to make sure everything is good,” I let her know.
She looked up at me with glossy eyes and nodded.
Seeing her saddened expression, I walked into the bathroom, invading her privacy. I kissed her on the cheek then cupped her chin. “Everything is going to be ok. I promise.”
Brynlee gave me a faint smile and I kissed her one more time as I let her get cleaned up. I went to the guest bathroom to get cleaned up and d
ressed so that we could head out and go to the emergency room to make sure everything was good with her.
We were now at the emergency room and they had made Brynlee pee in a cup, they took blood and ran different tests. She and I had been sitting in this cold ass room waiting patiently for them to come back and tell us something.
Since we had been here, she hadn’t done too much more bleeding so that kind of exed out her thinking it was her period. Brynlee didn’t believe me, but I knew they were going to come back in here and tell me her ass was pregnant, but she was being stubborn and in denial.
Looking over at her, she was biting down on her lip nervously. She had her hair brushed to the back in a low ponytail and she had on no makeup, yet her brown skin still glowed underneath the bright lights in the room. She was so fucking gorgeous to me.
“Hey baby,” I got her attention. “You beautiful as fuck.” I winked at her causing her to smile at me.
“Thank you. You not that bad yourself.”
I looked at Brynlee and it was like I could see my whole future with her. It was crazy to me because when I first started dating Kelia, never once did I see our future together. I knew I loved her ass and all that shit but for some reason, I couldn’t see past where we were.
But with Brynlee, I could see that shit. I could see myself waking up every morning, watching her beautiful ass sleep.
Knock. Knock.
There was a light knock on the door, but it wasn’t the nurse that had ran all of Brynlee’s test. This doctor was actually very beautiful. She looked young too. She was a black woman with a natural fro on top of her head, and her skin was dark and smooth. She glistened just as bright as her smile that she flashed us. She wasn’t a woman that you would classify as fine, but beautiful.
“Hello, how are y’all doing today? My name is Doctor Johnson,” she greeted, introducing herself, as she scanned through the papers that she had on the clipboard.
“We’re ok,” Brynlee answered.
“That’s good. Well, according to your test, you two are expecting.” She smiled, giving us the good news.