by Jahquel J
“Shit,” he grunted as he cupped his hands around my waist and flipped me on top of him.
I moved my hips as I started to bounce up and down while my hands were planted on his pecks. I tossed my head back as I felt all the tension and stress I had been feeling melt away. I lifted my ass up and plopped it back down while he played with my nipples between his fingers. Once he got tired, he held onto my hips and flipped me back over. Holding one of my legs to the headboard, he slammed himself into me as he bit his bottom lip. Tears came to my eyes with how good he was dicking me down. In all my sexual life, I had never had sex the way he was giving it to me. He kept pulling his dick out and slowly placing it back inside of me to tease. Once his dick left my pussy, I felt like a TV plug once it’s pulled out of the socket; off. When he pushed back inside of me it was like he gave me a burst of energy that my body needed.
With my legs touching the headboard and gripping his shoulders, he fucked me like he was going to tell me goodbye tomorrow. It was like he was trying to tell me something in the rhythm of his strokes and I was too dickmatized to realize it. I screamed out when I came and held onto his chest, digging my nails into his skin. Even with my stiletto point nails digging into his skin, that didn’t stop his rhythm. He continued and his body tensed up when I felt him release himself inside of me. I was on birth control, so I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant. With how much I loved to fuck, birth control was a god send.
He collapsed beside of me and pulled me into his arms. I closed my eyes as I nestled on his chest. Sex never felt like this after. By now, I was going to run me a shower while whoever was pulling their jeans up and promising that they would hit me up later. This felt nice. It was something I needed. The food on the table and roses on the floor didn’t matter. This did.
9
Staten
“Where are we going?” Liberty questioned as she pulled on a pair of heels. I sighed because I knew she didn’t need those where she was going.
I could have been honest and told her that I was driving her to rehab. That her sisters and mother would be meeting us there and she didn’t have a choice in the decision we felt was right for her. Yeah, I could have told her that, but I couldn’t risk her disappearing because she didn’t want to go. Liberty didn’t deserve for me to lie to her. I knew she was tired of niggas lying to her. Except, this lie was going to save her life. If she continued down the road she was going, shit wasn’t going to change for her. While cooking dinner, I had found her stash of pain pills. The prescription bottle wasn’t even in her name. While I thought she was kicking this shit cold turkey, she was just using another excuse to get high. What Messiah told me resonated with me last night. I couldn’t help her. Liberty needed professional help and that was something that I couldn’t provide for her myself.
I found the best rehab and put money down on a suite. This shit was where the celebrities went when they needed to get clean. It was like a country club, but their results and reviews were out of this world. I wanted Liberty to go in there and come out a different woman. I wanted her to be right for Chance. He deserved to have his mother around more. She used drugs to block out the wrong she has done in her life when she should have been embracing it. Despite Chance’s disability, he was a healthy and happy child. Plus, he loved the hell out of his mother. What more could she ask for? She had a good career, nice condo and drove a dope ass truck. Her life wasn’t as fucked up as she thought. Instead of focusing on the bad, she should have been embracing the good.
“I need to make a run and figured we could go grab food from my favorite restaurant over that way.”
She smiled. “You taking me on a date?”
“Something like that,” I pulled my black Polo knitted sweater over my head. Liberty brushed her hair into a neat bun and then tossed on her moto jacket.
“Whose car are we taking?” she questioned as she searched the cabinet for her pills. I never moved them. I left them there and decided it was time for her to be admitted to rehab.
I watched as she found the pills and dipped around the pillar in the kitchen. Shaking my head, I replied. “Mine.”
“And you’re driving. Today is going to be a good day,” she chatted while I shoved my feet into my sneakers.
“Yeah, you can say that,” I sighed.
After locking the door, we were in the car and on our way. Free was pissing me off because she kept texting me. If I would have allowed her to bring Liberty, she would have never made it. Free was far too emotional to be responsible for Liberty’s transport. Her twin was addicted to drugs, that would be hard for anyone, so I didn’t fault her. If it was Ghost, I would probably feel the same exact way. We had been driving for some time, so I decided to open up the conversation about the pills. She kept dozing off and trying to snap back into reality like her ass wasn’t high. If she was doing coke, I couldn’t imagine how many of those pills she was popping to keep up with that high she had become accustomed to.
“I found the pills, Liberty.” I broke our silence and turned the radio down. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “You not going to say something?”
“So? What do you want me to say? I’m not doing coke and that’s what you wanted,” she retorted.
“You shouldn’t be doing anything. Lib, you’re supposed to be getting clean,” I calmly declared. “You lied to me.”
She folded her arms. “And you got Chanel pregnant. I guess we’re lying to each other now,” she snapped.
Damn. I didn’t know she found out about Chanel. Why didn’t she say anything? Liberty had a temper, so I was surprised she didn’t blurt this out sooner. I had plans on telling her about Chanel, yet I hadn’t found the time. Me and Chanel weren’t on the same page about anything. She went to Cabo for two weeks and I had to find out from Priest. When I called, she sent my calls to voicemail and never replied to my text messages. Me and Chanel had never been in this place before and the shit scared me. It scared me because she was carrying my baby and was going to use this baby against me. Making a decision between Chanel and Liberty wasn’t an option. I couldn’t just toss Lib out the way like it was nothing. This woman actually meant something to me. I mean, shit I was getting up there in age and wanted a relationship. Running the streets used to be like a high to me. I chased that shit and never came home. The thought of coming to Lib’s house, watching TV, and falling asleep in bed was something that put a smile on my face. It made me finish handling my business in the streets and bring my ass home quick. Choosing between them both wasn’t something I was ready to do.
“I was going to tel—”
“Save it. You know how shitty it felt to find out from Chanel? The bitch was being extra about it too. I always knew it was something extra between the both of you, but a baby? Dang.” She turned to stare out the window.
“You gonna let me explain or cut me off?”
Liberty sucked her teeth, but kept her arms folded. “Go ahead. Not like it ain’t nothing I been through before.”
“Don’t compare me to no other nigga, Lib. You can do all things through Christ but compare me to the next nigga,” I warned her. “No other nigga fucked you the way I did, and it was clear from the way I had you screaming last night.”
Rolling her eyes, she grilled me. “Nigga, finish telling your lies!” she barked.
I paused for a second and then decided to talk. “Chanel wanted a baby. She wasn’t with a nigga at the time and I promised her years ago that if she wasn’t in a relationship, and I wasn’t either, that I would give her a baby; no strings attached. We had been trying for a minute and the day me and Summer got shot, she called me and told me that she was pregnant. Yeah, I should have told you soon as we got closer and decided to make our situation into a relationship, but with so much shit happening, it wasn’t a thought. Am I sorry? Yeah. Will I lie or withhold information again? Nah. But, don’t come at my neck like you ain’t been lying to me either. We’ve both lied, I get that, but it’s about how we move past this that mat
ters.”
“And the Oscar for best hood nigga with morals goes to Staten Davis!” she clapped her hands and I shook my head.
“I’m trying.”
“Yeah, well I’m not trying to hear your bullshit,” she shot back and ignored me for the remainder of the ride.
When we pulled into the gates of the rehab she looked around. “You lied again. Taking us to a resort when you said we were going out to eat.” She snickered.
Man, I wished this was a resort I was taking her to. Somewhere I could fuck the shit out of her, drink and enjoy the getaway. There was so much that we could do and experience, but I needed Liberty to get cleaned. I had never had the urge to travel, yet with Lib, I wanted to rack up stamps in our passports together. I wanted to do everything with her and none of that could happen until she was clean. As much as she would hate me, I knew this was something that needed to be done. She couldn’t keep living her life like this. I was doing this for her and all her patients. She nearly killed one. What happens if the next time she really killed someone? I’d rather be away from her knowing that she is getting clean, than waiting for her to be released from prison. She wasn’t Remy and I damn sure wasn’t Papoose.
I pulled up to the front and spotted Freedom come from inside. Liberty was still talking her shit and texting. I took a deep breath and then opened her door. She put her phone into her purse and sighed as she got out of the car. When she saw Freedom, she looked at her weird and was trying to figure out everything. Freedom already looked like her ass had been crying, so Liberty was on high alert soon as she saw her sister’s face. Freedom had one fucking job and that was to come here and let me handle the rest. Here her ass was crying and shit before anything could happen. I understood she was pregnant and shit, but damn.
“Why are you here and what are you crying for?” Liberty questioned as she examined her sister. “Free, what are you not telling me?”
Lolita and Justice came out too. I knew this was all going to hell. “Liberty, you need help,” she sobbed. “We want you to be better. You have to be better.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Liberty started to get irritated because Free was speaking in circles.
“I nearly lost one fucking daughter by the hands of some dumb nigga, and I’m not going to lose another because she’d rather be high as fuck. Liberty, when did you start doing that shit? I love you and want the best for you. I’m not going to sit back and allow you to fuck your life up for an hour of being high.” Lolita came over and stared into Liberty’s eyes.
“Ma, it’s none of y’all business.” She waved her mother off and tried to get back in the car, but I was standing there. “And you… you fucking tricked me and brought me here for a damn intervention? What the fuck is that about?” she screamed and mushed me in the head.
The director of the rehab came out and smiled. I’m sure she had spoken to Lolita, Justice and Free by now. “Welcome to Sunny Oasis rehabilitation home,” she smiled as she clasped her hands together.
“Bitch, I’m not going to no fucking rehab, so you can go jazz hands your ass somewhere else.” Liberty turned and screamed into the director’s face. I sighed because I knew shit was about to go bad.
“I understand your frustrations. We’re going to take good care of you here. Liberty, dedicating one month here is saying yes to your will to live,” she said something she had probably said to a bunch of people being admitted into this facility.
“Staten, you gonna get this bitch beat the fuck up trying to play a damn DARE counselor.” She poked me in the head.
Two big care assistants came out the hospital and stood by the director. I already knew shit was about to go left because Liberty was ten minutes from punching someone in the face. “Lib, you mean a lot to me and I want you to get clean. Babe, let’s do this shit now so we can have the rest of our life together.”
Lolita played tough, but she was standing with Free wiping her eyes. “Fuck all of y’all. You tricked me and brought me here thinking that this was going to make me want to get clean? Nigga, what I do is what the fuck I do.”
“Lib, ain’t nothing we can do. Everything is already set. You have to go in there and at least try. Do the shit for me, please?” I asked and she hauled off and slapped the shit out of me. My damn face was stinging from the slap she had delivered. “You can take her,” I said.
There was no use in trying to talk to her because all we were doing was pissing her off. “Baby girl, I love you. Get the help that we all know you need.” Lolita tried to hug her, and she pulled away from her.
“I’m sorry, sissy,” Free sobbed. “We love you and want you to get better.”
“Why the fuck are y’all crying? I’m not going into the building,” she continued to protest. “I wish they would.”
“I’m sorry, Lib. I love you,” Justice told her and touched her hand. “I love you so much, but you need to get help,” she continued.
I nodded and the two care assistants walked over to Liberty so they could detain her. She fought, kicked, and screamed as they pulled her toward the rehab center. This wasn’t ideal, but I had paid money under the table for them to force her into treatment.
“I love you, Liberty!” I yelled toward her.
“Fuck you! I hate you! Have a nice life with Chanel and that fucking bastard she’s carrying!” she screamed as she cried. I hated seeing the tears in her eyes. She looked hurt. “You said you wouldn’t lie to me or hurt me. You promised!” she continued to scream.
“Don’t worry. She’ll go into detox for a few days, then you guys will be able to come and visit. Get her some comfy clothes and books that she’ll enjoy.
“Ight,” I said. My fucking heart hurt looking at her scream at me with tears in her eyes. I had promised that I would never hurt her, and I wasn’t, but this felt like I was hurting her. This was supposed to help her, yet I felt like shit.
“Mr. Davis, you’re doing this to save her life,” the director said and walked back inside. You could still hear Liberty screaming when the automatic door opened as the director walked through them.
“You did what was best for her, Staten,” Free said as she touched my shoulder. “This had to be done.”
“Get off me, Free. This shit fucking hurt too.” Tears blurred my vision as I climbed back into my car. I didn’t think this shit would hurt as much as it did. I didn’t think I could care so much for any other woman beside my mother and Chanel. Liberty had my heart and this incident just proved how much of it she had.
“As bad as you’re hurting, just know that you did what had to be done. It hurts now but imagine walking into her condo and finding her unresponsive. It’s gonna hurt for a while, but babyyyy when she walks out this rehab a new person, you’ll be thankful that we’ve made this decision for her,” Lolita said as she kneeled down and looked into the passenger’s window. “You love her. I can see it in your face.”
“Mrs. McGurry, I just want her to get clean. That still doesn’t make it hurt less, but I know that this is what needs to be done. Thank you for trusting me in helping her.”
“Boy, I ain’t got no money to afford this place,” she sighed. “Thank you for putting the money up for this.”
“It’s no problem,” I sighed.
She gave me a weak smile, patted the hood of the car and I pulled off. I knew Free and Justice were hurting, but I didn’t have time to feel bad for them. I needed a few days to myself until I could see my baby again.
It had been a week since Liberty had been in rehab. She was now finally allowed visitors and I was excited as fuck to see her. Imagine my surprise when I arrived, she refused to see me. That shit hurt the fuck out of me. Still, I knew she was hurt that I would lie and trick her into coming here. Her sisters and mother she would forgive because they were her family. Me, not so much. I was the man that promised that I would never lie to her and I did. I lied and pushed her right into rehab. Part of me knew I was doing the right thing and the other half of me felt like I sho
uldn’t have pushed her. Maybe this should have been a decision that she made on her own. Either way, I had to shake my feelings off and allow her to get the treatment that she needed years ago.
I had been sitting on my couch for the last week feeling like shit over this whole Liberty situation. It had been a minute since I had spent so much time in my house. After a few days, I knew that it was time to dust off my feelings and get back to work. With Ghost stepping down, I couldn’t afford to slack like I had been. When he moved, I couldn’t duck off and go MIA when I had an empire to run. Shit, Messiah wouldn’t allow the shit to happen, so I needed to shake my feelings off. Just as I finished yawning and scratching my balls, my ring app on my phone sounded. I looked at Trac standing at my front door and sighed. Tossing the remote to the side, I went and answered the door for him.
“Just because you have the privilege of knowing where I lay my head, doesn’t mean pop up unannounced,” I held the door open for him.
“Yeah, whatever nigga. You probably was in here beating off or some shit,” he joked and dapped me up.
“Nah, but I had just scratched my balls with the hand I used to dap you,” I revealed, and he shook his head and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.