by Chunichi
The pace of my life did a one-hundred and eighty degree turn after that. The days began to move slowly. With Vegas out of my life, I was miserable, but I couldn’t continue to be with someone who was unfaithful. He had cheated on me a second time, and that was the final straw. Weeks passed and I did not call Vegas, nor did he come to visit. My mind was torn between Mickie and Vegas.
What if Vegas was telling the truth? Mickie was jealous of me at one time. Maybe she set the whole thing up. What have I done?
The more I thought about things, the more I wanted Vegas back. My life was empty without him and I wouldn’t be whole again until I had my man back in my life. I could no longer bear the pain. Sure, it hurt when I learned of the times he cheated, but the emptiness I felt after we parted seemed never ending. I convinced myself that Vegas deserved another chance. I broke down and called him.
The phone rang, but there was no answer. I found that strange because it was ten in the morning, and Vegas didn’t normally get up until after ten. I took that as a sign and left the situation alone. If it were meant to be, we would be reunited somehow.
As the weeks passed, I could feel that I was getting closer and closer to my release. Vegas’ lawyer had arranged a hearing for my reconsideration and we definitely had good grounds for release.
“Ceazia Devereaux, please stand for the court’s decision,” the judge requested. My stomach turned. This was an all too familiar feeling as I waited for another judgment. “I hereby release you into the probation program of Virginia Beach, Virginia.”
I could have pissed in my pants. I burst into tears as the words registered.
I’m being released from jail. I can go home. I am finally free.
I left the courtroom on top of the world. There was not a friend, family member, or even Vegas there, but I was still happy.
I thought about how I could go about getting Vegas back as I rode home. The bus ride was long and rough, but nothing could stop the joy I felt. I planned to surprise Vegas. No one knew I was coming home, and that’s just the way I wanted it. Sure, Vegas had really done some terrible things, but I had forgiven him. After days and days of soul searching, I figured there were too many what-ifs and I decided to give Vegas the benefit of the doubt. I figured all the ups and downs throughout our relationship would only make us stronger. He had asked me to be his wife, and I had every intention on being just that.
From the bus station, I took a cab to my house. The house was big and beautiful, just as I remembered it. I really missed home. A huge smile came across my face as I pressed the digits of my birth date on the keypad and the gate opened. I walked to the door slowly. I didn’t want Vegas to hear me enter.
I became more and more anxious the closer I got to the bedroom. I could hear the jets blowing in the Jacuzzi. I figured Vegas was probably relaxing after a long workout. He would often do that when I was home. I cracked the door just enough to peep in. The vision before me would never leave my mind. There were Vegas, Mickie, and Sonya all ass-naked in my Jacuzzi, sniffing cocaine. I stood frozen in my tracks. I didn’t know what to do. I managed to back away from the door without being noticed and proceeded to walk to the basement in a trance. When I got to the bottom step, I reached on top of the water heater and it was there, just as I had left it. My gun had not been moved. I loaded the gun slowly as tears escaped the confines of my eyelids and rolled down my face. This was the final deceit.
I walked back to the bedroom and opened the door. They were so high that they didn’t even notice my presence. I watched Vegas laying back in enjoyment as Sonya sucked his dick and Mickie rubbed all over his body. I couldn’t believe she would stoop so low.
Bang . . . bang . . . bang . . . bang!
They had no idea what hit them. The room was silent. No screams were ever heard. I watched as the Jacuzzi waters quickly turned red. Vegas, however, was not yet dead.
“Ceazia, I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered as blood streamed down the side of his face. “I’m sorry. I’ll always love you. Catch my heart.”
Those were the last words Vegas spoke before his eyes closed to an eternal sleep. His words pierced my heart.
Vegas . . . what have I done? I’ve killed the love of my life. My brain was racing. How can I live without him? Vegas, wake up! Please, wake up!
I shook his body frantically, but he did not move. His body lay still. I screamed in pain. Vegas was gone and I had killed him.
I fixed myself a drink and walked over to my bed. And this is where I’ve been ever since.
So, you may be wondering why I’m telling you this story. Just to instill a single thought:
For what is a man profited if he shall gain the
whole world and lose his own soul? Or what
shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
—Matthew 16:26
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