***
I woke up bright and early the next morning. I needed a computer and a cellphone, so I decided to go to Fordham Road where they always had discounted shit. I didn’t need an expensive computer. Shit, I only need to use it once, so the quality didn’t matter as long as I can connect to the Internet.
I copped the computer and also bought a prepaid phone out of Metro PCS. It’s crazy how easy it was to get things nowadays. I jumped in my car and looked for a McDonalds so I could use their free Wi-Fi.
I finally found one and pulled into the parking lot. I logged on to the computer and started to Google news stories. Nothing came up, but then I pulled up the news websites and typed in the info that my mama had given me.
There it was, in black and white. I clicked on the link and started to read. The main thing that I was looking for was the address that the incident had taken place. There it was; that bitch had moved to White Plains. So much for hiding from me.
The story was very detailed and even named her live in boyfriend. So, that dumb bitch had my daughter living with another nigga. I bet you she had her calling that nigga daddy too. I cringed at the thought of that happening. I was pissed all over again. I stored the address in my phone’s notes, logged off the computer, and walked off.
“Sir, you’re leaving your computer!” The lady that was sitting next to me yelled out.
“You can have that shit!” I yelled back. I continued walking, thinking about the shit I just read about.
I decided to grab a bottle from the liquor store. I was pissed and needed something strong. Hennessy Black was my drink of choice. I was pulling off from the liquor store when this young, pretty, black chick walked up to the car.
“Looking for some company, baby?”
“Yup, get in.”
She jumped in the car, and I pulled off.
“What you trying to do, baby?” she asked seductively.
“Everything. I’ve got money, so you’re good.”
I liked her because she wasn’t nosey. She didn’t ask me a million and one questions. She was a trick that knew what she wanted, and I just wanted to fuck and suck for a few hours. I pulled up at the rooming house, and we got out. She followed me inside, and I locked the door behind us.
Without wasting any time, Shorty undressed, showing her curvy body. She had a fat ass on her, which made my dick hard. I was ready to run up in her and let out all the frustration I was feeling.
Shorty took my dick into her mouth and gobbled it up. She sucked it with passion, like she was making love to my dick. It wasn’t even ten good minutes before I exploded in her mouth. I quickly got on top of her and let the beast go. I placed both of her legs on my shoulder and went in hard. I showed no mercy on that fat ass pussy. I could tell that she was a pro because she didn’t make a sound. She just threw that pussy on me while holding me tightly. She busted a few times all over my dick, which only made me pound that pussy harder. Eventually, I nutted all up in her pussy.
“Shorty, you got some good pussy,” I said as I got up off her.
I peeled off three hundred, even though she didn’t give me a price. That pussy was worth every last dime. I watched as she got dressed and smiled at me.
“See you around, baby. Do you want my number?”
“Nah, that ain’t necessary.”
“Aright. See you around.” She smiled and left.
As soon as she left out, I locked the front door. I went back in my room, gathered my things, and went to the shower. As I bathed, a picture of Destiny popped up in my head. I would never forget the last time I saw that bitch. The way she belittled me and talked down on me like I wasn’t worth shit. That bitch just knew that she had the upper hand. Let’s see how much power that old dumb hoe has when she meets her creator.
DESTINY
I pulled into the driveway and parked my car. It had definitely been a rough day for me. I sat in my car for a few minutes, just trying to digest it all in. I was worried about that nigga walking around, free as a bird, but my real problem was the fact that I knew he was going to find a way to drag me into a murder investigation. I swear, he was like a sore that never healed. Why couldn’t he just take one for the team? Flashbacks of the day when I killed that bitch ran through my mind. I remembered that I didn’t go there to kill her. It wasn’t until I saw that smile on her face that I decided that grimy bitch had to go. I was terrified that her ass would take the money, and as soon as she spent it, she’d be back for more. There was no way I was going to be blackmailed by that bitch. In that split second, I became a killer.
“God, please help me. I swear, I need you. I can’t go to prison,” I cried. I rested my head on the steering wheel and poured out all of my worries to the man above. I was so caught up in my pleas that I didn’t see when Spencer pulled up behind me.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I jumped as he knocked on my car window. I quickly tried to wipe away my tears, but it was too late.
“Open the door. Why are you sitting in the car crying? What the hell is going on?”
I unlocked the door and opened it. I looked at him and saw that he waiting for an answer.
“Spencer, Hassan is out of prison. I got the call from my attorney this morning,” I managed to say in between sobs.
“You’re fucking joking, right?” He looked at me for confirmation.
“Nah, some stupid ass judge overthrew his convictions and now he is free.”
He knelt down in front of me on the hard concrete and took my hands into his.
“I know that’s your baby daddy and all, but if that pussy ass nigga comes anywhere near my family, I’m gonna body his ass. I’m about sick of this shit. This fucking system is flawed, and that’s why niggas be acting like the judge and juror!” he yelled.
I laid my head on his shoulder and continued to sob. He let my hands go and then wrapped his arms around me. I continued crying as he held me.
“Babe, listen to me. I’ve got you. On my dead mama, I swear, I got you. If that nigga so much as breathes on you, I’m gonna kill him and his motherfucking family, and I don’t give a fuck about no jail time. I will gladly lay it down, long as I know my queen is straight.”
I knew that he was serious as hell. Spencer was one of those dudes who walked the walk and talked the talk, and he wasn’t into playing games.
“Let’s go in the house. Wipe those tears away. That nigga ain’t worth it.”
He held my hand as he led me into the house. I felt so much better now that he was home.
***
I woke up to the aroma of coffee. I opened my eyes and noticed Spencer was standing in front of me, holding a tray with breakfast. I smiled at him as I sat up.
“You were up early cooking, huh?”
“I wanted to do something special for my queen. I know you had a rough night. You tossed and turned all night long.”
“Yes, I wasn’t feeling good.”
I took a sip of the fresh, Folgers’ Coffee.
“Spencer, would you still marry me if you found out that I did something bad?”
“As long as you didn’t cheat, there’s nothing that can make me not want to marry you. Now tell me, what are you talking about?”
I looked in his eyes and tried to read him, but I couldn’t. If he was feeling something, he was good at holding it back.
“Sit down.” I patted the bed.
I started the story of how Imani showed up on my doorstep and how things went down after that. I didn’t leave out anything. I even told him about the day that I decided enough was enough. By the time I was finished cleansing my soul, I was bawling like a child that was being whooped by a parent.
“Wow! That’s some deep shit you just spit out.”
“Spencer, I understand if you don’t want to get married. I deserve that.”
“Man, shut up, woman! You think I’m one of those weak ass nigga out here. I’m irritated that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me this before now. I mean, we’re about t
o get married. Where is the trust?” He looked at me with his face balled up.
“I trust you, Spencer, but how do I come out and tell you that I killed a woman, and I’m scared I might be going to jail? I didn’t know how.”
“The same way you just told me. Destiny, please understand that I love you with everything in me, but from this day on, we have to be truthful with each other. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I do.”
I felt like shit because I knew I had betrayed him and our trust. I swear it wasn’t intentional, but it was a secret that I had planned on taking to my grave. Well, that was until Hassan got released. Although that bastard and I were divorced, he still continued to cause havoc in my life.
“Listen, I’m about to leave for the office. I want you to keep your gun with you at all times. Even when you take a shower. Best believe, that nigga is no fool, and if he wants to get to you, he will find a way to. There’s also a fully loaded 9mm downstairs under the coach, closest to the TV. If you have to, reach for it and shoot without asking questions. Always remember, it’s either him or you, and I prefer for it to be him. Press the trigger and don’t stop till the motherfucker is dead. If anything happens, call me first before you call the police.”
I sat there taking in everything that he was spitting to me. Like a good student, I was making mental notes.
HASSAN
What a nice neighborhood, I thought as I drove down the street, searching for the address that I put in my phone’s GPS. It was definitely an upgrade from the house we used to live in.
“Your destination is on the right. Your destination is on the right. You’re now at your destination.”
I pulled up on the other side of the street and parked in front of the neighbor’s house. I didn’t want to bring any kind of attention to myself. It wasn’t dark as of yet, so I could see a car parked in the driveway. I sat there, just staring directly at the house and drinking a beer. I noticed a car pull in and scooted down in my seat. The car was parked but no one got out, which was weird. I continued sitting there. About twenty minutes later, another car pulled up, and that time, a man got out. I couldn’t see his face as he walked up to the car that was parked. Whatever the fuck was going on, I wished I was closer so that I could see it. Minutes later, they walked hand in hand into the house. I knew that the bitch was Destiny, although I didn’t see her face. I could tell by the way that bitch was shaped and how she walked.
I sat there for a few more minutes, and then, I pulled off. “Gotcha,” I said as I turned the radio on.
***
The sound of the alarm on my phone woke me up. It was only six o clock, but I wanted to be back in front of the house before anyone left, so I could get an idea of their comings and goings. I stopped at the Dunkin Donuts on North Broad Street before I headed to their house.
The block was still quiet and seemed like those people didn’t have jobs. I guess that’s how the rich people lived. That thought only angered me. All of the money that bitch took from me, I saw where the fuck it went. That bitch even had a new fucking car. So, while I was eating fucking noodles every day, she and that nigga were spending my hard earned dollars.
As soon as the thought left my mind, I noticed that nigga walking out the door. That time he was facing me, so I got a better look at his face. “Ain’t this a bitch!” I yelled out as I hit my steering wheel. I never forgot a face that I’d seen before. That was none other than the fuck nigga that was at the house the day I walked in on them. So that bitch was with the nigga that she was cheating on me with?
I opened the car down but quickly closed it. I took a couple long breaths and sat back down in the seat. As much as I would love to kill the nigga she is fucking, my beef was with that hoe, so I would totally focus on her ass.
I watched as he got in his car and drove off. What a fucking fool. He didn’t even look at his surroundings. I waited for about five minutes, and then, I got out of the car, stretched, and looked around. Everything seemed cool. I crossed the street and walked into the yard. I thought about ringing the bell but decided against that. Destiny was no fool, and I was pretty sure that she knew I was free on bond.
I carefully walked around the house, towards the back. Most of the windows had burglar bars on them. I continued walking until I reached what seemed like a sunroom. It was my lucky day because the window was pulled up, showing the screen.
I leaned back on the wall and listened. I wanted to make sure that there was no movement inside. The coast was clear, so I decided to jump on the chance. I grabbed the knife from my pocket and cut through the screen. I then quickly jumped in, being careful not to make a lot of noise.
I quickly crept to the far end, where the door was located. I tried the door, and to my surprise, it was open. I looked at the table and spotted a cup of coffee. So, she must’ve just left the room. I pushed the door open with my gun in my hand. I was ready for whatever was waiting on the other side.
DESTINY
After Spencer left, I decided to sit in the sunroom and log on the computer to surf the web. These days, shopping had become a hobby for me. I had to admit that my favorite website was Angel Brinks. They had some nice clothes on there, and I was looking for something nice to wear on our honeymoon.
I had left my credit card upstairs, so I quickly went to get it. I grabbed it and went back downstairs. When I tried to open the door, it was locked. I stood there for a minute thinking. I didn’t lock the door when I came in, so why was it locked? I knew that Amaiya was at my mama’s house. I brushed it off since there was no one else in the house. I was a little on edge because that nigga was out of prison. I laughed out loud and went back to what I was doing. But, for some reason, I was uneasy. That locked door kept bothering me. I just knew that I didn’t lock it.
I let out a long sigh. “Always follow your gut instinct,” Spencer’s voice reminded me in my head. I didn’t waste another second. I closed my computer and quickly walked into the house. That time, I locked the door. I looked to the left, toward the kitchen, and thought I saw the shadow of a man. I walked into the kitchen, but no one was there. I shook my head, walked out of the kitchen, and started to walk up the stairs. My nerves were messed up. Maybe it was because of my medicine. Whatever it was, I needed to lay my behind down before I fucked something up.
I turned on the TV and Good Morning America was still on. Ever since I was diagnosed with HIV, I’d been watching it because Robin Roberts was such an inspiration to me. She was a woman who had fought breast cancer and Myelodysplastic Syndrome and survived. She showed women, like myself, that even though we were sick, we still could push forward. I laid there, watching the TV, until I felt myself dozing off. Just as I dozed off, that little voice popped back up in my head, reminding me that I didn’t lock that door the first time I came in the house. I immediately sat up in the bed, opened my drawer, and grabbed the gun that Spencer had bought me. I checked to make sure that it was loaded. I then placed it on my chest while I laid on my back. I put my hand on it just to make sure that if anything happened, I could get to it ASAP. I was feeling tired, so I closed my eyes. I needed a little nap. Maybe when I got up, I would feel better.
***
That nap was everything. I was sleeping so good until the phone rang and interrupted me. After I talked to Spencer, I realized that it was a little after two, and it was time to get up and take some steak out of the freezer. I was going to cook my family steak and potatoes tonight. I took the steak out and put it under the running water. I then grabbed the ten-pound bag of red potatoes and started cutting some of them up. I wasn’t the best cook, but I enjoyed cooking for my family.
“Well, hello there, love. Did you miss me?”
My body tensed up as Hassan’s voiced echoed and sent chills down my spine. I was scared to turn around, to look at the bitch ass nigga that was standing in my kitchen, breathing down my neck. I swallowed hard as my mind ran on my gun that was still upstairs.
“Say something, darling. Dam
n, you’re not goin’ welcome your husband home?”
I was no longer the dumb ass Destiny. I knew how to deal with this nigga.
“Hassan, what the hell are you doing in my house?” I quietly asked.
“Your house, bitch? This is my shit. You stole my motherfucking money and bought this shit. I told yo ass that I would be back to pay your ass in full. Now, here I am, sugar. I’m here to get what is rightfully mine.” He kissed my neck.
All the hairs on my neck stood up as I trembled inside. I had the knife in my hand, but my back was toward him. I wanted to cut out his fucking inside, then watch him bleed, but it wasn’t possible.
“Damn, bitch. You still smell good. I can imagine what you taste like. Destiny, you really thought you were gonna get away with setting me up and then robbing me? You know better than that.” He taunted me while he grinded against my ass.
I was shivering on the inside as he started to fondle my breast. Tears started rolling down my face as that nigga violated me once again. I couldn’t move because he had me pinned down on the counter. I kept looking at the knife that I was still holding. I knew that he was armed because he kept rubbing the gun up and down my back.
“You see, bitch, you are not as smart as you think you are. How the fuck you goin’ use my gun to kill my bitch and then set me up? Like I wasn’t goin’ find out. You a dumb ass bitch. See, Destiny, your ass wasn’t shit when I met you. You were only a means to an end. I loved Imani. I could never love your dry pussy ass.” He downgraded me as he ripped my clothes off.
“God, I’m not asking for a lot. I just want strength,” I whispered to God.
He pulled my drawers down and slid his cock into my asshole with force.
I closed my eyes as the pain, both mental and physical, ripped through my body.
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