“Noooooo! Noooo!” I screamed out as he ripped my asshole apart. Pee trickled down my legs as I shook uncontrollably.
I wanted to collapse, but he had me locked in. He rammed in and out of my ass. Tears rolled down my face, and he seemed to be enjoying every bit of it. I stopped screaming because each time I did that, he went in deeper. My body was hurting, and my ass was on fire.
“See, bitch, your ass is way better than your pussy. I should’ve been fucking this a long time ago.”
“Hassan, please don’t do this to me. I’m sorry for everything I did to you.”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch, and take this dick.” He used the gun and hit me in the back of my head.
“Nooooooooo! Noooooooo!” I screamed out.
Things started to look dim in front of me. I used all my might and tried to stay awake, but that blow was too hard. I couldn’t hold my eyes open any longer.
HASSAN
That old, dumb ass bitch thought she had all of the sense in the world. I walked up the stairs as she slept. Shit, I stood over her and watched as she slept. I could’ve killed her, but that would’ve been too easy. My plan was to torture that bitch. I wanted to burn that bitch while she was alive.
I walked downstairs to look for some gasoline in the garage. While I was down there, I heard footsteps upstairs that let me know that she was awake. I wasn’t tripping. Let the games begin.
I stood in the kitchen doorway for a good five minutes before I walked up on her. I was so close that I could smell the soap this bitch used to bathe.
This bitch jumped when I let my presence be known. I wished I could’ve seen her face. But the position that she was in was better for what I was about to do that ass, and I literally meant that ass. That bitch’s pussy was garbage, plus, I wasn’t fucking her for enjoyment. I was fucking her to rip that bitch’s insides out. I wanted that bitch to know how I felt when my freedom was taken.
I was tired of hearing her fucking mouth, so I bust that hoe in the motherfucking head with my gun. Blood spewed out of the open wound. I knew that was enough to knock that whining bitch out. I pulled my dick out of her and grabbed her as she collapsed to the ground. I threw her over my shoulder and then threw that bitch on the couch.
She was out cold, but that didn’t mean the show wasn’t going to go on. I dropped my pants, took out my dick, and stuck it in her pussy. I fucked her like a dog in heat. Each stroke that I put on her reminded me of what that bitch did to me, so I wasn’t easing up.
“Bitch, you fucked my life up,” I said as I put my hand around her neck and squeezed it hard as I pumped my dick inside of her. Her ass started to come to. I knew then that I needed to hurry and do what I planned on doing. I pulled my dick out, pulled my pants up, and walked through the house down to the garage. I was looking for gasoline because I was going to shoot that bitch and then light the house of fire. I was going to make sure that she didn’t make it.
Bitch, you thought you won, but I get the last laugh, I thought as I walked down the stairs.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Destiny
I started to come to. My head was throbbing so badly, and my vision was blurred. I wanted to die when Hassan kept fucking me as if I was an animal, but thoughts of my family popped into my head, and that’s when I knew I had to live. I couldn’t let that nigga end my life like that. I couldn’t believe that I had left my gun all the way upstairs. There was no way that I could get away and run up there to get it. I didn’t make a sound as he fucked me and spat degrading words at me.
As if that wasn’t enough, he put his crusty hand around my neck and started to squeeze hard. I wanted to beg him for my life. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was, but I chose not. I decided not to give that nigga the satisfaction. I kept my eyes closed as he continued pleasing himself. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental anguish that I was feeling.
I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he pulled his dick out of me and got up. I still remained quiet. I was scared of what he might do if he realized that I was awake. He left the room. I barely opened my eyes, so I could get an idea of where he was.
I put a gun in the living room, by the couch closest to the TV.
My survival instincts kicked in immediately. I realized that I was lying on the same couch. I reached my arm underneath the cushion but found nothing. I then reached on the other side, and I found it. I quickly grabbed it and hid my hand under my leg. Soon as I did that, I heard him walking back into the room. I closed my eyes and continued holding my breath.
“Bitch, wake your ass up! I need you to look at me when I throw this gasoline on your ass,” he said.
It was now or never. I brought my right hand up from my leg and fired the gun, hitting him in the shoulder.
“You stupid bitchhhhhhh!” he yelled out at me.
He reached for his gun that he laid on the far end of the couch, but he was too late. I jumped up and fired another shot in his leg. He fell to the ground that time.
“You dumb ass, bitch. I’m gonna kill you.”
I stood over him as he continued to call me every name he could think of. I wiped the tears from my eyes and walked up closer to him.
“Hassan, my love, you are the only dumb one around here. You should’ve stayed the fuck away from me, but you didn’t. You just had to show your fucking face. You had to stick that infected ass cock into me and now you will fucking pay.”
“Bitch, I’m fucking bleeding. You need to call the fucking ambulance.”
“Shut your bitch ass up.”
Blap! Blap! Blap! I smacked this fuck nigga with the butt of the gun.
Rage filled my soul as I remembered everything that fuck nigga has put me through since the day he walked into my life.
“Destiny, please help me. Please, think about our daughter. She needs her daddy.”
I stooped down beside him. “No, honey. She will be fine without your ass. You’ve been nothing but a fucking nuisance in our lives. Now, tell me, Hassan, how does it feel that you are laying here, bleeding on this fucking floor, and begging me to save your life?”
“You are a wicked bitch! You’re not gonna get away with this shit. You’re gonna pay for this.” His voice cracked as he spoke.
“I waited for the fucking day when I would have you begging like the bitch you really are. That gorilla looking bitch should’ve killed your ass when she was pregnant. That would’ve saved a lot of fucking women you fucked over from dealing with your old, poor dick ass. I blame myself for picking yo old poor ass up and trying to turn you into somebody.”
“Suck my dick, bitch! You weren’t shit before I met you. I made you, Destiny. Haha; me, Hassan Clarke, made you. You hear me, bitch?” he spat.
His words cut through my skin and made me even angrier. I got up and dashed into the living room. I grabbed the same knife that I was using to cut the potatoes and ran back into the living room. I knelt down beside him as he breathed loudly and tried to loosen his pants. I was going to show that fucking nigga that he didn’t make shit. All he did was create havoc in my life.
“What the fuck are you doing? You crazy bitch.” He grabbed at his crotch area.
“Nigga, move your motherfucking hand or die. You wanna live, don’t you?” I pressed the barrel at his head. I was no longer thinking rationally. It was either him or I.
His body tensed up as he pleaded. “Please don’t do this to me, Destiny. I love you, please don’t.” That nigga sounded like a begging bitch.
I realized that he wasn’t trying to let that dick go without a fight. So, I pressed the barrel up against his wrist and shot him. “Let it go, fuck nigga,” I demanded.
“Destiny, oh my God, you’re trying to kill me. It’s me, Hassan, your man. Remember us and our love?” He cried out in desperation.
I pulled the gun away from him. I flashbacked on the time when I was young and I cut my adopted father’s cock off. I used my knee to put force on Hassan’s groin area, snatched up that cock, and used the
knife to try to cut it off. It didn’t come off completely, so I tried a second time and made a clean cut.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” His scream echoed through the house.
I wasn’t shook. I took the limp ass cock and stuffed it deep into his mouth.
“Now, you can suck yo own cock! You faggot ass nigga.” I pushed it further in.
He tried to say something, but I couldn’t hear him because he was too busy sucking his own cock. I used the back of my hand and wiped off the blood that splattered on my face. He couldn’t speak, so he started kicking his feet.
I was still feeling angry. I didn’t think that was enough torture after all of the shit he had done to me. I picked the gun up.
“You see, Hassan, you underestimate me. You thought I was weak, but I proved you wrong. Now, tell that bitch and her son that I said hello, and I hope you all rot in hell.”
POP! POP! POP! I fired three more shots into his body without blinking.
I stood over him, with the gun still aimed at him. I watched as he took his last breath after kicking his legs and shaking his hands. I knelt down and rubbed his face with my hand. I then put my cheek to his. “You underestimated me, my dear husband. I am not the weak bitch, you married years ago.” I got up and wiped the tears from my eyes and walked out of the living room.
For some strange reason, I felt relieved, like a burden was lifted off me instantly. I was no killer, but after the shit he had put me through, killing him was easy. I was enjoying him being dead so much that I forgot that I needed to call Spencer. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my phone. I was getting anxious when the thought of the police popped into my head.
“Hey, babe. I’m on my way to the house. I’m pulling up in two seconds.”
I didn’t say anything. I just hung up and ran to the door. I opened the door, and as soon as he pulled in, I ran up to the car.
“You aiight?”
“Come with me, please.” I grabbed his hand and dragged his ass into the house.
“Destiny, what the fuck’s going on?” He grabbed his gun from his waist.
As soon as we got into the living room, he stopped right where Hassan’s dead body was.
“Who the fuck is this, and why is this nigga dead on my motherfucking living room floor?”
“That’s Hassan. He broke in here and raped me…”
“Say no more. Get your shit, get in your car, and go. Go to the city, the mall, some fucking where, and don’t call me. I’ll call you.”
“Say what? I’m not leaving you. We can call the police together.”
“Destiny, do as I fucking say! You want to call the police? How’re you gonna explain this nigga’s dick in his mouth?” he yelled.
I wasn’t feeling his tone, so I stood there, frozen.
“I said go dammit!” he yelled again.
I ran out of the living room and made my way upstairs. I grabbed my purse and then ran back down the stairs.
I walked out of the house and got in my car. I was shaking uncontrollably as I looked at the house and then pulled off. I wanted to stay with my man, but I knew that would only anger him. I had no idea where I was going, but I had just got on the highway.
My mind ran to my baby girl. I knew that was her daddy. There was no way I would tell her the truth about what had happened. She was so young and had been through too much already, so as far as she knew, her daddy was still alive.
***
I decided to go to my mama’s house. The entire ride there, I felt nervous. I kept looking behind me, and every time a police car drove by, it made me panic. I tried my best to keep the car from swerving off the road. I pulled over to the side of the road and started to vomit. I wasn’t feeling too good. God knows, I just needed to get to my mama’s house.
I pulled into her driveway and jumped out of the car. I rang the doorbell and waited.
“It’s me, Mama. Open the door, please.”
Amaiya opened the door for me. “Hey, Mama. Grandma’s upstairs.”
“Hey, baby.” I gave her a quick hug.
I managed to make it to the bathroom and to the toilet. I kept dry heaving because nothing else was left in my stomach. I laid my head on the toilet seat as I cried.
“Baby, you okay? Get your face up off the toilet,” my mama said while she helped me up.
“Mama, I killed Hassan today,” I cried and hugged her.
“Calm down, baby. Let me get you a glass of water.” She tried to walk away.
“Did you hear me, Mama? I killed Hassan. He broke into the house, and I killed him.”
She turned to face me. “I heard you the first time. What the hell do you want me to say? I wish you had done it sooner. I hope you hurt his ass as bad as he hurt you. Now, come on. Let me get you some ice-cold water. Your body is hot.” Her expression was cold!
I followed her into the kitchen.
“Sit down. Here goes a paper towel, so wipe your tears.”
I sat down, and Mama gave me the water. I didn’t want any damn water, but I knew she’d be persistent. I took a few sips so she wouldn’t fuss.
“Baby, you don’t look too good. Do you need me to take you to the ER?”
“No, I just need to take a shower. Mama, he raped me repeatedly. I feel so dirty right now.”
“Come on. The tub is clean, and there are washcloths and towels in the closet closest to the bathroom. You know my clothes are too big for you, but I have a new pair of jogging pants that I think you might fit. I have new underwear too. They’re not the ones you all be wearing, but they will cover up your behind.”
As much as I was hurting, I had to smile at my mama. The words that came out of that lady’s mouth were so damn funny.
***
I was sore from that nigga ripping my butt hole. I saw a speck of blood on my washcloth, and when the soap touched my skin, it burned. My pussy wasn’t feeling any better. It hurt so damn bad, and it also burned. I started bawling as I washed the smell of that nigga off me. His dead face flashed in my mind. However, I wasn’t sad. As a matter of fact, I was only crying because of the events that had transpired.
As soon as I got out the tub, I applied some Vaseline, took some pain killers and got dressed, I checked my phone to see if Spencer had called. I was disappointed to see that he hadn’t. I started to feel nervous, but I couldn’t lose my man behind that bullshit.
I walked downstairs where Mama was sitting down, watching the news. I walked in the room and sat beside her. “Hey, baby. I was so caught up with what you told me earlier that I forgot to ask you if you called the police.”
“Mama, I don’t want to get you involved in any of this, but to answer your question, no, I did not call the police. Spencer is taking care of everything.”
She didn’t say a word. She just grabbed my hand and rubbed it. I laid my head on her shoulder. I was grown as hell, but nothing felt better right now than my mama’s touch. “He’s a good man. Take good care of him.”
Mama went to bed, and I decided to lay on the couch. Amaiya was in the room on the phone as usual. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t. I tossed and turned. I also couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Lord knows, I wasn’t a killer, but that nigga and his bitch had turned me into one. That wasn’t a good feeling at all.
I was tired of waiting on Spencer, so I decided to call him.
“Hey babe, where are you? I thought you’d be sleep by now.”
“I’m at my mom’s, and I was waiting to talk to you. You had me worried.”
“No need to worry, love. Your man has everything under control. Now, get some rest. I will see you first thing in the morning, and remember, you see no evil, you say no evil.” That was him telling me that no matter what, I didn’t know anything.
“Aiight, babe. I love you.”
I swear, I needed him so bad. Just to hold me for the night. I knew it wasn’t gonna happen. I got up and walked into the kitchen. I searched the cabinet, and Mama had a bottle of Gin. I poured a big cup an
d gulped it down. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be drinking because of the medications, but I needed something strong. I walked back to the couch and laid down. I cried most of the night until I finally fell asleep.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Destiny
One Week Later
It had been a week since all of that shit went down. Spencer kept his word and took care of everything like he said he would. Matter of fact, we lost our house to a terrible fire that broke out when no one was home. I was very distraught because our furniture and all of our clothes were in there. Spencer, however, figured that they were all material things that could to be replaced.
I kind of agreed since two niggas were killed in that house. There was no way I could’ve lived there after Hassan died in there too. That nigga was dead, but I thought that every time I entered the living room, I would see his face. Especially what he looked like when he was dying. He looked so desperate, like he wasn’t ready to meet his maker. Oh well, that nigga’s lights were out for good.
We decided to stay at Mama’s house until after the wedding. We would go house shopping again. That would be my last time moving. It was my first time living back with my mama for a while, and I had to admit that it wasn’t that bad. She gave us our space, and she cooked every day. I sure missed my mama cooking those big meals every day. If you were around Mama, you would never be hungry.
I went clothes shopping to get us some clothes until we moved. We could do a big wardrobe makeover later. Furthermore, the house was insured, so we were going to get a fat ass check. I was happy that I knew that I didn’t have to worry about going to prison or that Hassan’s ass was going to come back. That chapter of my life was over, so I hope. I still remember Josiah saying something about me killing his mother. I hope, he was only assuming because I am so done with Hassan and his whore.
I was lying on the couch, watching TV, when Amaiya walked in. She sat beside me. “Hey, Mama. Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, baby. What’s up?”
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