by Mz. Lady P
“Ahem!” Malik cleared his throat trying to get my attention. I guess I was taking too long to get in bed. I locked eyes with Malik and he was flaming up a blunt. I stood up from the chaise and I crawled in between his legs. I was prepared to give him some of the best head ever, but he pulled me on top of him. My pussy must have been wet because I slid down on his dick with ease. I began to slowly rock bath and forth but Malik held onto my waist with a firm grip.
“Don’t move. I just want to fall asleep inside of you. It’s the softest place on Earth. Just lay here and let me feel you.” I wasn’t in the mood for this shit. He was crazy as hell if he thought his big dick was about to just sit inside of me and we fall asleep. I was dripping like a faucet from being horny. I was about to take the dick because I needed to block out the shit that had been going on between us. I knocked his arms away and slowly started to rock back and forth, up and down, and around in circles. I lifted his hand and I began to suck on each one of his fingers. The entire time we stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes were filled with so many different emotions it was hard to read him. He wasn’t moaning or anything. It was like he wasn’t even responding to me. I rose up and I lay on my stomach next to him. Without warning he rolled on my back, roughly pulling my legs apart. He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. He roughly slammed his dick inside of me but it didn’t hurt because I was soaked. He was all up in my guts and it felt good, but I didn’t moan out in pleasure. He wanted to punish the pussy and I just laid there and took it. I buried my face in the pillow and bit it to keep from moaning and screaming out in pleasure and pain.
“Don’t you ever give another nigga my pussy! Do you hear me Barbie?”
“Mmmm Hmmm!” I managed to say despite my face being buried in the pillow.
“I love the fuck out you.” He grabbed my head back and made me look at him in the face. His sweat was dripping all over me.
“Tell me you love me Barbie.”
“I love you Malik!” I screamed as he flipped me over and climbed right back in between my legs. He threw my legs over his shoulders and started pounding in and out of me. I was trying my best to push him back because he was so far up in me the shit was starting to hurt.
“Move your motherfucking hands!” he said as he roughly knocked them away.
“You’re hurting me Malik.” I rubbed the sides of his face so that I could calm him down. He gently let me legs down and lay on top of me. He gently began to make love to me. I wanted so badly to fuck him back, but I knew he needed to be in control of this session. I laid there and let him takes me to heights of pain, pleasure, and ecstasy. He came numerous times before he collapsed on top of me and went to sleep inside of me. I was nowhere near sleepy. My mind was thinking about Zaria and how hurt she was going to be when she finds out her Daddy is gone.
Chapter 26- Dro
Didn’t see that Coming
My head was banging from the ten stitches I had to get in the back of my head. Khia’s crazy ass had busted me in my shit with a damn bottle. For her ass to be so small, she packs a mean ass swing. On top of that, I had a concussion. After being in jail for all that time, all I wanted to do was just go home and go to sleep. Khia had been looking at me with them killer eyes. She had me scared to even be around her. This shit with Brittany had my head fucked up. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m dead ass wrong for the way I’ve doing Khia. I love her and Khiandre. I know right now I’m not showing it, but I really do. It’s just fucked up that I love Brittany and my daughter. I’m not going to make any excuses because there aren’t any to make. I know that Khia deserved better than me walking out on her and going to Brittany. She fucked me up in the head shooting Khiandre. I know that it was a mistake, but had he not got caught in the crossfire, she would have shot me. I took my anger out on her when Nico appeared out of the blue. I know she had no control over that nigga not really being dead. It just felt like if he was alive then we were never really married. I guess my ego got in the way of what mattered the most and that was Khia being my wife and Khiandre being my son. I have so much shit going on with trying to regain full custody of my other kids. I guess I blamed her for that too. Khia wouldn’t even look at me as we drove home. As a matter of fact, she was quiet as a church mouse. Once we got home, I went straight upstairs and went to sleep. I knew that I should have been trying to fix things with Khia, but I was scared to even talk to her. I had to wait until she calmed down a little bit.
*****
“Baby wake up! Dinner is ready,” I heard Khia say as I sat up in bed. I looked and she had on a red lace panty and bra set. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. She came and sat next to me on the bed and rubbed her hand over my stitches. I winced in pain and moved over a little bit. She looked strange to me. At the same time she looked sexy as fuck. Her titties and her ass was sitting up real nice.
“Let me take a shower first and I’ll be right down.”
“You can do that later. Come on before it gets cold.” She grabbed me by the hand and led me downstairs to the kitchen. I almost passed out when I saw Brittany tied to a chair in our kitchen. Her mouth was duct taped and she looked scared as hell.
“What the fuck did you do Khia?” Brittany looked like her ass was dead.
“I brought you your cake. Ain’t that what you wanted, your cake and to eat it too? Did you really think just because I busted you in your shit it was over? Damn Dro! You give your wife no credit. I gave you a chance to make shit right, but you just kept trying to fuck over me.”
“Just calm down Khia. Let her go. This between you and me.” Khia was now holding a gun to her head.
“You’re absolutely right.” Khia raised her gun and emptied her clip in me. I jumped up out of my sleep and checked my body for holes. That shit seemed so real. I got up and checked the house to see where she was, but she was nowhere to be found. I saw that the closet light was on. I walked inside and everything she had was gone. I searched her dresser and everything there was also gone. I went inside Khiandre’s room and all of his toys and clothes were gone as well. I sat on his bed and realized that Khia had left and took Khiandre with her. I couldn’t believe I slept through the shit.
Chapter 27- Tahari
Taking the High Road
Forgive me for leaving and not telling you face to face. If I would have done that you would have talked me out of it. I’m leaving because this shit with Dro is consuming me. I need to get my mind right. Right now I’m focused on the wrong shit. I’ve been neglecting my son because I’m too focused on Dro. I just can’t do it anymore. I really don’t know where I’m going. Just know that Khiandre and I are just fine. Make sure you tell the Boss Ladies I love them and I’ll be in touch. Please make things right with Thug. Y’all been through too much. Stop fighting and go fuck each other brains out LOL. I’m so serious tho. Thanks for always being my friend even when I didn’t deserve it. I promise I’ll be in touch. Don’t tell Dro. I left without telling him shit and I cleaned out our joint bank account. I could’ve taken everything but he still has kids that need to be taken care of. Just because he’s a heartless son of a bitch doesn’t mean I have to be a heartless ass bitch. I love you and Thug for everything you’ve done for me. I’ll be in touch as soon as I get settled into wherever that may be. XOXOXOXOXO
It really hurt me that Khia just up and left. However, I understood she needed to get away. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t because my heart wasn’t set up like that. Plus, I could never take the kids away from Thug. He would probably hunt me down and gut me like a fish. He is a maniac when he comes to his kids. I can’t fight him for that. My feelings were hurt like hell when Thug asked was I a snake. Like really me a snake? That was a low ass blow. Yes, I called the police but far as me being a snake, hell no. Out of all people, Thug knows I’m not a snake. When I made it home the house was empty. Marta had taken all of the kids out to the carnival for the day. I grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay and poured myself the biggest glass I could
. I know I’m not supposed to drink, but I needed something to calm my nerves. I feel like I’m about to have a mental breakdown. All this shit is hitting me at once. Not to mention I had a voicemail on my phone from the nigga, Python. How he got my number is beyond me. I don’t have time for his bullshit. I don’t even like to look at him because he looks like Venom. It’s creepy as hell.
I laid my head back and let the Calgon Lavender and Honey bath beads take me away. I reached out for my glass of wine but it wasn’t there. I opened my eyes and damn near jumped out of my skin. Thug was standing over me looking like he wanted to murder my ass. I rose up out of the water and stepped out. I grabbed a dry towel and walked right past him. After drying off, I sat on the edge of the bed and started to put on some lotion.
“So, you’re just gone ignore me Tahari?”
“Leave me alone Thug. I’m tired of fighting with you. Take your ass back to the strip club.”
“I’m trying my best not to fuck you up, but you really trying me. ” I watched him open up a fifth of Remy and drink it straight from the bottle. This motherfucker was drunk as a skunk. I swear if he fucks with me, I’m gone beat his ass again.
“Go look in the mirror at your left eye. Because if you put your hands on me I’m gone black the right one. Try me Ka’Jaire Kenneth.” I put on one of his tank tops and a pair of panties.
“I’m not gone touch your ass. You might call the police on me again. As a matter of fact, why the fuck are you here Tahari Monroe?”
“My last name is Kenneth you stupid motherfucker. I’m here because I live here. Last time I checked, you were the one who walked out on me. So, ask yourself why are you here?”
“I’m here because I deserve to be.”
“Oh, and I don’t.”
“Hell no. You want to keep that nigga’s baby. Bitch, you can raise that motherfucker on the streets for all I care. You will not raise that bitch nigga’s baby in the crib I brought for my family. So, if your ass is not going to the abortion clinic in the morning you getting the fuck out of here tonight.”
“I’m not going anywhere! Let me go! Put me down!” Thug had lifted me up and had thrown me over his shoulder. I was kicking and screaming as he carried me down our spiral staircase. Once we got to the foyer, he put me down and I took off running, but he caught me by the back of my shirt and made me fall face down.
“Ahhhhhh!” I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.
“Get your ass out or do I have to drag you out.”
“I guess you got to drag me out because I would never walk out willingly.” With that being said, Thug grabbed me by my feet, dragged me out of the house and slammed the door. As soon as I stood to my feet, I started throwing up and I felt dizzy. I felt like I was pissing on myself. I never got a chance to look down because I passed out on the porch.
*****
I had been in the hospital for the last three days. I had suffered a miscarriage at the hands of my husband. There were some complications so I had to get a hysterectomy. I guess God really has the final say so. My days of having babies are over. The doctors kept saying stress was the factor in my miscarriage, but I knew better. During this time, my sister, Keesha and Peaches had been by my side. I really didn’t know if I was mad, sad, hurt, or angry. For the most part I’m numb to it all. So much had happened to me that I no longer have the will to cry about anything. I just want to get home to my babies. Thug hasn’t been here to visit or he hasn’t called to check on me. I can’t say that I’m surprised. Knowing him he couldn’t care less about me having a miscarriage. I didn’t know how to feel about going home. I really didn’t know what I would be walking into. I really didn’t care whether or not Thug was home. Wherever my kids were at that’s where I was going. I knew that they were worried about me. When Marta and the kids came home, they found me on the porch passed out. Thug never even knew I had lost consciousness. Had I known that we would get to this point in our marriage, I would have gotten an abortion from the jump. I was mourning the loss of my daughter and trying to keep my promise to God. I never meant to disregard Thug’s feelings. I’m not justifying his behavior because he could have gone about it a different way. No matter what, I know he loves me and there is no doubt in my mind that I love him. He’s just not my favorite person right now.
“Are you ready sis?” Keesha said as she walked in the room with Quaadir.
“Yeah, grab that bag over there. My prescriptions are in there. Thanks y’all, for coming to get me.”
“It’s cool. Let’s get out of here. I hate hospitals,” Quaadir said as he grabbed my bags and we all left out and got ready to go home.
“Have you talked to your brother?”
“He’s not answering for any of us. Momma’s at the house and he’s there too.” I don’t know why I became scared. I really didn’t want to show that in front of Keesha because she was already mad at Thug. The last thing I needed was for her to try and kill him, because she wanted to. Once we made it downstairs, Thug and all of the kids were in the lobby. It warmed my heart to see all of them. I could tell Thug was standoffish but just him being here to pick me up was enough. Quaadir walked over and they had a brief conversation. They gave each other a hug and Quaadir headed out of the double doors.
“Call me if that motherfucker blink wrong,” Keesha said as she kissed me and followed Quaadir out of the lobby.
“Hey Mommy!” They all ran to me and I hugged each one of them.
“I missed y’all so much.”
“We missed you too.” Thug and I just stared at each other for a short period of time. No words were spoken between us. I really didn’t know what to say to him. The last words we spoke to one another weren’t really nice.
“Let’s get Mommy home. She needs to lie down. ” The drive home was silent between Thug and I, besides the kids and their constant chatter. I hated the way we were; this wasn’t us. We’ve come too far for this. This is my husband of seven years. Here it is I’m sitting next to him with our beautiful children and I feel like he’s a stranger. For the rest of the ride home, I thought about how we could get past the events that have transpired between us. We’ve been through hell and back so I know we can get past this. That is if he wants to.
“I’m so happy you’re home Mrs. Kenneth. Come on so you can lie down. I made you some chicken noodle soup.” Marta came over and hugged me tightly.
“It feels good to be home. Thanks for holding the fort down. I don’t know what I would do without you. It’s time for you a vacation again. I’m well enough to take care of the kids without your help. You can go anywhere you want to, so what’s it going to be?”
“I go to Vegas. I’m feeling lucky.” Marta flew out of that room and started packing. I climbed in bed and shortly, after all of my babies climbed in bed with me.
“Are you and Daddy going to get a divorce?” Ka’Jaire Jr. asked and it threw me for a loop. He is the quiet one out of all the kids, but also very observant. Just knowing that he thinks that bothers me so much.
“No. Your Daddy and I love each other. Most importantly, we love you and your brothers and sisters very much. What would make you think that KJ?”
“All you guys do is fight and argue. It seems like we aren’t a family anymore. We don’t have fun anymore. Y’all always mad or sad.” I tried my best to hold my tears in because the last thing I wanted was for my kids to suffer because of our bullshit.
“From this day forward, I promise you that Daddy and I will do better. We are family and nothing will ever change that.” I immediately got out of bed and went to find Thug. Unfortunately, he was gone and so was his car. I just went back to bed with my kids. I would just have to talk to him later. The most important thing is making sure my kids know that we are a family and we aren’t getting a divorce. I have every intention of making my family whole again. Yes, the way Thug is acting is real fucked up. I could keep acting just as fucked up as him but that wouldn’t get us anywhere. At this point, I have to take one for the
team and be the bigger person. I love my family and I will do whatever I have to do to keep us together. So, Thug might as well get his shit together and get out of his feelings. Starting right now we’re going to stop being so selfish to our kids.