by Lady Lissa
Once inside the living room, she turns to me and asks, “What is this about?”
“As I said, my name is Lucy. Does my name sound familiar to you at all?” I ask.
“What kind of question is that? How you gonna come in my house and ask me if your name sounds familiar to me? Why the hell should your name be familiar to me? I don’t know you,” she says, placing her hand on her hip.
Oh the bitch wants to get sassy with it huh? We’ll see how sassy she is when I’m finished telling her about her cheating ass husband. I wanna see that same smirk on her face when I tell her how her husband has been all up and through this pussy, with his dick and his tongue. I wonder if he eats her ass the way he does mine.
“Because I know your husband,” I say, watching her intently as her facial expressions begin to change.
“How do you know my husband?” she asks.
“That’s why I’m here to talk to you. I wanna tell you some things I know about your husband,” I say.
“What about my husband? I mean, I have repeated this question like three times and you still haven’t told me anything. What is it you have to say about my husband?” she asks, clearly agitated.
I really can’t blame her. I’m a little different than her though. I don’t think I would have been as patient as she is to find out what a bitch has to say about my man. If it was me, I would have popped off a long ass time ago, but I guess that’s why Gregory is with her. She seems like such a freaking pushover to me. But, maybe that’s why he married her. He can get over on her ass with no problems or issues.
“As I said, I need to talk to you about your husband,” I state again.
“And as I asked, what about my damn husband? How do you know him and why is he any of your concern?” she asks.
“Is your husband named Gregory?” I ask.
“Well you’re obviously here because you already know that. Just say what it is you have to say and get out. Your presence in my home is making me uncomfortable, especially because I don’t know who the hell you are. For all I know, you could be some bitch who’s out to get what the fuck I got. Say what you need to say and leave!” she says. Humph, I guess she’s not so much a pushover after all. The bitch seems to have a little fight in her. I still got some fight left in me so she better watch herself.
“So Gregory is your husband right?”
“You know what? I’ve had enough of this little song and dance of yours. Just get the fuck out of my house,” she says.
“Wait! I’ll tell you. I hate to break this news to you like this, but I’ve been seeing your husband, Gregory for the past two years,” I say, watching her to see her reaction.
“What?” she asks as her lip begins to tremble. She tries her best not to show her true feelings to me, but I know how hurt she must be. I can tell just from looking at her. It’s like her entire demeanor has changed, from the way she was standing to the shift in her eyes.
“You heard me. I said your precious husband Greg is a cheater. I’ve been fucking him for two years now,” I repeat.
Her hand flies up to her mouth before she says, “I don’t know what kind of game you are playing, but it isn’t funny and I would like you to leave.” I have to let out a little laugh because I almost thought that bitch was going to hit me. Man, if she would have done that shit, they would have to scrape her ass off the floor.
“Oh, I can assure you that I am not playing any kind of game with you. It’s your husband who wanted to play games with me. You see, I only found out about you a couple of nights ago when I broke things off with him. Ain’t that some shit? Two fuckin’ years of my life, gone. And to a nigga that has a wife and kids,” I say with a slight laugh.
“I never knew that muthafucka had a wife or children, for that matter. Although, I should have known since he’s never invited me to his house, not even once,” I say.
“You’re lying,” she says, shaking her head profusely.
“No, I’m not but I thought you might say that. Tell me, does your husband have a birth mark that looks like the state of Louisiana on his lower back? About right here,” I say as I point to my lower back where Greg’s birth mark is located.
She stares at me but doesn’t say anything.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” she says, pretending to be unbothered.
“That doesn’t mean anything? Are you serious? Dang! Some of you women can be so naïve and gullible when it comes to your man. If someone had told me my man was cheating on me, I would at least give them the benefit of the doubt. I mean, what reason would they have to bring their ass over here otherwise?” I ask.
“What reason? Because you’re obviously jealous of me and want what I have,” she says.
“Jealous? Girl bye! Ain’t nobody jealous of yo ass. Hell, I don’t even know you to be jealous of you. And what am I jealous of? The fact that you have a nice house but your man doesn’t respect you enough to keep his dick in his drawers? Or the fact that you have two kids and they left your midsection looking like a short school bus? Jealous? You wish somebody were jealous of you,” I say with a cocky laugh.
“You need to leave. Get out of my house now!” she says on the verge of tears.
“Does Gregory lick your pussy and ass the way he does mine?” I ask.
She looks as if she’s about to throw up right there in her living room.
“You alright girl? You look sick, but let me show you something since you keep calling me a liar. Well I’m not lying to you and I can prove it,” I say as I pull my smart phone from my back pocket. I slide the arrow to unlock the phone and begin scrolling through the many pictures in it.
Lucky for me, I’ve taken pictures of me with Gregory on several occasions. I didn’t do it because I thought he might be cheating on me. I just did it because I liked taking pictures of the two of us together. Of course, I would have preferred to take selfies with Onyx, but since he was stuck on Starr and Mandy before her, I had to improvise.
When I find the pictures that I am looking for, I turn my phone so she can see that I’m not lying. On my screen is a slide show of pictures of myself and Gregory together. I made the slideshow earlier just for this purpose right here. There’s one where the two of us are kissing. Another one with the two of at the bowling alley. Oh, and there’s a personal favorite of mine where Gregory is lying in the hotel bed with part of his ass showing from under the comforter.
I know y’all think I’m being mean, but I don’t give a fuck. Why should Gregory get to walk away from our relationship happy in his marriage? That nigga played me and thought I was just going to let him. He thought I was just going to get over it. I’m eighteen so in what world do we just get over shit like this?
The look on his wife’s face as she is watching the different pictures glide by in my phone is priceless. She drops to the sofa and finally, the tears begin to fall.
“Why are you here?” she asks quietly through her tears.
“I just thought you should know that your husband has been deceiving you. I’m not trying to hurt you. I just thought you would want to know. I know that if it were me, I would definitely wanna know,” I say.
“Did you know that we had kids?”
“I didn’t know that he had kids or a wife. Sometimes he would call me and I would hear kids in the background. When I asked about them, he always told me they were his niece and nephew. Like I said, I just found out the other night that he had a wife and two kids,” I tell her.
“Oh God, I feel like I’m gonna be sick,” she says.
“So you never suspected that he was cheating on you?” I ask.
I cannot believe this shit. That is too crazy for her to say. How is it that she never knew or suspected her husband was cheating on her stupid ass? How can she say she never thought that? She had to be dumb as fuck not to know or see the signs. But then again, I didn’t see the signs, but I bet I would have seen them if Gregory had been my husband instead of my boyfriend.
“I really think you sh
ould leave,” she says.
“Why are you so upset with me? Don’t shoot the messenger. I mean, how stupid can you be to not suspect your husband was cheating on you? I mean, on the nights he slept out, he was with me. The nights he called and said he would be late from work, he was with me. Every time you needed him and he wasn’t here, he was with me. Where the hell did you think he was; bible study?” I ask.
I know I’m probably crossing a very thin line and I also know that Gregory will most likely come for me. But I don’t give a fuck. It was his idea to try and get the last laugh and make a monkey out of me, but we’ll see who has the last laugh now.
“I thought you said you didn’t know anything about me,” she says, eyeing me suspiciously.
“I didn’t know about you. Look the bottom line is, your man is the one you should be mad at. Just because I didn’t know about you, don’t mean he didn’t know about you. But I know your man didn’t come home on several different occasions because a lot of nights, he was with me, at the Motel 6 screwing me crazy. Ummmm, I’m pissed off at his ass right now, but he sure can lay the pipe can’t he?” I ask as I pretend to shiver from the thought of Gregory and I having sex. I try to give her a high five because she knows her man got that good wood, but she looks like she don’t want no part of it. Well fuck her then.
I don’t really know why I did that. I guess I wanted to hurt Gregory the same way that he hurt me. I don’t give a shit about this bitch right here. She ain’t nobody. She just happens to be caught in the middle of all this chaos between her husband and I.
“GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” she screams.
“I’m leaving. But how you get mad at me for bringing this important information to your attention? You should be more grateful when someone comes around bringing you information like this. I ain’t asking for no flowers or nothing, but a simple fuckin’ thank you would have been nice,” I tell her sarcastically.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU HOMEWRECKING BITCH!”
“Homewrecking bitch? Me? Nah, that would be your husband. If you wanna blame anybody for your home being a wreck, it’s that big dick husband of yours. You women are so stupid because y’all always get mad at the other woman involved. Why are you mad at me? I didn’t know Gregory had a wife, but what do you think the chances are that he didn’t know he was married? Do you hear how ridiculous that shit sounds? Your man cheated on you with me and instead of being mad at his lying ass, you’re mad with me. All I did was tell the truth, but you’re mad at me. Y’all married women be on some other shit,” I say as I shake my head from side to side.
“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!”
I’m looking at this chick screaming like a banshee and the only thing running through my mind is, “Damn, she mad!” She is really mad at the wrong one though. But fuck it, I’ll go. My work here is done anyway. And judging from her tone of voice and the look on her face, I’d say that she and Gregory are going to have it hot when he gets home from work tonight.
That’s what his bitch ass gets though. He should have known this shit between us was not over and I was going to pay him back for the shit he put me through. Lied to my ass for two fucking years huh? Well, that’s what he gets.
“Fine, I’ll leave. But you are really mad at the wrong person. You should really be mad at your man for putting you through this shit,” I say as I walk towards the front door, with her ass in tow.
When I get to the door, I decide to have a little last minute fun with her.
“Oh and by the way, you might wanna get checked out by your doctor. I had a couple of STDs within the last couple of weeks,” I say with a smile on my face.
Oh my God! I should have pulled out my phone and snatched a picture of her face at this very moment. This shit right here is way too funny for me to not be able to share it on my Facebook page. Maybe I can make a funny picture of her ass on Snap Chat.
I ain’t never had an STD before, and the only reason I told her that was to get a rise out of her. Now that she’s pissed, I mean really pissed, this shit is even funnier that I thought it would be. Just looking at the tears about to escape from her eyes and the trembling in her bottom lip is priceless.
“You had what?” she asks.
“You heard me. I had a couple of sexually transmitted diseases so you may want to get checked out. Make them check you for syphilis and gonorrhea because those are the two that really had me feeling my worse. I mean, they had me acting and smelling horrible. Kinda like you smell right now,” I say, sniffing my nose while trying my best to keep a straight face.
I open the door and walk outside. The door slams behind me after she calls me a bitch one more time. Once I make it to my car, I can’t stop laughing. She is going to be so mad with Gregory’s ass. That’s just what the fuck he gets though for trying to play my ass. I’m the type of chick that don’t get mad, I get even.
I wish I could see the look on Gregory’s face when he gets home and finds his wife ready to tear his ass apart. I hope she leaves him or at least, kicks his sorry ass out. It’s submissive and stupid women like her that make it hard for real women like me to have a successful relationship.
I get in my car, start it up and back out their driveway. You would think that I feel better now since I know who Gregory is married to. You would think that I feel a sense of satisfaction since I gave him a little taste of payback. You would think that, but for some reason, I don’t feel the way I thought I would feel. I thought that I would feel really good about this, but for some reason, I feel bad about what I just did.
I just busted up someone’s marriage and she thought her husband was faithful to her. I wanted to hurt Gregory, but I ended up hurting a woman who didn’t do anything to me. I try to force myself to not give a shit about her. Why should I care how that woman feels? Her husband didn’t give a shit about how I felt when he was fucking over me.
My mind wanders to Onyx and what he’s doing. Now Onyx is a man that is respectful, caring and faithful. He is all the things that Gregory isn’t and I wish that I had known him before Mandy’s dumb ass. I used to love my cousin a lot when we were younger. We grew up together and we were so close. Now, I don’t give a fuck about that bitch and she doesn’t deserve a man like Onyx. He’s too good for a bitch like her.
I wonder what Mandy is doing right now. I mean, she had to face the truth about her fake pregnancy and get that beat down from me earlier. She lost her man and if the cops find out about that windshield, she will lose her freedom too. I wish she would push me that far. Y’all already know I don’t give a fuck.
If it’ll get me closer to Onyx, I may just tell him about that damn windshield. I need to get my cousin, Ernest to take a picture and send it to me. I’m sure he finished fixing her car by now and she’s riding around without a care in the world. Dumb bitch.
I think my cousin was being very selfish by putting Onyx on the spot like that and trying to make him believe she was having his kid. I know she wants him back but I also know he don’t want her back. That nigga is so stuck on Starr’s ass, he probably knows when she’s about to take a shit. That’s how far up her ass he is.
I know that Mandy don’t want Onyx to be with Starr. Hell, I don’t want him to be with Starr’s ass either. But in order to get him, I have to play my cards right. Mandy should have played her hand a little differently and maybe she would have been more successful at getting him back. The way shit is now, she won’t ever get him back. I will make sure of that shit.
If Onyx had been my man, I would have never alienated him to the point where he would want to leave me. I would have loved him and done so much to and for him, that he would have loved me back. He wouldn’t have been able to help himself because the type of woman that I am, I can charm the pants off a monk and they don’t even wear pants.
CHAPTER FIVE
Onyx
I have been sitting by Starr’s bedside for two days, along with her mom. Her sister and dad come by after wo
rk to check on Starr. The doctor gave her some medicine to make her sleep comfortably and apparently it works. I was a little concerned when she didn’t wake up the next day following her surgery, but Doctor Links assured me that she was fine and would wake up soon.
When I decided to contact Mandy, I wanted to know where the hell she was. I should have known she wasn’t going to give me an answer to that question. She has to know by now that the police are looking for her and that damn raggedy ass car she drives. For her to be so fucking petty as to hit Starr in the parking lot makes me want to wring her damn neck.
I used to love that girl, but Mandy has turned in to the worse bitch ever. I wish I had never dated her fucking ass. If I had not dated her ass, Starr wouldn’t be lying in this hospital bed right now. She would be at home safe and wrapped in my arms while we talk about our summer plans.
I knew that Mandy was spiraling out of control but for her to do some shit like this. She has got to be of her fucking rocker. How do you hit someone with your car? Who the fuck does that shit besides some crazy person?
When I contacted Lucy to find out where Mandy was, I just knew that she would give me the information I was desperate to have. I’m glad she didn’t know though, because the way I was feeling, I would have done something that would have landed my black ass in the slammer. I really want to just wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze until there ain’t no more life left in her dumb ass.
I wonder if Lucy has found out anything about Mandy’s ass. I need to hit her up and find out what the hell is going on. If anybody knows where Mandy is, it would be her cousin, Lucy. And I know Lucy will tell me because if it wasn’t for her, I still wouldn’t know anything about Mandy’s fake pregnancy. With her old lying ass.
I’m glad I don’t have to worry about no bullshit like that when it comes to Starr. As I look over at her and touch her hand, I say a silent prayer for God to wake my baby up from her deep sleep. If I didn’t know any better, I would think she was in a coma. But the doctor told us she’s just sleeping for a little while and she will wake up any minute.