by Lady Lissa
“When did you become this disrespectful little…” my mom begins but my dad walks in.
“ENOUGH! What is wrong with you two? You do realize we are in a hospital right? Starr is laying in that bed and you two are arguing so loud, that everyone down the hall can hear you. Now Maggie, you owe your mother an apology,” my dad says.
“Dad, did Onyx leave?” I ask.
“Yes sweetheart,” he says sadly.
“Maggie Lynn Landry, I am waiting,” my dad says, giving my sister a stern look.
“Sorry,” she says, barely giving my mom eye contact.
“Now I understand why Starr is upset with your mother, but what’s going on with you two?” he asks, exchanging looks with both my mom and sister.
“She started it. Always talking about things she knows nothing about. She called Trevor a dope dealer and says he sells drugs on the corner. That’s not true!” Maggie says.
“This is a discussion that should be had at home, not here. Your sister and our daughter is trying to get better here. This isn’t the time or the place,” my dad says.
My phone beeps, letting me know that I have a text message. I pull out my phone and my insides begin to quiver.
Onyx: I love u Starr
Me: I love u 2
Onyx: No one can keep us apart
Me: I know
Onyx: I’m sorry for choking her but I was so mad for what she did to u
Me: I know babe
Onyx: U r the love of my life
Me: N u r mine
Onyx: I miss u
Me: I miss u 2
Onyx: I’ll hit u up later…I love u
Me: I love u 2
After exchanging texts with Onyx, I feel so much better. Now, the arguments my family is having isn’t bothering me one bit. My mom can’t stop me and Onyx from being together. This is something that I know. If it’s the last thing I do, I will figure out a way for us to be together.
Five weeks later…
“Oh God, I missed you so much,” Onyx says as he kisses me deeply.
“I missed you more baby,” I say.
We are at my house; my parents and sister are at work and J.T. is spending the week with his friend from school. My brother has grown so much. I forget sometimes that he is my little brother because he is so much taller than I am. My little brother is now fourteen years old and stands six feet tall. As I said, he’s my little, big brother.
J.T. is now in high school and on the same basketball team that Onyx was once the star of. He is really good at basketball too. With Onyx and I to guide him, of course he’s going to be a star on the team too, one day. He even has a little girlfriend name Tonyetta. She’s a sweet kid but that name is so ghetto to me.
The doctors released me over a month ago and Onyx and I have been sneaking around ever since. But we have only been cuddling because of my fractured pelvic injury and my broken arm. Yesterday, I went to the doctor and got a clean bill of health. I got my cast of my arm and the okay to play basketball again. I figured if I can play basketball, I can give my man some of his goodies he’s been missing out on for the past month and a half.
“I told you no one can keep us apart,” he tells me.
“No one,” I respond as we interlock our fingers.
He brings his lips to mine again for another kiss and this one gets the juices flowing inside me. I am so happy I got the cast off so I can hold my man close to me with both arms. I want to show him just how much I love him. He reaches in his pocket for a condom and I grab his hand.
“Wait baby, I need to get a condom.”
“No, don’t,” I tell him.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want you to use a condom,” I say.
“Babe, do you realize what you’re saying?” he asks.
“Yea and I love you. The question is, how much do you really love me?” I ask.
“More than anything in this world,” he responds with a searing kiss.
“That’s all I need to hear,” I say as I mount his hard pole.
Feeling him inside me after so long has me so weak. My body is shivering and my juices are flowing. As I rotate my hips and grind my pelvis into him, I begin to tremble as my body reacts to the orgasm that’s invading it.
“Oh my God! That feels so good!” I cry out.
“I love you Starr,” he says as he puts his mouth on mine. Our tongues dance together as he pushes his dick deeper inside me.
“Sssssss!” I cry out because it feels really good.
“You love that dick baby?” he asks.
“Oh yes baby,” I say.
In one swift motion, Onyx flips me on my back and begins grinding his dick slowly into me. This boy knows he has skills when it comes to making love. He has my toes curling right now. He reaches down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, toying with it gently with his tongue. Oh man, that shit is electrifying, especially with the feelings already racing between my legs.
He sucks on my breast while nibbling on my nipple as he goes deeper into me. He lifts a leg into the crook of his arm and that shit send s me completely over the edge. I have missed making love to him so much. I take comfort in knowing that my mom will never keep us apart.
“Give it to me harder baby,” I cry out.
He does exactly what I ask and begins plummeting his dick inside me just a little harder. I know he’s holding back because I just got the green light from my doctor, but that’s cool because I still feel his dick inside me and the feeling is amazing. Have you ever made love to a man that you were totally and completely in love with? It’s like the most incredible feeling. Knowing that he loves you as much as you love him and that he will do any and everything to protect you.
“Oh my God! I’m cumming,” I cry out.
“Cum for me baby. Cum all over this dick! Your dick,” he says.
“Oh yaaaaasssssss!” I cry out as I release my fluids onto his dick.
Soon I feel his body shivering and his muscles tighten as he releases his own load, all up inside me. He brings his lips to mine and we share a slow, deep and very passionate kiss. I feel so good about our lovemaking session and I know that we are linked together forever.
“I love you so much Starr,” he says.
“I love you too Onyx,” I say as we continue to kiss each other as if our lives depend on it.
We spend the rest of the afternoon in each other’s arms, making up for lost time. Onyx sneaks back over to his house about an hour before our parents are due home from work. That gives me just enough time to wash up and have my room smelling Febreeze instead of sex. I shiver as I change the sheets on my bed.
Onyx’s scent is still in them so I hurry up and throw them into the washer. The last thing I need to hear is my mom blowing up behind something she can’t control. She can’t ever keep Onyx and I apart. The sooner she realizes that, the better off we will all be. And at the end of the day, he and I are destined to be together and there’s nothing she or anyone else can do to stop us.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Gregory
Shit between Sharonda and I have been rough the past couple of months. She has barely even looked at me, she only speaks to me concerning the kids, and she won’t let me touch her at all. I’ve apologized to her over and over again, but she won’t accept it. I’ve even offered to go to counseling sessions with her, but she refuses. She says the marriage is already ruined and counseling would be a waste of time.
I hate that Lucy has put me in this situation with my family and if it’s the last thing I do, I am going to make her pay for what she’s done. She’s out there walking around, happy go lucky and without a care in the world. While I’m sitting here watching my family slowly drift away into nothing. I love my wife and my kids mean everything to me.
It was stupid of me to have those affairs, but I never expected her to find out and she wouldn’t have if Lucy hadn’t come over here running her big mouth. I still can’t believe she did this to me. I have be
en walking around feeling like shit for the past two months, but today. Today, I will walk away feeling better. Today, I will do what I should have done since the day I came home and found my family life had been destroyed.
Now that Sharonda doesn’t give a fuck about where I’m going or who I’m with, whenever I need to go somewhere, I just leave. I don’t say anything to her. I just hop in my truck and ride out. As I drive to Lucy’s house to confront her about why she betrayed me, I feel a sudden calmness sweep over me.
I throw in my Kevin Gates CD and one of my favorite songs come on. Supposed to Be in Love is how I used to feel about Lucy. I really thought at one time that she and I were in love, but that shit wasn’t love. Love don’t supposed to hurt you like that. That ain’t love. I sing along with that nigga Kevin all the way to Lucy’s house.
When I arrive, I park my car in the driveway just like I’ve done so many other times before this. I haven’t spoken to her since I found out she had been to my house. And then all we did was text each other. I never got to tell her in person how I really feel. She never got to hear the despair in my voice and the bitch never once apologized for causing my family so much pain.
It’s okay though because I bet she apologize today. If it’s the last thing I hear before I walk out, it’ll be an apology. I take several deep breaths before going to the door. The last thing I want is for Lucy’s mom to suspect how much I despise and how bad I want to kill her daughter. I ring the doorbell and just as I thought, her mom answers the door. She pulls the door back and gives me a huge smile. I always did like this lady.
“Hello Miss Mary, how are you?” I ask, pouring on the charm. I don’t need or want her to suspect anything.
“Hello Gregory, I’m fine. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen you around here. How have you been?” she asks as she reaches out for a hug. I hug her back then pull away.
“I’m good. Is Lucy here?”
“Yes, she is in her room. She mentioned to me a while back that the two of you are on the outs. I’m sorry to hear that. I always thought the two of you made a beautiful couple,” she beams.
“Thank you. I appreciate the kind words. Do you mind if I go see her?”
“No, not at all. I’m actually glad you’re hear. Maybe the two of you can work things out,” she says with a smile.
I just smile back at her but I know damn well I ain’t fixing to work nothing out with that bitch. I walk up the stairs that lead to Lucy’s bedroom and don’t even bother knocking on her door. I just let myself in and she’s laying on her bed, listening to music with her earplugs in her ear. When I walk in, she doesn’t even bother to look up.
I guess she either didn’t hear me come in or she just thought I was her mom. When she does finally look up it’s too late. I click the lock on the door in place and stare at her menacingly. She immediately jumps out the bed, dropping her phone on the floor. Before she can say anything, I pounce on her ass, covering her mouth with my hand.
Her eyes are huge as I press her back against the wall. Tears immediately spring to her eyes which is good. I want her to be afraid of me and from the look she’s giving me, I’d say she definitely is that.
“You thought you were just gonna come to my house and cause problems for me and my wife and get away with it? You didn’t think that I was gonna come after your bitch ass for that shit?” I ask as she struggles to get my hand off her mouth.
“Why the fuck would you do that shit? We were over and done with, so you had no reason to tell my wife about our affair. I know you did that shit out of spite. Trying to destroy my life by throwing shade on me and my family. You thought you were going to have the upper hand, but tell me something bitch. Who has the upper hand now?” I ask, my voice dripping with anger.
“Lucy! I’m going out for a couple of hours! I need to go to your Auntie Monica’s house to check on her and Mandy,” her mom yells upstairs.
“She’s in the bathroom. I’ll let her know!” I yell back.
“Okay Gregory, thanks and if you leave before I make it back, take care!” her mom yells.
“Thanks Ms. Mary, you too.”
When I hear the front door slam and I know that Lucy and I are by ourselves, I smile at her and I probably look as devilish as Satan right about now. Judging from the look on her face, I would say, I definitely look scary to her.
“Now, I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth. If you so much as let out a peep or a squeal louder than it should be, I will kill you where you stand. And trust me, as mad as I am with your ass right now, I can kill you,” I threaten her. I’m not lying either and I need her to know just how serious I am about what I am saying to her.
“Do you understand me?” I ask.
She nods her head as tears stream down her cheeks. I remove my hand from her mouth and she starts sobbing louder.
“Why the fuck did you go to my house? Why the fuck would you talk to my wife?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer me, just continues to cry a fucking river. I don’t give a fuck about her damn tears. She can cry as much as she wants to and I wouldn’t give a damn.
“Answer me!” I shout.
Finally she looks at me, lips quivering and her eyes darting nervously from side to side.
“Because you played me! You played me for two fucking years. Did you think that was cool or that it was some kind of joke? Were you laughing at how you took advantage of a teenager? If that’s what you thought, it wasn’t funny!” she says.
“In the two years that we dated, did the fact that I was married harm or hurt you in any way? No, because you didn’t even know about my wife. That’s why I didn’t tell you about her. I didn’t want you trying to throw my wife in my face every time we argued or got into it. I didn’t want you bickering with me when I had to cancel a date or something important that you wanted to do. I did my best to be there for both you and my wife the whole time we were together and I must have done a great job because she didn’t know about you and you didn’t know about her. But as soon as I told you about her, you wanna go and fuck up my home life. I’m not sure why I told you about my wife, but I definitely didn’t tell you so you could go to her and confess our relationship,” I say.
“YOU PLAYED ME! So don’t act all innocent and shit! All this took place because of you, not me, YOU! You destroyed your relationship with your wife by fucking around with me. You did that and now you wanna take it out on me because shit ain’t going good for you at home. If you wanna blame somebody, look in the mirror,” she says.
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s my fault or not! You had no right to go over to my house and confront my wife! You didn’t have any reason to be there and then you told her that you had fuckin’ syphilis and gonorrhea! Are you fuckin’ kidding me bitch? I ain’t never had an STD in my fuckin’ life! But you got my wife looking at me like I got the HIV virus and shit!” I say.
She busts out laughing when I said that and that just angers me more. The fact that this bitch is smiling when I’m telling her how she fucked up my life is the straw that broke the camel’s back. And she isn’t just smiling, she’s fucking laughing.
“So you think this shit is funny?” I ask her.
“Actually I do. You are a fuckin’ joke Gregory. You and your bitch ass fat wife! Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the police and have you arrested for trespassing!” she says.
That enrages me more than before and I grab her by her fuckin’ neck and start squeezing. All of a sudden, her laughter stops and her eyes bulge out again. She looks afraid and she should be. I have never been this angry with anyone in my life. I keep squeezing as she tries to pry my hands away from her neck, leaving scratches on the back of my hands.
“Oh, you ain’t laughing now huh? Laugh again bitch,” I say. When I see her face turning blue, I let go of her neck and she falls to the floor, gasping for air.
She continues to gasp for breath as I stand over her looking down at her. Now I’m the one with the smile on my face
.
“Are you insane?” she asks as she coughs a little.
“No, are you?” I ask her, a sinister smile spreading across my face.
“I’m calling the police,” she says as she tries to get up off the floor.
I grab a fistful of her long hair and ask, “Do you want me to finish the fuckin’ job, hoe?”
“Let me go muthafucka!” she yells.
“You think I’m playing with you Lucy? Huh?” I grab both sides of her face with my hand and squeeze until her lips look like fish lips.
She violently shakes her head no. Now, I want y’all to understand something about me. I have never been violent towards a woman before in my life. But you can only push a nigga so far. I’ve tried to make peace with the chaos I’ve caused in my marriage, but I couldn’t stop thinking that there wouldn’t be chaos in my marriage if it wasn’t for this bitch right here. She is the reason my wife won’t talk to me. She is the reason I can’t touch my woman. She is the fucking reason I ain’t had no pussy in almost three months!
“You know what? Since you like running your mouth and talking shit, why don’t you fill your mouth with this dick?” I ask as I begin to pull my dick out of my pants.
“I’m not sucking your damn dick. Go home and let your fuckin’ wife do that shit for you!” she says.
“Bitch, I will kill you right here where you are. Get on your fuckin’ knees and suck my dick like I told you to!” I say and I’m sure the look on my face reflects exactly how I feel. She wastes no time getting to her knees and positioning herself in front of me. She would want to act right if she knows what’s good for her.
She takes my big dick in her hands and looks at it, almost as if she wants to bite it. I grab her by her face, making sure to squeeze her cheeks harder than the first time and say, “Bite me and I will knock all your fuckin’ teeth out your mouth!”
She finally slides my hard dick in her mouth and begins to suck it.
“Stroke it too muthafucka! And don’t forget to lick my damn balls. You know how I like it so stop acting dumb!” I tell her. She sucks and strokes my dick, licking my balls every few strokes.