Stalker

by Brenda Hampton

  “Move, bitch,” she shouted. “Get out of my driveway, now!”

  I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough for her because the next thing I knew, she rushed up to my car, lifted the bat, and came crashing down on the hood with it. I witnessed a dent appear, as well as the paint chip. I revved up the engine and started to run that heifer over. But before another thought came to mind, she pounded my car with the bat again . . . and again. She came over to the driver’s side, now, lifted the bat over my windshield, and cracked it into many pieces. A few shards of the glass fell inside of the car. That’s when I backed out of her driveway with screeching tires. I almost crashed into a car that swerved to avoid hitting me. Lajuanna lifted the bat and continued to spew curses at me. I couldn’t make out much of what she said, simply because the sound of my tires screeching drowned out her voice.

  My heart was racing all the way home. I couldn’t believe what kind of woman Brent was married to. It was now game on after what she’d done—I really meant it. The second I got home, I snapped photos of my car. I had so much damaging evidence against the two of them, it was almost laughable. Whenever the police came back this way again, I would certainly use the pictures in my favor.

  * * *

  A few days later, which also happened to be Kendal’s birthday, I was arrested. We were getting ready to go meet some of her friends for dinner when the police arrived and arrested me. I told Kendal to contact her stupid father to come get her while handcuffs were put on me and I was taken to the police station to be booked. Kendal appeared nervous as ever as she watched the police car speed away. I hoped she did as she was told, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her as the officer stood next to me with an attitude.

  “I just don’t understand how I can be arrested when no one has heard my side of the story.”

  The officer didn’t respond. He snapped a photo of me in tears. I was asked to calm down, and minutes later, I was taken into a room where I was able to tell another officer, Officer Wayne, who happened to be sexy and black, what had been going on. I dug in my purse to show him the photos I had printed.

  “This is so unfair,” I said, smacking my tears away. “Brent has been the one harassing me. I tried to tell his wife about him, but she got angry and started pounding my car with a bat. It’s in the shop getting fixed. I have to drive a rent-a-car to get around. Look at those bruises on my body and look at the damages to my car.”

  Officer Wayne flipped through the photos. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking until he laid the photos on the table and looked at me.

  “I’m more concerned about what happened at the school. Several students reported the incident to their parents. Mr. Carson has been suspended until an investigation is done. I was asked to bring you in and get your side of the story. What happened that day, and why did you go to the school with a gun?”

  I cocked my head back. “Gun? I don’t even own a gun. Who said I had a gun?”

  “Mr. Carson did. None of the students mentioned it, but Mr. Carson said you had one.”

  “Mr. Carson is a liar. He will say anything to make himself look good. He’s just upset that I ended things with him after he finally told me he was married. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t upset with him for telling me about his wife, after he and I had been together for over a year. But what he’s accusing me of is ridiculous. He needs to be the one arrested, and I should have gotten a restraining order against him the first time he put his hands on me.”

  “When was the first time he put his hands on you?”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and started to fake cry. Tears poured from my eyes. I was barely able to catch my breath. “He . . . He started abusing me about two months into the relationship. I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never had a relationship with a man who put his hands on me, and I was scared, very scared, to report his actions. Had I known it would come to this, I now wish I would have said something a long time ago.”

  Officer Wayne’s tone started to soften. “I know it’s hard to speak up when things like that happen, but you have to report men who abuse you. Mr. Carson seems like a nice man, but so did Ted Bundy. Now, you have a situation where you must get an attorney to defend you or go before a judge yourself. I’ll give you a summons to appear in court, but I can tell you that no judge is going to understand why you went on school premises to deal with personal matters.”

  “All I wanted to do was talk to him that day. I had just come from the hospital to have my arm looked at. I thought it was broken. I was upset, and I knew that he wasn’t going to talk to me with his wife around. His job was the only place I could get him to listen to me.”

  “Tell all of that to the judge. I’m going to release you, but please do not miss your court date.”

  “I won’t. I promise you I will be there.”

  He gave my photos back to me. “Be sure to have those with you, wear white, and bring any witnesses that you have.”

  I thanked Officer Wayne, and when he got up from the table, my eyes shifted right to the nice-sized print in his tight uniform pants. I wasn’t sure if he’d seen the hungry look in my eyes, but he was one man who could definitely get it—right here and right now. Too bad he didn’t seem to want it. He left the room, and in less than ten minutes, he came back with some paperwork for me to sign, and then I was free to go.

  Unfortunately for me, I had to call a cab that didn’t come until an hour later. I kept calling Kendal, but there was no answer. I hated to call Malik, but when he didn’t answer I left a message, telling him I was on my way home, just in case Kendal was with him.

  The second I got home, I could hear my telephone ringing off the hook. I rushed to it, and when I answered, the person on the other end hung up on me. After that, my cell phone rang. I answered that as well, and yet again, the unknown caller hung up. I suspected that it was either Brent or his wife trying to see if I was home. I guess they figured I would be locked up for days. Maybe I would have been, but the officer I spoke with seemed real nice. He advised me to get a lawyer, but I didn’t need one to make my case for me. I was prepared to throw everything that I could at Brent, and then some.

  Now that I was home, I waited to hear back from Kendal or Malik. I finally reached him after calling his phone over and over again.

  “Why do you keep calling me, woman? I was at the casino and couldn’t hear my phone. What is so damn important?”

  “I thought Kendal was with you. I guess not.”

  “Why would Kendal be with me, especially when she’s always with you?”

  “Because something important came up. And since it is her sixteenth birthday, I thought you would’ve picked her up and spent some time with her.”

  He was quiet. Asshole didn’t even remember that it was her birthday. What a deadbeat.

  “I . . . I’ll call her next week to see if she wants to do something. Better yet, just tell her to call me.”

  I just hung up on him. Between him and Brent, I had my hands full.

  Since Kendal wasn’t with him, I was worried about where she had gone. I was now blowing her phone up. I even called her friend, Tammi, to see if she was with Kendal.

  “We talked earlier, but she told me she would call me later. If I hear from her, I’ll tell her to call home.”

  “Please do. I’m real worried about her. I have no idea where she’s at.”

  I paced the floor, biting my nails and wondering where my child had gone. I knew she felt some kind of way after seeing me get arrested, and why didn’t she call Malik like I told her to? I had a feeling inside that something was very wrong. I kept looking out the window, and when the young man who came to my door that day pulled his car in my driveway, I knew what was up. Kendal had been with him. This shit was getting out of hand, so I rushed to the front door, opening it. As the two of them were inside of his car kissing, I marched outside to let them know that I didn’t approve.

  “Kendal,” I shouted, causing her to back away from him. “What in the he
ll are you doing?”

  She hurried to get out of the car. The boy looked at me with wide eyes. “Didn’t I tell you not to come over here again?”

  He didn’t reply, but Kendal did. “Mama, it’s my birthday. What did you want me to do? Go to the police station with you?”

  I wanted to choke her. Instead, I pointed to the door, ordering her to go inside. “Now, Kendal, before I hurt your feelings.”

  “You’ve already hurt my feelings by coming out here embarrassing me.”

  “Good! And I’m about to hurt them even more when we get inside.” I looked at the boy again. “Out! Get out of my driveway and don’t come here again. I have a feeling that you’re too old to be with my daughter. If you come here again, I’ll have you arrested.”

  That surely got his ass out of my driveway. Kendal went inside, huffing and puffing about how much I had ruined her day.

  “You ruined your own day, sweetheart. I told you to call that fool-ass father of yours. Why didn’t you call him?”

  “I did call him, but he didn’t answer his stupid phone. He doesn’t have time for me, and neither do you. So I found someone who was willing to make time for me. Now, you’re mad.”

  I walked toward the kitchen, just so we didn’t have to yell at each other from a distance. “You’re darn right I’m mad. Mad because you have no business riding around with that boy. You’re only fifteen, and he looks as if he’s nineteen or twenty something.”

  “I’m sixteen, thank you very much. And old enough to choose my own friends.”

  “Wow, sixteen. You’re so grown,” I said sarcastically.

  Kendal rolled her eyes and plopped down in a chair. “Are you done yet?”

  “Yes, I am. I’m done, and I’m leaving. I need to get out of here tonight. As for you, young lady, don’t you leave this house and go anywhere else today. Got it?”

  She’d already had her fun, so she acted as if she didn’t care. I watched her go into her room and close the door. I listened to her on her cell phone, talking to someone about how much she hated living here with me. Kendal just didn’t know how good she had it. Poor child didn’t have a clue.

  I left and drove around for a while, thinking about my chaotic situation. Kendal and I always managed to patch things up, but this situation with Brent still had me on edge. I didn’t know why I couldn’t just get over it and move on. I hated him so much, and what he had done to me took so much out of me. I found myself driving by his house again. This time, both cars were in the driveway. The lights were on. I wondered if he had gotten the cameras like he said he would. From a distance, I didn’t see any cameras, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. I parked my car almost a block away from his house. The closer I got, the more I checked my surroundings. If he had cameras, I surely didn’t see them up close. He was probably just trying to scare me, but it would take more than his words to do that.

  I tiptoed to the front window to look inside. The living room was dim. No one was in there. I then went to the side of the house to look into the dining room and den. A light was on in the den, and a few candles were lit in the dining room. Still, there was no sign of Brent and his wife. A crunching sound was underneath my feet as I stepped on a pile of leaves and made my way around back, to his bedroom window. Again, the lights were dim, but I could see the two of them standing and hugging each other near the bed. They were talking to each other. I wished I knew what they were saying. Brent was in his boxers, Lajuanna was in a pair of jeans and a bra. They laughed, and as she tried to walk away, Brent reached for her hand, pulling her into his arms. They kissed, and his hands lowered to cuff her healthy ass cheeks that looked perfect in those jeans. She playfully backed away from him, shoving his chest with laughter again. That’s when he lifted her in his arms, carrying her to another room. I wasn’t sure where they went into. I walked around to the other side of the house and saw them standing in the den. Another conversation took place, and minutes later, she left the room again. Within a minute, she came back with a shirt in her hand. She pulled it over her head, and I saw her pick up her purse from the table. She stepped forward to kiss Brent again, and the two of them walked toward the front door. I hurried to duck down, figuring she was leaving. From behind a bush, I saw her get into her car and back out of the driveway. I hoped that she wasn’t going in the same direction as I was parked. I sighed with relief when I saw her go the other way. When I heard the door shut, I rushed back to the window. Brent opened the door to get a towel from the linen closet. He threw it over his shoulder, and I saw him crank up the volume on the radio. He walked toward his bedroom again. I moved quickly to look in that window again. This time, I saw him remove his boxers and toss them on the bed. The towel was still thrown over his shoulder, so I assumed he was about to take a shower. I waited until he closed the bathroom door before I made my next move.

  Getting into Brent’s house was easy. He kept a spare key underneath a flowerpot on the porch. I hoped he hadn’t removed it, and sure enough, when I moved the pot aside, there was the key. I stuck it in the lock. The door popped right open. As I walked inside, I could smell incense burning. Most of the rooms in the inside were dimly lit, but the kitchen light was the brightest. Soft music played throughout, and as I tiptoed down the hallway, taking myself to the bathroom, I heard Brent whistling. The water was running too. I wasn’t sure how much time I had before his wife came back, but this was one time I was willing to take a big risk. I stripped naked and tossed my clothes on the bed. There was a comb on the dresser, so I combed my hair back, slicking it down with my hands. I took a deep breath before opening the door to the bathroom. The light was on, but I quickly turned it off.

  “Yeah, I figured you would come back to get you some more,” Brent said, as I heard the shower door slide over.

  “Mmmm-hmmmm,” was all I said, then moved my way toward him.

  I stepped inside of the shower, our bodies were real close. Water rained on us, and I could already feel my coochie leaking. He lifted his hands to hold the sides of my face. And as he leaned in to kiss my lips, I wasn’t sure if I should go for it all or just peck his lips. I quickly decided that a peck was good enough. Maybe for me, but it wasn’t for Brent. He lifted me to his waist. I straddled my legs around him, my arms were around his neck. After he inserted his dick inside of me, my head dropped back. My mouth opened. I was excited to feel his strokes again. I wanted to tell him how he made me feel, but I waited. Waited until he touched my hotspot that made me release a satisfying moan.

  “Mmmmm, you’re so wet, and you smell so damn good,” he said. “Why is your pussy so tight like this?”

  If only I could tell him why. I didn’t want him to get suspicious, so I lowered my legs, causing his steel to slip out of me.

  “Wha . . . Where you going?”

  I dropped to my knees to silence him. While holding his thick muscle with my hand, I began to slob and bob all over it. He could barely stand still. He dropped to the shower seat behind him, taking deep breaths. And when his hands started to roam in my hair, that was when the festivities were just about over. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he shot up from the seat like a rocket.

  “Wha . . . who the fuck—”

  Brent hurried out of the shower and flicked the lights on. I remained in the shower, where the warm water continued to pour on me. His eyes grew wide and wider.

  “Are you fucking crazy?” he shouted. “How in the hell did you get in here?”

  “Does that really matter? Calm down and let me finish what I started. You know you enjoyed it, Brent, so stop tripping.”

  With a tight face, he rushed out of the bathroom, threatening to call the police. I ran out of the bathroom, only to see him standing next to his dresser with the phone up to his ear. I snatched the phone and held it behind my back.

  “I said calm down. All I want is for you to make love to me, like you used to do. Give me five minutes of your time, and then I’ll leave.”

  Rage covered Brent’s fa
ce. His eyes narrowed, and before I knew it, he charged me. I fell back on the bed, with the phone and my arms still tucked behind me. Brent and I tussled as he tried to take the phone from me.

  “Give it here, you crazy bitch! You need help! Mental help because this makes no damn sense!”

  I kneed him in the groin for calling me a crazy bitch. That got him to calm down, and as he held his goods, I reached into a drawer in his nightstand where I knew there was a pocketknife.

  “I won’t use this if I don’t have to.” I straddled myself on top of him as his eyes were squeezed together. Poor baby was in so much pain. I offered to help him. “Awww, let me take care of that for you. I promise that after I’m finished, you will feel so much better.”

  I held the knife near the center of Brent’s chest. And as I lowered myself, I lightly bit into his hand, telling him to move it away from his goods. He slowly released his hand, and after I shoved it away from his dick, I covered the limp thing with my mouth. It took a few minutes, but inch-by-inch, his dick started to rise. He dropped his head back and kept taking deep breaths, as if he was trying to fight the feeling.

  “Don’t do this,” he said in a whiny voice. “Stop this, Abby, please stop this. I . . . I don’t want you anymore.”

  Hell, I surely couldn’t tell. His dick had grown to new heights. I damn near sucked the skin off of it, and as my jaws tightened and my throat felt deeper and deeper to him, he was defeated. His semen sprayed my mouth, and there was plenty of it. I licked my lips and stood up. Brent attempted to sit up, but I held the knife in his direction.

  “Stay. Don’t move until I leave. That was good, baby. I wish we’d had more time in the bathroom, but maybe next time. Call me if you ever want to feel the tightness of my pussy again and get a whiff of my sweet-smelling perfume. As always, I’ll be waiting on you.”

  I kept my eyes on Brent as I snatched up my clothes and reached for my purse. My phone was inside, so I pulled it out, hurrying to take a picture of him lying on the bed with a dripping wet dick. He appeared so stunned by my actions that, at first, he lay on the bed like a mummy. Taking the photo caused him to move, but, yet again, he was met with the knife.