by TT Dorsett
Paris continued, “These are my rules Patrice. Either you obey them, or you get the fuck out. It’s as simple as that.”
Finally, Porsche spoke up and said, “Paris we are getting way ahead of ourselves here. I know that you are angry but you cannot put her out.”
“I’m not putting her out Porsche,” said Paris, “I said she will either follow my rules or get out if she can’t.”
“You’re not being fair Paris,” I said, “I thought you would be more understanding about this. I thought you would help me and be there for me,” I sobbed. “How can you turn your back on me when I need you the most Paris?” I cried, “How can you ask me to kill my baby?”
“Would you do that same thing Paris if you were in my shoes,” I asked. She was quiet for a minute and then I said, “I didn’t think so.”
“That’s not the point here Patrice. The point is that you cannot have this baby,” Paris said, “What about Harvard Patrice?”
“What about it,” I said, “Paris, I can still go to any college I want on a full scholarship.”
“And who will be keeping the baby while you and Tony are in school? What about the bills and baby things,” Paris asked.
“Well,” I explained, “I have my trust fund so we are alright for a while. Plus we both agreed to get jobs.”
“You are crazy if you think this is going to work,” Paris said.
“It is going to work Paris. All I want is your blessings and your support. Please,” I begged.
We all were quiet for a minute and I wondered what Porsche was thinking. Usually she had so much to say but now I was afraid to ask her what her thoughts were on the issue. I already had one sister attacking me and I really didn’t feel like another one. Paris finally broke the silence.
Paris asked, “So are you going to follow my rules Patrice?”
“You can’t be serious Paris. Please don’t do this,” I pleaded.
“I’m doing this for your own good,” Paris said.
I took a deep breath and realized I had to go with my gut decision.
“Then I guess I will be packing my stuff tonight to get out of your house,” I said.
“Paris, let’s just work through this,” Porsche pleaded.
Paris replied, “No. Patrice has made up her mind, so from now on she has her husband to help with whatever she needs since she is grown.”
I just shook my hand at my sister because I cannot believe that she was acting like such a bitch and then finally everything came into play. Since she wanted to be mean and spiteful to me then I was going to be mean and spiteful to her.
I asked, “Paris what is this really about? Are you mad that I beat you to the punch of having a baby and a husband of my own?”
She lunged at me but Porsche blocked her from coming towards me. “This is what this whole thing is about Paris. You are jealous of me, aren’t you?” I said spitefully.
“You are over stepping your boundaries little girl,” Paris threatened.
“Am I Paris? This is what you wanted, a husband and child and since you don’t have it you are punishing me because I have what you want. Well this is not my fault that I have what you want. Thank Marcus for that!” I yelled, “With his cheating ass!”
Porsche yelled, “Patrice that’s enough!” I looked over at Paris and she was crying with her head down.
“I have some packing to do. This conversation is over and I will prove you wrong Paris. Just watch and see. I‘m out,” I said.
Chapter 12 ~ Paris
Porsche yelled, “Are you just going to let her leave like that Paris?”
Rolling my eyes at her I replied, “I don’t have much of a choice, do I Porsche?”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Porsche said, “We’re in a crisis here and you’re letting our little sister walk out. What the hell is wrong with you?” I walked over to the bar and poured myself a drink.
“There’s nothing wrong with me. Patrice made her bed so now she has to lay in it,” I said, taking the vodka and thrusting it back in one shot.
The burning sensation felt good going through my chest, but my heart was breaking into pieces. How can Patrice be a wife and pregnant? I have been struggling for eleven years to get what she has. She said I was jealous and to tell you the truth…I was jealous. How could I not be?
I have been playing “Wifey” to a son of a bitch for eleven long years and all I get out of the damn deal is a cheater and a rapist. After all that shit I went through I still allowed his trifling ass to come back. I didn’t even give him a week to be gone. How dumb am I?
I turned my head towards Porsche, as she was saying, “Are you even listening to me Paris?”
I asked her, “What did you say?”
“You’re not even paying me any attention,” she yelled, “Get your ass up those steps now so we can talk to Patrice.”
“I’m not going to Porsche. Sorry, but no can do,” I said. Porsche glared at me through venomous eyes.
“Is Patrice right Paris? Are you jealous of her,” Porsche asked.
“No,” I yelled, “Why would I be? I’m upset because she has made a dumb mistake with her life.”
“Everyone is not perfect Paris,” Porsche said, “We all have our faults in life and believe me I am a testament to that. This is not the time to turn your back on Patrice. She needs us more than anything right now.”
“Well you go to her then. I don’t have anything to say to her,” I said to Porsche.
“You know you are being a real bitch right now Paris,” Porsche said, “What the hell did Marcus do to you?” I turned my head away from her because this situation with Marcus was getting the best of me. How could I tell her that I was afraid of his ass?
“Nothing, he didn’t do anything. Let’s just drop the subject please,” I said.
There was a knock on the door. Marcus peeked inside and asked, “Are you ladies done in here yet?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“No we’re not,” Porsche spoke to Marcus. “This is a family crisis and I would appreciate if you just gave us some time alone for a while.”
“Okay,” said Marcus.
“No, we’re done,” I said again. Marcus looked at both of us to figure out if we were done or not. We looked at each other for a moment and finally he walked into the family room.
Porsche yelled, “What the fuck did I just tell you Marcus? We are not done!”
“Well, take that up with your sister,” he said and wrapped his arms around my waist.
Porsche turned and glared at me. “You know this is messed up right, Paris? Right now I don’t even know who you are anymore. You can count me in with Patrice. I’m out of here and I’m taking Paige with me,” said Porsche.
I yanked out of Marcus’s arms. “You are not taking Paige anywhere with you,” I said.
“Watch me,” said Porsche.
“I’m her guardian,” I said, “If you take her then I’m calling the police.”
“Then call the police Paris, I don’t give a damn! I have more of a claim on her then you do anyway,” said Porsche.
“What the hell does that mean,” I said. “Like I said,” said Porsche, “I have more of a claim and I’m taking her,” Porsche said, and as she walked passed me I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it back.
“You are not taking her,” I yelled through my tears.
“Let go of my hair Paris. I’m warning you,” said Porsche.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
Before the words had come out of my mouth Porsche punched me in my jaw. I went flying back as she jumped on me. I had a flash back of when Marcus was on top of me and I started yelling, “Stop Marcus! Please you’re hurting me…please Marcus! I’m sorry!” Porsche stopped attacking me and I was still crying rolled up in a ball on the floor.
“Please Marcus…please stop,” I kept chanting over and over again. I don’t know when or what happened but I heard Marcus and Porsche yelling at each other.
What I heard was silence from Marcus. He didn’t tell my sister that he raped me and pushed me towards that wall to grab my neck. I couldn’t even look up and see his face or my sister’s. I was too embarrass and too ashamed of myself.
“It’s not what you think Porsche,” Marcus said.
“Look at her Marcus,” I heard Porsche say, while fighting back her tears. “All my life I have respected you as a brother Marcus! How could you do that to my sister?” Porsche asked.
“It was an accident…I love her,” Marcus insisted.
She yelled, “It was an accident that you lost control! Get out! I want you to get your shit and get out now,” Porsche demanded.
“You can’t put me out of my own house! I bought this house,” he yelled back.
“You may have bought this house with your millions, but Paris’s name is on the deed and not Marcus Jones’. Now get your shit and get the fuck out before I call the police,” threatened Porsche.
“Paris is this you want?” Marcus, asked me as I still rocked back and forth. I couldn’t answer him.
I was afraid that if I looked at him then I would ask him to stay. But I knew it was best that Marcus and I have space. I needed to see if I could make it on my own without him. My whole life has been based around him. I needed to find out who the real Paris was.
“See she won’t even answer you,” yelled Porsche, “Well I’m going to answer for her Marcus, Get out!” she screamed.
“Is there a problem in here?” I heard Porsche’s new friend ask.
“No baby, Marcus was just leaving. Right?” asked Porsche. I couldn’t hear or see anything. But I knew that Marcus had walked out.
Porsche put her hands on my back as I begin to sob. My heart was hurting so bad that I felt it was about to explode. Why does love have to hurt this much? “Can you give us a minute Link please?” asked Porsche. She sat next to me while she continued to rub my back. She lifted me up and I fell into her arms.
“He raped me Porsche,” I whispered. “How can a man who says he loves me rape me?” I said and began to sob all over again
Porsche just sat there not saying a word holding me. When I looked at her she had tears streaming down her face. We wiped each other’s tears.
“We’ll get through this…together,” she said and we sat like that for a couple of minutes until we heard the door open.
“I’m leaving,” Patrice said.
“No,” I said jumping up. “Don’t go,” I pleaded as I took her hand into mine. “We have a lot to discuss. It’s time we sit down and talk,” I said.
Patrice looked between Porsche and me for some answers. When we didn’t answer her she took it upon herself to speak. Patrice began, “Can I ask what is going on? Why all of a sudden you want to talk Paris? I thought you wanted me out of the house.”
“I only spoke out of hurt and anger. I didn’t mean to get so upset. I’m so sorry Patrice,” I said.
Grabbing my sister I begin to cry. She burst into tears as we both cried together. Porsche walked into our circle and all three of us cried for the hurt and pain that we caused one other. We knew without a doubt that this situation had made us much stronger within our sisterhood, and that from now on we would be there for each other no matter what.
To be continued…
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Still Chasing Love & Rainbows
Porsche~ Chapter 1
I was lying next to Link thinking about how life has always thrown my sisters and me a curve ball. No matter how hard we try to do things the right way something always come along and messes up our whole outlook on life. We all have our on different dreams but we want one thing and that is LOVE.
My sisters and I crave to be in love or to be loved by somebody. We all know that we love each other as sisters, but the kind of love we want is from a man. We seek that attention and want it so bad that were willing to do anything to get it.
I think it has something to do with our parents dying so young on us. A part of us is missing; the special love that only a parent can give. I came to a conclusion that I want to be a part of my daughter’s life. I would be the mother she needs. I know what it feels like to not have a mother’s love and I don’t want her to feel that way. I don’t want her to be angry with me years later that I never told her that I was her mother. My daughter needs me.
“What’s on your mind?” I glanced over at Link and snuggled closer to him.
“Trying to make sure I’m making the right decision about something important in my life.”
“Does it have something to do with me?”
“Maybe.” I smiled up at him. Our lips touched lightly at first and then we both deepened the kiss.
“Well, whatever is weighing heavy on your mind know that I will always be here for you Porsche.”
“Thanks baby.” I sighed in relief.
“Are you ready to meet my man tomorrow?”
“Yeah. As long as it’s not an episode from last week with my family then I’m okay.”
We both laughed. Last week was full of drama with my family. My baby sister Patrice ends up married at the age of eighteen and pregnant by her high school sweetheart, Antonio. We were all shocked because she is so smart and sweet. Patrice is number one in her high school class and she was supposed to be going to Harvard for college. She is now a wife and going to be a mommy. Paris, my older sister, was not happy about it. She was so furious that she told Patrice to leave our house. She refuses to support her being pregnant and married.
I think I was the only sane one in the situation. Paris and I got into a big argument over it and I end up attacking her. I didn’t want to put my hands on my sister because we don’t fight each other. I respect her as a mother figure and since I put my hands on her, I felt I disrespected her. She pushed my buttons when she told me I couldn’t take Paige because I was going to leave the house as well after she told Patrice to leave.
Something in me snapped. I reached for her hair and had her on the ground. My sister began to scream and yell about Marcus hurting her. I immediately stopped because I knew something was wrong. Paris and Marcus have been together for eleven years. He cheated on her with this girl who I used to dance with at the club. When Paris found out, she told him to leave and that she needed space.
Paris went to a club with my cousin Leon and saw Marcus there. He didn’t like it that she was having a good time and dancing with someone else. What really pissed him off was the short dress she had on from out of my closet. Marcus dragged Paris to an office of the club manager and yelled about her attire. He accused her of being a whore and Paris goaded him into believing she was sleeping with someone else.
Marcus became angry and raped Paris in the office on the floor. He regretted it after it happened. Paris hasn’t been the same since, and I believe she let him back into the house because she was afraid of him. After I learned of what he did to her, I made him leave. She has not spoken to him since he left the house a week ago.
“Trust me there will be no drama from my part.” Link said to me.
“Well that’s good to know. I’ve had enough drama to last me a lifetime right about now.”
“So you’re still going to the club to pick up your stuff tomorrow?” He asked.
I took a deep breath because I knew that wasn’t the only reason why I was going to the club. I was going to beat the shit out of Tasha for laughing and smirking in my face when she knew she was fucking my sister’s man. That shit just don’t sit well with me. When I see that bitch tomorrow it’s on. No questions asked.
“Yeah, then we can meet up. I can’t wait to meet your best friend.” I told him.
“I can’t wait for you to meet him too.” Link smiled, thinking about his best friend. He then replied, “Man we’ve been boys since high school when he moved around my way.”
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“That’s good baby. I never had any friends besides my sisters. I can’t trust these bitches now a days.”
“I feel you baby. It just been and him me. I can’t fuck with that many cats neither. We have been partners in the trade forever.” I looked over at him and I knew what the trade meant.
“So when are you getting out of the trade.”