by Dawn Jiles
Mo
I had decided to move back in with Corey because I was ready to take my man back. I was still communicating with Tremaine, but my heart was with Corey. I wanted to keep Tremaine around because I wasn’t sure if I could fully trust Corey. I hadn’t told Tremaine that Corey and I were back together, either, and it was partially because I didn’t know how. I had moved back in with Corey the day after Bria’s attack, and we had officially said we were a couple again. What Corey did was wrong, but I felt like Sam was more in the wrong because she was my best friend since grade school, and it had been her responsibility to tell me when it first went down. But that was in the past, and we were working on our future.
Tremaine had been blowing up my phone, trying to see me, so I had decided I was going to meet up with him today to break things off with him. He asked me to meet me at his house. I pulled in his driveway, got out of my car, and rang the doorbell. He answered the door and let me in. He pulled me close to him and kissed me on the lips. I should have stopped him right then and there, but when he started to caress my breasts, I instantly caved in to his advances.
“Damn, I miss your sexy ass,” he said as he kissed my neck.
I didn’t respond; I just continued to enjoy the pleasure he was giving me. He pulled my shirt over my head, then went to work on my breasts. He took off the rest of my clothes and all of his. He sat me on the couch and pulled me to the edge. He got on his knees and took Miss Kitty in his mouth. I laid my head back on the couch as orgasm after orgasm flooded his mouth. He lay on the couch and ran his hand up and down his shaft.
“I want you to ride Daddy,” he said with this sexy-ass look on his face that drove me crazy.
I slid down his pole and rode him like crazy. I turned around so that my ass was facing his face and continued to ride that big fucker. He toes began to curl, so I knew he was about to cum. He gripped my waist so that he could hold me in place as he spilled his seed deep inside of me. I fell on the couch beside him and began to catch my breath. My phone began to ring, and Corey instantly popped in my mind. I felt nothing but regret for even coming over to see Tremaine. I retrieved my phone and saw that it was my father calling me.
“Hello,” I said into the phone.
“Hey, baby, you need to get to the hospital. Sam is here. She’s been shot,” he said.
My body immediately went numb, and I could not believe what my father had just told me. Even though Sam had hurt me, I would never wish death upon her, nor would I want her to be hurt this badly.
“Monique! Monique!” my dad yelled into the phone. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I heard you. I’m on my way,” I said, in complete shock.
“Hurry. They said they don’t know if she’s going to make it,” my dad said right before he hung up the phone.
I grabbed my things and put them on hurriedly.
“What wrong?” Tremaine asked.
“My friend is hurt, and I have to go,” I told him.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, I’m good,” I told him, and then I dashed out the door.
I called Bria on the way to the hospital and let her know what was going on. When I arrived, my parents and Sam’s mom were already there. Bria, Corey, David, and even Kevin pulled up right after I did. I was surprised any of my friends had shown up, but I guessed they all felt how I felt. Sam had made every last one of our lives a living hell over the past year, but we were all there to support her.
“What’s going on? What did the doctors say?” I asked my parents.
“She is in surgery now. We won’t know anything until she comes out,” my dad said.
I sat next to my parents, and that was when I noticed Sam’s mother, Kendra, giving us the look of death. She looked like she wanted to come over to where we were sitting and kill all of us. What the hell is her problem? I thought. I knew she couldn’t be mad at me because I had whupped Sam ass. After all, Sam had deserved that shit. We sat around for another hour or so before the doctor came out with an update on Sam. He approached Kendra, and we all gathered around her.
“Your daughter is a fighter. We were able to save her life, but unfortunately, we were not able to save the baby,” the doctor said.
“Wait. My daughter was pregnant?” Kendra asked.
“Yes, she was maybe about two months pregnant, but we are not exactly sure about that. But what we do know is that she was indeed pregnant. We also noticed that she has been using cocaine,” the doctor said with a concerned look on his face.
My dad looked at Kendra like he wanted to kill her. I was confused as ever at this point, because as far as I knew, they barely knew each other. They were connected only because Sam and I were best friends. Now that I thought about it, I wondered how my parents had found out before me what was going on with Sam. Is there something I’m missing here? My thoughts were interrupted by the doctor.
“She is a strong girl, so she will make a full recovery. She will need months of therapy, and we recommend that you enroll her in rehab as well. She is highly sedated because she is in a lot of pain right now, so no visitors tonight, but you are more than welcome to come back tomorrow, during visiting hours,” the doctor said.
“I can’t believe Sam was using drugs,” Bria said.
“Me neither,” I said.
“Hold up. You two little bitches better keep my baby’s name out of your mouths before I beat your asses!” Sam’s mother yelled.
“Who are you talking to like that? If you had been a better mother, your daughter wouldn’t be so fucked up!” Bria yelled.
“That’s enough Bria!” my dad yelled.
“Naw, fuck that, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, excuse my language, but she was never at home with Sam. Sam did not have her mom and dad there guiding her. That’s why Sam is going through what she’s going through. And you want to get mad at us when it’s your fault that she in here? Sam has been running around, reckless as hell, because you never tried to be a mother to her!” Bria snapped.
“Fuck you, you little bitch,” Kendra said as she tried to run up on Bria. My dad grabbed her before she could.
“Don’t get mad at us because you were too busy running behind Sam’s dad, whoever he may be, to focus on your child,” Bria yelled as David held her back.
“Take her home, David,” my dad said.
David immediately dragged Bria out of the hospital. We all know Bria’s crazy ass didn’t care about whupping Kendra’s old ass. I had never seen or heard Kendra talk or act like this. Every time I was around her, she was so nice and sweet. Everyone left with Bria and David except for Corey and my parents.
“Kendra, don’t you ever speak to my daughter like that again!” my dad snapped.
Kendra stared at my father long and hard. “The way I feel right now, I have no problem letting the world know your little secrets!” she snapped. She walked closer to him. She had this deranged look on her face.
“Bitch, not today. You get out of my husband’s face before I show you a side you been dying to see,” my mom said as she stepped in front of my dad.
“Um, what’s going on here? You all barely know each other, and you are arguing like y’all have known each other for a lifetime. And what secret is she talking about?” I asked.
“Monique and Sharon, let’s go,” my dad said, staring Kendra down.
“Ask your dad what I’m talking about,” Kendra said as we were walking off.
“Get your daughter some help,” my dad yelled.
“My daughter!” Kendra yelled and started to laugh hysterically.
We walked outside, and I stopped my parents. “What is she talking about, y’all?” I asked my parents.
My mom looked at my dad, unsure of what she should say.
“Nothing, baby. That lady is just crazy. Leave it alone,” my dad said before he kissed me on my forehead. He and my mom then headed to their car.
Corey and I walked to my car, and he got behind the wheel. He knew I was in no condit
ion to drive. Something wasn’t right, and I would get to the bottom of it. I was tired of the people I loved hiding shit.
Chapter Sixteen
Timothy
I was going to give that bitch Kendra a piece of my mind. I know y’all may think I was a horrible-ass father, but what was holding me back from completely being in Samariah’s life was Monique. She still didn’t know that the two of them were sisters, and I knew that once she found out, she was going to be hurt. At first, I had tried to hide the fact that I had a whole other family from my wife, but I had eventually told her the truth. Samariah was five years old when I did that. Sharon was mad at me for a few months, but she eventually got over it.
I used to fuck Kendra every now and then, when I needed a stress reliever from my wife, but we had stopped soon after the girls turned six, and I had been faithful to my wife ever since. But Kendra’s ass refused to move on. She hadn’t been with another man for over twentysomething years, and she had it in her mind that there was still hope for me and her. I would never take Kendra as back. For starters, she was crazy as hell; that was why we had broken up in the first place. She had it in her mind that Sharon had stolen me from her, but that wasn’t the truth.
Yes, I had bought Kendra a house, but it wasn’t for us to stay in. We had already been apart for six months when I purchased the house for her. She had gone around telling everybody that everything was all good and we had bought our first house together so we could be a family with our new addition, but that had been far from the truth. Now, granted, I was still fucking her at the time, and I should not have been, because I had known I would not be getting back with her, but she had some good pussy and she could suck a mean dick.
When Kendra got pregnant, that was when I decided to purchase a house for her and my daughter to stay in. Kendra and I broke up because when we were together, her ass would still be stalking me, as if I didn’t come home to her every night and do everything for her. She would show up whenever I was hanging with my guys, and she would call me all fucking day if I was away from her. She would beg me to sit in the house all day with her, and if I left, we would always get into an argument. She accused me of fucking my own sister; she said we were too close. The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she showed up at one of my business meetings once, acting a straight ass, talking about I wasn’t answering my phone, because I was in there trying to fuck these bitches. I was done with her crazy ass after that.
I had met Sharon a few months before I called it quits with Kendra. It had been like love at first sight. When Sharon was younger, she had looked just like Monique did now. Sharon had been, and still was, the most beautiful chocolate woman I had ever laid eyes, and I had just known back then that I had to make her mine. Sharon got pregnant with Monique a few months after Kendra found out she was pregnant with Samariah. I didn’t know how to tell Sharon about Kendra and my baby, and I was scared to lose her, but I did finally come clean to my wife.
Now I had to figure out how I was going to tell my girls about this. The way Kendra kept trying to go about it all was not cool at all. She kept threatening to expose me and shit like that. She probably knew now that my wife knew what was going on by the way my wife had reacted when Kendra was talking shit. What my wife didn’t know was that Kendra called my ass excessively, begging me to be with her.
I dropped my wife off at home and headed straight to Kendra’s house. I walked in after opening the front door with the key I still had, and her crazy ass was sitting on the couch, with her knees pulled to her chest, crying and rocking back and forth.
“What was that stunt you pulled at the hospital?” I snapped.
She didn’t respond; she just stood up and looked me square in the eyes. She had tears mixed with snot running down her face. All of sudden, she started punching me. She was swinging wildly at me, and it was hard for me to control her. I finally got ahold of her arms, and she calmed down.
“I’m sick of doing this all by myself just because you don’t want to hurt Monique or your wife’s feelings. What about me and Samariah? We need you in our lives too,” she cried.
“I may not be there physically for my daughter, but I’m there the best way I know how to be right now, and my wife knows about Samariah. I’m scared to hurt Monique and Samariah because we hid this from them for so long,” I told her.
“You don’t give a fuck about Samariah. All you care about is Monique’s little spoiled ass. And what type of wife wants to keep you away from your child?” she said.
“First of all, my wife has told me for years that I need to tell the girls the truth, so don’t try to make her seem like she’s the bad person. Secondly, your ass is scaring me. You almost told Monique the truth, and the way you trying to go about it is all wrong. I need to be the one to tell both my girls the truth,” I said.
“Well, someone needs to say something, because your black ass sure ain’t. So when are you coming home to be with your real family?” she said, walking up on me.
“See? That’s why I don’t deal with your ass, because you always be on that bullshit. I don’t want your ass. I keep telling you to move on with your fucking life. I love my wife more than any other woman in this world. God created her for me, so you need to face the fucking facts,” I snapped.
“Baby, you don’t mean that shit. Why else would you be over here? Why else would you keep a key to our house if you don’t plan on coming back? You love me, Tim. I know you do,” she said as she grabbed at my belt buckle.
When she tried to pull down my pants, I pushed her off me, and she fell back on the couch. I took the key off my key chain and threw it at her. She instantly started crying hysterically.
“You don’t love me or your fucking daughter. You don’t care if my baby dies!” she screamed.
“I love you as a person, but I don’t love you in that way, Kendra. I love my wife, and I definitely love my daughter. I would not be able to live with myself if my daughter died,” I said.
“You got a funny way of showing it!” she snapped.
Now I tried to be cool, but this bitch had pushed all my buttons. She was acting like her ass was a saint.
“You know what, bitch? I tried to be semi nice to your ass, but you have taken me there,” I snarled. “You need to get your shit together, because from my understanding, your bitch ass is never here to take care of my fucking daughter, which I don’t understand, because yo’ ass has not worked in years. I don’t know if you have forgotten, but I pay all the bills in this bitch, and I send my daughter and your ass money every two weeks.”
I went on. “On top of that, our daughter is on drugs because yo’ neglectful ass wasn’t doing your job. I know one thing, your ass better get your shit together right now and start taking care of my daughter, or we going to have some problems. You better go find a job, because I’m giving your ass one year, and then I’m done taking care of you. I’ll always be there for my child, but I’m done with your ass. This house is paid for, so you will be good as far as that is concerned.” I turned to walk out the door.
She ran up on me and began to punch me in the back of my head and in my back. I turned to push her ass off me, and she fell to floor, crying like somebody had murder her mama.
“Fuck you, Tim. I hate your ass!” she yelled.
I ignored her ass and continued to walk out the door. She got up and ran behind me, then grabbed one of my legs.
“Tim, don’t go. I need you, and I didn’t mean it when I said I hate you. I love you so much. Please don’t go, baby,” she cried as I dragged her ass out the door, since she wouldn’t let go of my leg.
“Kendra, pull yourself together. We haven’t been together for over twentysomething years. I have told you a million times that there will never be you and me again. Wake the fuck up. It’s over,” I said as I pulled her arms from around my leg.
I jogged to my car so she couldn’t pull anything else. I hoped this bitch got the picture, because I was tired of her ass.
Corey
I almost jumped out of my skin when the doctor said Sam was pregnant, as I remembered that time she and I had had sex. I couldn’t say I was not excited when the doctor said she had lost the baby. Even though I knew that, most likely, I was not the father, because I had shot my seed all over her face, you still could not be too careful. It was sad to know that she had got shot and was in the hospital, because no matter how much trouble she had caused me, I would never really want to see her dead. I knew I was a trained killer, but I would use those skills only if I really needed too.
Mo and I were back together, and I was happy as shit. Mo was in the kitchen, with just her bra and panties on, cooking us breakfast. Her phone, which was in the living room, began to ring, but of course, she didn’t answer it. She was doing her thing in the kitchen with her headphones on, listening to music on her iPod. Practically naked, my baby looked so sexy as she shook her ass and cooked. Her phone rang again, and my curiosity got the best of me. I picked up her phone and noticed that she had a few missed calls and some text messages from Tremaine. I opened the latest text message and instantly got heated. I saw I was going to have to hurt this nigga, because either he was not getting the picture or she hadn’t told him that we were back together. I walked into the kitchen and spun her around.
“Oh, hey, baby. What’s up?” she asked as she took off her Beats headphones. She smiled at me, then tried to kiss me on my lips, but I moved out of the way. She frowned up at me, then gave me this confused look. “What’s your problem?” she asked.
“You still fucking that nigga Tremaine?” I asked.
She started looking nervous, which heightened my suspicion. “Why would you ask me that, Corey? I’m with you,” she said as she turned around to finish cooking.
“Turn that shit off. We need to talk,” I said, then walked back into the living room.