by Dawn Jiles
When I got home, David was lying in bed, watching sports. I put my baby in his crib, then headed back into our bedroom.
“I ran into that chick you was messing with at the park today,” I said.
“So, I don’t mess with that girl no more,” he said nonchalantly. David hated confrontation, and he really hated to argue, so his response didn’t surprise me.
“Oh, I know, but she decided she wanted to confront me,” I told him.
“I see I’m going to have to check her ass. I can’t have her messing with my baby,” he said as he pulled me on top of him. He started kissing me on my neck. I knew he was doing that to change the subject, and that was cool, because I still planned to beat that bitch’s ass whether he liked it or not. I hated when women came for me when I didn’t send for their ass.
“You need to let me hit this. Them six weeks are up,” he said, smacking me on the ass.
I straddled him, then smiled at him. “We have to hurry up. The baby might wake up,” I said, then kissed his lips passionately.
“The baby will sleep for a while. We don’t have to rush,” he said as he flipped me onto the bed and got on top of me.
He pulled off my dress and bra. He didn’t have to worry about my panties, because I didn’t have any on. He kissed my lips and neck while caressing my nipples and breasts with his hands. He was rubbing his hard dick against my kitty, and that drove me crazy.
“Um, I missed this,” I moaned as he trailed kisses down to my breasts, then to my tummy.
He spread my legs and began to kiss my inner thighs. He pushed both of my legs toward me, then dove headfirst into Miss Kitty. He sucked and licked her until I exploded inside his mouth. I wanted to return the favor, but he wouldn’t let me. He took off the rest of his clothes, then pulled me to the edge of the bed. He cradled both of my legs in the crook of his arms, then entered me. My walls clutched his dick tightly, and I felt like I was in heaven.
“Shit, Bria. You feel so good, baby,” he whispered in my ear.
He had me lie flat on my tummy, and then he entered me. He was pounding Miss Kitty until we both came. He lay on top of me for a while, until we heard DJ crying through the baby monitor. He stood up, threw on his shorts, and then rushed to the baby’s room.
Thank God I had got on birth control yesterday, when I had my six-week checkup. Otherwise, we would probably be pregnant with baby number two.
Kevin
I was on my way to check up on my mom when I thought I saw Zoe inside this restaurant. I wanted to be sure, so I made a U-turn and then parked in front. I looked through the restaurant window, and I saw her sitting by herself. I figured I would go in and have a bite to eat with my baby, since I was hungry and I needed to eat, anyway. I walked inside, and as soon as I got close to her, some light-skinned dude walked up, kissed her on the lips, and sat down in the seat in front of her. My heart instantly broke, because I had not expected anything like this from her. I had known something was wrong because of all the arguing for no reason and the distance I felt between us.
I stood there and watched her for a second, and I could tell she was happy with this nigga. I started to turn around and leave, but the hostess walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to be seated. Zoe turned around to see what was going on, and her mouth hit the floor. I walked up to her and decided to confront her.
“So this is how you do me? You could not come talk to me and break things off the right way? I had to catch you up here fucking off on me?” I said.
“Kevin, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t know how to approach this situation,” she said, then began to cry.
“You cheating on me? After I told you all the bullshit I went through with Sam, you turn around and do the same thing? You are just like her. And your ass don’t have no problems talking to me about anything else, so that’s bullshit you spitting out of your mouth,” I said, getting closer in her face.
“I am nothing like Sam. Just please let me explain,” she said.
“Zoe, who is this guy?” the dude asked her as he stood up.
“Dontae, can you please give me a second? I will explain everything to you once I’m done talking to him,” she said as she stood up. I knew right then that our relationship was definitely over.
“Naw, I’m not going anywhere with you. You out here in public with this nigga, so obviously, you don’t have nothing to hide. I’m Kevin, by the way, and we been in a relationship for about a year. You don’t have to explain shit to me, because I stood here and watched how you interacted with this dude, so I have seen enough to know that I’m done,” I told her and dude. He looked just confused as I did.
“Kevin, I am sorry. It was hard for me to choose between you two, because I love you both. He is my ex, and I told you how I felt about him. He came back home, and we rekindled things, but I never meant to hurt you,” she said.
“You better tell this nigga it’s over between y’all two, or I’m out,” Dontae said.
Zoe started to cry harder. “Please don’t make me do this,” she said.
“You bitches is all the same. I don’t know what made me think yo’ ass would be any different than the rest of these hoes out here. You don’t have to tell me shit, because I’m done fucking with yo’ ho ass,” I said, then turned to walk out.
When I was almost to the door, she ran up behind me and started punching me in my back. I guessed she didn’t like what I had said to her. I pushed her off me, then continued to walk toward the door.
“Aye, nigga, you better watch your fucking mouth and keep your hands off my girl,” Dontae called.
“Or what, nigga? What yo’ ass going to do?” I said as I turned around, then headed toward him, with Zoe on my heels. When I reached him, the manager of the restaurant got between us before I could get in that nigga’s face.
“I’ll see you around,” he said.
“Fuck you and this bitch. I am not worried about neither one of y’all,” I said, then turned to walk back to the door.
That nigga swung his arm over the manager in an effort to hit me, but he missed. I was going to turn around and give that nigga what he was asking for, but I just left the restaurant. I went to the house and packed all my clothes. Then I went to the hospital to visit Sam. I said my good-byes to her, jumped in my car, and got on the freeway.
I didn’t know where I was going, but I needed to get away from Milwaukee for a while. I was tired of the bullshit. Maybe I’d go and start a life somewhere else.
Chapter Eighteen
Sam
I opened my eyes, and they were heavy as hell. I must have snorted too much, because I felt drowsy as ever. I looked around my room, and nothing seemed familiar. I looked to my right, and that was when I noticed all the machines and realized I was in the hospital. What the hell am I doing in the hospital? I thought to myself. I instantly began to panic, because I had no idea what had happened to me. I pressed the call button and waited for someone to come. The nurse finally came into my room, and I guessed she was surprised to see me awake.
“Samariah, you are awake,” she said excitedly. She paged the doctor, then began to check all my vitals.
“What am I doing in the hospital?” I asked her.
“You were shot three times, sweetie, about two months ago. I am Tasha, by the way, and I have been taking care of you since you got here,” she said.
When the words you were shot left her mouth, I instantly remembered everything that had happened that horrible night. I couldn’t believe that Eric was still alive, and that he had raped me and tried to kill my ass.
“Can you call my mom please?” I asked the nurse.
Forty-five minutes later my mom rushed through the door to my room, in tears. She ran over to my bed and kissed me all over my face.
“I’m so happy you are awake, baby. I will never leave your side. And I am going to be a better mother to you,” she said as she picked up my hand, then kissed it. “Did the doctor update you on your conditio
n and everything you went through up until this point?”
“Yes, pretty much,” I told her.
“Even about the baby?” she asked.
“What baby?” I asked her, confused as ever.
“Samariah, honey, you were pregnant when you were shot,” my mom told me, tears streaming down her face.
“I was pregnant?” I asked my mom, not believing what I had just heard. In the months leading up to my shooting, I had become careless. I used to take my birth control pills faithfully, but once I started using drugs to dull all the emotional pain I was experiencing, I would take them whenever I remembered. There was no telling who the father of my child was. I had slept with at least four or five dudes. I had slept with Brian the most, though. Although he had said he was breaking up with me when he caught Kevin in my bed, he could not get enough of my pussy and had come crawling back weeks later.
“Has Brian been out here to visit me?” I asked my mother.
“That boy is here every day, all day. He was devastated to learn that you were pregnant with his baby and lost it,” my mom said.
I cried over the loss of my baby, but maybe it was a good thing, because I had no clue who could have possibly been the father. It was obvious that Brian thought he was the only person I had slept with, but if he only knew the truth . . .
“Your so-called sister, I mean friend, has been out here to see you as well, with her spoiled ass,” my mother said.
“Who? Mo?” I asked. How the hell did my mom mistake Mo for my sister when I didn’t have any siblings, at least none that I knew of?
“Yes, her and that little bitch Bria,” my mother said. Now, I could see Mo coming to visit me, but Bria was a whole other story. Her ass was probably just here to make sure I never woke up. Even though I hated both of those bitches’ guts, I was glad they cared enough to make sure I was all right.
“I have something I need to talk to you about,” my mother said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You have to start back taking your pills, Samariah. It’s not an option. I noticed how crazy you were acting, and if you don’t take those pills, they are going to lock you up,” she said.
I refused to take those fucking pills. I didn’t need to change. I was fine being just who I was. I agreed with her, just because I didn’t want to discuss the shit any further. I was grown, and I was going to do what the fuck I wanted to do.
Just then, Mo and Bria walked in the door, and they look surprised to see me awake. My mother gave them the evil eye, then walked out of the room. Mo came to my side of the bed, but Bria stayed closer to the door.
“I’m happy you are awake, Sam,” Mo said as she sat down next to me. I could not help but notice that she was wearing that expensive-ass engagement ring that Corey had bought her.
So I guess I didn’t do enough to split their ass up, I thought.
“I’m happy to be awake, and I’m glad y’all are here to see me,” I said, nodding toward Bria. “Look, I am sorry for everything I did to hurt you and Bria. This was a life-changing moment for me, and I realize that I was a horrible friend to both of you. If you forgive me and accept me as your friend again, I will do everything in my power to show you two that I have changed.” Tears were streaming down my cheeks.
Bria looked like she wasn’t buying it, but Mo’s ass was crying, so I knew she had fallen for everything I said.
“It’s okay. We can work on our friendship. Isn’t that right, Bria?” Mo said.
I gave Bria the saddest eyes I could muster up, and she came to the other side of the bed and grabbed my hand.
“I forgive you, and we will just take things one day at a time,” Bria said.
Maybe I will take our friendships seriously. Who knows? I thought. I might actually change. Only time would tell, but I knew one fucking thing—when I found Eric’s ass, he would be one dead fucker, and I would make sure of it this time. As far as these two were concerned, I’d play nice for now.
Zoe
I could not believe Kevin had caught me with Dontae. I was having so much fun with him that I was practically spending all my time with him. I would lie to Kevin and tell him I was working or working late. Other times, I would tell him I was spending time with my parents, which was far from the truth. Dontae and I had even started having sex again. I wouldn’t let Kevin touch me; I would always come up with some type of excuse as to why we could not have sex, or I would start an argument. Kevin’s sex was just as good as Dontae’s, if not better, but I just felt like my heart belonged to Dontae.
I was so hurt when Kevin found out I was cheating on him, because I had never been that type of girl. I wished I had handled things the right way, because the way things ended between us, I knew he would never talk to me again. My heart was really telling me that it belonged to Dontae, so things just got out of hand. Sam had already torn his heart out and stepped on it, and I did the exact same thing. I really did feel like a ho when Kevin called me all those names. I might have gone about things the wrong way, but I thought he took it a little too far when he began to call me out of my name. I must admit that I really missed him. I had tried calling him a few times but he would never answer, and after a while he just changed his number. Bria told me he had moved out of town and he’d been gone for about a month now. She also told me that bitch Sam woke up, but I could care less if she did or didn’t.
Things between Dontae and I were just okay. When we first started off, they were great, but now he had become very overprotective. If I was not with him, he would call me every hour on the hour to see what I was doing or where I was at. At first I had thought it was cute, but now it was getting out of hand. If I was going anywhere besides work or my parents’ house, he had to come with me. Otherwise, he just wanted to sit in the house and have sex all day. Not that I didn’t like sex, but that was not all I want to spend my life doing.
When he found out Kevin had moved out of our place, Dontae moved in without even asking me. One day he just showed up with all his things, and we had been living together since then. One good thing about him was that he payed all the bills; I didn’t have to pay for anything. Dontae was a manager at a bank in downtown Milwaukee, so he made good money. When I was with Kevin, he was so attentive to my needs. He took me out all the time and showed me that he really loved me, and I was starting to miss that feeling, but I wouldn’t live in regret, because I loved Dontae and I had made my choice. I just hoped it was the right one.
Bria and David had asked us to come out to dinner with them since they had a babysitter for the weekend and they wanted to get out of the house. When we arrived at the restaurant, Bria and David were already seated. Dontae was in a sour mood because he didn’t know them and he really hadn’t wanted to go, but he had caved in after I worked my magic with my tongue and mouth on him. We sat down, looked at the menu, and placed our order. David tried to make conversation with Dontae, but it was like pulling teeth to get anything out of him, and when he did answer, his replies were very dry. David didn’t even have to try to make conversation with him, because Kevin was his best friend, but Dontae was just stubborn. I excused myself so that I could go to the restroom, and Bria was right on my heels.
“What the hell is wrong with your man’s attitude?” Bria asked as soon as we made it inside the restroom.
“I think he just tired,” I lied.
“Yeah, whatever,” Bria said as she walked into a stall. We used the restroom, then went back out to our table.
The waiter placed our bill on the table, and I slid it over to Dontae, but he slid it back over to me.
“I’m not paying for this shit. I didn’t like the food, anyway,” he said to me.
I was pissed as hell and embarrassed, but I didn’t show it, and though he did not like the food, he sure as hell cleaned his plate. I paid the bill, stood up, and said my good-byes. Dontae and I left the restaurant and hopped in the car.
I don’t know what the hell I have gotten myself into, was my thought
as I sped in the direction of our house.
Sam
I was finally able to go home a month after I woke up, and I was happy as hell. I had the doctor give me an IUD, because I was not trying to get pregnant again. My father had rented us out a new place since I refused to go back to the house we used to stay in. The funny thing about all this was my father had not come to see me one time since I had been awake. My mother had said he was there the night I was brought in, but that was about it. It made me sad that he could buy me all these things and never once show his face. I wanted to be able to hold him and tell him I loved him, things normal kids got to do with their dad. Mr. Peterson and his wife came to see me several times, but not my own fucking father. Thinking about that shit had me wanting to snort a line, but I hadn’t had it in months and I was trying to stay away from it.
A week after I woke up, Brian and I were having sex right in my hospital bed. You know I stayed horny, so I had him spend the night with me every night so that I could get some whenever I felt like it. The first time we tried to have sex, it was a little painful, so Brian ate the shit out of my pussy and brought me to a fast orgasm. I was really starting to like Brian, but I still loved Kevin. I was happy to hear he had come to see how I was doing a few times, because that meant there may still be hope for us, after all. I had convinced Monique to get Kevin’s number for me; I had told her I wanted to apologize to him. Surprisingly, when I called, he agreed to meet up with me, since he happened to be in town.
We decided to meet at the TGI Fridays that was in Miller Park to grab a bite. When I arrived there, he was already seated at a table, looking at his phone. He looked up and waved me over to him. I walked over to him, and he stood up and embraced me tightly. That also shocked the hell out of me, because I wasn’t expecting that, either.
“I’m happy you pulled through, Sam. What do you want to talk to me about?” he asked, giving me a big smile.