I comply with his demand and I’m so turned on. Larry enters me from behind and I grip the sheets. He slowly strokes my kitty and I’m throwing it back, matching his rhythm. He grabs my breasts from behind and squeezes my hard nipples. All you can hear is skin slapping and moaning throughout the room.
“Fuckkkkkkkk,” I yell out as I climax!
After I reach my peak, Larry starts thrusting harder and deeper and explodes shortly after. He pulls out and we lie on the bed next to each other.
“Girl don’t think I’m a one minute man. I just haven’t had any for a good minute,” he jokes.
I’m panting and out of breath.
“It was still good,” I say smiling.
“You weren’t afraid when I told you that I have genital herpes?”
“Naw, we just have to be extra careful but I really have strong feelings for you. I want to see where this will go.”
I’m speechless! Maybe I have met me Mr. Right.
Chapter 49 - Megan
I’ve been waiting over an hour and still no Kevin. I decide to call Natalie.
“Hey girl, what’s good?” Says Natalie.
I explain to her about my car and how I’ve been waiting for Kevin and he’s a no show. She tells me she’s on the way.
After fifteen minutes, Natalie pulls up.
“Girl this shit is crazy. I wish I would see this bitch. I’ll fuck her up on sight for fuckin’ with you.”
Natalie pulls off, screeching her tires in the process. In less than ten minutes we reach my house.
“Do you want me to come in?”
“Naw Nat, I got it. His car is still in the driveway. His ass never left. I don’t know what his problem is but I’ll call you later. Thanks for coming to get me. Here,” I hand her twenty dollars.
“Girl you better put your money away!” Says Natalie.
I hug her and get out the car. Natalie backs out of the driveway.
I enter my house and it’s dark and I can’t see. I walk with my hands out in front of me trying to feel for the light switch.
Suddenly I’m hit in the head. I stagger and fall to the floor. I wince in pain. I touch my head and it’s wet. I know I’m bleeding.
“Whose there? Kevin where are you?” I shout as I hold my head.
I can’t see shit. Suddenly the lights come on and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Chauncey is standing there with Burnie and another woman I’ve never seen in my life.
“Where’s Kevin? Where is my daughter? Chauncey what the fuck is going on?” I shout.
Chauncey is holding a gun in his hand and pacing the floor. I’m scared out of my mind. History seems to be repeating itself. Chauncey whispers something to the unknown woman and she walks to the hall closet and opens the door. Kevin is tied up but conscious. His mouth is wrapped in duct tape. He’s bleeding from the forehead.
“Oh my God! What is going on?”
“Megan, it’s me Melanie! I’m Bernadette’s sister bitch! You took her man Foster away and now you’re trying to take my lifelong love Kevin away? You got another thing coming bitch!” Melanie is gorgeous. She resembles Tyra Banks but she obviously has a screw lose in her head.
“Chauncey I thought you were getting help and trying to change your life. What will your son and Natalie think? Melanie you have a daughter to think about.”
“Fuck Natalie! Kevin beat my ass because your punk ass wouldn’t give up the pussy!” Chauncey is shouting and looking deranged. It’s clear he’s still using.
“I don’t have a baby Megan. Damn your so naïve and dense. I tried to do anything necessary to get you to leave him so that I can get back with him.”
“He doesn’t want you! You’re crazy Melanie!” Suddenly Melanie grabs Chauncey’s gun and hits me in the head with it!
Melanie kneels down to my eye level and yells, “Shut the fuck up! He does want me! He’s just playing hard to get!”
I spit directly in her face.
“hahahahahaha,” says Melanie laughing like a deranged psychotic person. She wipes the spit off her face and stands up.
“We have to teach this uppity bitch a lesson. Bernadette, what should we do to her sis?”
Bernadette holds up pliers. “Let’s break those pretty little fingers. Starting with her ring finger,” laughs Bernadette.
“Don’t fuckin’ move or I’ll blow her head off,” says Natalie aiming the gun at Bernadette while Melanie aims the gun at me.
“Well well well, looks whose here! It’s the bitch that paralyzed me,” says Burnie.
Chauncey is standing there looking at the show and smirking seeing his old love. Kevin starts moaning from the closet and Melanie glances his way. Natalie takes the time to send two bullets to Melanie’s chest sending her to the floor. She’s coughing up blood. Chauncey runs to her aid. Natalie let’s off one bullet into Chauncey’s shoulder.
“Ow…shiiiiit!” Yells Chauncey.
I hear sirens in the distance and I know I’ll be okay. Natalie unties Kevin and goes through the house searching for Kennedy.
The police apprehend Chauncey and Bernadette. Melanie is pronounced dead at the scene. Kevin and I are put into the back of an ambulance to get treated for our head wounds that require stitches.
After a few minutes, Natalie comes walking outside with Kennedy in her arms. Not a single hair is out of place on my child’s head, thank God.
“Thank you so much Natalie. You saved our lives. How did you know what was going on?” I weakly say.
“I was about a block away from your house when I noticed you left your cell phone. I quickly made a U-Turn back to your house. Once I pulled into the driveway, I heard shouting, crying and yelling. I tip toed to the front living room window and saw Chauncey, Burnie and another woman. I could even see Kevin tied up in the closet! I ran back to my car and grabbed my 9millimeter, called the police and went around back. I‘m so glad your okay,” says Natalie. She’s starting to get teary eyed.
I smile at my best friend. No matter what we go through, were always here for each other.
“I love you Megan.”
“I love you too Natalie.”
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The Awful Truth Excerpt
Chapter 1
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Seventeen year old Tiphanie sighed, rolled over in her squeaky twin sized bed and turned off her alarm that was beeping and vibrating on the end table. Before her feet hit the cold wooden floor her mother Connie burst through her bedroom door wearing skin tight blue jeans that looked painted on with a plain white shirt and comfy but worn pink slippers. She eyed her mother’s appearance and always loved her salt and pepper Halle Berry haircut but knew her mother was just now getting in from one of her “dates.”
Connie slants her eyes at her daughter and harshly yells, “why the fuck is you eyeing me like that? Get up for school and stay out a few hours once school lets out. I’m having company this afternoon.” Tiphanie nervously looks at her mother and replies “Yes ma’am.”
Without saying another word her mother exits her room and slams the door shut. She exhales, gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom. She stops to admire her reflection in her full length mirror. Taking in her 5’6 frame and appearance, Tiphanie has flawless cocoa brown skin and the cutest dimples. Her dimples were so big you could fit a quarter inside of them. She had perfect B cup breasts and just enough ass for two handfuls. Yet she was always insecure. She never thought she was pretty. Her mother always put her down. She hated her weight. Staring at her reflection she took in her slim figure. She wore baggy clothes to hide her frame. She rolls her eyes and proceeds to the bathroom to prepare for the day. After brushing her teeth and showering, she unties her messy bun and lets her curly kinky sandy brown hair fall to her shoulders. Glancing at the clock she notices she has ten minutes before her school bus arrives. She rushes to her closet
, pulls out a grey sweat shirt, matching pants and throws on a pair of dingy and raggedy Air Forces Ones.
Tiphanie walks to the kitchen, flips on the light switch and roaches scatter around the floor for cover. She shakes her head and proceeds to the kitchen to get a cup of orange juice only to be disappointed when she opens the refrigerator to an old moldy carton of shrimp fried rice and spoiled milk. She slams the refrigerator door in frustration. She turns around only to be greeted by her cold and heartless mother. Connie stares her daughter down and eyes her wardrobe.
“Tiphanie don’t slam any of my shit in my damn house. you're so damn skinny. Eating won‘t help you gain any weight. Why are you wearing those hideous clothes?”
“Because this is all I have to wear mom. I asked you could you please get me some new school clothes.”
“Why? So you can buy baggy boyish shit? You dress how you look. Ugly.”
Tiphanie puts her head down in shame.
Connie walks over to the ashtray and picks up a cigarette. After lighting the cancer stick she walks towards her daughter as she takes a few puffs stepping on a few roaches in the process. The smell of the smoke eases into Tiphanie’s nostrils and she begins to cough. “Mom you should quit smoking. It isn’t good for your health.”
She has always loved her mom but after her dad Edwin was killed and her twin sister Tameka passed away two years ago from cancer, Connie has never been the same. Tiphanie wished that there was a phone to call heaven. She would give anything to hear her father and sister Tameka’s voice again. Tameka had a laugh like Natalie Nunn and Tip always loved to hear her sister laugh. She missed her dad’s dry jokes and lame sense of humor. Her favorite memory of him was when he would hold her hands and let her stand on his feet and he would walk around. Instead of her mother knowing she still has another daughter alive and healthy, Connie became depressed, lazy, dated random bad men, drinks alcohol and smokes from sun up to sun down.
“I’m a grown ass woman Tiphanie. I’ve practically raised you. My job is done. It’s time I start living for myself for a change,” she spat.
“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. you're all I have mom.“
“Stop all that whining and cry baby shit. Aint nobody dying. I hate talking to you. All you do is complain. You’re the reason I drink like I do.“
Her mother walks over to the cabinet and retrieves a half bottle of Tequila. She pours herself a glass and chugs the alcohol with no chaser. Tiphanie just shakes her head and walks passed her mother and out the door to catch the bus to school.
One more year of this shit and I’m gone. Tiphanie mumbles to herself. As she is walking to the bus stop a blue Grand Marquise with tinted windows approaches her. She keeps looking straight ahead. “Wassup gurl? Need a ride?” The anonymous voice says. She glances his way afraid to make eye contact only to be caught by surprise to see her classmate Jerome Harris behind the wheel. She’s always had a crush on Jerome. His light skin and beautiful light brown eyes could have any girl get lost in them.
“Hey Jerome! Umm I’m almost to the bus stop but thank you for the offer.” Tiphanie was so shy.
“Nonsense I’m here right now, we go to the same school and have the same first period class. Its fate.” Jerome flashed her a smile, showing off his gold grill in his mouth. He puts his car in park, gets out and opens the passenger door for Tiphanie. She was hesitant at first but agreed and got in the passenger seat. Jerome closes her door and gets back behind the wheel. He grabs a rubber band and ties up his long dreads into a ponytail and they head off to school. Tiphanie couldn’t believe she was riding in Jerome Harris’ car!
Chapter 2
Tiphanie and Jerome started spending a lot of time together but she just couldn’t figure out what he liked about her. She didn’t have the best dress code nor did she think she was the prettiest she felt in her eyes. Jerome had a reputation around high school for being a smooth and suave player. Rumor has it that he only wants one thing from a girl and when he gets it he drops you like a bad habit. Yet she just couldn’t stop thinking about him. She was on cloud nine!
Jerome stops in front of her section 8 house and lowers his music as he glances at Tiphanie. The neighborhood wasn’t the best on the north side of town. There was trash around the houses, people hanging around outside selling dope and blasting music. Jerome didn’t judge Tip for how she looked, dressed or where she lived. He saw her as the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes upon. Tiphanie gets in the car and Jerome hands her a single rose. She smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Thank you Jerome. I wasn’t expecting this. I’ve never was given anything from a guy before.” She was blushing.
Jerome grabs her hand.
“Gurl we’ve been spending a lot of time together and it’s something about you that has me constantly thinking about you. You remind me a lot of my mom. No bullshit. You’re sweet and smart. You have a good heart and make me wanna make you my girl.” Tiphanie was speechless! Every girl wanted him at school.
“I don’t know what to say Jerome. I really like you too and I’m feeling the same way about you and …..”
Before she could finish her sentence Jerome leaned in and kissed her. She never kissed a boy and felt so awkward. Jerome slips his tongue into her mouth and their tongues dance around. She just went with the flow and surprisingly she got the hang of tongue kissing. She never wanted this moment to end. She exits the car and waves good bye and heads into the house.
“Who the hell just dropped you off with that loud behind bass vibrating my windows? You better not get pregnant Tiphanie. I don’t want to be taking care of no babies,” she yells.
“Mom calm down I’m not having sex. His name is Jerome and he just asked me to be his girl,” Tiphanie sang excitedly!
She eyed her mother’s appearance and notices her attire. Connie was wearing a strapless skin tight black dress that stopped above her knees with some black and gold stilettos.
“Going on another date again mom?” Tiphanie asked sadly.
She hated that her mom used men to deal with her problems instead of facing them head on. “No chile…I just got home from a date with Larry again. He gave me $200 and took me to dinner,” her mother said proudly.
“Wonder what you had to do to get that money? Nobody gives money away for nothing.”
WHAM!
Tiphanie falls to the floor and clutches her nose that is starting to bleed. She couldn’t believe her mother had hit her. Even though Connie was verbally abuse, she’s never hit her before.
“Bitch don’t you ever look down on me for what the hell I do.” Spit flies from Connie’s mouth as she stands over her daughter whose still on the floor.
“Mom I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Why do you treat me like this? When Tameka died you treat me as if I died too. YOU HATE ME!?”
Tiphanie was holding her nose as she got up from off the floor. She ran to her bathroom and slams the door. Connie runs to the bathroom and beats on the door like a mad woman.
“You little bitch open this door right now. I will knock this bitch down Tiphanie! I’m the mother. You’re the child. You do not question me….EVER!”
In her bathroom Tiphanie washes her face and stops her nose from bleeding. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she felt worthless. What did I do to deserve this kind of life? She flops down on the cold tile floor and sobs like a baby in the fetal position, crying herself into a deep sleep.
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Rikenya Hunter, born in Louisville Kentucky, writes from a young adult’s point of view. Rikenya has always had a passion for writing and storytelling and has been keeping a journal of her own life since the age of eight. She has a unique way of seeing life from her character's eyes, leading you along the path as a participant instead of an observer. Rikenya currently resides in Jacksonville Florida, with her high-school sweetheart and their two daughters. She's currently working on new material and working towards
earning her Bachelors Degree in Business Administration.
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Questions for my readers:
1) Would you like to see a part two?
2) Do you think Megan and Kevin will continue to get married?
3) Do you think Natalie is pushing Larry away since she hasn’t dated in awhile?
4) Would you still date a man who has prejudice parents?
5) What was your favorite part?
6) Is Megan & Natalie predictable?
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