by Twyla T
Just as they finished up talking, Malcolm walked in. “When are you going back to work?” Mrs. Miller asked him bitterly, while rolling her eyes and not caring at all about being rude.
“I’ll probably go back in couple of days. I’m sorry for everything that has happened, but I do love my wife as much as you love you daughter,” Malcolm said. Mrs. Miller didn’t even reply, she simply got up and walked out of the room. Malcolm sat down on the bed next to Cameron. “I want you to come home,” he told her.
“What difference does it make when you’ll be gone in a couple of days? I’m fine where I am,” she told him. He would never tell her that he had upgraded the alarm system with cameras throughout the house and would be able to watch her every move from his phone. “A wife just needs to be at home where she is supposed to be, not at her parent’s house. This looks crazy. I can take care of you,” Malcolm said.
“Well, my parents are taking good care of me since MY HUSBAND TRIED TO KILL ME,” she screamed at him. She didn’t tell her mom that Malcolm was chasing her, but she had a feeling she already knew the truth, so she didn’t care about her outburst. “It was an accident and I told you I’m sorry,” he told her. Mrs. Miller walked back into the room with a knife in her hand while glaring at Malcolm with hate in her eyes. She stood there about three minutes just staring before she turned and walked back out.
“Look, my head is hurting and I just took some pain medicine so I’m about to take a nap,” Cameron told him and rolled over, silently praying that he would just leave. She didn’t care to even look in his face. Malcolm got up to leave, but his head was spinning, trying to figure out ways to get her home. He was going to have to come up with a plan as soon as possible because he wouldn’t be able to rest until he was able to watch her twenty-four seven.
Cameron woke up from her nap and grabbed her phone. Several text messages were displayed on the screen and also a missed call from Keith. She hadn’t been able to see him yet and her heart was aching. Even though he had broken up with her the day before she was almost killed, she knew he didn’t mean it. They had broken up before and it was becoming an ongoing cycle. She hadn’t been able to talk to him with Malcolm popping in at any minute, but she called him back because she needed to hear his voice. “Hey baby girl, I’m so glad that you’re OK. I gotta see you soon, how you feeling?” He said as soon as he answered.
“Hey bae! I’m OK, I would be better if I could see you,” she said.
“You still with your mom and pops?” He asked.
“Yeah, but Malcolm shows up all the time without warning. He said he’s going back to work in a couple of days,” she told him.
“I can’t wait that long. I’ll be over soon;” he told her and hung up before she could protest.
Cameron didn’t know whether to believe him or not, but her gut told her that he was really going to come. She was nervous because she didn’t know how her mom would act, but she was also excited because she really wanted to see him as bad as he wanted to see her. When she heard a car pull up and back out, followed by a knock at the door about twenty minutes later, she knew that her gut had not lied to her. “I know I shouldn’t be here Mrs. Miller, and I do apologize, but I have to lay my eyes on Cameron,” she heard Keith telling her mom in the kitchen. It sounded like she heard her mom say that she understood, but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure.
She was so happy that her dad was still at work because Keith wouldn’t have been able to walk in her room as easily, or at all, if he would have been at home. Keith walked in the room and Cameron was getting up to meet him, but he told her to get back in bed. He lay down with her and held her as tight as he could. She cried in his arms. “I’m so sorry, baby girl. It’s been killing me that I can’t be here with you, but I’m gonna make it up to you some kinda way. I promise,” he told her.
Keith got up and closed the door and then came back and started kissing on Cameron. “I don’t want you to move, just lay still,” he told her, planting soft and sensual kisses all over her body. Since she only had on a robe he was able to effortlessly get to her body just the way he wanted to. He kissed and sucked her neck then moved on down to her aching breasts. She had her eyes closed, moaning and enjoying every one of his soft kisses and soft touches. He kissed her entire body, trying to make her forget about her pain by giving her the pleasure she so badly needed. When he sucked on her clit, she grabbed a pillow and covered her face trying not to cry out loud. He switched up between licking, sucking, and biting until she came and cried out louder. She was ready for him to penetrate her, but he only wanted to pleasure her. This moment was all about Cameron in his eyes. She begged him to penetrate her several times, but he kept telling her no. Just as he was about to give in, they both heard Malcolm’s voice up front. “Oh shit, I’m gonna die for real,” Cameron said.
“You really think I would let that nigga kill you?” Keith asked while becoming angry.
“He would kill both of our asses. And I heard about you seeing him at the hospital. I was scared as hell, thinking that you would say you were waiting to see me. Go ahead and get in the closet, I’ll try to get him to leave quickly,” she said. As soon as Keith closed the door to the closet, after saying “fuck that nigga,” Cameron jumped back under the covers and Malcolm walked in. “Why you got the door closed?” He asked.
“Is it against the law to take a nap with the door closed? I guess mama closed it anyway,” she said. Cameron got up and was about to walk out of the room when Malcolm grabbed her. She tensed up from his touch. From the closet, Keith had his hand on his heat. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want a kiss and maybe a little bit of that good stuff you got. It’s been so long since I had some. You was keeping it away from me before all this happened anyway,” he told her. There was no way she was about to kiss him or do anything else for that matter, especially with Keith in the closet. “I’m really not in the mood, and you act like I’m just supposed to forget about everything you’ve done; you kill me with that shit,” she told him while rolling her eyes and walking out of the room and towards the bathroom. “I said I was sorry. How many times you want me to apologize?” He asked while following her.
“You just don’t get it do you? You think your half-ass apologies really mean something to me?” She asked. Cameron’s mom walked down the hall, scared out of her mind of what might happen. She knew that Keith was still back there, but she didn’t know exactly where. “Malcolm, you’re gonna have to back off and give her some time,” Mrs. Miller said as nicely as she could, even though she didn’t want to address him at all.
“Do you mind going to the store for me to get some flour so I can fry these pork chops? I can’t believe I don’t have anymore,” she asked him, acting confused like she really didn’t have any flour.
“Sure,” Malcolm replied. He was just happy that she was talking to him without being mean. He would do anything to get back on her parent’s good side. As soon as he left, Cameron went to the back and opened the closet. “You’re gonna have to get out of here before he comes back,” she told Keith.
“I know, I texted my ride already,” he told her. A car pulled up about five minutes later and Keith kissed her goodbye. He told her mom that he was sorry again, but he just had to see Cameron and thanked her for helping them out. Just as they pulled off, Cameron’s dad pulled up. He walked in the house and asked who that was leaving, but neither of them answered quickly enough, so he asked again. “It was one of my friends, daddy. Excuse me but I have to use the restroom,” Cameron said and left the kitchen. She knew her daddy would never be as easy-going as her mom, so there was no way she could tell him what was going on.
Chapter 3
Christmas Day
The weeks were flying by and Cameron was healing pretty well. She still couldn’t believe all of the things that had been going on in her life. If anyone would have told her that she would have ran her car through one of Malcolm’s hoes house, caught him cheating time after time; even with a white bi
tch, and almost lost her life at the hands of her own husband, more times than one, she would have called them a bald-face liar. She didn’t trust him after he had forced her to take a ride with him by pulling a gun on her, but she just couldn’t get away from him no matter how she tried. Visions of various scenarios had overtaken her mind countless times and none of them ended well. She had been through so much and honestly, she was always expecting the worse now.
Cameron really missed her job and was planning to return to work right after the New Year rolled in. She was ready to go back like yesterday. Having an understanding boss was an added bonus, and for that she was very thankful. The thought of looking for a new job became dreadful because she just knew that she was going to lose her job after Malcolm pulled that jumping out of the damn bushes stunt on her, trying to catch her cheating. To this day, he still has no idea just how close to catching her he really was. Her poor coworker was scared to death when Malcolm jumped on the hood and screamed “GOTCHA!” Her boss was nice enough to only give her a warning and she would be forever grateful for that.
Cameron was back at home and expecting Malcolm at any moment now. She had just gotten up to put all of Kingston’s gifts under the tree. Yesterday was the day she finally decided to go back home. She really appreciated her parents taking care of her, but felt it would be exciting for Kingston to sleep in his own bed on Christmas Eve and wake up to his gifts. Her dad was really the one who put that thought in her head and convinced her to go on home. She still couldn’t understand why he took up for Malcolm so much after he almost killed her. He wanted to kill Malcolm himself just a few weeks ago, but he encouraged her to go home for Kingston. Malcolm was so happy to know that she was going home, like he was there waiting. Cameron picked up her phone and started thinking about Keith. That close call at her parent’s house wasn’t enough to keep him away. Three more trips to her parent’s house had been made by him and she had also made her way to his house last week. They made love the whole day. Keith was very gentle with her body and she was in heaven. She smiled at the thoughts from that day. She had to sneak away while her parents were gone because they would have had a fit if they had known she had taken one of their cars and was driving.
Just as Cameron was about to dial Keith’s number, she heard Malcolm pulling up outside. She opted to send him a quick text instead. It was only two o’clock and she didn’t plan on waking Kingston up until about six or seven o’clock, so she went and hopped in bed, pretending to be sleep and hoping that Malcolm would leave her the hell alone. “Hey honey,” he said when he walked into the room. He undressed at lightning speed, hopped into bed, and threw his arms around her. “I know you not sleep, you just got done texting somebody,” he mumbled. Cameron’s back was turned to him, but her eyes popped opened when he said that, wondering how in the hell he knew that she had just sent someone a text. She fought the urge to say something to him; pretending to really be asleep is what she chose to do. Being bothered with him was just something she didn’t care to deal with. I really wish we could just go our separate ways with no hard feelings, she thought to herself. “I’m not living without you and you damn sure ain’t living without me and with another nigga,” rang in her head and she sighed deeply.
Malcolm put his arm around her and pulled her body into his. She scooted away from him and mumbled that she was tired. “I guess I gotta make an appointment to screw my wife?” Malcolm said.
“Since you put it that way, I guess so,” Cameron said while scooting farther away from him. Malcolm hopped up out of the bed and stormed into Kingston’s room, all while mumbling under his breath.
When Cameron woke up it was 7:35 and she heard Kingston already opening his gifts. “I know that black motherfucker didn’t let my baby start opening his gifts without waking me up,” Cameron said while putting her robe on and heading to the front.
“Mommy, mommy look what Santa brought me,” Kingston said excitedly while showing Cameron his toys when she made it to the front. Cameron smiled as she watched Kingston so happily playing with his gifts. She grabbed the camcorder and started recording, purposely leaving Malcolm out. She was pissed that he would let Kingston start opening gifts without waking her up or recording the special moment.
Once Kingston was pretty much done opening his presents, Cameron went into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. She cooked grits, bacon, eggs, sausage, and homemade biscuits. After she was done, she fixed everyone a plate and sat them on the table. While she was pouring the juice, a thought popped into her mind. She grabbed the milk of magnesia out of the cabinet and mixed some with Malcolm’s juice. That just might be enough to keep him on the toilet and out of my way today, Cameron thought to herself while smiling. Luckily, her back was to the camera in the kitchen and Malcolm wouldn’t be able to see what she had done.
After they finished eating breakfast, Malcolm handed Cameron a small white box with a red bow on top. Pure shock was displayed on her face because she didn’t expect anything from him and she damn sure didn’t buy him anything. She almost felt bad about putting the milk of magnesia in his juice. Almost. “Open it,” he said. Cameron opened the box and pulled out a car key. “Come outside,” Malcolm said. She got up and followed him outside and spotted a brand new Camaro. This one was yellow instead of black. She faked excitement because she did not care for such a bright colored car. I’m trading this in for another black one or having it painted as soon as he leaves, she thought to herself. Malcolm started rambling about all of the features the car had. “I bet you had a tracking device installed in it too,” Cameron said more than asked. Malcolm ignored her and continued rambling which pretty much confirmed her suspicions. Cameron was getting cold so she told him thank you and headed back into the house. Kingston had started back playing with his toys, not missing them at all.
Once everyone was dressed and ready to walk out the door about an hour later, Malcolm grabbed his stomach and took off running to the bathroom. Cameron laughed to herself. After about fifteen minutes had passed she was frustrated and ready to go so she started fussing. Malcolm told them to go on and he would drive his car. Cameron wasn’t disappointed with that news at all. She grabbed gifts that she had bought for her parents and walked out of the door with Kingston following behind. She hopped into the driver’s seat of her brand new whip and adjusted the settings to her preference. Once all of that was done, she took off.
When she made it to her parent’s house, she greeted them both with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They opened their gifts and were very happy. Her mom had been talking about getting a Keurig for about three months, but never found the time, so Cameron got her one and had it personalized. She also got her a leather jacket and rose-gold Rolex. Her dad absolutely loved Lowe’s so she got him a gift card, a leather jacket, and a gold Rolex. Stacking up Keith’s money had helped her buy some nice Christmas gifts. Both of them were pleased. They bought Kingston more toys than he needed and more clothes. “These toys are staying here because he has enough at home,” Cameron told her parents. When they handed Cameron her gift, she was surprised because she had begged them not to buy her anything. “Open it, but don’t pull it out of the box,” her dad told her. Cameron was hesitant, but eventually did as she was told and looked up at both of them in surprise. “You need it,” her mom told her. The box held a Smith and Wesson .38 Special. “Thank you guys so much. I hope I don’t have to use it though,” she told them with sincerity. Getting a gun had been something she wanted to do since Malcolm had scared the shit out of her with his, but she was afraid of what she might do if one was in her possession when something popped off. She got up and went to put her gun in the car under the seat.
Everyone was sitting around watching TV and reminiscing when they heard a car pulling up. After a couple of minutes, Malcolm and Charlotte walked in at the same time. Cameron jumped up at the sight of her sister. “YOU TRIFLING BITCH,” Cameron screamed. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” Cameron charged toward Charlotte, but both their
mom and dad stepped between the two. “I DIDN’T DO SHIT!!” Charlotte screamed back, not backing down from Cameron. “How do you know I did anything? You got proof?” Charlotte continued. They yelled back and forth at each other until their mom broke down and started crying. “You girls are gonna have to calm down because you’re upsetting your mother,” their dad said sternly. They both calmed down when they looked at their mother after hearing their dad speak so harshly. Cameron still couldn’t understand why her sister betrayed her the way she had. She knew she had to get out of there before she made things worse. What the fuck did I do to her? Thank God I took the gun to the car already, she thought to herself. Cameron walked outside then walked right back in. “You two rode here together?” Cameron asked Malcolm and Charlotte. “She stopped by the house to talk to you and I told her you were already gone to your parents and she could ride with me up here,” Malcolm said.
“I’ll be back later mom and dad,” Cameron said and left. She wanted to bust a cap in both Charlotte and Malcolm’s asses so she knew she had to get out of there immediately, and that’s exactly what she did.
She checked her phone when she got in the car. Malcolm was calling and she declined his call. Three more calls in a row came from him while she checked her text messages and she declined every one of them.
Shay: Merrrryyyy Christmas y’all!!!!