My Husband's Whore

by Racquel Williams

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  I parked on the side, grabbed my purse and got out my vehicle. My heart was beating fast, as I walked toward the door. I wasn’t scared, but I knew going to this door like that could play out in all kinds of different situations. I rang the doorbell and waited, but there was no answer. I rang the doorbell again.

  “Who is it?” that bitch hollered.

  I didn’t respond. I was scared that once I said my name she wouldn’t open the door. I realized she wasn’t going to open it anyway, so I rang the bell again.

  “Who is it?”

  “It’s Imani.”

  She opened the door, looking all angry. “What the fuck are you doing, ringing my damn doorbell?”

  “Listen lady, I’m not here on no bullshit. I just think since we’re fucking the same man, we need to talk.”

  “Talk? What could possibly be the reason for a woman like me to talk to a dirty-ass home wrecking bitch? Why are you really here, is it because he beat yo’ ass up?”

  “First off, like I said, I ain’t come here for no shit. I thought we were women enough to talk about this shit that Hassan doing to both of us. I don’t care ‘bout you calling me no names. Shit, he calls you worse than that.”

  My patience was wearing out with this hoe. She really believed that I wanted to be here. Fuck nah, this was the bitch that fucked up any kind of future I had with Hassan. I really should hit her in the fucking face, but I decided to go a different route; this way I will definitely get Hassan’s attention…

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Destiny Clarke

  Standing in front of me, on my doorstep was Hassan’s bitch. Yes, you heard me right; the bitch Imani that claimed she was a secretary had the fucking nerve to ring my doorbell. Soon as I opened the door, I noticed her face was bruised and swollen. I knew then that Hassan had beat her ass up. I wondered what she thought she would get out of coming to my door.

  After standing there going back and forth with this home wrecking hoe, I decided that maybe the bitch could benefit me in one way or another.

  “Come on in, it’s too cold to be standing out here.”

  I saw the hesitation across her face. “What the hell you looking like that for? You was bold enough to ring my doorbell, so be woman enough to come in here and talk. Ain’t that what you want to do?”

  “Don’t you try nothing, ‘because I’m known for busting a bitch in her head.” She walked into my house.

  I looked around, and then locked my door.

  “You can sit in here.” I walked into the living room.

  “So Imani, tell me; how long have you been screwing my husband?”

  “Screwing your husband? Lady, Hassan was my man; we’d been dating for years before you came in the picture.”

  “Is that so? Because I never heard of you or your little bastard before.”

  “Bastard? Hold up now, I don’t play no games when it comes down to my motherfucking child.” That hoe jumped up and tried to attack me.

  “Sit your ass down,” I yelled and brought my can of mace from behind me and maced her ass.

  “Aargh, you stupid bitch. You just maced me.”

  “Like I said, sit yo’ motherfucking ass down. You thought I was a fucking fool when you showed up on my doorstep. See, I know your kind; little young bitch that thinks pussy alone can hold a fucking man. No bitch, you need more than good pussy to hold a man.”

  She got up, and I pushed that hoe back on the couch. Things were happening so fast, I didn’t know what to do; I only know that this bitch needs to learn a lesson.

  “Hassan was right when he said, you was a crazy bitch. Move so I could get the fuck out of here.”

  “You ain’t going anywhere until I say so.”

  I sprayed some more mace in that hoe’s face.

  “Help, help, help, you fucking crazy, bitch. I’ma kill your ass!” she screamed.

  I wasn’t trying to hear that hoe. I ran into my kitchen and grabbed my big frying pan. I walked over to the bitch; she had her head down trying to wipe the mace out of her eyes. I used both hands, lifted the pan up and busted her dead in the head a few times. Blood gushed from the side of her head, as the blows knocked that bitch out cold. She fell to the ground.

  I check her vitals; she was still breathing. I stood there looking at her, my heart was racing. I thought of calling the police, but I knew better. Going to jail, was definitely not in the plan. I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts…

  I then went down into the basement where Hassan had some rope. I came back upstairs and tied her legs and her hands together. I then dragged her ass down the stairs to the basement.

  Damn, that’s one heavy bitch, I thought.

  I looked around, but couldn’t find any tape. Hmm… I guess I needed to make a run to the store.

  ***

  Soon as I got outside, I noticed that her car was parked on the side. Fuck, I thought. Don’t panic. I rushed back inside and grabbed her purse; I dug into it and found the keys. I then walked calmly to her car. I’m happy my neighbors were older people who barely ever came outside. I was astonished to see the bitch was pushing a Lexus; the Lexus that Hassan bought. I tried to stay calm; this was not the time for me to be getting all emotional and shit. I drove down White Plains Road and pull up on E 229th Street. This was a residential area, so her vehicle wouldn’t seem suspicious. I wiped the steering wheel down and got out. I watched the Forensic Files show enough to know not to leave my fingerprints. I got out and walked toward White Plains Road. I walked to the corner of White Plains Road and 229th Street. There was a hardware store across the street. I looked around and saw an old drunk, standing around.

  “Hey you, can you go in the store and buy me a roll of duct tape? I got twenty big ones for you.”

  “Of course, pretty lady,” he grinned, showing his dirty teeth.

  I stood outside, feeling all different kind of emotions. I’ve never broken the law before, shit; I never got a speeding ticket before. This felt strange, because in a matter of minutes, I’ve committed more than one felony. Maybe, I should leave, I thought.

  “Here you go pretty lady. Can I get your number?”

  I snatched the tape from him, shoved the twenty dollars in his hand and walked off. I jumped into one of the Livery cabs that was on standby.

  “3253 Nereid Avenue.”

  Okay ma’am.”

  He dropped me off at Mama’s address. I walked to the door and knocked.

  “Who is it?”

  “It’s me, Mama.”

  “What’s going on? You driving? I thought you was supposed to be resting and where your car is?”

  “I didn’t drive; I caught a cab over here.”

  “Come in, you sure you alright? You look pale.”

  “I’m fine Mama.” I walked into the living room.

  “Baby, do you need something to eat?”

  “No Mama I’m good. I need to talk to you.”

  “Oh okay, here I come.”

  “Mama, sit down.”

  I took her hands into mine, and then I looked her in the eyes. “Mama, if anything happens to me, I need you to take care of Amaiya.”

  “Destiny, what are you talking about baby? You’re scaring me, what supposed to happen to you? Talk to me!”

  “Mama, I loved you from the first day they told me I could go home with you. You’re my best friend and my world; there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. But, please don’t question me, because I need to keep you out of this. I just need to know if anything happens to me, would you take care of my baby for me?” I looked at her with tears in my eyes.

  “Baby, you’re making me scared. That look in your eyes. Destiny, please talk to me!” she squeezed my hands.

  “I love you, but please, answer my damn question. Will you take care of my child, if something was to happen to me?”

  “Yes, yes, I’ll take care of Amaiya,” she wept.

  “Do me a favor please.”

  “Anything. What is it?�
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  “Pick up your granddaughter from school and let her stay with you, until I come get her.”

  “This don’t sound too good Destiny. I’m worried about you.”

  “I’m about to call a cab. I love you.”

  “Nonsense, let me drop you off.”

  The ride from Mama’s house to my house was silent on my part. I was nervous and my mind was racing. I could tell Mama was worried, because she kept making small talk with me, but I barely responded. I love my mama, and I need to protect her. The less she knew, the better it was for her.

  She pulled into my driveway and looked at me. “Do you need me to come in? I’ll just listen; I won’t say a word, baby girl.”

  I smiled at her and touched her face. “You are my mother and ever since I was a little girl, you’ve been there caring for me and protecting me. Let me stand on my own feet this time around. Please.”

  Without saying goodbye, I got out of the car and walked toward my door. I took a deep breath and opened my door.

  Let the games begin, I thought as I entered the house!

  THE END!