Scar

by Margo

  “Did you hear me, Tineya?”

  Let me try this. “Listen, Dro. Just listen for a minute. In a perfect world, how would you want me? Where do I score in your life?”

  “Why do we have to define shit? We been doing good.”

  “Enough said.” I could only push my bottom lip forward and out.

  “T—”

  Knock. Knock.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Dro asked, looking at me with death in his eyes.

  The gall of this nigga. “Look, Dro, I gotta go. I have an appointment to get to. It was fun while it lasted. There is no bad blood on my end. You just ain’t for me and I ain’t for you.” I said with a shrug of the shoulders. I yanked the door open.

  “Well hello to you.” Aaliyah stepped in, looking a fucking model. She looked from Dro to me. “Is everything all right?”

  “What the fuck you mean is everything all right?” Dro wore an irritated expression. “And who the fuck are you?” Dro pointed his index finger toward Aaliyah. I smacked my hand on my forehead.

  “I’m nobody.” Aaliyah snickered in a cool voice, sticking her hand in her purse. “But you should watch how you talk to nobody. Tineya, you ready?”

  “Yeah, I’m ready. Come on, Dro, I gotta go.” I pulled Dro toward the door, locking my apartment up.

  “You really gon’ do this in front of her?”

  I kept right on walking in the direction of Aaliyah’s blacked-out Yukon Denali. Dro smacked his lips, stomping off to his car. I leaned back, letting the tears fall. The entire ride Aaliyah said nothing until we made it to our destination.

  “Aye, you know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You know that, right?”

  I wiped a tear, looking at the sign on the building. “You know I ain’t gon’ lie. I never thought the first time I got pregnant I’d even fucking consider getting an abortion. But I’d be miserable and stupid to bring a child into this situation. My mind is made up.”

  We got out of the car, walking into the abortion clinic. I wasn’t sure about a lot of things, but one thing I knew was that I wouldn’t be leaving the same way I came.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Aaliyah

  I’m an asshole. I been like that before I had dough.

  Detroit’s own “Off Rip” blared through the speakers as Aaliyah and Eron were let into the strip club.

  Do what the fuck I want to. Got these niggas mad, but what the fuck they gon’ do?

  Eron couldn’t help but rap along as he made his way through the strip club. Eron ushered Aaliyah into a booth toward the back of the club so that they could keep an eye on the door and have a view of the whole club. Niggas was always hating, so they’d rather be safe than sorry.

  “Baby, you good?”

  “Yeah, I’m good.”

  Eron was dressed simply. He wore a black polo V-neck shirt that gripped his muscles yet hung loosely on the abs. He had on black True Religion jeans with plain horseshoes on the pockets. He wore all-black Christian Lobs on his feet.

  “Be right back.”

  “Aye, where are you going?”

  Aaliyah laughed. “Can I go the bathroom, daddy? Damn!”

  “You need me to go with you?”

  “I think I can handle it,” Aaliyah replied, smirking as she stood up to go to the bathroom. She made it to the front of the booth and looked back at Eron. She knew when it came to her Eron couldn’t hide his desire.

  It’d been a couple years. She was happy that she still had his attention. As she made her way through the club, she knew that he was watching. Aaliyah had a mean body. She didn’t have to do much to be seen. She was pretty as could be and curvy as the letter S. On this day she wore a white cropped, fitted top around her thirty-six-inch bust, leaving her stomach out on display. Eron kept her in the gym. Oh, the waistline was sick, going into a measly twenty-four inches. On Aaliyah’s forty-two-inch ass she wore skinny white True Religion jeans that fell on her navy blue and white high-top Maison Margiela sneakers.

  Aaliyah made her way through the club with envious looks from females and looks of want from men. Aaliyah didn’t have beauty created from a magazine. She was a real-life beauty. Her brown skin wasn’t blemish-free, but her beauty shined through. After using the facilities, she headed back to the booth just in time to see Eron getting drinks and singles from the waitress. She knew this night would be long.

  As soon as she sat down, Eron grabbed her, pulling her close. “You kill shit, and you don’t even know it! You do the shit so effortlessly. You know that shit turns me on.” Eron continued to talk into the back of her neck, causing her breaths to get deeper and labored. “You don’t even have on a heel and you fucking over these bum-ass bitches. See, that’s why you my bitch!” Eron couldn’t even get it out before he was laughing and Aaliyah was punching him in the arm. Their situation was weird like that. No official titles were given, but they operated as a couple. Eron was a man who operated off of instincts. He felt that Aaliyah was good and genuine, and he wanted her around him.

  “All right, all right, enough with this soft shit.” Aaliyah laughed, standing up as the DJ began playing the classic T.I. strip club anthem “Get Loose.”

  Eron waved several big-booty strippers over to their table. He loved when they could just let loose. The girls were over there in a matter of seconds. Aaliyah scooted close to Eron toward the middle of the booth, allowing the strippers to dance all around the table. Eron pulled out five hundred-dollar bundles, pushing some over to Aaliyah. Aaliyah took the money, and they together began raining money all over the strippers. Aaliyah slyly slid the waitress five hundred-dollar bills to bring change. The waitress brought the money back, and Aaliyah set it on the table.

  Eron looked at Aaliyah with more desire than ever. That’s why he chose Aaliyah. Aaliyah was one of a kind!

  “Let’s go!” Eron said in his deep voice. Aaliyah didn’t ask any questions as she got up, following his lead. They left the strippers confused but happy at all the money that was left on the table.

  “Um, excuse me! You leaving something, ain’t you?” one of the honest strippers yelled over the music. There was no way Eron could’ve heard her, but Aaliyah did.

  “Nah, baby, y’all have a good night,” Aaliyah said as Eron guided her through the club. The stripper was stuck.

  As they made it outside, the valet was pulling Aaliyah’s black Impala to the door.

  “Will you drive?” Aaliyah asked, really more like begged Eron to drive. He hated to drive.

  “Man, what?” Eron replied.

  “Please.”

  Eron snatched the keys. Hopping in the car, they cruised down Eight Mile to their Livonia house.

  “Unzip them jeans for me.”

  Eron wasn’t surprised. Since the first time they had sex, he unleashed the freak. She wanted it all the time, no matter the place. He taught her that what she wouldn’t do, the next female would. Aaliyah showed him every chance she got that she wanted her spot.

  Eron unbuckled and unzipped his pants, releasing his grown-man-sized dick. Aaliyah looked at his dick with hunger. She appreciated his dick and all the damage that it could administer. Her mouth began to water as she leaned over to take him into her mouth. She slowly licked all around the head of his dick.

  “Um.” A deep grunt escaped Eron’s mouth.

  Aaliyah began to bob up and down on his penis. She began to use her right hand to jack his dick off. Aaliyah worked her mouth like no other. The head was always sloppy. If it wasn’t sloppy, then it wasn’t right.

  Gargle. Gargle. It always sounded like she was gargling mouthwash. She was the dick pleaser rapper Lil Wayne rapped about. She went to almost any extreme to make Eron happy.

  “Fuck, girl. Suck that shit.” It took all of Eron’s concentration to pull into the driveway. He yanked her head up, bringing her lips to his lips. “Stop trying to make me cum. You know how I like to cum. Now get the fuck out of the car and take that shit off while you doing that.”
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br />   Aaliyah eagerly hopped out of the car, pulling her cropped top over her breasts and pulling her jeans off completely. Eron made it around to her side of the car in epic speed. He dropped his pants to his ankles, stepping out of them completely and kicking them to the side. Aaliyah just looked on; she loved when he turned into an animal stalking its prey. His eyes would turn dark and get low. His voice would get even raspier. His tongue would damn near be on the floor. This was usually when she backed down and let him take the lead. He pushed her up against the car roughly yet tenderly, kissing her mouth with so much passion. Eron was a smart dude. He knew what women wanted, and he never wanted their sex life to become routine or robotic. He took the time to learn Aaliyah’s body specifically.

  “Mmm.”

  “Umm.” They collectively moaned together.

  Eron then used his thick, wet tongue to kiss that spot on Aaliyah’s left side of her neck that made her weak every time.

  “Shit!”

  “That’s what I like to hear, baby. Talk to me then. Tell Eron what you want me to do. You know it do something to me every time you say my name. Nobody can say it like you do.”

  “Baby, I want you to eat my pussy.”

  Eron sat her on top of the hood of the car, diving in head first. “That’s the shit I like to hear.”

  “Shit!”

  As soon as Eron’s soft, wet tongue made contact with Aaliyah’s pussy, it got even wetter, and she lost it. Eron would lay his tongue flat up against her clit and close his lips around it, pulling it lightly. Eron was a master at the art of eating pussy. He always used the right amount of pressure. He took the time to pay attention to what made her body weak.

  “Shit. Right there. Don’t move. I’m about to cum.”

  When Aaliyah said stuff like that, Eron wasn’t like most men. He actually listened. He stayed there, and before they knew it, he was drinking up every drop of Aaliyah’s love fluids.

  “Damn I love you!” Aaliyah couldn’t help but declare.

  “Man, get the fuck on with that soft shit and turn over.”

  Aaliyah just laughed because they both had times when they be trying to act hard. They were both butter to each other through and through, and it was no secret.

  “I hear you, nigga,” Aaliyah replied, following the instructions that were given.

  Aaliyah was always ready to show out. She pushed Eron up against their house, then she turned around, grabbing her ankles. Aaliyah knew that Eron liked to watch her ass. He took in the beauty before his eyes as he walked toward his prize, rubbing his dick on the way. Eron took his dick and began grinding up and down Aaliyah’s pussy.

  “Um,” Aaliyah moaned.

  Eron felt Aaliyah’s knees buckle as he ran his fingers through her Remy weave that he loved so much. He then suddenly yanked her head back, kissing her mouth with so much urgency.

  “Ohhh, I love this dick,” Aaliyah moaned. It was close to being inaudible, but Eron knew his bitch.

  “I know you do. You ain’t gon’ get this shit anywhere else. Remember that!” Eron knew that Aaliyah only had eyes for him, but he knew that he wasn’t living right. He knew that niggas would pay for a bitch like Aaliyah’s time. He wasn’t naïve to that fact.

  He used his dick, rubbing it from the clit to her vagina. He pushed his dick in, and as always it was struggle. Aaliyah had the true definition of that “snap back.” He loved it.

  “Shit, Aaliyah! Damn!”

  “Ummm put it all the way in! Stop playing with me!”

  Eron always had to take his time going in for the first time because Aaliyah was always wet, warm, and so inviting. He rocked back and forth at a slow pace for a while.

  “Um. Um. Stop playing and fuck me,” Aaliyah moaned. Eron heard her loud and clear and started beating the pussy out the frame.

  “Shit. I’m close. Don’t stop.” Aaliyah was a minute woman with Eron. He knew just how to hit it. Aaliyah could stop and start over again all night.

  Eron was in tune with her body. He knew that she was close. He was close too. The combination of her hot love canal, seeing the waves her booty was making, and hearing her moan, he was so close. He would never come first though. He wasn’t that type of nigga. Aaliyah knew this.

  “I’m cumming.”

  “Oh shit, I’m cumming with you.”

  Eron put all of his kids in Aaliyah just as always. They sat on the side of their house breathing hard for fifteen minutes until Eron carried Aaliyah into the house.

  “I love you, girl.”

  “I love you too,” Aaliyah replied breathlessly into his ear.

  * * *

  “Wake yo’ ass up,” Eron yelled in my ear. “What the fuck you dreaming about that had that muthafucka hot and ready? You want me to fuck you up?”

  I popped my eyes open. I was staring at a frowned-up Eron.

  “What you talking about? You know, yo’ ass can fuck up a wet dream.”

  Eron flexed his jaw. It turned me on in so many ways. Hell, I was already horny from that damn dream. He stood in front of me all angry wearing some basketball shorts, no shirt, and ankle socks. I could see that he’d been working out. Ever since we’d moved from Livonia back to Indian Village on Detroit’s east side, he’d been working out even more. The 240 pounds he was when I met him was now about 260 pounds. He wasn’t all hard body, but I appreciated the extra weight.

  “I was thinking about that one time we went to that strip club.”

  “We always in somebody strip club. Be more specific.”

  “This is true,” I said with laughter. “But one of the first times we hung out together.”

  “Oh, when that car ride got real?”

  “Yeah.”

  Eron stood at the side of the bed while I lay in the bed. Instantly, both of us looked toward my phone to see what time it was.

  “We got a little time.”

  “Okay.”

  Our lips crashed into each other. He started to pull my shirt over my head while I snatched his shorts down.

  “Just let me suck it.”

  “Go ahead,” he said with a grunt.

  He sat on the bed with his legs hanging off the bed. I sat up on my knees with my mouth watering. I thought about giving him head while just leaning over, but he loved when I was on my knees in front of him. Using a decorative pillow from the bed, placing it on the floor as a cushion, I grabbed ahold of his dick.

  While looking him directly in his eyes, I took one long lick from the bottom to the tip of his dick, only stopping to pay close attention to the V-shaped part under the head of his dick where the glans meets his thick, long-ass shaft.

  “Sss.” I watched as Eron gripped the sheets, lifting off the bed. I wrapped my mouth around his dick, allowing it to touch the back of my throat. I did this to gather as much spit as I could. I wanted my mouth as wet as it could get. I went up and down, taking in as much of his dick as I could.

  “Guggh!” The sound of me gagging could be heard throughout the room. Don’t worry though. He loved that sound.

  “Shit, girl!”

  I winked. I continued to make the sound. I was going up and down, spinning my head round and round and acting as a suction cup. I knew he was close. I pulled his dick from my mouth with a loud pop. There was a stream of spit hanging from his dick to my mouth.

  “Uhh.” I used my hand, gripping his dick with just the right amount of strength. From the top to the bottom in a circular motion, I jacked his dick.

  “Ahhh.” He was always so cool. Sex was the one of the only times he exposed his hand. So this I enjoyed tremendously. Taking my mouth and placing it on the head of his dick, I made a sucking motion. I was only covering the sensitive part below the mushroom head. That move in conjunction with an up-and-down twisting motion and the spit that worked its way down his penis had him in pure bliss.

  “Shit.” He grabbed my sew-in for dear life.

  “Hmmmm.” I started to hum, making my throat vibrate.

  “I’m about t
o cum.” I tasted his thick semen shoot down my throat. I kept sucking until I slurped him dry.

  “Aaliyah! Stop fucking playing.” Eron shied away from my touch. His dick popped from my mouth just like it did earlier but with finality.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Tineya

  I sat at my dining room table, working on an assignment for the closeout of the group therapy session. We were going to write a letter to the person who had done us wrong. The plan was to write it, read it aloud, seal it, and put it in a box. This task had proven to be harder than I thought.

  “Finally.”

  Just as I finished, my phone was ringing. “Hello.”

  “Dog, tell me you didn’t kill my baby!”

  “What?” My heart fell into my stomach. Although Dro was the absolute worst, I still didn’t want to hurt him. Not the way he hurt me.

  “Did you have an abortion?”

  “Who told you that?”

  “Salena. Damn it, I never thought you would do me like that. But I know it’s true ’cause she had no reason to lie.”

  “Dro. We had no right bringing a baby into the world. Just because we chose to operate in dysfunction didn’t mean we should take away an innocent child’s right to live in peace.”

  “Man, fuck all that! You a selfish, rotten, pussy-ass bitch. You know what? I’m happy you killed the bastard. I don’t need a baby by yo’ deformed ass. Hell, I wouldn’t even make you my bitch, so I really didn’t need yo’ ass as my baby mama.”

  I listened to the nigga go off on me. I secretly felt guilty about my decision to abort the baby. Not because of Dro though. On one hand, I knew that we didn’t need a kid in this fucked-up situation. On the other hand, I felt I didn’t reserve the right to use an abortion as a contraceptive.

  “You a dumb-ass bitch,” Dro grunted. “You was lucky that pussy hit like no other because ain’t nobody gon’ take you serious. You would be fine, but that ugly scar won’t allow you to be bad.”

  I just held the phone as Dro rambled on and on, calling me everything but a child of God.