After returning from the doctor, I had retreated to my bedroom. Now I heard talking downstairs, so I took the back stairs down to the first floor, staying out of sight, in case it was the psycho visiting again. When I peeked into the living room, I felt my jaw tighten. The psycho standing in the middle of the room, and she wasn’t alone. She caught sight of me.
“Hey, Jakiyah,” she sang, as if we were friends.
“What’s going on?” I asked her, looking at who she had brought into my mother’s house.
“I told your mother that my sister was visiting, and she told me to bring her by. Jakiyah, this is my sister, Tamara, and Tamara, this is Jakiyah,” she said, introducing us.
“I know her,” Tamara said with a roll of her eyes.
“No, you don’t know me. You know of me, so get it right,” I said to her.
“What am I missing here?” Tamia asked her sister.
“She’s salty because she was hanging out with my dude, and I shut the shit down,” Tamara said.
“Bitch, you didn’t shut shit down, and if I’m not mistaken, you were introduced as his friend twice. So miss me with faking the funk for your sister right now,” I snapped.
“Trust me when I say I’m more than his friend, and he proved that last night, when he had me screaming his name,” she teased.
I knew we were standing in my mother’s house and were disrespecting her right now, but I was at a point of no return from her last statement. I spoke no more words as I snatched that bitch by her jacket and started wailing on her ass. She grabbed my hair, pulled my head down, but I didn’t stop beating her ass. My mother was telling her to let go of my hair and was even trying to pry her hands off my hair. Once I felt her grip loosen on my hair, I went back to kicking her ass, until I felt Tamia grab me from behind, causing me to turn around and start fucking her up. I didn’t know if she was trying to break it up or was jumping in, but at this point, I didn’t care.
“Jakiyah, stop it!” my father yelled as he came into the living room. He pulled me back, and this gave Tamara the opportunity to sucker punch me.
I didn’t want to disrespect my father, but that bitch wasn’t going to sucker punch me and get away with it. I held on to my father and kicked that bitch so hard, she fell back and hit the wall. I heard my mother pleading at this point for Tamia and Tamara to just leave.
“Bitch, I know you heard my mother tell you to leave,” I growled, trying to get out of my father’s grip so that I could get at Tamia’s ass again.
“Jakiyah, that’s enough!” my father yelled at me, pulling me into the kitchen.
I heard Tamia apologizing to my mom, which she should have, but when I heard my mother tell her that it wasn’t her fault, I got pissed. I pulled away from my father and went up the back steps to my room. I was so pissed that I was pacing back and forth, talking to myself, to try to calm down before I went back downstairs and fucked those bitches up again. I picked up my phone, dialed Yessenia, hoping she was able to answer, being as she was at work.
“Hold on,” she said when she answered her phone.
I could hear her moving about, so I figured she had to walk away from her desk.
“What’s up?” she asked after getting back on the phone.
“Girl, you’re not going to believe who this psycho bitch brought to my mother’s house,” I said, getting angry all over again.
“Girl, who?” she whispered.
“Qua’s so-called friend Tamara, who, Tamia claims, is her sister,” I told her.
“Stop fucking lying. Wow, it’s a small fucking world. I can believe it, because that bitch Tamara rubbed me the wrong way too,” she replied.
“Well, Tamara got out of pocket, talking about I was salty because I was chilling with her dude, and she basically nipped the shit. So, I told her that if she was his dude, he sure wasn’t claiming her ass. She went on to say he had her screaming his name last night, and I lost it on her ass. I attacked her, and I don’t know if it was because she was disrespecting my mother’s house or she hit a nerve. Long story short, Tamia grabbed me, and I didn’t know if she was trying to break it up or if she was jumping in, so I turned around and started fighting her ass too, until my dad stopped me,” I said, now out of breath.
“Bitch, you’re crazy. You know that bitch hit a nerve, talking about your Qua making her scream.” She laughed.
“Whatever.” I laughed, even though wasn’t shit funny about the situation.
“That bitch was fucking with you because the whole time at the movies, his ass was distracted. She kept sweating him, trying to make it more than what it was, being hella creepy,” she told me.
“Really?” I smiled with my dumb ass, like this nigga didn’t just play me twice.
“Yes, really. Now, calm your ass down and then go downstairs to apologize to your parents. I will call you later, when I get off.”
“Cool,” I replied, then ended the call.
Chapter Sixteen
Qua
I was trying so hard not to black out on Tamara’s ass right now, after my dude Keem called and told me what his girl, Yessenia, had told him about Tamara showing her ass at Jakiyah’s mom’s house. First off, she had never even told me she had family living here, and now finding out that her sister was the girlfriend of Jakiyah’s ex-boyfriend, German, pissed me off even more.
“Qua, I don’t understand why you’re mad at me. I had no idea that my sister was taking me to Jakiyah’s house,” Tamara tried to explain.
“When are you going back home, Tamara?” I asked her, because it was time for her ass to go.
“So now I have to leave, after I just told you that I didn’t know?” she whined.
“Tamara, granted you didn’t know, but why did you get fly out the mouth, lying, talking about I had you screaming my fucking name, when you know I didn’t touch your ass?”
“That bitch called you?” she asked with an attitude.
“No, she didn’t call me, but does it matter who called? That shit you said shouldn’t have been said,” I said to her dumb ass.
“She got out of pocket first, so I was just trying to get under her skin, and the bitch attacked me. You’re mad at me, but what was I supposed to do? Just let her attack me and do nothing?” she spat.
“Well, by the look of your face, it looks like you did nothing,” I told her, because she was talking like she put in work after being attacked.
“Whatever, Qua. If you want me gone, I will call my sister and will stay with her.”
“Yeah, call the sister you didn’t tell me about, knowing you had somewhere to go, but you lied so that I would let you stay here. You stood on my porch, talking about you weren’t from here and didn’t feel safe going to a hotel, fucking up what I was trying to have with Jakiyah,” I snapped at her ass.
“I don’t understand how you were trying to have something with her. The last time I visited, we slept together, and you said we could work it out between us,” she stated.
“Yes, I said that shit in the heat of the moment, and it’s been two months of me hardly talking to you, so you had to know that shit was just talk.”
“Really, Qua?” she said, on the verge of tears.
“I’m just keeping it real,” I told her, not giving a shit about her tears. She needed to get her ass up out of here.
I had fucked up. I had believed her ass and had basically kicked Jakiyah out that night, and then her ass had talked me into calling Keem back and telling him that I would go to the movies. She had whined about having to leave the next morning, and she had said that she wanted to go out, being that it was her last night here, but she really had had no intentions of leaving the next morning. I had no idea that Jakiyah was going to be at the movie theater, and I was pissed at myself for letting her walk out of the theater, but trust, if I had known that Tamara had family here, I would have left her ass standing right there in the theater. The whole time during the movie, she was trying to give Yessenia something to take back to Jakiyah
, but I wasn’t giving her ass no play. When I told Jakiyah Tamara and I were just friends, it was the truth.
“Are you going to call your sister?” I asked her, because she was just sitting there.
“Can I just stay the night? I promise I’ll leave at six a.m. to drive back home,” she whispered.
This chick really thought that she was running game on me, but I would let her believe what the fuck she wanted. I knew I shouldn’t have been trying to show her any sympathy, because her lying ass knew that what she did was done on purpose.
“Tamara, set your alarm for six a.m. I don’t want to hear nothing about you overslept,” I told her.
“Thank you, Qua,” she said, thinking her ass had got over on me. “Do you want to watch a movie and have a few drinks?” she asked me.
“Nah, I’m good,” I responded.
“Come on, Qua. I said sorry, and I meant it. This is our last night together, and I’m not trying to come on to you. I just want to chill,” she said.
“What do you want to watch?” I asked her, just to shut her ass up.
“You can pick the movie, and I will fix us a drink and something to eat,” she said, walking to the kitchen.
* * *
I woke up on the couch, barely able to lift my head as I felt the room spinning. I remembered having one drink with my dinner, but that was about it. I sat up slowly and started bugging out when I realized that I didn’t have any clothes on. I put my head in my hands, trying to remember what the fuck had happened up in here last night, but I drew a blank. I looked around for my underwear, and it was on the floor, under the end table. I didn’t see or hear Tamara, so I put my underwear on and climbed the stairs to see if she was still here so that she could tell me what the fuck had happened. I checked every room, but she was gone, and so was her suitcase. Then it hit me that she had said that she was leaving at 6:00 a.m. Why hadn’t she awakened me so that I could lock my door behind her?
I went back downstairs and looked out the window at the street before locking the door and sitting back on the couch in somewhat of a daze. My phone alerted me that I had a message, so I grabbed it off the table and read the message. It was from Jakiyah.
So, you send me a video of you fucking that bitch Tamara?
I texted her back.
Jakiyah, what are you talking about? I didn’t send you anything.
I looked at my outgoing messages. I didn’t have a video in my phone that I’d sent to her, so she had me bugging right now. Was she pulling my leg? Was she trying to get me to admit to fucking Tamara? I was just about to text her again when another message from her came in. I opened it. I felt my anger rise as I watched myself lying on the couch, Tamara riding my dick, with her hands on my shoulders. It looked like I was moaning and enjoying it, but I swore I didn’t remember fucking that bitch. I texted Jakiyah.
Jakiyah, I know you’re not going to believe me, but I don’t remember anything on that video.
She texted me right back.
You know what, Qua? It’s all good. I’m not your girl, so it really doesn’t matter. I’m just pissed that it was sent to me.
I sent another text.
Jakiyah, just think about it. Why would I send you a video of me fucking a female? What reason would I have to want to hurt you like that?
I waited for about twenty minutes for her to respond, but she didn’t. I tried calling Tamara to ask her if she had sent the video to Jakiyah, but she didn’t answer her phone. I knew she had to have sent the video. And now that I thought about it,it dawned on me that she must have put something in my drink. I watched the video a few more times, and it became clear to me that I wasn’t actually moaning. I wanted her off me, but my words were incoherent. I also noticed that she was holding my shoulders down, and not because she was in her zone. She was doing that because I was trying to get up.
I swear, I’m going to kill that bitch, I thought as I called Keem to tell him what this bitch had done.
Chapter Seventeen
Tamia
“You had one fucking job, and you couldn’t do the shit. Why the fuck would you fuck that nigga and send a video?” I asked my stupid-ass sister.
“He was coming at me sideways about this bitch Jakiyah, telling me how I fucked up what he was trying to have with her. I wanted to shut down any chances of him being with her by making her hate his ass,” she said.
“Tamara, are you listening to yourself right now? You were supposed to give that nigga enough of the drug to kill his ass. So, if the nigga was dead, how the fuck would he have a relationship with Jakiyah?” I asked, shaking my head, not believing how dumb she was.
I really felt like slapping some sense into her ass right now. I had planned this shit with perfection, and she had fucked it up. I swear, if she wasn’t my sister, and if I didn’t need her to assist me further, I would kill her ass too.
“Sis, I understand that you’re upset, but what did Qua do to you that you want him dead? I think what I did was enough, because he wants Jakiyah to be his girl, and I stopped it from happening. You heard him on my voice mail. He’s pissed, so that alone should tell you that I didn’t fuck up,” she said, sounding even more stupid.
“Well, Tamara, it’s a good thing that you don’t get paid to think, because you would be a broke bitch. You went and fell in love with this nigga, so say that, but don’t sit here and insult my intelligence with the bullshit reasons, making excuses for why you didn’t just kill his ass.” I walked away to take a breather.
“I could say the same about you. You fell in love with German too, because if you didn’t, this shit wouldn’t have been prolonged,” she yelled behind me.
She was right. Yes, I fell in love with German, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to seek revenge on them all. I honestly didn’t want to tell her why I wanted Qua dead, because she already thought that I was crazy. And it wasn’t just her; it was everyone in my family. I had been told that I was crazy my entire childhood, but nobody had sought any help for me. I could admit that the shit had spiraled out of control, but so what? She had to be just as crazy to agree to help me without knowing why I wanted them all dead.
“Are you still mad at me?” Tamara asked after I finally decided to go back into the living room. “Tamia, I think you can get revenge on Qua for whatever he did to you without killing him,” she continued.
“And how might that be, Tamara?” I asked, wanting her to enlighten me.
“Maybe you can do something to take everything away from him, causing him not to want to live. I mean, something that would turn his world upside down,” she said.
I thought about what she had just said.
“Tamara, I need for you to check into a hotel. You can’t be here when German gets home, because I have yet to tell him about you. He’s already upset with me, and he’s not really speaking to me. He believes everything that bitch told him and has not even given me a chance to explain,” I said to her, really needing her to go.
“Well, he knows now, but my question is, why would you be with someone for this long and not tell him you have a sister?” she asked, as if she was offended.
“Tamara, I wasn’t ready for him to know just yet, and I really don’t have time to have a conversation about why. So, can you please go? I will call you later,” I snapped, getting agitated.
“Fine, Tamia,” she said, grabbing her suitcase.
“Tamara, you can just stay at the Holiday Inn near the airport,” I suggested. That hotel was close to my home.
“Call me when the argument is over,” she said sarcastically, then walked out.
I didn’t even know if there would be an argument. After all, German had been giving me the silent treatment. It was crazy that we had been together for so long without any issues, but as soon as Jakiyah came back to town, it seemed as if he didn’t care for me as much as he claimed. He was mad at me for something that I didn’t provoke, and just because I didn’t tell him about my sister, it was “Fuck me.” I wasn’t looking
for an argument with him, but he was going to talk to me. I refused to walk around like we were fucking strangers. I decided to make dinner and clean up to kill some time before he was expected home.
German walked in the door at 7:00 p.m., and I watched as he dropped his keys on the table, then walked right past me to the kitchen. He had come home on the same bullshit he had left on, and I wasn’t having it. His ass was going to talk to me whether he wanted to or not. I waited for him to come back into the living room, and when he did, he had a Corona in his hand, letting me know that he had had a stressful day today. Such days were the only time he indulged. I didn’t want to add to his stress, but fuck that. He was going to talk to me. I wasn’t going to let him get up until he did.
“German, we need to discuss why you’re just walking around, not giving me a chance to explain my reason for not sharing with you that I had a sister,” I said to him.
“Tamia, what reason could you possibly have for not telling me that you have a sister and then failing to tell me that she was visiting? You didn’t introduce her to me, but you take her over to Mama Smith’s house to introduce her. Why? Could it be that you went over there to rub the shit in Jakiyah’s face, being as your sister is the ex-girlfriend of the dude she was trying to get back with?”
“German, it wasn’t even like that. You were at work, and since I look at Mama Smith as a mother figure, I wanted her to meet my sister. That’s all. I was going to tell you before all this shit went down. It just bothers me that you took that bitch’s word and shut me out like I’m not your fucking girlfriend,” I replied, getting pissed off with him.
“I didn’t take her word for it, Tamia. The shit actually happened, and I’m starting to feel like I can’t trust you. I mean, if you lied about this, what else are you lying about?”
“German, my sister and I haven’t been on good terms. We just started talking again about three months ago. I had no ill intentions when I decided not to mention her to you. It’s just that I wasn’t thinking of her as my sister at the time,” I lied.
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