“Alright, custody cases are different and will be handled in juvenile and family courts.”
“Alright, let’s do the divorce first. I want this bastard out of my life,” I spoke with conviction.
I sat there and watched him as he wrote down information.
“Alright, I got everything here. Based on all the information, that you gave me and all the evidence against your husband, we can file for a fault-based divorce for any of these reasons: Cruel and Inhuman Treatment, under New York State law, you are qualified because of the way he treats you. If you went through any kind of verbal and physical abuse, we can include that in our case. We will need evidence to support this claim and I will also include adultery as a reason for the divorce. This can be easily proven by the pictures that was taken, him buying his mistress that Lexus, and whatever else evidence we have, when we walk in the courts. He is a lawyer, so he knows the law. We want to be prepared.”
“Got you. I’m more than ready to get the ball rolling. Well, I’ll be in touch soon.” I got up, shook his hand and walked out.
I was pretty confident that, we had a great case against him. The bastard had no idea what he was up against. He fucked with the wrong woman.
***
I had to pick up Amaiya, from school and I got there just in time. I watched as my baby stood by the sidewalk talking to a boy. I honked the horn, to let her know, I was there.
I watched as she gave the boy a hug, and walked to the car.
“Hey Ma,” she said, leaned over and gave me a kiss.
“Hey babe, so who was that boy?”
“A friend Ma.”
“A friend? Do you hug all your friends, like that?” I looked at her and smile.
“Ma, chill out. Jamal is only a friend.”
“Ok, can I ask you a question?”
“Oh God, here we go. No Ma, I’m not having sex and no I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Ok, just checking.”
“I know Ma, you want me to finish high school and go to college. You want me to get married before sex, all that.”
“No, I understand you’re growing up into a beautiful young woman. I just feel like, you shouldn’t rush to be in a relationship. Take your time, and the right boy will come along.”
“Ma, does this have anything to do with the fact, that you and daddy are getting a divorce? “
“Not really, just don’t want you to make the same mistakes that I did. That’s all.” I reached over and rubbed her hand.
I wish I could protect her for the rest of her life, but I knew I couldn’t. I just pray she never have to experience any of the shit that I’ve been through. ‘cause God knows, these niggas weren’t worth a damn.
***
I cooked dinner for Amaiya and I, nothing big just Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes. I had to get used to it just being the two of us again. I swear, I never thought that my marriage would’ve come to this, but it did. Tears welled up in my eyes, as I sat there reminiscing on the great times we had. I remembered our first date, the first time he touched me. It was magic, I had no understanding how we went from sugar to shit.
After my baby-girl got in bed, I cleaned up the kitchen, cut the lights off and walked upstairs. I felt a slight headache coming on, so I took two Tylenol and got into the shower. I soaked in the tub, for a good twenty-five minutes then got out. I stood in front of the mirror to dry myself off. I glanced at myself, and used my hand to run across my breast. Oh how I miss a man touching me. I longed for the closeness of a man, but I be damned, if I was just going to be out there fucking. Now that this bum done gave me herpes, I have no idea what kind of sex life I was going to have. I quickly got dressed and got into my bed. The thought of having an STD, that can’t be cured, was very depressing.
Tears started flow again. I tried my entire life, not to fuck every nigga that came my way. Shit I can count on my fingers, all the niggas that ran up in me, all because I didn’t want to be a whore or end up with a fucking disease. What good did it do me, none, ‘cause this pussy ass nigga done burned my ass for good.
I must’ve fallen asleep, because I felt someone shaking me. I opened my eyes, I thought it was Amaiya. Hell nah, it was this bum, laying butt ass naked beside me.
“What the hell, you think you doing?”
“I’m trying to make love to my wife. Is that a problem?”
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I yelled and slapped his fucking hand away.
I jumped up, and tried to run out of the room, but he jumped in front of me and blocked me in.
“Move out of my fucking way Hassan. I swear to God if you touch me.” I stepped toward him.
“W-h-a-t you goin’ do?” he slurred his words.
His breath was stanking with alcohol and he could barely stand still. I figured this fool was drunk.
I tried to push him out of my way, but even in his drunken state, I was no match for him.
He raised his hand and slapped me in my face. I tried to slap him back, but he grabbed my arm and threw me on the bed and got on top of me. I wanted to scream, but my baby was in the other room and I didn’t want her to hear any of this nonsense.
“Hassan, stop get up off me,” I screamed.
“Nah bitch shut up. This pussy is mine and I want to fuck.” He pried my legs open.
Emotions stirred up in me. I had a flashback to when my Daddy used to fuck me. Tears started to roll down my face. My body tensed up, and I whispered a prayer to God. “God, please help me. I can’t go through this again.”
“What the fuck you say bitch?”
I realized then, he wasn’t going to stop and this bastard was really going to rape me. I swallowed hard, wiped my tears, and then spoke.
“Hey babe, you ain’t got to do all that. I’ve missed fucking you me,” I lied through clenched teeth.
That caught his attention, ‘cause he looked at me and smile.
“Really? You miss me babe?” He grinned.
“Of course! I miss sucking your cock. Matter of fact, let me show you, how much I miss you.” I smiled at him.
He eased up off me and layed on his back. I got on my knees and took his erected cock into my hands and licked the tip. I glanced at him as he was smiling. I took the full length in and he groaned hard. I look at him; he was smiling with his eyes closed.
I use every bit of strength in me and sunk my teeth down on his cock while holding it in place.
“Aarghhhhhhhhhhhhh. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. You stupid bitch, I’m going to kill you,” he said as he grabbed my neck.
I couldn’t breathe as I tried to bite harder, but that made him squeeze harder. I had no choice, but to let go and gasp for air. I then bit down on his hand again so he could let go of my neck which he did.
I jumped up and ran out the room, as fast as I could and into Amaiya's room while he yelled and called me all kind of bitches.
“Bitch, where the fuck you at? I swear I’m goin’ kill yo ass.” He yelled down the hallway.
I locked Amaiya's bedroom door.
“What’s wrong Mama? Why is daddy yelling?” She jumped out of her sleep.
“Baby, just lay back down.” I tried to comfort her.
I can’t believe this fool tried me like that. I wish I could’ve bit his cock off clean, that way, he wouldn’t be able to fuck another bitch in his life. I was scared to go out the door, so I sat in the corner in my daughter’s room. I was hurt and feeling broken, this nigga done stirred up old emotions inside of me. Emotions that I had buried deep down!
IMANI
I’m helping her, he is going to whoop my ass. There was no way; I was going to risk getting another beat down because of this bitch. Destiny bought me a camcorder, it was little, but I could tell it was an expensive piece of equipment. I wanted to laugh, because that bitch had no problem spending that money, so she can get recording of Hassan and I having sex when he comes over. I had to put it in a spot where it wouldn’t be visible, and I’d keep it off, until it was show time.
I know if Hassan finds out that
Things were not going good for me at all. I used the money that Destiny gave me to pay some bills, I was behind on everything because Hassan was paying the bills, but he has not given me a dollar since he found out that Corey was Josiah’s daddy. That was fucked up on Hassan’s behalf because he left me and my son for dead, even though he claimed that he loved me. There was no way; I was going back to being broke and Hassan was going to wish that he did continue throwing me a few stacks.
***
Josiah wouldn’t ease up on his questioning, about who his dad was. Apparently Charmaine trifling ass, called him, to tell him that she was not his auntie. Now see that bitch know that, she’s wrong for doing that. They couldn’t hurt me, so they hurt the person closest to me, my son.
“Ma, we need to talk seriously. I asked you before and you blew me off. If Dad ain’t my Daddy, then who is?” he asked in a serious tone.
“Baby, I told you before, Hassan is your daddy. They just starting some bullshit and because they can’t get to me, they trying to use you,” I lied.
I swear, I couldn’t bring myself to tell my son the truth.
“Ma, I know you lying to me. It’s sad, you teach me to not lie, but here I am asking you a very important question and you keep lying to my face.” He gritted on me.
What did, this little boy want me to tell him, his mama is a whore and wasn’t sure who his daddy is. How do I admit that shit to him?
“Baby..,” I took a deep breath then continued.
“Listen Josiah, I love you and that’s all that really matter. Baby you ‘ont need no daddy.” I tried to hug him.
“But I do Ma. I want to; I need to know who my Daddy is. I ‘ont want to be one of these niggas out here that don’t know their father.”
I took his hand in mine. Tears welled up in my eyes. I looked into my son eyes then spoke,
“Hassan is right. He’s not your daddy.” I regretted those words, soon as they parted my lips.
He snatched his hand away from me and stood up. “You been lying to me my whole life. Had me calling this man dad, and he wasn’t. Why would you do that Ma, why?” he yelled.
“Calm your voice. I’m sorry Josiah, I did not know. Baby I swear, I didn’t know.” I cried.
“So who is my father, do you even know?”
I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to tell him, that bum was his daddy, but I see he was dead serious.
“This guy name Corey is your father.” I sniffed.
“That’s the same dude, Dad or Hassan, I don’t even know what to call him anymore was talking about. You knew he was telling the truth all along.”
“Josiah, I’m sorry. It was a mistake baby.”
“A mistake? You lied to me for all these years and now you’re telling me it was a mistake. I trusted you Ma, but my whole life has been a lie. I hate you, I swear, I fucking hate you.” He said, opened the door and dashed out.
“Josiah,” I ran to the door and yelled.
He ran fast down the stairs. I wanted to run after him, but instead I ran back inside and flopped down on the couch crying.
“No God, that’s my baby boy. I’m sorry that I lied to him. I’m sorry.” I cried.
Any other time, I would say it was going to be alright. Not this time, I knew my child was hurting because of the fucked up decision that I made. I’ve lost everything and I couldn’t afford to lose him too. I got up, to pour me a glass of wine. I needed to drown out the pain that was burning my insides.
What else, could go wrong, I thought before I took a big gulp.
HASSAN
I walked around on pins and needles for days. Every time I saw a police officer while I was driving I kept thinking, they were coming for me. I haven’t heard from that nigga Dre and I was too scared to call him, in case the police was on to him. I can’t believe the nigga fucked up like that. He was supposed to be a certified killer. I shook my head in disbelief.
I stayed glued to the television whenever I was not at work. I wanted to know if the police had any suspects or witnesses. I started drinking heavily, life was weighing on me. First I had one crazy bitch that was trying to put me out of my house, another put a bastard on me, that wasn’t even mine, then one bitch talking ‘bout she pregnant and now this nigga done fucked up. Fuck my life, ain’t shit else that could possibly go wrong….
I got a big bottle of Hennessy Black and opened it up, even though I was driving. I was feeling despaired. I wished I had someone to talk to. Shit I ain’t going to lie, I miss talking to Imani, she used to be my rock when I was going through shit. I thought ‘bout popping up over there, but decided not to. Her motherfucking son be blowing me and I didn’t have the strength to fuck his little ass up tonight. I decided to take my ass home. I didn’t give a fuck if Destiny bitch ass didn’t want me there. Fuck that bitch, matter of fact I was goin’ fuck that bitch tonight.
I opened the door, and walked up the stairs. The house was quiet, so either she wasn’t home or she was sleep. I walked into the room, and quickly noticed, she was asleep. I stood there looking at her, she looked so peaceful. I quickly took off my clothes and got into the bed with her. I started to rub on her shoulder. It didn’t take long for the bitch to wake up and start snapping. This trick needed to taught a lesson. I was her motherfucking husband and that pussy belonged to me. Her deranged ass started fighting me, but I wasn’t going to give up. I was going to take what was rightfully mine.
The bitch tried to run out of the room, but, she wasn’t going anywhere, not before I got the pussy. My Daddy once told me, that when a bitch acting like she ‘ont want the dick, it really mean that she’s begging me to give it to her. Her arrogance only made me angrier and I was determined to fuck her hard, fuck her in her ass raw.
She tried to slap me, but even in my tipsy state, I was quick to block it. I snapped and grabbed her by the neck and threw her on the bed. I really wanted to choke the life out of that bitch. I would definitely get pleasure out of seeing that bitch in a casket. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about giving her a dime in the divorce.
I don’t know what happened, but that bitch must’ve gotten the memo, that I wasn’t going to cease until I got the pussy. She decided to give me some head, and even though there was nothing special ‘bout her head game, it would do right about now because I was tipsy and horny. The minute, her mouth touched my dick it sent electric volts through my body. I closed my eyes, to savor the moment and because I was too caught up in the sensation, I was getting from her.
“Aaarghhhhhhhhh,” I screamed out. This dumb bitch sank her teeth down on my dick.
“Stupid bitch. I’m going to kill you.” I wrapped my hands around her neck; my intention was to break that shit off her body.
The pain was unbearable; I had to tighten my grip so she know it was not a game. The bitch finally let my dick go as I continued to squeeze, until that hoe bit my hand. I let go, but before I could grab that bitch again, she ran out the room. I got up and stumbled to the bathroom. I cut the lights on, to examine my dick. I peeped the imprint of her teeth, but luckily for her ass, there was no blood. I got a warm rag and applied pressure to my dick.
I didn’t chase after that bitch, by now I was no longer tipsy; I was in my right frame of mind. I quickly got dressed and left out the house. I called Imani’s phone.
“Hello,” she answered groggily.
“Yo, what’s good with you? Why you sound like you crying, you good?”
“Nah, I’m fine. What do you want?”
“I want to see you.”
“You know where I’m at.”
“I’m on the way.”
On my way over there, all I could think about was my hatred for Destiny. Tomorrow morning, I am going to file for a divorce. I don’t care how much money that bitch thinks she’s going to get. She can have all that little chump change in our joint account and I’ll pay alimony. There was no reason to keep that good for nothing bitch around.
***
I banged on the door, it was late and these niggas be robbing people, I didn’t want to become a victim of these broke ass niggas. I’ma make sure I get a burner, after all I am a defense attorney, and I need protection.
“Hey babe, “I walked in.
“Hey.”
“I’m tired as shit. I need to lay down.” I walked to the room.
“Aiight lay down.”
This was strange that she didn’t try to argue. Instead, she got into the bed beside me and tried to rub my back. My dick got hard instantly, which made it hurt. Even though I wanted to fuck her, my shit was sore and swollen. There was no way I could even attempt to stick my dick anywhere. I closed my eyes, pretending like I was asleep.
I was tired mentally and physically. I needed a break from everything in my life, including all these bitches. I swear, I need some new hoes….
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Imani
Hassan spent the night, for the first time in a long time. Any other time, I would’ve inquired about why, he wasn’t at home with his wife, but this time was different. I was on a mission to get evidence of him sleeping around on his wife. I thought when he got here, he would want to fuck, but he surprised me, by telling me, he was tired and wanted to lay down. Things seemed different, I tried to rub on him, hinting that I wanted to fuck, but he didn’t budge. He layed there, until he fell asleep. This is strange, I thought before I dozed off.
***
The next morning, I was awakened by Hassan, kissing all over me. I didn’t resist, even though I was on a mission, I still loved to feel his touch. He still had control over my body, mind and soul. He kissed my neck, and then slowly made his way down to my stomach. He massaged my clit, and then inserted his finger into my moist pussy.
“Aweee,” I groaned out in ecstasy.
His touch sent electric volts through my entire body.
“Daddy, I want you. Please,” I begged for the dick.
“Relax, I got you.” His head made its way between my legs.
I bit down on my lip, as he sucked on my clit. I tried my best, not to scream because I knew Josiah, was in his room.
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