“Hmmm… Daddy, please fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.
I wasn’t worried about anything that was being recorded. I was all for myself and my guilty pleasures.
He ate me out, and I came in his mouth. He slurped up every drop, and then got on top of me. He stuck his dick all the way in, and started long stroking me. Even though, it was touching my soul, I welcomed every inch of his manhood.
Oh, oh, I love you Hassan. I love you, fuck me harder,” I mumbled.
“I got you babe.” He went deeper, breaking my walls down.
“owiee, owiee.” I moaned.
He stabbed harder as I threw the pussy on him. I really missed this. I miss our souls connecting as one. I felt his dick harden as he grabbed my butt, and pulled me closer to him.
“Aargh, aargh,” he groaned loudly.
“Shhh.” I put my hand over his mouth, to muffle the sounds.
He pulled out, and bust all over my chest. I saw, he was being careful. I guess he didn’t want a child with me after all.
I lay there for a few minutes. I watched as he got up, put on his boxers and walked out of the room. I closed my eyes, and smile to myself. My pussy was sore, from him pounding my walls. I know he missed fucking me, and I missed having him in my life.
He walked back into the room, and sat at the edge at the bed.
“Hey babe, you alright?”
“Yea I’m good, just thinking about how good that pussy is.”
I sat up and scooted closer to him. “Really, hm…, let me find out you pussy whipped,” I joked.
“Chill out B. You know a nigga checking for you, but I just can’t get over the shit you did to me. It still hurts deep down, that Josiah ain’t my seed. I just want to know, what the fuck did I do, to deserve this. Even though, I was out here, messing wit’ these other bitches, you always had my heart. You know that.”
I felt bad, that I put him through this. I wished I could change everything, but it wasn’t possible. I rubbed his shoulder. “Hassan, I am so sorry, I swear to you, I only messed wit’ that boy one time and it was because we both was drinking,” I cried.
“Imani, this ain’t ‘bout you fucking the nigga. You lied and said that Josiah was my seed. I gave you money for him, I provided for y’all. I feel like a fucking fool, I’m embarrassed to go ‘round the people I know ‘cause I know they laughing about this shit.”
“Hassan, fuck what e’erybody saying. This is me and you. I felt embarrassed when you went and married that hoe, but I still stayed with you. Why can’t you forgive me, so we can move on?”
“Yo, B, it ain’t that easy. I’m a man with pride. My name carries weight in this state.”
This nigga was pissing me off. He was more worried about how people would look at him, instead of worrying about me.
“Hassan, this is us boo. I’m patiently waiting on you to divorce Destiny.”
“Fuck that bitch, she’s dead to me. I don’t ever want to hear you mention her name,” he yelled.
“Damn, calm down. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m sorry. I ain’t mean to yell at you. It’s just the mention of that bitch’s name drives me crazy. Nobody understands what I go through with her ass.”
Listening to him, I kind of felt bad for him. I thought about telling him about the plan that Destiny came up with. I swear I didn’t want to help that bitch, bring him down.
“Hassan, I’m going to need some money to pay these bills.”
“What? You better call that nigga Corey, that nigga was popping all that shit ‘bout taking care of you and his seed.” He lashed out.
“Really, you know damn well Corey don’t have no money.”
“Ha, ha, so your dumb ass went and fucked a nigga that’s broke, had a baby by him and now you want little old me, to take care of you and that little bastard. Nah B, I love you and all, but you goin’ have to find you another fool.”
I sat there, looking at this nigga spit venom at me. A few seconds ago, I almost confessed some shit to him but I was happy that I kept my mouth shut because this confirmed that, he was not trying to be with me. I was good for fucking, but not to pay these fucking bills.
“Get out of my house!” I yelled.
“What you say to me?” he got up and stared me down.
I stood up and stared back at him. “You heard me, I said, get out of my house. I’m tired of the way you treat me, because you know I love you. I’m tired, you’ve been slinging that dick all over this motherfucking city, and I forgave you. But you act like, the shit I did, is the fucking worse.”
He raised his hand and slapped me twice, back to back.
“Bitch, don’t you ever talk to me like that. You’re a fucking hoe, I made you somebody.”
I held my face, which was still burning from the slap. I decided that I wasn’t going to cry, at least not in front of him.
“I fucking hate you. Now get out of my shit, before I call the police to put you out.” I opened the door.
“Bitch fuck you, do you know who I am? I’m Hassan Clarke, the defense attorney.”
He lunged toward me, grabbed my neck and started to choke me. I tried to scream, but he applied more pressure. He punched me, nonstop in my face, until blood started to spew out. I started to lose consciousness; all I could think about was this being my last time on this earth…
***
I woke up in the hospital. I could barely open my eyes, but when I forced them open, I noticed two uniformed policemen standing over my bed. I knew the hospital had to have called them.
“Miss Gibson, I’m Officer Maxwell and this is Sergeant Oliver. We’re here to a take a report and possibly file charges on whoever did this to you.”
Shit just got real, I thought. Hassan has always put his hands on me, but has never went this far. This time, he bloodied my face and broke my nose.
I closed my eyes, which were hurting from opening them up.
“Miss Gibson, can you tell us, who did this to you?”
I hesitated…, then I spoke, “Hassan Clarke.”
“Hassan Clarke? That name sounds familiar,” Sergeant Oliver said.
Oh here we go, these fools know him. He had always bragged about how he was tight with some of the officers in the Bronx.
“I got it, are you talking about the popular defense attorney Hassan Clarke?”
I hung my head down, “yes,” I mumbled.
“Well, tell us what happened.”
I looked at both of them; they didn’t seem too interested after I told them, who did this to me. I didn’t give a fuck; I was tired of covering for a nigga that didn’t give a fuck about me.
DESTINY
After last night, I was more determined then ever to get Hassan out of my house. This nigga was seconds away from raping me, so I knew the next time, I might not be as lucky.
After Amaiya left for school, I went on a rampage. I went through his closet in the spare bedroom, grabbed all his expensive suits and leather, foreign made shoes. I made several trips inside to make sure, I had everything. I got two big bottle of bleach that I had in the basement, and I put everything in the back yard, and went on a rampage. I emptied the bottles onto everything he owned.
I was no longer hurting. I was filled with rage; I’d had enough of this bastard playing me and disrespecting me. He definitely violated me, when he tried to take pussy that didn’t belong to him anymore.
I then grabbed some big trash bags, and threw the soiled clothing and shoes into the bags. I took them and dropped them off on the curb. I saw my nosy next door neighbor outside raking his yard. He looked at me strangely as I pulled the bags to the curb. I smiled at him, turned and walked back inside.
I searched through my CD’s and found my old Waiting to Exhale soundtrack.
“While all the time that I was loving you, you were busy loving yourself. I would stop breathing if you told me to, now you're busy loving someone else, eleven years out of my life, besides the kids, I have nothing to show Was
ted my years a fool of a wife. I shoulda have left your ass long time ago,” Mary J. Blige voice echoed through my Bose surround system.
I went through the house, and one by one, I broke all the pictures that we taken together. Our wedding pictures included. There was shattered glass everywhere. The exact way my heart was shattered. I kneeled down on my living room floor and I cried my heart out. I cried until there was nothing else in me. No more tears or any other emotions. I felt drained, so instead of cleaning up the mess I made, I decided to take a shower.
I didn’t feel like driving, so I called Mama and asked her to pick up Amaiya from her cheerleading practice. I guess I had dozed off when because I heard the phone ringing. I ignored it the first time, but it rang a second time. I got it off the dresser and looked, to see who was calling. It was the handsome Mr. Private Investigator Spencer. Hmm, I wondered what he wanted. Our business dealings were over.
“Hello, good evening,” I said in a seductive tone, but I quickly corrected myself.
“Hello Mrs. Clarke or do you go by a different name?”
“No, I ‘m still married. Working on the divorce now,” I chuckled.
“Oh I see.” he paused.
“Well, what can I do for you Mr. Spencer?”
“Well, I want to invite you out for dinner and maybe we can catch a movie.”
“Oh my, I feel honored, but I am not trying to see anyone. As you know, I’m trying to get out of one messed up relationship.”
“I understand that, but it would be nice for you to get out and enjoy yourself a little.”
“I don’t want to sound rude or anything like that, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. Sorry.”
“Alright, but if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to call.”
I didn’t say anything, I hung up the phone. Oh Lord, his voice, his voice did something to me. I smiled to myself, and then the sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts.
I ran downstairs, and peeped out the hole. It was Mama and Amaiya. I opened the door for them.
“Hey Mama.”
“Hey babe. Hey Ma, you coming in?”
“I’ll come in for a few.”
I closed the door behind them and we walked toward the living room. Fuck, I totally forgot, the place was a mess, from the havoc I created earlier.
“W-h-a-t happen in here. Did somebody lose their mind and broke all your stuff?”
“No, nothing happen. I just had a moment. I just forgot to clean up.”
“I’m happy you’re feeling a little better. I don’t know what happen in here earlier, but you might want to clean it up.”
“I got it.”
We hung around for little, just talking about everyday things. Mama decided to leave.
“Are you and Amaiya, safe over here? I told you before, that y’all can stay with me, ‘til the divorce is final.”
“Ma, I told you before, this is my house and I’m not leaving for shit. I’m going to stay here and make sure, that bastard don’t mess my shit up. I work too hard to buy this and I will not walk away from it.”
“I understand I’m just worried that he is goin’ to show his black ass. I want y’all safe and away from him.”
I saw the worried look on Mama’s face. I hate that she worries so much.
“Look Mama, I’m a big girl, and you raised me to be tough. I’ve had my share of weakness, but that shit is over. I have to grow a backbone and put my big girl panties on.” I rubbed her back.
“Aiight sugar. Remember, I’m a phone call away.” She kissed me on the cheek, and then walked out the door.
After Mama, left I made some soup for Amaiya and I. She then went to her room, and I went to lay down. My mind was racing and all over the place. I was thinking of getting this divorce, from Hassan. Yes finally I’ll be able to breathe again.
Thoughts of taking Mr. Spencer up on his offer crossed my mind, which made my heart fluttered and my palms becomes sweaty. Oh hell no, this can’t be happening, I thought. I’m here in one fucked up relationship, my heart has been broken and shattered into tiny pieces, I don’t know if I’ll ever want another man. Shit I can definitely understand why women turned to other women for comfort. These men nowadays are full of shit.
I pulled up my blanket, closed my eyes. What is the possibility of me finding love again….
***
I woke up to the banging of my downstairs door. My first instinct was, somebody was trying to break in. I jumped out of the bed, grabbed my robe and my cell-phone. That’s when I heard “Bronx Police open up the door.”
The police, Lord, this bitch done reported me, was the first thoughts that entered my mind. My heart started racing, as I walked down the stairs. I peeped through the peephole, and there were three officers posted outside. I took a long sigh, and then opened the door.
“Yes, may I help you?” I nervously asked.
“Ma’am, we are looking for Hassan Clarke. Is he home?”
“Uh-I’m not sure. We are separated and I don’t know when he’s here or not.”
“Is that his car?” he pointed to the side of the house.
I peeped around the corner, “Yes that’s his car. Let me see if he’s upstairs.”
I turned around, walked back inside and went up the stairs. I walked to his room, tried his door, but it was locked. I banged on the door a few times.
“Ma, what’s going on?” Amaiya stepped out of her room.
“Honey, the police are here looking for your dad. Go back in your room.”
I banged on his door, a few more times. He opened the door, barely dressed and cock hard as hell.
“What the fuck you want?”
“The police is at the door, they want to speak with you.”
“The p-o-l-i-c-e? What the heck they want with me?”
“Why don’t you bring yo’ black ass down there and find out.”
I walked away from him and went back downstairs. “He’s coming officers.”
“Thank you ma’am.”
I stood there, as he walked downstairs, pulling a hoody over his head.
“Officers, I’m attorney Hassan Clarke. My wife told me, y’all want to talk with me.” He stepped outside.
“Hassan Clarke, you’re under arrest for assault and battery. You have a right to remain silent. And if you give up, that right, anything and everything you say, will be used against you, in the court of law.” The slim police officer read him his rights while he placed the cuffs on him.
“What y’all doing to my Daddy.” Amaiya rushed outside.
“Please get back in the house ma’am.”
I grabbed Amaiya, and hugged her tight.
“What the hell am I being arrested for, who did I supposedly assault?” he yelled.
He turned to look at me, I stared in his face. I didn’t feel any kind of emotion. All I knew was, his ass done did some shit, he didn’t have no business doing.”
“Babe, call Leon and let him know they’re locking me up on some bullshit. He’ll handle everything.”
I continued looking at him, any other time, I was that bitch or whatever words came to his mouth, but now his ass needs me I’m ‘babe’.”
“Come on,” I dragged Amaiya inside the house.
“Why they lock him up?”
“I have no idea, baby. Only your daddy know what he did.”
Woeii, all this damn drama early in the morning. I know these nosey neighbors of mine were up, probably trying to figure out what’s going on. They’re not the only one, my ass was trying to find out also. I knew I had to wait until they booked him, then; I can call to hear what his charges are.
I looked at the time; it was a quarter to six. It didn’t make sense to go back to sleep. After all, this drama, I needed a strong cup of coffee to start my day.
Amaiya was visibly upset about her father getting locked up, which I totally understood. Even though he barely pays her any attention, she loves him. I know things might be a little hard on her, with the
divorce and now this.
“Ma, can I stay home today. I don’t feel too good.”
“You know what; this is your first time being home from school. So yes, you can.”
I watched as she dragged herself back to her room. I walked into my room and flopped down on the bed. Lord, I want this all to end soon, I thought.
HASSAN
One of the things I dread in life is getting locked up. I’ve never been in a cell before, so you know I was mad as fuck that I got locked up. Destiny almost gave me a heart attack when she said, ‘the police wanted me’. The first thing that came to mind, was the shit that popped off with Corey. That was until, the officer said, I was charged with, ‘assault and battery’, instantly I knew it was Imani. I was shocked that her ass would press charges against me, ungrateful ass bitch. After all I did for her and her bastard child; this is how she repays me.
I tried to talk to the officers, but they weren’t trying to hear me, instead they took me to central booking near Sherman and Sheridan Avenue. I went in front of the magistrate and was given a bond in the amount of twenty-five grand. I felt relieved, because that was chump change. I was also booked and fingerprinted like one of these criminals out here.
The worst part was when one of the cellmates noticed me, instead of him keeping his mouth shut, he walked closer.
“Ain’t you that attorney? Umm… I can’t remember the name.”
“Yes, that’s me.” I said as I hung my head in shame.
I knew it was only a matter of time before everybody and their mama knew I was locked up. I was ready to go. I didn’t want to spend another second in a jail cell. I patiently waited to get a bond, even though Destiny and I were beefing, I’m pretty sure that she’ll make sure I get out of here soon.
I sat in the dingy ass jail cell waiting to hear my name called, but it never happened. Minutes turned into hours, it was damn near night again, and no one came to bail me out. I was transferred that evening, to Rikers Island. I couldn’t believe this shit, I was a prominent member of the community and here I was, getting treated like I was a common criminal.
“They’re going to pay, all these bitches are going to pay,” I said out loud.
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