My Husband's Whore Part 2

by Racquel Williams

  I walked out of the room and opened the front door for him. He bucked at me on the way out. I didn’t flinch. “Go ahead and do it.”

  He walked through the door, mumbling all kinds of bitches under his breath. Hassan thought he was the man, but I was that bitch. The one he would soon wished he had never met.

  ***

  The last few days were hard for me, I kept coughing and coughing. I went to the doctor and they gave me some more medicine. I let the doctor know that the medication, they had me on wasn’t working. I hoped it was another case of pneumonia. It had been years since I had a severe case of pneumonia. The chills were getting worse, and I couldn’t stop the cough. To make matters worse, I haven’t seen Josiah in days, so I had no one to help me to the bathroom or to make me a cup of soup. I thought I was going to die, alone and heart-broken.

  After a week of feeling ill, I finally started to feel better. I had to act fast. I only had two days before I was evicted from the apartment. I called Destiny, so I could turn over the video and get my money. I was going to move and start over. I had no idea if Josiah was going with me, because I haven’t seen him in a while and when I called his phone, he wouldn’t pick up. I swear I was tired of dealing with his ass. I tried my fucking best, but just like every nigga in my life, his ass turned out to be a piece of shit. I wasn’t going to waste another minute worrying about his ass.

  I twist and turned all night. My life was spiraling downhill ever since I met Hassan. I thought I met Prince Charming, but come to find out; he was a fucking hoe that cheated on me over a million times. He did the unthinkable when he gave me that disease. I haven’t forgiven him since then, but I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t want everyone in the Bronx to know that I was sick. I thought we were going to be together forever and take care of our son. But shit got crazy after that fool Corey showed up. I cried until, my head started to pound.

  Before I knew it, it was morning. Instead of making breakfast, I went to the kitchen and put the bottle of Vodka to my head. I didn’t stop even though it was burning my empty stomach. I needed something to stop the pain. I ran to my room and grabbed my phone. I searched through it and found Destiny’s number. I wanted my money from that bitch. Maybe I’ll get away, far away from here. I remember I had some cousins out in ATL. I wonder how it was out there. It was only one way to find out…

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Destiny

  I arrived at the bank and walked in. There was a bit crowd for a week day, but I remained in the line. I promised this whore, I was going to give her fifty grand, if she taped her and Hassan having sex. I know it was a desperate move on my part, but I wanted every bit of evidence when my attorney and I walked into that courtroom. I know that bastard had first-hand knowledge of the court system and he would use it to bully me. I wasn’t going out without a fight. I busted my ass for all those years, to make sure that bum could get a degree and make something of his life, in hopes that he would provide for me and his daughter. He did quite the opposite, he cheated, bought his whore lavish gifts and hid his money in secret accounts. I was not being a bitch, I was only going after what was rightfully mine.

  The teller gave me a quick glance when I told her how much money I wanted. I stared that bitch down, shit it’s my money. Nah I didn’t take it out of our joint account. I took it out of the account that I had opened for my daughter. See Hassan wasn’t the only one with a plan, the only difference is that my money was in Amaiya’s name and can’t be touched unless it’s for me or when she gets to the age of twenty-five.

  She handed me the money and I carefully stuffed it into my Michael Kors bag. I walked out of the bank and walked to my car, making sure I looked around. There are crooks everywhere and God knows, I wasn’t going to give up my life earnings easily. Soon as I got into the car, I grabbed my Obama phone and dialed Imani’s number. She picked up on the first ring and sounded like she was sitting there waiting on my call. That didn’t sit too well with me. I mean, was that whore sitting on her ass waiting on me to call so she could go spend my fucking money.

  I decided to meet her at her house. I didn’t want that whore back at my home plus I couldn’t be too careful. On my way to her house, my mind was blank, no thoughts were there so I just stared ahead of me. I wanted this to be over with so I can move on with my life. No one person should have to go through all this bullshit, especially over a sorry ass, two-timing nigga, at that.

  I was careful to park on the side. I didn’t want to draw any kind of attention to myself. Who knows, Hassan may be lurking around. The last thing I need is for him to see me going in or coming out of his whore’s house.

  I slightly banged on the door. She immediately opened it. I stepped inside the apartment that smelled like stinky pussy. This was the second time that I smelled that same scent coming from her. Whatever it is, that bitch needed to get help ASAP.

  “Hey, I’m happy you made it. Sit down; I see you’re a woman of your word.”

  “Yea, as humans, we don’t have anything, but our word.” I slightly smiled.

  I didn’t sit, matter of fact, I didn’t plan on staying long.

  “Do you have my money?”

  “It’s all here. Where is the video?” I asked as I patted my purse.

  “Hold on.” She walked to the back of the apartment.

  I got nervous then, I wasn’t thinking straight and I wasn’t sure this bitch wasn’t up to no good. I thought about leaving, but my feet wouldn’t bug. My blood was boiling hot as I thought about what could possibly be on the video.

  “Here you go honey. I told you Hassan ass couldn’t stay away from me for too long,” she bragged. The smirk on that hoe’s face irritated me to my soul.

  I took the camcorder from her and reached into my bag to grab the money. Instead I grabbed Hassan’s gun. I pointed it straight at that two-dollar whore’s head.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, with her eyes popped open.

  “You trippin’ and shit.” She giggled.

  “You didn’t think I would trust you Imani, did you? I know your kind, you thought you was going fuck my husband, wreck my marriage and take my hard earned money. No bitch, you were wrong. I worked too fucking hard to make a fucking life, to let a piece of broken down whore like you continue tearing me down. I warned you to stay away from him, but you thought it was a game. How dare you think that my pain is a silly game.” Tears welled up in my eyes, as I let this whore know how much pain she and that bastard inflicted on me.

  “Bitch, you still tripping over that nigga, I thought we were way past that.”

  “We are and that’s why I’m here standing with a gun.”

  “You lying ass bitch. We had a deal, I held up my part and now you renege on your end. I really need the money to get a place for my son and I. You are a woman, you should understand what I’m going through. How can you be so cruel?”

  “A woman would work or sell her pussy to take care of her hungry bastard. There’s a difference, you’re a money hungry whore that thought you were goin’ come up off my hard work and sweat. Fuck being a woman right now, matter of fact; I’m a mad bitch right now. I told you the first time, you called me to tell me about that bastard of yours, I don’t give a fuck about that illegitimate little monkey. You should’ve killed his ass when you found out that you were pregnant. You thought I was a fool, but no, I’m far from a fool. I waited for this moment, the last time wasn’t right, but this time, it’s me and you. I lived for the moment, when I would see you beg for your fucking life. The same way I begged my husband to leave your ass alone.”

  “Please listen to me, I will leave Hassan alone. I will take the money and never look back. You can have him, I swear, please just give me the money and go,” she pleaded!

  “Ha, ha, I don’t like this version of you. I prefer the whore that called my phone to brag to me, that my husband was fucking her and they were having a baby together. I bet it was funny to you that day, hmm.., but to me, it meant my husband viol
ated our vow.”

  POP! POP! POP, I squeezed the trigger three times. One time, I missed, but the other two hit her in the chest.

  Everything else happened in slow motion, I watched as she fell to the ground. She stared at me and in her darkest moment, she mumbled, “you’re as dead as me.” She started to cough, as blood spill out of her mouth. She took a long deep breath, and then her body stiffened.

  I trembled with fright as I realized what I have done. I stood frozen, staring at her lifeless body.

  Lord, what have I done, I thought

  An inner voice, respond. “I ‘ont know, but your ass need to get up out of here.”

  I snapped back to reality real fast. I looked down at the bitch, knelt beside her to check her pulse; she was dead! I placed the gun back in my purse, slid off the little pair of cocktail gloves and stuffed them in my purse. I took a quick glance of my surroundings, turned around and walked calmly out of the apartment. I was careful to hold my head down until I got to my car. I removed the scarf off my head and pulled off. Soon as I got off her street, I started to feel ill. I pulled over and vomited a few times. After I emptied the breakfast I had earlier, I held on to the steering wheel for support because I was shaking so hard. It took me a few minutes to get myself under control, before I pulled off again. I drove to Hunts Point where I deleted her number and carefully wiped the Obama phone off. I pulled up and grabbed a rock so I could smash the phone into tiny pieces, then kicked the little pieces under the trash and debris.

  God, I needed a drink and a fucking cigarette and I didn’t even smoke. I saw a cop car fly past me and I panicked even though it was going in the opposite direction. I drove the speed limit all the way to the house, in fear that I might get pulled over with the firearm.

  I pulled into my driveway and let out a long sigh of relief. I looked around to scope out my surrounding. No one was out and Hassan car wasn’t in the driveway. I grabbed my purse and walked hurriedly into the house. I ran straight to the kitchen and poured me a glass of wine. I downed it in seconds and followed up with another glass. I stood at the counter and waited for my nerves to settle a little. I put the bottle back on the shelf. I didn’t plan on being drunk, because I had shit to do and my mind had to be focused.

  My phone kept ringing, but I ignored it. Now wasn’t the time to be talking. My adrenaline was rushing and my mind was in overdrive. I walked upstairs and headed straight for Hassan’s room….

  ***

  That night was very hard for me. I vomited most of the night and I was shaky and worried. Every sound I heard made me jump. No one knew that I know her or that we had ever met, but nonetheless I was still on the edge.

  I couldn’t get those last words that she spoke out of my head. I wondered what she meant, when she said “You’re as dead as I am.” What was she trying to tell me, as she took her last breath? I racked my brain all night until I fell asleep. I was mentally and physically drained…

  I had one of the best sleeps last night. I was so tired that I slept all night. When I first woke up, I realized that I was still in my bed and not a jail cell. I jumped out of the bed in up in an upbeat mood. Finally, that whore was out of my life for good, I thought with a smile.

  “Hey Ma, you aiight?” Amaiya asked as she walked into the kitchen. I was sitting down having a cup of coffee.

  “Yes Sugar. Your mama is feeling great. How are you feeling?”

  “Tired from basketball practice yesterday.”

  “Well, you know that comes with the territory.”

  “Ma, can I spend the night over Laurie house?”

  “Hmm. Who is going to be there?”

  “No Ma, no boys will be there and yes I will give you her mother’s number so you can call on check up on me like I’m four,” she joked.

  “Well, see you already know the process. Once you get older, you will wish that I check up on you Missy.”

  “Bye Ma, see you later.”

  “Bye baby. Love you.” She was already gone through the door.

  I walked over to the door and made sure it was locked. I then went upstairs to my bedroom. I was eager, but nervous to see what was recorded. I turned my TV down so, I would be aware if someone entered the door. I sat on the carpet and turned it on… Tears fell like waterfall as I watched my husband’s real life movie. It seemed surreal, but it was Hassan in the flesh, fucking and sucking on his whore. As if that wasn’t bad enough, this sorry ass nigga I married had the nerve to be talking shit about me. Listening to his words pierced through my soul. I can only imagine what he said behind my back, but actually hearing is more hurtful and cold. I watched as she looked into the camcorder, smiling, as if she was happy that I would see my husband pounding her. He was such a fucking liar. I remember him telling me, he never ate no pussy other than mine. Really? That nigga head was buried between her legs. I was angry and pissed the fuck off. The tears just kept coming; I needed to take a break, but decided not to. I needed to finish it, I had no time to waste if I wanted to get this bastard out of my life for good. I thought, all that was bad, but to see him beating her ass, kind of made me cringe. There was a long pause; I thought it was the end of the recordings. That was until I heard Hassan’s voice talking. His whore was riding his cock and he was talking, I’d had enough, I thought, until I heard a conversation about murder. MURDER, did I hear right. My lawyer husband was on tape confessing to getting somebody name Corey murdered. I rewinded the tape and listened again. This fool was laying there getting fucked and placing himself in a murder case. I quickly cut off the tape and leaned against the bed. Just when I thought, shit couldn’t get any worse, it just got worse.

  HASSAN

  I had to get money out of my account, to give to nigga Big Dre. I thought about not giving that punk ass nigga a dime, but I was terrified, he might run his mouth, if he got caught. I decide to meet him at the corner of the A& B West Indian Grocery on Westchester Avenue. I tried to be careful because I didn’t know if the police was already involved and if this was a set-up. I parked and walked over to the vehicle that he told me he’d be waiting in. I hate that I was sitting this close to this snake ass nigga.

  “Yo, you got my money?” this slime ball nigga asked.

  “Yea, it’s right here. Yo how do I know this the last time, you’ll come at me about some paper?”

  “Nigga, I told you, shit is hot as hell right now. I need to get away, ain’t nobody worried about coming back at you, ‘bout no money.”

  “I ‘ont believe shit you say. First you ain’t want no money, but here you are shaking me down.”

  “Yo nigga, watch yo motherfucking mouth yo.” He pointed a gun at me. “Now give me the money and get the fuck out of my shit.”

  I hesitated, but then I peeped the desperation in his eyes, which were glossy and blood-shot red. I knew he was a cold blooded killer and I didn’t want to take any chances.

  I threw the bag at him. “Nigga fuck you. Lose my fucking number or the next time we meet, I’ma show you how a real nigga gets down.” I opened the truck door and jumped out. The nigga pulled off, before I even closed his door.

  “Fucking fool,” I said out loud.

  I sped to my car, looking around me to see if any police cars were approaching me. The coast was clear, so I jumped into my car and burned rubber all the way through the neighborhood. I swear, I hope that was the last time that I’d ever have to cross path with that nigga. I should’ve brought my gun with me. I got it after Destiny bitch ass nigga threatened me. I really need to start carrying it around ‘cause I was tired of niggas thinking I was a pussy.

  ***

  I had a call with my divorce lawyer. I didn’t like none of what dude was saying. This bitch Destiny was all up in my business, so she asking for half of everything I made since the marriage. What the fuck? That’s half of my shit. What possess that bitch to think she was going to get half? I fucking bust my ass e’ery damn day to make sure I got where I am today. I really thought my money was fucking safe overseas, b
ut this bitch got wind of that also. I swear to God, I want to take that gun I got and blow that bitch head off. I swear to God, I punched the wall in my office, bruising my hand. I was going to teach that bitch a lesson, one that she will never forget.

  My world was tumbling down. It didn’t work out too well the other day with Imani, but I knew I had to humble myself and try again. My freedom depended on if she dropped the charges. I took out the cell-phone and stroll to her name. Her phone rang out, until the voicemail came on. I hung up and decide to hit redial. Again, there was no answer, I hung up and sent her a text.

  Hey babe it’s me. I’m sorry for everything, I did to you. I really love you and hope you will find it in your heart, to forgive me. I want to be the man for you. Please just let me show you. Love you Hassan.

  I knew it was only a matter of time before she’d call me back. Imani was so predictable. No matter what I did to her, she would get mad and turn right back around and forgive me. We’ve been doing this so long, I can actually tell her pattern. This time was different for me though. I was officially done with the bitch. There was no way I would ever fuck with a bitch that got me locked up. I was going to get her to drop the charges, and then I was going to break the news to her ass. I never wanted to see her or that little bastard, ever again!

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Destiny

  Amaiya was in school, so I stopped by Mama’s house. I had so much on my mind, the last few days. I kept seeing Imani’s dead body in my dreams. I tried to get it out of my head, but I just couldn’t. Actually I was happy the bitch was out of the picture, because there was no way I was going to give that whore my husband and my money.

  I just need to see Mama’s face. I had no idea how things were going to turn out for me and I needed to let her know that no matter what happens, I was still her daughter. I wasn’t a monster, I’m just a woman that loved the wrong fool and made a bad decision because I was fed up. I wanted to break down and tell Mama what I had done, but how can I? There was no way, because if anything happened I needed her to take care of my only child.