My Husband's Whore Part 2

by Racquel Williams

  They stayed with me and we chatted for a little while. I couldn’t control this terrible cough, and I was tired. I hated to see them go, but I had to get some rest. Alongside the cough, I was fatigue and had difficulty breathing.

  HASSAN

  I thought I was dreaming, but nah, it was a cruel dose of reality. One minute I was about to kill that hoe Destiny and the next minute, I was being arrested for the murder of Imani. My thoughts ran back on Corey, but was soon interrupted when the arrested officer said, “You’re under arrest for the murder of Imani Gibson.” I stared at this fool, like he had two heads. There was no way I killed Imani. Shit regardless of what went down, I loved her ass. I might’ve beaten her ass, but that was to scare her, so she would know I’m that nigga. I didn’t want her dead.

  I went in front of the judge and he denied me bond. His excuse was that I was already out on bond with charges pertaining to the victim. I wanted to collapse when that cracker spoke those words. This shit was more serious than I thought. I was sure they didn’t have any evidence, so how can they link me to her death, all because I was arrested for beating her up? Bullshit, they better find her killer, shit it might be her motherfucking son.

  I was tight as fuck, I wanted to spazz out, but I kept my cool. I had to think fast, first thing I needed was a lawyer. Maybe he can get a better understanding about what the fuck was going on.

  Mama got the news that I was arrested, of course the entire city knew because they had it plastered all over the major TV stations. This was so fucking embarrassing. I can imagine, all the whispers and gossiping behind my back. I ain’t goin’ lie, I wanted to crawl under a rock and stay there.

  By the next afternoon, I heard the guard calling my name. “Clarke, Hassan Clarke , you have attorney’s visit. Step to the front.

  I jumped off the top bunk, ran down to the bottom tier and walked up to the door. I walked into the area where my attorney was sitting waiting. He stood up, when I walked in.

  “Hassan, my man.” He gave me dap.

  “Yo, please tell me, this is a mistake and you ‘bout to get me up out of here.” I sat across from him.

  “Sorry, I wish I could. You are charged with the murder of Imani Gibson and a two new charges has been added; conspiracy to commit murder against Corey Griffin and the attempted murder of your wife. I spoke to the DA handling the case and he informed me, that they found the murder weapon in your house and they also have you on tape confessing about the murder of that Corey fellow.”

  “What the fuck you mean?” I jumped up and flipped the table over on me. Rage filled my heart and I was no longer thinking clearly.

  The guard rushed in, and looked at the attorney. “Is everything ok in here?”

  “Yes, everything is under control.”

  I paced back and forth with my fist closed tight. I couldn’t believe what he was saying to me. Murder weapon, confession, bullshit, I thought.

  “Sit down! You need to control yourself while you’re in here. Honestly the shit doesn’t look too good for you and I’ma need you focus so we can sort through this.”

  I walked back to the table and sat down. “Man, what the fuck you talking about, murder weapon and confession. I don’t know how to say this any clearer. I did not kill anyone, especially not Imani and I did not confess anything to anyone. As far as Destiny, the bitch I’m married to, she’s bitter because I don’t want to be with her and she attacked me. I was only defending myself.” I yelled and pounded on the table.

  “Well, I haven’t seen the videotape as yet, but as far as I understand, you’re on tape confessing and the gun that was used to kill Miss Gibson is registered in your na----.”

  “Bullshit!” I cut him off. “Ain’t no motherfucking way, that’s possible. I own a .9mm Glock and I’ve never took that shit out of my night stand. Them motherfuckers’ tryna to frame me bossman. Get your own forensic team on my case, cause word to my Mama, there’s no way that can be possible. No way bro!”

  “I’ll be going down to the DA’s office first thing in the morning and I’m getting my whole team on the case. As far as bond, I’m going to request one at your arraignment, but I doubt they are going to give it to you, because you were already out on a previous one. I suggest you sit tight and let us figure out what’s really going on. I need you to be straight with me, don’t hold anything back.”

  “Bro, I’m telling you. I didn’t kill her, and it wasn’t my gun. I am innocent. The police might be trying to get back at me, ‘cause I done got a lot of niggas off serious charges.”

  “Well, I’m going to go over the house also, to speak to your wife.”

  “Fuck that bitch! She not goin’ help you.”

  “Maybe not, but I need to talk to her, to understand her frame of mind.”

  “Aiight,” I said reluctantly.

  “Sit tight. I’ll be in touch.”

  ***

  I didn’t feel any better after talking to the lawyer. Shit was crazy, I didn’t want shit to eat, even though I haven’t ate in days, my appetite was gone. Maybe it’s the fact that I see my life spiraling downhill. I took a shower and decided to lay down on my bunk.

  All kinds of thoughts invaded my mind. How the fuck I got in here, on some bullshit ass charges. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. ‘Confessed on tape’ I kept trying to figure out, what the hell they were talking about…. That’s when it dawned on me, the only person that knew what went down was the nigga Big Dre. He had to be wearing a wire. “Fuck outta here, snitch bitch.” I should’ve followed my guts, not to trust that pussy nigga. My head was pounding and I felt sick, what the fuck have I gotten myself into, I thought as a tear fell from my eye.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Destiny

  After numerous tests, the doctors’ was still not sure of what was causing that terrible cough I got. There was also a rash, on my arm that would not leave, the nurse gave me a cream to put on it, but that didn’t help. I was getting irritated because I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

  Out of the blue, something popped in my head. I remember the doctor telling me, he did every test possible, but did he really? I pressed the button for the nurse;

  “Yes, may I help you Mrs. Clarke?”

  “Can you come here for a second?”

  “Give me a minute, I’ll be in.”

  While I waited for the nurse to come, I was nervous about what I was about to ask her. I tried to calm my nerves down because I needed to know the answer. Being in the medical field for most of my life, I knew the importance of knowing your status.

  “Yes, Mrs. Clarke, how may I help you?”

  “I know Dr. Chezc, said he did a lot of test on me, trying to find out what’s going on with me. I want to know, did y’all do a HIV test on me?”

  “Uhh…I’m not sure, but I can look in your files and let you know.”

  “Ok please do and if he didn’t. I want one done ASAP.”

  She shot me a strange look then quickly smile at me.

  “Sure, I’ll get on it right away.”

  ***

  Waiting on a HIV test result was detrimental to the mental mind. I tried my best to block out all the ‘what ifs’. Even though I remained positive most of the time, I couldn’t help, but wondered. The symptoms of HIV were there and even though, I wasn’t a whore or had niggas running all up in me, didn’t mean shit. Hassan was a hoe and God knows how many bitches he done fucked before he got with me.

  They said, be careful of what you asked for. That statement was so true, one evening around 2 p.m. Dr. Chezc walked into my room.

  “Good evening Mrs. Clarke. How you feeling?”

  “Not feeling too good. I stayed up last night; coughing and this damn rash won’t leave me alone.”

  “Well, your test is back from the lab and…” he paused.

  “And what? I asked as I sat up in the bed.

  “You tested positive for HIV……” his words trailed off.

  I didn�
��t say anything. I sat there staring at the doctor. I wanted to curse at him, to tell him to get out, but the words were not coming out.

  “I’m sorry Mrs. Clarke. I know it seems like the end of the world, but it’s not. There are some great medicines on the market that can help treat the virus. I will get the grief counselor in here to talk with you. Please take care of yourself.”

  I watched as he walked out the room and closed the door behind him. I reached for my phone and dialed my Mama’s number.

  “Mama, please come see me,” was all I managed to say.

  “Baby, what’s going on? You alright?”

  I hung the phone up, without saying another word. I pulled the cover over my face. That’s when the tears started flowing. A sharp pain ripped through my chest, Lord I hope it’s not another heart attack, I thought. What the hell, I was going to die anyway. My child Amaiya. How do I tell my baby-girl that her mama is going to die? Too many questions and not enough answers.

  About an hour later, Mama showed up.

  “Hey baby. Amaiya wanted to come, but I told her, you’ll see her tomorrow.”

  “Mama,” I busted out crying.

  She walked over to my bed and hugged me. “What’s going on baby?”

  “Mama, I got HIV,” I busted out crying loud as my voice allowed me to.

  “You got what? No, they mix up your test with some other person test.” She let me go and looked at me.

  “Yes, you know the cold, the rash? All that came from me having HIV.” I broke down.

  “When and how? Baby who gave this shit to you?” she yelled.

  “I-I don’t know Mama. I’m guessing it’s from Hassan. He is the only man that I’ve been with for over fifteen years. And I’ve always taken the test, and I ain’t no dirty bitch. I don’t deserve this Mama.”

  She hugged me tightly. “I know baby, I know! You goin’ get through it baby, we going get through it. You hear me, my God is a powerful God and he has worked some miracle.”

  God? All this faith and how God works wonder, I was sick and tired of hearing it. If God so wonderful, how did he allow me to get this shit. I am not wicked and I didn’t abuse my body

  “Baby. I love you and there is nothing, I mean nothing that we can’t get through. Your life is not over. You have a teenager relying on you.”

  I continued crying, as Mama tried her best to restore my faith. I knew there was a God, but I didn’t want to acknowledge him right now!

  ***

  I was finally released from the hospital. Spencer was there by my side every day, taking care of me, until I felt much better. Each day that I was around him made it harder for me to tell him, that I was HIV positive. Numerous times, I tried, but he would say something nice and I would forget about it. I was tired of hiding it and decided that today was the day.

  It was right after dinner, we were sitting at the table talking about our lives and our plans for our future. I pulled my chair closer to him, and took his hand.

  “Babe, I need to talk to you.”

  “Damn! Don’t tell me, you breaking up with me,” he joked.

  I wasn’t in a joking mood; I had to stop myself from crying. “Babe, listen. You know how I had that bad cough and that rash and I kept having difficulty breathing. Well… I-I have the virus.”

  “The virus? You mean, the cold virus?” he stared at me, for confirmation.

  “Nah, babe. The HIV virus that cause aids.”

  “You serious? Don’t play like that.” He said while searching my face.

  “I wish, I was playing.” I busted out crying.

  He got up out of his chair and knelt down in front of me. “Baby, please don’t cry. I know that nigga gave you that shit. I’m going fucking kill him. You hear me,” he yelled as he squeezed my hands.

  “OUCH! You’re hurting me.” I pulled my hands away.

  “Sorry babe. Come here.” He pulled me up from the chair.

  I followed him into the living room and we sat on the couch together.

  “Listen to me baby. I ‘ont know too much about the AIDS virus, other than it can kill you. What I do know is, I love you and there’s nothing than can separate us, but us. I love you Destiny and I’m not going anywhere. Matter of fact, after the divorce is final, I want to marry you. You are the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with and we going to fight this together.”

  I looked into his eyes. I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t form. I layed my head on his chest and cried.

  “The worst part is, I don’t know how I’m going to tell Amaiya.” I cried.

  “Tell me what?” Amaiya walked into the living room.

  I sat there frozen. Now wasn’t the time, I wasn’t ready!

  “Tell me what Ma?” she asked again.

  “Let me step out. I got a few runs to make. I’ll call you later,” Spencer said and then he kissed me on the cheek and left.

  “Sit down baby.”

  Please God give me the strength, I thought.

  “Listen baby, while I was at the hospital, I found out that I was infected with the AIDS virus. I know you learned about that in school. “

  “What? I know you get that from sex. Did Daddy give it to you?”

  “I don’t baby. All I know is, I got it.”

  “I freaking hate him. You're a clean person, he was the one cheating. I hate him Ma. I swear.” She cried.

  I grabbed my baby girl and I squeezed her. “I love you sugar. Don’t you worry about yo mama. I got this, you hear me.”

  “Ma, I ain’t going to college. I’m going to stay here and take care of you.”

  “Nonsense! You will go to medical school, like you planned. Mama is stronger than you think.” I tried my best not to break down in front of her.

  We continued talking as I tried to convince her that, her mama was fine. Deep down, I was screaming for help. I don’t know how I was going to make it. Depression was setting in and my mental state was diminishing. I want it all to go away fast!

  HASSAN

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  “I’m telling you, somebody set me the fuck up. I don’t give a fuck what ballistics say, I did not kill Imani,” I yelled.

  “Ok, say that is wrong. How do you explain, the tape? You were on it confessing to getting Corey killed and they found it in your room. The prosecutor's case is solid. I’m going in here to defend you, but how can I defend you against a tape, that you are the star actor in? I can’t. You are one of the best in the business, you know it don’t look good.”

  “Man, I can’t plead guilty to some shit that I didn’t do. As far as the tape, I was drinking, that bitch might have slipped something in my drink. I know it sound strange, but there’s no other way to explain it man. That bitch Destiny might be tied up in this, shit she knew about Imani. She must have taken my gun, shot her and put it back to frame me.”

  He looked at me, as if I was tripping. Shit it was farfetched, ‘cause that bitch was a coward, but there was no other explanation.

  “Yea, we looked at that too, but there is no evidence that supports that claim. Your wife doesn’t seem like the kind that can hurt a fly. I could be wrong, but I need evidence. Something that shows reasonable doubt.”

  “Yea I know!” I hung my head down.

  I went back to my cell, wondering about everything. How did that gun leave my house and kill Imani and get back into my drawer? Did Destiny hate me that much, that she framed me for murder and what about Imani? Why did she record our conversations and us having sex? My brain was hurting and I need an outlet to let out all this aggravation.

  The thought of not having Imani around was killing me softly. I swear to God, I loved that bitch, even though she pulled a fucked up ass move. Now her ass dead and I’m locked up for murdering her.

  ***

  After about another month of back and forth with the DA office, my lawyer informed me that a trial date was set. I was adamant about going to trial to prove my case. There was no way in hell I was g
oing to confess to some shit that I didn’t do. Mama was heartbroken because she couldn’t bear to see me in shackles. It broke my heart that she had to go through that. What was strange was Destiny, her ass didn’t bother to come see me. See where I’m from, loyalty is everything. It don’t matter if we fuss and fight one another. That hoe should’ve been right beside me fighting these motherfuckers. I would’ve never done her like that, but if God help my black ass and I get out of this hell-hole. That bitch can never speak to me, ever again. Mark my fucking words, that hoe is dead to me!

  ***

  A day before the trial started, I called my lawyer and told him, I wanted to take a plea. In my heart, it was not the best move for me, but being an attorney, I knew if I went to trial, them crackers were going to burn my black ass. After talking to mama, I decided to plea out. Maybe then, I would have a chance to see the streets again. Just maybe, I thought.

  DESTINY

  Hassan’s lawyer came to the house a few times, fishing. They would ask me the same questions over and over. See Mama didn’t raise no fool, and I was married to an attorney. I knew they were trying to see if I was involved in anything. Hell nah, I ain’t involved in no murder. Shit if you checked, I didn’t have as much as a speeding ticket. Oh I’m happy that I used that Obama phone when I contacted her. I was ready to put Hassan and his whore out of my life for good. He tried calling my phone a few times, but I put a block on it after the third time.

  It was a quiet day at home. I was feeling tired because I had a herpes breakout and all my energy was drained. I realized after I was diagnosed with the virus that I started to have outbreaks more frequently. I cleaned up the house, then decided to lay on the couch.

  I heard the doorbell ringing. I got up to see, who the fuck came to my house without calling first. I put my eyes up the peephole and noticed a woman standing out there, holding a baby.

  “Hello, how may I help you?” Soon as the words left my mouth, I realized it was the white bitch that was sucking my husband’s cock in the living room.

  “I-I’m looking for Hassan. I want him to take his son. Help me out a little you know?”