My Husband's Whore Part 2

by Racquel Williams

  I looked down at the little white color monkey, she was holding.

  “Say what? Hassan does not live here anymore and do your homework, the next time before you knock on my fucking door,” I warned.

  “Damn, you don’t have to be rude. I’m going through a rough time; my parents are riding my ass, so I decided that I didn't want to be there.”

  “So what I’m trying to understand is that you’re saying, this little bastard belongs to Hassan and you’re here because?”

  “I’m here because he needs his daddy; he is your husband so if he’s not here, you can watch him until he gets here.”

  I took a long breath. This bitch has no idea, how tempted I was to drag her little 100 pound frame into the house and beat her to death. I dismissed that idea fast. The bitch is white so I know the police would be all over the place causing havoc.

  I took a step down, onto the outside step. “Listen you little cracker bitch. Hassan is not here and won’t be here ever again. Now take your little illegitimate mutt and get the fuck off my property before I drag your white ass across this lawn. Don’t you ever, ring my fucking doorbell again.”

  “Damn, you’re a cold bitch! He’s only a baby; he didn’t ask to come in this world. He is innocent.”

  “Bitch, I don’t give a fuck about you or that mutt. Now go on, before I lose it. And for the record, the next time, you open your legs; make sure it’s with a nigga that can take care of a child. Also please go get checked out for HIV. That nigga is spreading the virus.”

  Her face turned pink, after I said that.

  “Lady, you’re sick. Stop making up things, I love Hassan and that won’t change.” She turned around to walk off.

  I watched as she strapped the bastard in, then got into her car and drove off. I looked around, step back inside and close the door. Geesh, what’s up with these hoes, telling me that they're fucking that bum. I mean, at one point, I was gone over the cock. But those days are long gone. A bitch like me didn’t give a damn anymore. Shit you fucking him, means I don’t have to fuck him.

  “Ha, ha,” I chuckled to myself and locked the door. These young bitches will never learn.

  ***

  So the mailman came and I got a letter in the mail. I knew right then it was from Hassan. I thought about throwing it in the trash, but my nosey behind decided to rip it open. I was eager to see what that fool was talking about.

  My Love Destiny

  I’m sitting here in this cold cell, wondering what I have done to you, for you to abandon me like this. I loved you from the first day, I laid eyes on you and up to today, I’m still in-love with you. I know I have not been the best husband to you, but I tried my best. I never had any love when I was growing up. I didn’t want to treat you the way my Daddy treated my Mama, because it was nothing short of hell. I remember the way, you used to smile at my little silly jokes and when I touched you the way your body shivered. I know I can’t erase the past, but please know my soul yearns for you. If I ever make it out of here, I will make sure you get treated like a queen. I know you’re upset right now, but I’m begging for your forgiveness. Those bitches didn’t mean shit to me, I was only screwing them. I only wanted you, I swear on my Mama’s life.

  I know these folks saying all kind of bad things about me, but please don’t believe any of it. You know the real me, you know I ain’t no murderer. I might talk that shit, but I would never kill anyone. Anyways it’s chow time and I have to run. Please kiss my daughter for me, and let her know her daddy loves her. Please fill out the visitation form so you can come see me soon. I love you woman, with everything in me.

  Hassan, your husband

  I balled the paper up, and threw it in the trash in the kitchen. I wanted to laugh, but the shit was serious. This bum almost killed me, but now he was professing his love for me. That shit made me sick to my stomach. This nigga just don’t know how much hate I had for him, he will know soon though.

  ***

  My lawyer called to let me know, Hassan pled out. Instead of going to trial and facing me, that bum pled guilty. That was so him, he had all the balls to hurt a woman, but in the end, he bitched up and took a plea. I’m not going to lie, I was kind of disappointed because I was looking forward to my day, when I would sit there and face the coward that almost killed me.

  Oh well, I will be there, sitting in the front row, when it was time for him to get sentenced. I want him to see my face, for the last time because I will be closing that chapter of my life.

  I kind of felt bad for my child, because even though she doesn’t show it. I know she loves him, because he has been in her life since birth, I plan on getting her some counseling when it’s all over.

  ***

  The day of his sentencing came very fast. I was one of his victims, so the DA asked me to speak. I gladly accept. I got up early and got dressed in an all-black Vera Wang pant suit. I had my hair pinned up, so my face would show. I applied minimum makeup. I kept in mind, I was going to court, not the club.

  I dropped Amaiya at school and made it to the Grand Concourse. His sentencing begins at 9 a.m., and I didn’t want to get there late. Traffic was bumper to bumper and horns were honking everywhere. I remained cool and waited until it was my turn. I woke up in a great mood and didn’t want anything to draw me out. I finally made it to the courthouse, in enough time to park, put money in the meter and run upstairs. On the way in, I passed Hassan’s mother, sister and what looked like his whole damn family. The mama shot me a dirty look and I stared back at the bitch, daring her to try it. I beat her ass once and didn’t have an issue with doing it again. I continued walking toward the courtroom; I heard his sister scream something in the far distance. I turned around to answer her, but instead shook my head. As a queen, I was tired of addressing these fucking hood buggers. All of them combined didn’t have a pot to piss in. If I was in their shoes, I would be upset also because their money machine is broken and God knows, they’re going to be a bunch of hungry bitches. I straightened my jacket and walked into the courthouse.

  I saw all eyes were set on me. I took a seat in the first row behind the prosecutor. I didn’t really like the police, but fuck it, we were on the same team right now. ‘Team lock up that nigga’.

  A few minutes later, the bailiff brought Hassan in. Damn! What a sight he was, his jaw was sunken in, and his frail body looked like he was malnourished. The clean cut he used to have, was long gone. I swear, if I passed him on the streets, I would not have known, this was him. To say the nigga was looking bad would be an understatement. I stared at me, before sitting down. I looked him dead in the eyes until he turned away.

  After the judge came in, the lawyers and prosecutors went back and forth, the judge asked if anyone wanted to speak.

  “Yes Your Honor. Mrs. Clarke is the defendant’s wife and also one of his victims.”

  I stood up and walked gracefully to the stand. I took a quick glance around, to see who was in the courthouse.

  “Your Honor, my name is Destiny Clarke. I married the defendant over seventeen years ago and ever since then my life has been nothing, but hell. This man has put me through so much pain, some of it, I can’t mention because I’m too embarrassed. One night, while I was asleep he attacked me, first he tried to rape me and when I fought back, he beat me down. I asked to leave my house, but instead he stayed there to terrorize me. The last straw was when he beat me unconscious and pulled a gun on me. If it wasn’t for the help of the officers that night, I would not be here today. Your honor, I’m scared for my life and also for my daughter’s life. I beg you to sentence him to life Your Honor because anything else would be unjust.” I wiped the tears that were flowing. I glanced over his table, and saw he had his head down.

  “Thank you Mrs. Clarke. You can step down now.”

  I walked hurriedly back to my seat. I was so nervous while I was on the stand. I hope I did well enough.

  “Do anyone else have anything to say?”

  “Yes Your Honor. Mr.
Clarke mother wants to address the court.”

  That bitch, what the fuck can she say? She raised him to be a bitch-ass nigga. I watched as her fat gorilla looking ass walked toward the front.

  “Hello Your Honor and the court. Hassan Clarke is my only son, and Your Honor my son is a gentle, caring man. I have never seen him raise his voice or hit anyone. Your honor, he is not the wicked person, they are painting him to be. He wouldn’t hurt a fly Your Honor. The real killer is out there because my son is innocent of all charges. Your Honor as a mother, I’m begging you to sentence him to probation so he can come home to his family, his real family.” She broke down crying.

  I don’t know who that bitch was talking about, but it damn sure wasn’t her son. She raised him like that, now she is trying to dress that shit up. Bitch that was a good performance, but I did not believe you!

  “Your Honor, the defendant pled guilty to a lesser charge which is second degree manslaughter and aggravated assault. We ask that you sentence him to twenty five years in prison and five year probation.

  “Well Mr. Clarke please stand up. This case is difficult for me because, I’ve worked with you before on a previous case. Like your mother, that’s the man that I know, but we are not here because of the man that you used to be. We are here for the inhumane acts you’ve committed. Based on the evidence, I hereby sentence you to twenty years in prison and five years’ probation.

  “Your Honor, I didn’t do this shit,” he screamed.

  “Please believe me.” He yelled some more.

  “Fuck you, Destiny . You goin’ get yours bitch. I promise you will.” He yelled.

  “Please control your client or he will be removed.”

  “Go ahead, I didn’t do this. I’m going to sue all y’all.”

  “Bailiff remove Mr. Clarke from the courtroom,” The judge yelled.

  Everybody gasped, and started whispering to each other.

  “If we’re finished here. Court is adjourned.”

  I hung my head down in shame. I regret knowing this fool. The big bulky Hassan was a little scared ass punk today. I got up and turned to leave. Soon as I got to the door, his bitch ass sister blocked my path.

  “You know that’s fucked up how you get on that stand and lie like that. My brother has been nothing, but good to you and your daughter. You turned on him when he needed you the most.”

  “Little bitch listen up, unless you was fucking and sucking your brother, you have no idea the piece of shit, he really is. I lived with the bastard so I know. Now get the fuck out of my way before I move you my damn self, like I did yo’ ugly ass mama.”

  “You know what bitch? Karma is a motherfucker and you goin’ get yours.”

  “So it must be safe to say, your brother got his.” I shoved that bitch to the side and strolled down the stairs.

  What a bunch of peasants! I hope, I never have to see them people anymore. I stepped out into the sun, put on my glasses and walked to my car. I felt like a burden was lifted off my shoulders.

  HASSAN

  It took a lot to break a nigga like me; I barely ever shed a tear in my entire life. Only today was different, to sit and watch the state crucify me like I was an animal then rip my soul out, when the hoe I gave my last name to took the stand and begged the judge to sentence me to life. All I ever did was cheat on her and this was what she did to pay me back. I shook my head in disbelief. My mama was hurting and so was I. I heard the pain in her voice as she begged the judge to send me home. A tear fell from my eye as Mama’s words echoed. I wanted to hold her, let her know that I will always be her baby-boy and I wouldn’t stop fighting, until I get home to her! I looked at my Pops and as usual, he didn’t wear an expression. I know he was hurting also; he just wasn’t good at showing emotions.

  After the judge sentenced me, I couldn’t keep in my wrath anymore. I know I took a plea deal, but never in a million years, did I think the fucking cracker would give me all that time. I wanted to rip his fucking neck off. I then glanced at that hoe, and she was sitting there like, she had no worries in the world. I exploded; I had nothing to lose at this point. I started yelling at that hoe. I had to let her know, this shit was not over, not by a long shot.

  That night, in my cell, I broke down. The words of the judge kept playing over and over in my head. This can’t be real, I tried to convince myself, and it was all I dream. God what was I going to do, I have a firm to run, clients to defend in court. I can’t be locked up with all these sweaty balls niggas. I need pussy in my life. Ain’t no way I was goin’ beat for dick for all them years. The fuck man, I thought. This can’t be life; this is not how it supposed to be.

  Right then, my cell door opened. I sat up to look, it was big Bertha looking dude walked in.

  “Clarke, this is your bunky, Cece,” the guard smiled.

  “What the fuck!”

  Oh hell no, how the fuck they goin’ put me in the cell with a faggott ass nigga, I thought

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Destiny

  After Hassan got sentenced, I kept getting threatening phone calls. These bitches played on my phone all times of the night. I didn’t trip; I went to Sprint and got my phone number changed. I wasn’t trying to even address them lower level hoes. As long as they didn’t cross my path and put their hands on me, I was fine.

  I woke up extra early; I decide to take this trip to see Hassan. Yes I know, I might look stupid, but it was very important to me. I wanted to look this nigga in the eyes and let him know how much I despise him and how much hurt he had bestowed on me! I decide to put on a nice dress, and let my hair down. I made sure my curves were visible. I parked my car and took the bus over to Rikers Island. I see I was amongst the other baby mamas, side chicks, the whores and the wives crew. Only difference was, my visit wasn’t friendly. I waited until they called visit for Clarke. I got up to walk to the desk, that’s when I noticed the little white bitch walking up in full stride. I turned back toward her.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Only one visitor and that my dear would be me. The Mrs.”

  “I came all the way over here so he can see his son.”

  “And what the fuck that got to do with me. I’m married to the bastard, so that mean, I will be the one that get the time.”

  I walked off on that retarded ass bitch. I walked up to the window where he was standing on the other side. His face expression changed when he noticed it was me.

  “What the fuck you doing here? I told you I never want to see your ass, ever again.”

  “Relax Hassan! I just wanted to see how my future ex-husband was living. By the look of your appearance, I think life ain’t too good for you up in here.”

  “Ha ha, you know Destiny. I should’ve finished you when I had the chance. You are a cold hearted bitch that deserves to die slow.”

  “Cold? You made me this way. I just want to know when did you start hating me?” I stared into his eyes.”

  “Hate you? Bitch I never loved you! That dry ass pussy was horrible and your fucking mouth was annoying. I’ve always loved Imani. You was only our meal ticket to a better life.” He coldly stated.

  I almost fell for that shit. My emotions were starting to show. I swallowed hard, and regrouped quickly.

  “By the way, you need to get checked for HIV. Also please know that while you’re cooped up in here, I will be living my life, running your company and spending your money. Who is the joke on now baby?” I winked at him.

  “I ain’t got no HIV, so I’m good, that nigga you screwing must’ve given that shit to you. It doesn’t matter because you are nothing, but a whore. That’s the reason why your daddy was fucking you and your mama at the same time. I know you missed him tearing that young pussy up,” he chuckled.

  “At one point, your words would’ve hurt me, but not anymore. And don’t you worry about who was tearing me, up. You make sure; none of these faggotts rip your ass hole open. Anyway I hope you enjoy every bit of your stay. I will never see you again,
Hassan Clarke.”

  “Don’t be so quick to write me off. I know you killed Imani, I just can’t prove it. But please know, while I sit in this cell, I will be working on my appeal. You won’t get away with this. I promise, you will pay.”

  “You are delusional. You keep talking like that, they goin’ put your ass in the psyche ward.”

  “Destiny, I’m going to make you pay bitch. I promise youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,” he screamed.

  I walked off, before he could get another word in. I walked through the double doors and out into the waiting area.

  I walked up on his bitch, who was sitting down, looking disappointed. “He is all yours honey.” I put my shades on, buttoned my pea coat and walked out and into the brisk air.

  EPILOGUE

  Hassan

  I couldn’t believe this bitch had the nerve to show her face up in here, after the performance she gave in court. I meant to take her off the visitation list, but it slipped my mind. I was excited when they called me for visitation because Tanya and my baby were on the way. Yes you heard me right, Tanya had the baby and I was a proud daddy. Hell, why not, Imani was gone, Destiny bitch ass was history and Tanya was the only one that stuck around. Even though she didn’t have much, she made sure my books were straight and I had visitation on the regular. So it’s only fair that I play daddy to the little bastard.

  I walked hurriedly back to my cell. Something that Destiny said, kind of grabbed my attention. The bitch said, I had HIV, I played it off in front of her, but I was shivering on the inside. At first I thought the bitch was playing a cruel joke on me, so I searched her face. I saw no signs of deception. The minute I got back to the cell, all the emotions filled my soul. Is there any truth to what that bitch said? It was only one way to find out.

  I wanted to die! The nurse confirmed, I was HIV Positive. I wanted to break down in front of her, but I didn’t want to come off as a bitch. The minute, I got back to the cell, I collapsed. All I could think about is, which one of these dirty bitches gave that shit to me? I know I lived recklessly, but my dick stayed clean. I know it was one of them, I thought as I bawled out.