Let Me Say This, Again

by B. Swangin Webster

  She walked away from him, when he got too close to her and quickly sidestepped him, knowing full well that it was the alcohol making him be civil for the moment.

  “Go upstairs and change. I’ll start the washer.”

  Kevin came down in just his briefs and handed her the pants. Kevin was standing close enough to her that she could smell the Michael Jordan cologne he was wearing. As she turned to leave, he stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. Her breathing quickened because she knew that now was the time she needed to exit quickly before things got out of hand.

  “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said into her ear. He pressed himself into her.

  “Kevin…don’t.”

  “You know you want me.” He slurred.

  “Kevin, I am only here to help you…”

  He started kissing her neck. His hands came up to her breasts and squeezed.

  “Kevin, don’t do this.” She said while trying to push him away from her. He grabbed her hands.

  “Don’t fight me.”

  “Kevin please don’t do…” she whispered, trying not to cry.

  “This is what you came here for isn’t it.” He said into her ear.

  “No…no I didn’t.” she whispered.

  He used his foot to shut the door to the laundry room. He released her hands and she tried getting around him. He pushed her back against the dryer and pushed his hands down her pants. He unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down in the process and slid his fingers inside of her. He used his other hand to pull his briefs down. She struggled but his hand came up to her neck and prevented the words of protest from exiting her mouth.

  When he was done, he released her arms and pulled up his briefs. He opened the door and walked through the kitchen and into his office. She pulled her pants up and walked into the bathroom to clean herself up. When she was done, she walked through the kitchen and out the front door.

  Kevin heard the front door open and close. He poured himself another drink and gulped it down while sitting down at his desk and turned on the computer. He answered a few emails and sent a few.

  He logged into his favorite website and smiled when he saw his favorite girl was logged on.

  Kissmehard: hey sexy. I almost logged off. I didn’t think you were logging on.

  Suxcesblkman: I had a few things to take care of. You know I couldn’t miss talking to you.

  Kissmehard: LOL. Yeah right.

  Suxcesblkman: well, kinda

  Kissmehard: how was your day?

  Suxcesblkman: hard as hell

  Kissmehard: what happened?

  Suxcesblkman: the bitch of an ex-wife of mine and her new boyfriend set me up

  Kissmehard: how

  Suxcesblkman: she told my faggot son not to send me an invite to his graduation but that nigga had the nerve to call me and ask for money

  Kissmehard: how many times do I have to tell you not to use that word?

  Suxcesblkman: what word

  Kissmehard: faggot

  Suxcesblkman: oh, sorry, forgot you were SENSITIVE

  Kissmehard: look, just don’t use it.

  Suxcesblkman: n e way, I went to ask her about it and her dumb ass told him not to send me one. See that’s why she was always getting her fucking ass kicked because she always did dumb shit!

  Kissmehard: is this why you logged on. I ain’t trying to hear all of this, now tell me what I want to hear.

  Suxcesblkman: oh, about how I want to fuck you when we finally meet.

  Kissmehard: yes and what else

  Suxcesblkman: and how I want you to take me in your mouth and suck me until I go limp

  Kissmehard: Mmmm and how I am gonna make you fuck my ass until I beg you to stop

  Suxcesblkman: but I’m not going to stop. Then I’m gonna go down on you and have you squirming under me while I finger your ass with my tongue in your pussy.

  Kissmehard: I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Suxcesblkman: when am I gonna meet you. It’s been almost a year and every time you set up a meeting place something happens. I can’t wait much longer.

  Kissmehard: well, just imagine when it does happen, it will be explosive

  Suxcesblkman: or something.

  Kissmehard: Does your fiancé know that I am you online wife

  Suxcesblkman: hell no! And she won’t. Unless you tell her, but you know what will happen if you do.

  Kissmehard: yes, no more money.

  Suxcesblkman: that’s right. Now open wide, because I have been waiting to give you something

  Kissmehard: is it creamy

  Suxcesblkman: yep

  Kissmehard: white

  Suxcesblkman: yep

  Kissmehard: give it to me poppie

  Suxcesblkman: shit. I’m about to cum

  Kissmehard: I’m ready

  Suxcesblkman: ugh….Mmm….ugh….shit. I have messed up my damn pants

  Kissmehard: oh…you naughty boy, do you need a spanking.

  Suxcesblkman: yes, that’s what I need.

  Kissmehard: bend over poppie

  Suxcesblkman: Mmmm

  Kissmehard: do you feel my tongue on your ass.

  Kissmehard: Poppie?

  Kissmehard: You still here?

  Kevin logged off, went back to his bar and poured himself a drink. She had broken the rules. He sat back in his chair and his mind drifted back to his childhood.

  From that point on, Henry paid Kevin a visit twice a week for almost four years. Each time he came into his room, it was when his mom was “entertaining” Henry’s friends.

  “Look, tonight we are doing something different.” Henry whispered when he entered the boy’s room.

  “I don’t feel good.” Kevin whined.

  “Stop being a baby.” He said while pulling his boxer’s down. “Now listen I want you to lie on your stomach. I’m going to show you how real sex feels.” He said while he laid his foul-smelling body on the boy. He pushed his penis deep into his young body and Kevin started screaming but Henry pushed the boy’s head into the pillow.

  When Kevin woke up, Henry was gone and Kevin was lying in a puddle of his own urine. When he wouldn’t come out of his room the next day, his mother came and sat on the bed and stroked his forehead.

  “Are you ok?”

  “I don’t want him here anymore.” he said to his mother.

  “Honey, he makes more money than me so he has to be here for a little while longer…I thought you liked Henry.”

  “I hate him!” Kevin said while jumping up from the bed.

  “Hate is such a strong word. You might not like him, but you don’t hate him.”

  “Yes I do! I hope he dies!” he said as he went into the bathroom. His mother announced she was heading to work through his door. Ten minutes after his mother left, Henry was standing in his doorway.

  “So you hate me?” He said with a laugh. “As long as you do what I tell you to do, I don’t care if you hate me. I ain’t your fucking friend, you got that?”

  Kevin stared at him and Henry walked to the bed, yanked him up and punched him in the face.

  “Don’t you ever eye me boy!”

  Kevin’s punishment was that he had to perform oral sex on Henry and then let him use his young body as a toilet.

  Kayla’s voice shook him from the memory as he heard her yelling about her computer not working.

  “What the fuck do you want me to do about it?” he yelled back.

  “Never mind!” she said as she slammed the door to her bedroom. He walked up the stairs and heard her talking to someone.

  “He gets on my damn nerves. No girl. He is always acting all shitty when I ask him something. That’s why I hate coming over here. No girl, when I got picked up for violating curfew, my dad took my mom back to court so now I’m being punished and being made to come over here every other week.” Kayla laughed.

  He slammed her door open, “Oh, so I get on your nerves? I don’t get on your nerves when I’m buying you shit do I? Do I get
on your nerves when I’m paying your fucking cell phone bill every fucking month? Do I get on your nerves when I’m handing you my fucking credit card so you can buy those fucking Apple Bottom jeans your ass is wearing?” he snatched her up from the bed.

  “I’m calling mom!” She said while trying to get past him. He grabbed her arm and swung her back into the wall.

  “Who the fuck do you think you are?” He yelled in her face.

  “Why you listening to my phone conversations!”

  “This is my house young lady and I can listen to whatever the fuck I want to!”

  “You get on my nerves!”

  “You ungrateful little brat! You and your fucking mother are just alike!” he yelled while grabbing her arm.

  “Get off of me!” She said while trying to free herself from his grip.

  Kevin slapped her over and over. When he was finished her nose was bleeding and she had swelling under her eye.

  “Shut the fuck up! You better not let me hear that shit again! Do you understand me?” He said yanking her door open and slamming it closed.

  Kayla grabbed her phone from the floor and started texting.

  Chapter 25

  Cheryl arrived home and quickly showered. Her phone started to vibrate on the nightstand.

  Call from 3526867

  She ignored it and it immediately started to vibrate again.

  Call from 5491823

  She walked downstairs and went into the kitchen and got the bottle of Linganore Sparkling Red Wine from the refrigerator. She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and walked into the living room. Instead of drinking the wine, she saw the bottle of Sveka Vodka on the sofa table and decided to drink that. After two glasses of vodka and ruby red grapefruit juice, she heard the phone in the distance, but was a little too tipsy to get up to answer it.

  She heard her front door open and then heard his voice.

  “Cheryl? Are you here?” Matthew said.

  “Yes.” She slurred.

  He let out a laugh, “What in the hell? Are you drunk?”

  “No.” She said while standing and swaying.

  Matthew carried her to bed and her phone vibrated again.

  Meet me in an hour the text said.

  He wasn’t sure he should answer her text but his gut was telling him something wasn’t right. He typed in a response and waited. The answer came and his stomach tightened.

  He kissed Cheryl on the cheek and ran down her stairs. He made sure to set her alarm and when he reached his car he called his friend Bo. He then called his ex-wife and told her not to go anywhere and to make sure Tamia stayed home. Tonight would be the night that he dealt with his past, once and for all.

  Kevin finished the bottle of cognac and was about to turn in when his doorbell rang. He opened it and was hit by a wild punch that knocked the wind out of him momentarily.

  “I told you! I told you not to put your hands on my sister!” Donnell spit out as his hands connected once again.

  Kevin regained his composure, and within seconds had his son pinned to the floor.

  Kevin fought as hard as he could until he was pulled from his son and now had to defend himself against not only his son but his son’s lover. The red and blue flashing lights momentarily blinded him as he was being pulled from the floor and his hands twisted behind his back. Kayla stood screaming and crying but her words were clear. She was accusing her father of starting the entire incident and he was being arrested.

  The officer asked him if he knew the two victims.

  “Victims? They are not victims. I live here, this is my goddamn house and they came in here like they lived here. I have the right to defend my property.”

  “Sir, you didn’t answer the question. Do you …”

  “That’s my son.” He said as Donnell and Kayla walked out supporting each other.

  “Oh, can you tell me what happened?”

  “I don’t know. I opened my door and all of a sudden his faggot ass was swinging. I defended myself against him…Look I want to press charges.”

  The officer turned him around and released his hands, “Are you sure?”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “Well, do you want to give your statement now, or would you like to do it after you take a ride to the emergency room?”

  “What will happen to him?”

  “He will be in custody until you give your statement.”

  “Good. I’ll go to the emergency room first and then I’ll be down afterwards.

  He watched as they handcuffed his son and his lover. His daughter was told to go into the house by the female officer and she walked past him in a huff, slamming the door behind her. He went in behind her, ran up the stairs to her room and slapped her once across the face.

  “You ungrateful bitch! Just like your mother, get your shit because I am calling you a fucking cab so you can get the hell out of my house!” he shouted as he walked to his bedroom, called the cab and went to the den to wait. The cab blew its horn about twenty minutes later and he yelled for her to get down there. He walked out, gave the cabbie the address and the money. She stormed past him and slammed the door as she got into the black cab.

  He walked back inside and his hand was now throbbing. His eye was swollen shut and his breathing was becoming more of an effort than it should have been. He decided to go to the emergency room where they promptly told him that he had two broken ribs and a bruised lung, which would require him staying overnight for observation.

  After telling the third doctor, for about the fifth time, what happened, they finally got him settled in his room. He called Rebecca and left a message for her to come down to the hospital.

  Chapter 26

  Arriving at Toni’s townhouse, Rebecca used her key to enter the nicely decorated space. She was impressed by how quickly Toni had set up her home. Toni was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine and the television remote in her hand.

  Rebecca leaned over the couch and kissed her on the cheek. “Did you lock up everything and put the alarm on?” she asked as she walked around the couch, took the glass from Toni’s hand and drank from it.

  “I’m not an amateur, I know how to lock up an office Rebecca.” she said, taking her glass back. “Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to join me?” she said.

  Rebecca sat down next to Toni, curling her legs up under herself.

  “What are you watching?”

  “Turn it on and see for yourself.” She said handing her the remote.

  After a few minutes of watching the television, Toni whispered in her ear, “Do you like seeing me with someone else?”

  “Who is he?”

  “His name is not important but he had some serious skills.”

  Toni touched Rebecca’s face, turning it toward her and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Rebecca’s hands pulled her closer to her and she moaned as Toni’s teeth found that space on her neck that drove her wild. For the next hour, the video watched them as they writhed around on the sofa until they couldn’t contain themselves and they collapsed in a heap against the pillows.

  Rebecca got up first, walking towards the bathroom as Toni walked towards the kitchen. She heard her cellphone vibrate again and walked over and picked it up.

  She started throwing on clothes when Toni came from the bathroom

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Kevin is at the hospital.” She scanned the room, found the rest of her clothes, and quickly dressed and headed to the hospital.

  “I’ll go with you.” She announced.

  “I don’t think that would be wise.”

  “And why not?”

  “Look, I already missed his call and now I am not even sure if he is still there.”

  “Calm down. Call while I drive.” Toni said as she slid her feet into the mules by the couch and grabbed her jacket from the chair by the door.

  After a few minutes on the phone with Rebecca being transferring back and forth between the emergenc
y room receptionist and the front desk, they finally learned that Kevin had been admitted. They arrived and Toni parked.

  They rushed in and Rebecca went to the desk. “I’m looking for Kevin Goldman.”

  “Was he brought here?”

  “Why do you think I’m asking for him?” Rebecca said with an attitude.

  The woman looked down and mumbled something as she started tapping the computer keys. She finally looked up and told them that he was in room 2980 East.

  They walked in and saw him hooked up to an IV with an oxygen tube running to his nose. One eye was the size of a golf ball and was an ugly shade of purple. The covers were around his waist and he had tape around his middle section. He had a cast one his right hand and stitches on his bottom lip.

  “Hey you.” Rebecca whispered. “What happened?”

  His eyes fluttered open. “Hey sexy. You got here quick.”

  “I got here as quick as I could. What happened?

  “Kayla called her brother after I had to get on her ass about her mouth. He came over to the house and bum rushed me.”

  “Oh my God! Donnell?” She said with a hand to her mouth.

  “That fucking faggot thought he was getting money from me, he ain’t got shit coming from me but a police report, and that bitch ass daughter of mine, I don’t want to see her fucking ass again.”

  “Kevin, what are you saying? You don’t mean that.”

  “Like hell I don’t. Do you see what they did to me?”

  “I’d hate to see what you did to them.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing, look just rest. You have had one helluva day.” She said as she turned towards Toni. “You better go.”

  Chapter 27

  Matthew wondered why now? Why had Galen picked now to come back into his life? He took his mother away from him and he was lucky that Matthew didn’t kill him that night in the alley. He could have beat him to death with his bare hands, but someone thought his sorry ass was worth saving and called the cops. Matthew had lived with his moment of weakness for far too long but tonight he was not going to have any such moment. Tonight would be the night that he finished off what he had started five years ago. His thoughts were interrupted by a woman’s voice behind him.