by J Peach
“Yo nigga talkin’ mad shit about me, too? Tellin niggas he at my head, right? Ain’t that the message, huh? And you still with this fuck ass nigga, you got my sista around this mothafuckin’ nigga, bitch fo’real.” Blaze hands went to my neck and he squeezed hard, quickly cutting off my air way.
He was pissed, no Blaze was furious. And to be honest he was scaring the hell out of me. As much as we had fought, he had never gone that far.
I couldn’t breathe and he’s grip wasn’t loosening up, if anything he held on tighter.
My nails desperately scratched at his hands trying to get him to loosen his grasp as my hips bucked wildly. My actions got me nowhere.
Tears ran down my face from my lack of oxygen. The crazed, possessive look in his eyes had me terrified.
He is seriously trying to kill me.
My hands went to his face, desperately clawing at his flesh, trying to get him off of me.
“Blaze—” I gasped out, but he paid no attention at my desperation to get free.
He lifted me up and slammed me hard onto the desk before his hand slapped hard across my cheek.
My frantic thrusting didn’t stop, my hands went to his throat as I continued my attempt to get free, but it seemed pointless. And with him wedged between my legs my bucking hips was useless.
“Man, fuck you, Peaches. I swear to god I’ll kill yo mothafuckin’ ass. You stupid ass bitch! Yo ass ain’t good fah shit but yo damn pussy, you nasty ass bitch!” Blaze yelled before slapping me again, causing my head to go sideways. That’s when I saw the silver object laying to my left next to my head. Quickly grabbing it, I jammed it into his chest before grabbing the hard plastic block plate that had the Doc’s name on it. I hit him across the head since the silver pen jammed in his chest didn’t seem to do anything.
Once he let go, my hands quickly went to my neck as I began to choke heavily. Blaze’s laugh had me glancing at him as he wiped the side of his head, looking at the blood on his hand.
“Truth, yo ass ain’t even worth it, boss. Yo ass ain’t shit but a loose ass hoe. First it was Sam, now you fuckin’ this nigga too? Even tho I ain’t with yo ass, I ain’t fuck’d not a bitch out here. But yo ass go and fuck my best friend tho, twice. You a dirty ass bitch. Now yo new nigga saying he at me and you think it’s cool?
“But you got me, tho. Ain’t that the shit you was spitting at Britt’s party, yet you fuckin a nigga that’s at me, right. Damn, I hurt you that bad, Peaches?” What the hell was he talking about? Ron doesn’t even talk about Blaze and when did I fuck Sam? When I didn’t reply, Blaze nodded his head. “So now yo ass ain’t got shit to say?”
Hell n’all!
I could barely breathe! He’d just choked the fuck out of me, I was still gasping for breath.
“It don’t even matter, tho, just stay the fuck away from my sista and believe when I finally see dude it’s done.”
“I don’t even know what you talking about. Ron don’t talk about you,” I finally breathed out as my breathing slowly began to return to normal. “And I never slept with Sam, he just at my pussy the day you busted my window.” I took in a gush of air, filling my lungs. I leaned against the wall as my hand rubbed my sore neck.
“Nor am I fuckin’ Jerron. We’re friends just seeing if we could be more. Besides kissing, I never had sex with him. I don’t know who’s telling you stuff, but it’s wrong. And the only reason he knows Brittany is your sister is because she told him. She came to us, not the other way around. I introduced her as Brittany, she’s the one who went to tell him who sister she is, not me.”
Why the hell was I explaining myself to him after what he just did? Maybe it was the hatred that blazed in his eyes as he stared down at me. I didn’t like that, but after what he just did I shouldn’t really care.
But I did.
I didn’t want him to hate me, even after what just happened.
Blaze’s head tilted to the side as he studied me for a few seconds.
“You didn’t fuck Sam?” After everything I just said that’s the first thing he asked? Not about Ron wanting him dead?
“No, I never slept with Sam. Yeah, I thought about doing it to piss you off. I mean, I was hurting and he came, but we didn’t fuck. He just ate my pussy.” My hand continued to massage around my neck, trying to get the aching to subside. “Yo triflin’ ass didn’t have to fuckin’ choke me, you stupid son of a bitch! All you had to do was ask,” I snapped.
I walked up to him and started punching him in the face, to my surprise he didn’t try hitting me back. Instead, he ducked his head down, covering it with his arms. Blaze doing that didn’t stop my fist from pounding into his back or upper cutting him. I was trying my hardest to knock his ass out as tears ran down my face.
I got him being mad, but to fuckin’ choke me to the point that I couldn’t breathe was bullshit. Then to call me a loose hoe, which I was not because I hadn’t had sex with nobody but him. So how in the hell did that make me a loose hoe?
“You a stupid ass mothafuckin’ nigga. You gon’ fuckin slap and choke me? I fuckin’ hate yo ass!” I yelled as my fists hit harder with every blow. That nigga done lost his fuckin’ mind, gon’ choke me. Blaze pushed me away from him before moving back.
“I’ight, man, damn! I fuck’d up. What the fuck was I supposed to think when this nigga coming to me saying y’all done fuck’d, not once but twice? Now yo nigga sitting round spitting bullshit to both Sam and King’s ass about me. And after talkin’ his shit the nigga stay the night? Tell me what the fuck you want me to think of that shit. Then Britt ass come calling, crying talkin ‘bout you done hit her because she don’t like dude and shit. What the fuck was I suppose too think, huh?”
My hand went back and I slapped him across the face then punched him hard in his chest. I went to swing on him again but he grabbed my arms, pinning them to my side. Opening my mouth, I bit his chest as hard as I could. “Peaches, I’m gon beat yo ass. Boss, don’t fuckin’ bite me.”
“Then let me the fuck go, you stupid son of bitch! Yo ass should’ve fuckin’ came to me and asked about the shit. Instead you gon choke me. Bitch, I fuckin hate you, let me go!” I screamed before I bit him again.
Blaze let me go. I saw the pen still lodged in his chest and I grabbed it pressing it in more.
I think the minute I did that is when Blaze realized he had a pen stuck in his chest. He looked at me shocked. I didn’t care, I was pissed and hurt. I punched him again in the face, knocking him from his shocked stated.
Chapter 34
Peaches
“You stabbed me, what the fuck is wrong with yo dumbass?” He asked pissed.
“You were fuckin’ choking me, Blaze. I couldn’t breath!” I just wanted to keep hitting him, but truth be told, I was tired. “You are so stupid! And don’t even worry about me coming near you or your lying ass sister no more. Oh, I like how you’re going around telling her I’m pregnant and threatening to abort our baby.” Shaking my head I wiped the tears from my cheeks.
That just went to show that I was doing the right thing by not being with him. He was never going to change, so what was the point.
“Man, I ain’t ever said no shit like that. I wouldn’t even go to Britt with no shit like that,” he explained, looking dumbfounded.
“I know that, the moment Britt said it I knew she was lying. You and Britt is fuck’d up, what would I gain by hurting you Blaze? Think about it. Every fuckin’ day I talk to your mom asking her how you are, why would I want you hurt if I’m doing that? And Jerron said nothing about you. In defense the only thing he said was that you were stupid for choosing your dick suckin’ hoe over me and that you nor Sam was going play with me like I’m a toy.
“He said he was gon’ love and care for me, show me what a real man is because you were too stupid to do so. That’s what he told Sam he could tell you, other than that, he didn’t dog you or claim to want yo head. He also said when he had me that if Sam tried to pull the shit he did with comforting me,
he was going show him he wasn’t you because he wasn’t going to go easy on Sam like you did. That’s all, go ask King, he was there.
“All you mothafuckas are messy as hell and I don’t have time for that bullshit. Just like you’ve been ignoring me this past month and a half, continue to!” Shaking my head, I walked to the office door, but stopped, realizing what had really just happened and where it happened at.
Laughing, I looked at Blaze. “Thanks, you probably just made me lose yet another job over some bullshit.” I didn’t even have it in me to walk out the office. I was too embarrassed to show my face after that.
“You ain’t gon’ lose yo job, so don’t worry about that. Look, man, I should’ve came to you, but when I heard that shit it fuck’d me up. I admit I reacted before thinking most of the times and I did that when I heard you were fuckin’ Sam. If it was vice versa you would have—”
Already knowing what he was going to say, I shook my head, cutting him off.
“No, I would have never thought it, Blaze. You may have wandering eyes, but I know you wouldn’t fuck my girls. I know you, it would have never even been a question whether or not you had or hadn’t because you wouldn’t.
“Sam was a mistake which I admitted. I didn’t feel bad about it because at that time I needed to feel something other than the pain I felt. Yeah, for the rest of that day I reveled in the idea of being with Sam, but the moment he left I knew I had just used him— It don’t even matter no more, tho, because unlike me, you couldn’t even give the benefit of knowing me.”
Blaze just didn’t understand he hurt me to the point that I hated him, but at the same time he still had a huge hold on my heart. And that hurt me more than anything because I didn’t know how to take it back, how to stop caring.
Everything he did seemed so little to a part of me, but the rational side of me knew I had to let go.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to say besides that. I fuck’d up, Peaches, I’m sorry.” His face held a sincerity that only graced him when he fuck’d up.
He can’t do this!
He couldn’t be harsh one second then turn around and apologize. It wasn’t that easy. It shouldn’t have been that easy. Not after what he just did, the words he just spat out at me.
No he couldn’t.
These were mere thoughts running through my head. I couldn’t get my body to go along with those thoughts. I was left to stand there with my eyes closed, head shaking. Tears ran down my cheeks as Blaze nestled my head in his hands, tilting it to the side while his lips ever so softly pressed into the side of my neck.
This isn’t right.
I shouldn’t feel like this.
Want this.
He couldn’t do this.
Then why wasn’t I telling him that?
Blaze continued to kiss along my neck at the still aching skin before coming to my mouth. His lips pressed against mine and my lips pushed back.
“I’m sorry, i’ight?” Blaze mumbled against my lips as his hands held my face.
It wasn’t okay, none of it was. A simple sorry couldn’t fix things, it shouldn’t have been able to.
Blaze—” I’d finally managed to protest.
But before I could continue he cut me off, kissing me again. “You still love me?” He whispered against my lips. The question asked caused more tears to fall from my eyes because it wasn’t right. “Do you?” Titling my head back, Blaze’s eyes locked with mine. His thumbs swiped across my cheeks, wiping the tears that continued to fall.
Averting my eyes from his, I looked down. I hated being like that in front of him. I didn’t like the weak feeling he brought me to, the tears he brought to my eyes. And no matter how hard I tried to stop them they continued to fall.
“Peaches, do you love me?” He repeated, bringing his face back into my view and our eyes met once more.
I stared into those mean, light brown eyes I fell so hard for, the same brown eyes that had stared at me so harshly, the light brown eyes that could make me forget just about everything that the harsh owner had ever spat at me.
But I couldn’t lie.
Even though I wanted to so badly.
But just like always, my body wouldn’t act as my thoughts wanted them to. My head nodded as my vision blurred even more.
“Why does it matter?” My voice was so hoarse I hardly recognized it. “Blaze don’t—” My words were cut off as Blaze’s mouth covered mine while his hands pushed my scrub bottoms down my hips. Blaze’s hand slid into the back of my panties, grabbing a handful of my ass before ever so slickly coming to my pussy. “Blaze—”
“Tell me you love me.” Two of his fingers ran through my slit before his hand went back to my ass. The feel of his callused hands felt so good on my skin.
God it’s been so long.
Even with the bullshit I went through because of him, there wasn’t no denying that I was still in love with Blaze.
I missed him.
Blaze managed to get my right leg free from my scrubs and hooked it over his arm before messing with his jeans. All the while his lips played with mine, lightly brushing his lips against mine before letting his tongue flick the top then bottom. Every time I went in for a kiss his head went back before he started teasing my lips again.
“I wanna hear it. Peaches, tell me you love me.” Feeling him pushing at my opening had me losing all sense of reality as I lost myself further in Blaze.
I need to get away from him.
We shouldn’t be doing this.
I need to let him go.
Again, these were mere thoughts. Some parts of my brain agreed, but my body didn’t seem to have those needs.
And I made it no better as I told him what he wanted so my body could get what it so desperately craved. “I love you,” I mumbled against his lips. A loud moan slipped from my mouth as Blaze pushed inside of me.
“Fuck!” Blaze cussed. His hips slowly thrust forward then back. “I missed the fuck outda you,” Blaze mumbled against the side of my head as I held onto him tightly with my head buried into the side of his neck, tears heavily rolling down my cheeks. “Mhm, damn yo pussy tight, Peaches. Fuck!” Blaze continued with his groaning and slow movement, pushing all the way in. It kind of hurt, Blaze was big and it seemed like every time we had sex he had to stretch me again. “Fuck, I missed this shit.” My body went still at his words.
Of course, I’m so stupid.
“You miss my pussy?” I mumbled dully. Blaze’s slow strokes continued as he groaned out.
“Bad as fuck.” And just like that my sexual desperation, my craving for him left. He missed fucking me?
Love is a bitch.
Bringing my hands between our bodies, I took hold of his dick and pulled him out of me. “What the fuck you doing?” Blaze asked, looking at me like I was crazy.
“What I should’ve been done. Blaze, don’t play with my emotions, knowing how I feel, just so you can fuck me. You are a low down dirty nigga for that shit and my dumbass always fall for your bullshit.” I fixed my clothes and pushed him away from me.
“How the fuck I’m playin’ with yo emotion? I like fuckin’ you, so what? You know that ain’t it tho. You know what? I’m tired of yo ass, you always gotda find shit to bitch about. Yo ass so quick to judge a mothafucka. Peaches, you knew how I was from jump so why the fuck you seem surprised about the shit I’m doing now? What you thought, because a nigga done caught feelings for yo dumbass I was gon’ change?” He asked, walking me against the wall.
I didn’t say anything to him.
“Yo ass don’t even take the fuckin’ time to appreciate the shit that I do fah yo stupid ass. How the fuck you think you got this fuckin’ job, man? Yo ass got a job you ain’t even apply to, how the fuck you think that shit happened? You so fuckin’ quick to point out the little dumb shit I do that you don’t even realize that every time I fuck up I make that shit up. But you not seeing that shit, tho. Yeah, I like fuckin’ you, I miss fuckin’ you. So what. Peach, man, I’
m tryin’, yo, fuck! What else you want me to do besides that.”
I couldn’t tell him what I wanted because that was Blaze.
He did what he wanted regardless of what anyone said.
Chapter 35
Peaches
“Blaze, what I want doesn’t even matter, so why ask when you’re not going to do shit but what you want to any ways? So why act like what I say makes a difference? If it did, we wouldn’t even be like this right now. You want me to think that within this past month you’ve changed, huh?” My finger pressed against his forehead and I pushed his head back.
“Gon’ head, Blaze, tell me how you done changed, how you fuckin’ missed me. Gon’, Blaze, lie me that good shit like you do and I’mma keep pretending I don’t see none of those fuckin’ hickeys on yo neck. You think telling me you’re the reason I got this job gon’ make me look past the shit you’re doing?” He didn’t say anything.
“You got me a job to make yoself feel better. Yeah it helped me, but you did it fah you. B, I know you, whenever yo ass do something nice it’s to ease yo fuckin’ conscious for messing up in the first place. Now knowing how I got this job, I don’t even want it—”
“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid— You know what? I don’t give a fuck. I can have it that no mothafuckin’ Doctor in this state hire yo stupid ass. You an ungrateful ass bitch, Peaches, real shit. Yo ass so high stuck on not being like yo moms yo stupid ass still turning into her. Only reason I ain’t got yo dumbass back is because I ain’t rushin to. If I wanted to have yo ass, bitch you’d have been had.
“Besides yo pussy, I ain’t in no rush to have shit else back, on everything. You ain’t the only bitch with a wet pussy out here. So I ain’t fuck’d up about not fuckin’ you man. Get the fuck out my face, gon’ quit yo job, I don’t give a fuck.”
Fixing his jeans, Blaze laughed as he zipped his pants up. “Yo ass done went and a found an imitation me. He a bitch ass nigga, boss. I’ll put a hole in that nigga’s forehead in front of yo ass, I don’t give a fuck. Homeboy ain’t shit, that white truck he driving can easily be set on fire. That little building he got in the city can explode at any mothafuckin’ minute.”