by M. T. Pope
Wallace and I had just gotten finished breaking each other off, and his ass was half-asleep when I told him that I’d promised Sherry I would stop by to check on her and Li’l Shawn. He mumbled okay and rolled over and went to sleep.
I really needed to come clean with Wallace with some of this stuff I was doing. I didn’t want to risk losing such a good man. Who would have thought that I would fall in love again? I still didn’t believe that shit myself. Shit, love was nothing but trouble for me in the past.
As I walked to my car, I noticed a piece of paper underneath one of the windshield wipers. I hated when business folk put shit on your car, trying to advertise or sell you some useless crap. But none of the other cars on the parking lot had fliers except mine. That shit was odd.
I snatched it off the window with one swipe, ready to toss it to the ground, when I noticed my name etched out in magazine letters. That shit was original! I chuckled. Somebody on some Cagney and Lacey type of shit! I mumbled and chuckled again. My chuckle was short-lived because, when I got in the car and I opened the letter, my mouth hit the floor.
James/Jerry,
Your ass living on Nob Hill and shit. You think your shit don’t stink don’t you. You going to pay for what you did to me. I think you better leave that dread-wearing boyfriend of yours alone before he end up like the old man. Time is ticking, muthafucka. lol.
The Sandman
“Okay, this shit is getting ridiculous.” I was heated and afraid at the same time. I didn’t like being stalked, and I damn sure didn’t like being afraid. This shit only made me madder at whoever was coming at me. They didn’t want to fuck with me right about now. I was beginning to feel like a cornered animal ready to pounce at the next attack.
I put my car in drive and peeled out of the parking lot. I was steaming mad and was going to take it out on the next victim on my list.
I had gotten the call that I was waiting for all week. It was time to pay back the last victim for their betrayal. I was truly going to enjoy this. Sherry had called me and told me that she was just leaving the house and it was a perfect time for me to do my business.
It took me about forty minutes or so to get down to the east side where Keisha and her lover lived. It was late in the evening, probably about nine o’clock or so, and I was amped up and ready to strike.
I parked a couple of blocks up the street from the house, just to be safe. As I rode by, I saw that Antoinette bitch at the door going in. I loved getting two for one. Her ass was going to get hers just for messing over her brother, my ex-lover Kenny.
I got my supply bag and my gear, which included a gun and Taser, and exited my car. I went around the back into the alley so I could get in with ease. I was hoping I didn’t have to pry the door open, not wanting to leave any evidence of forced entry or anything suspicious.
I crept up the alley and counted the house to make sure I was going to the right one. When I got to the yard, I quickly jumped the fence. I couldn’t believe I was still so agile at forty-six. I loved it.
As soon as I landed, to my surprise, a pit bull ran out of nowhere and made a mad dash toward me. I scrambled around the yard, digging in my bag, trying to find something to subdue the dog. I knew I couldn’t just shoot the dog because that would bring attention toward the yard.
Just in time, I reached my Taser gun and gave his ass a jolt that sent him careening toward the ground, as limp as an eighty-year-old man’s dick without Viagra. I wiped my forehead as the perspiration dripped down my face from the short sprint around the yard.
I got myself together and made my way to the back door. I tried the door, but it was locked. Shit!
I quickly thought and felt around the border of the door, just in case they left a key in a crack or something. No luck.
Just as I reached down in my bag for something to pry the door open with, I noticed a flowerpot next to the steps, and sure enough, there was a key waiting for me to retrieve it.
I crept in the house, hoping this was going to be easy. I could hear sounds of pleasure coming from a nearby room. I couldn’t figure out which one, so I pulled out my gun to catch whoever by surprise. I walked with my back toward the wall, after I left the kitchen, and through the hallway that led to the front of the house.
As I got closer, I could hear Janet Jackson’s “The Pleasure Principle” playing softly. I stopped to listen to make sure the kids were nowhere around. It was quiet, so I assumed they were gone. Or, at least, I hoped so. If these nasty tricks having sex out in the open with the kids in the house, that would be just plain trifling. And that’s coming from me.
I got to the living room and quickly glanced around the corner to see what was going on. These nasty-ass hoes was on the living room couch licking each other like they were eating Jell-O Pudding Pops. I almost lost my fucking lunch. I had to hold my hand over my mouth because I was gagging and shit. I barely could do one, so two was nauseating.
From what I saw, Keisha was sitting up on the couch, head tossed back, eyes closed, and her legs cocked up like she was getting a fucking pap smear exam. The other bitch, Antoinette, was laying between her legs, lapping and poking her pussy.
I pulled out my Taser, and I had the gun in my other hand. I walked up to the two lovers, a big smile on my face. Their asses were so into the sex, they didn’t even hear me creep up on them. I quickly jabbed the cunt on the floor, and her ass flopped like a fish. It was lights out for her. She didn’t even see it coming.
I kicked her with my foot, just to make sure she was out. At the same time, I had my gun pointed toward Keisha. She opened her mouth like she was about to scream.
“Bitch, scream, and I will blow your fuckin’ head off!”
She stayed still and didn’t let out a peep. She was petrified. I was her worst nightmare, and she knew it.
“What’s up, Keisha? I bet you didn’t see this shit coming. You forgot all about my ass, didn’t you? You thought your ass was home free. You sent Kenny up river and thought you was going to run off with his money and live it up with this bitch.” I darted my eyes toward her incapacitated lover.
She shook her head.
I slapped her ass with the gun. “That’s for going through my pockets and taking the keys to my car, bitch! You thought I was going to forget about that shit, didn’t you?”
I slapped her ass again. “That was for taking the money that was rightfully mine, bitch!”
She wiped the blood trickling down the edge of her lip.
“So how much money did you get me and Kenny for?”
She gave me a blank look, like she was afraid to speak.
“Bitch, answer me!” I roared, pacing in the middle of the room.
“A hundred thousand!” she muttered.
“Is it all gone?”
She nodded her head yes, tears rolling down her face.
“What the fuck!” I ran up to her and placed the gun to her temple. “You mean to tell me you blew through that much money and all you have to show for it is this shitty shack?”
I glanced over and noticed her dyke lover was off the floor and charging at me. I Tasered her ass, and she went down again. I leaned over and gave her ass another jolt, to make sure she would be out longer.
I prayed I didn’t kill her ass. I remember hearing about police Tasering people and killing them. My ass surely didn’t want to go back to jail. Before I entered the house, I had set the Taser to “low stun,” so I knew she would be all right after a good night’s rest.
I focused my attention back toward Keisha, my anger boiling. This bitch had wasted the money I was going to steal from Kenny myself. I gotta give it to her. A bitch is always three steps in front of a nigga.
“You know you gotta pay for robbing me,” I said, a smile on my face.
“Please, please…don’t hurt me. I had no choice. I had to take the money. I needed it to take care of my kids.”
This bitch must have thought I was a dummy. “Bitch, I know good and well you didn’t spend that fuck
ing money on those brats of yours, so cut the bullshit. You and this bitch over here probably blew that shit on trips and clothes. You know I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I was going to do to get back at you. I was stumped until I got in here and heard you two going at it like two alley cats in heat. It seems to me that you love getting your pussy licked, so your ass can twitch and shake. How about I give your ass an orgasm that your grandmother can feel?” I grabbed my crotch.
She looked at me and started shaking her head.
I laughed a hearty laugh as I looked at her contorted face. “Don’t worry, bitch. I’m not going to fuck your greasy ass, even though I know your ass is probably in need of a good piece of dick.”
“I heard you guys in here getting it on to one of my favorite songs, ‘The Pleasure Principle,’ and I am the one in need of pleasure right now. And you’re going to give it to me. Open your legs and get ready to receive the best orgasm of your life.”
She hesitantly opened her legs.
“Now close your eyes, bitch! And if you tell anybody about this shit, bitch, one of your little brats will end up on an AMBER Alert. You hear me?”
She nodded in agreement.
I moved in for the kill. I was going to love this, and she was undoubtedly going to remember this for years to come. I cut my Taser on and raised the notch to “fry,” then I slowly eased it toward her waiting womb. Sex for her would never be pleasurable again.
I covered her mouth with my hand, and with one quick jab, I gave her pussy the shock of its life. She was twitching and shaking, but I didn’t let up until I saw her pussy sizzling like hot bacon.
After a couple of seconds, her ass was out cold. I removed the Taser, placed it on “safety,” and put it back in my pocket. I couldn’t risk the same shit happening to me. I needed my dick, like any other nigga.
I looked over at her lover, and her ass was still out. “You won’t be enjoying that pussy no more.” I laughed and exited the house the same way I came in.
I had a little more vengeance I had to get out before I could get back to my life with my man and live happily ever after.
When I got back home, it was a little after midnight. Wallace was still in the bed where I left him. I undressed and jumped in the shower for about twenty minutes to freshen up and get a good night’s sleep.
“Hey, baby,” I said as I slid under the covers and into the bed totally naked.
The flat-screen television was on, showing a marathon of The Golden Girls. Wallace and I were both hardcore Golden Girls fans. We had a lot in common.
Wallace was on his back. I could see him fighting sleep. I couldn’t sleep without the television on, and neither could he. Even if we weren’t watching it, it still had to be on.
I snuggled up to him, and he was naked as well. He liked to sleep naked too. Our body heat mingled together as I wrapped one of my legs around his and laid my head on his chest.
He managed to mumble during one of his nods, “How is your cousin doing?”
“Oh, she is fine,” I said half-heartedly. “I took her and Li’l Shawn to the movies and out to eat.”
“You have fun?” He was fully awake now. He lifted my head by my chin toward his, and pecked me on the lips.
“Yeah, it was okay.” I kissed him back.
I looked into his eyes. It was like they were dancing. It seemed like he instantly got excited about me every time we were apart for any length of time. I was getting the feeling that he truly did love me.
In those few moments, I wanted to spill out all of my secrets to him. I wanted to let him know about the pain I’d experienced in California and all the things I’d been getting myself into.
I knew I needed to release this anger and pain, and exchange it for this love he was offering so freely, but I just couldn’t do it. I said I would never be vulnerable again.
Would he still be with me, or leave me if I told him about the true me? The evil me. The hurt me. The abused me. The little boy in me that just wanted to be loved. I could never tell him now. I was, no, we were too deep into this for me to go and risk losing it over the truth.
“I’m just glad to be back home with my man.”
He smiled and pulled me on top of him.
I looked down at him and gazed into his eyes. “You miss me?”
“And you know this. Man!” he belted out.
I threw my head back and roared with laughter. It had been a long time since I laughed. It felt good, made me feel real. Too bad I was going to have to shut it off a little bit longer.
Chapter 37
Mona
Now or Never
December 27th, 2018, 12:13 P.M.
“What in the hell!” I belted out as I sat up of my living room sofa. The television was on, and James was sitting in the chair across from me, watching it like he lived there.
“How in the hell did you get in here?”
I’m sure I had the look of a mad woman on my face. My hair was a mess from sleeping on the couch. It was supposed to be a nap after I had dropped the kids off to my mom’s house.
I looked at my watch. It was a little after twelve noon. I had cleaned up, and took down all the Christmas décor. I was beat. I must have been really tired to not hear him come in my damn house.
“Honey, I’m home.” He chuckled. “You missed me, baby girl?”
“Missed you? Missed you?” I laughed. “I wish I would have missed you in the club in California, with your crazy ass. I probably wouldn’t be in this shit I’m in now.”
“Bitch, please. Your ass is as loose as a faggot’s asshole after two years in prison.” He laughed again.
I didn’t find it funny. I had managed to keep my pants on and not let them fall for another man since James. But here he was, bringing up the past, like I needed reminding.
He laughed again. “Mona, please…why can’t we be civil, like adults?”
“Muthafucka, I asked you, ‘How did you get in my house?’” My nose flared like a dragon getting ready to set something ablaze.
“Don’t worry about that, Mona. I’m in here now.” He smiled. His ass was bold as a muthafucka.
My eyes darted around the room to see if I could grab something to bash him in the head with. I wanted to kill the nigga for ruining my life.
Then it flashed in my head that I was a willing participant in both of the times we’d had sex. I immediately felt like a ho again. The time I let him fuck me like an animal on the very spot I was standing all came back to memory.
I crumbled back on the chair, my head fell, and shame embodied me once again. I still hadn’t forgiven myself for my infidelities. Everybody else in my life had forgiven me, but me.
“Mona, look at you. You’s a hot-ass mess.”
I lifted my head up as he said that. I wasn’t expecting this today.
“I can’t believe you my baby mama.” He shook his head like he was ashamed of me.
I shot back up off my chair. “Faggot, please! Your ass is lucky somebody wanted to fuck your sensitive ass.”
His eyes got big as quarter pieces. He wasn’t expecting a snappy comeback.
“Your ass wants to be a bitch, but my ass was born a real woman.”
“Well, you fucked this faggot, and so did your husband. Now what does that say about you? I bet you and Shawn probably still dreaming about my ass at night.”
“Nigga, please! No your ass is dreaming about me and all of this!” I did a little twirl to show him I still had a banging body.
“Whatever, Mona!” He waved his hand just like a woman would. “I just came by here to see how my kids were being raised.”
“They have never been your kids, and their father and I are doing a very good job at it.” I paused. “So you can carry your dick-sucking ass back to where you came from.”
“Ho, say what!” He laughed. He then walked up toward me.
I stood my ground, in case he tried something.
James was about a foot from me when he grabbed my collar and
pulled me close to him. “Mona, don’t forget I know who your children’s real father is and they don’t. So, bitch, don’t fuck with me if you want it to stay that way. I will have your ass stripping in a retirement home New Year’s party if I want to and you could do nothing about it.” He let my collar go and kissed me on the forehead. “Bye, boo.” And, just like that, he was gone out of my back door.
I rushed to the back door and locked both the locks and peeped through the shades to make sure he was gone. I walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a Pepsi. I went to the cabinet and grabbed the bottle of Aleve for the headache that I now had and sat at the table.
My hands were shaking so bad, I felt like a crackhead. I couldn’t even finish the soda. I went back to the living room and took another nap. I had to man up and break this to the kids ASAP. I can’t continue to live like this.
I needed to get out of the house, so I decided to take a trip over Shawn’s mother’s house.
I pulled up to her house in Towson, which was only about a twenty-minute drive.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
After a minute, the door opened and Mother Black stood in the doorway with an inviting smile on her face.
“Well, what a nice surprise to see you here, Mona.”
“Yeah, I thought you could use the company.” I smiled back and walked in as she moved back out of the doorway to let me in.
It was such an ease of my mind to be here. Even after all that she went through with Shawn and her husband, she remained humbled and spiritual. An hour or two over here would do my heart good.
“Yes, baby. Mama sure could use the company today. And since we haven’t been chatting like we used to, it will give us some time to catch up on you and my son.”
“Sure thing, Mama. Let me go to the bathroom before we sit and talk.”
I walked to the bathroom as slow as I could, which was only up one flight of stairs and around the corner. I didn’t come over here to talk about that. I was trying to get away from that by coming over here. I sat on the bowl and prayed that I could find a way to distract her, or get her to talk about something other than Shawn and me. I stayed in the bathroom for about five minutes. I washed my hands and sprayed air freshener for effect.