The Dirty Divorce Part 3

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by Miss KP


  “That ain’t what Rich said. He actually told me you killed my husband. So please do me a favor and be a woman and let that shit come out your mouth so I can put you six feet deep.

  Lisa laughed. “And you just called me a dumb bitch. The fact that you believe Rich makes you look stupid as shit.”

  When I tried to approach her, Lisa started going off. “Stay the fuck away from me!”

  When Lisa opened her mouth and spit a huge wad of salvia in my face, my mind went to another place. The first thing I did was give her two quick Floyd Mayweather style jabs across her face. Of course I knew she would grab for my hair. The entire time she held onto my locks, I used her face as a punching bag by landing several uppercuts. Lisa couldn’t get out of the headlock I had her in at first until she bit my arm, causing me to lose my grip. She even got in a couple of scratches, but that shit was minor compared to the last punch I gave her across the nose. Even though blood was everywhere, I still wasn’t done with her ass. Pulling Lisa off the bed, I took that bitch and mopped her ass all over that room until several security guards and nurses burst inside.

  “She attacked me. Oh my God she’s crazy!” I faked, as they pulled us a part.

  “She’s lying, she’s lying, I’m not crazy!” Lisa responded as the nurses held her down and began sedating her. She yelled all different kind of obscenities before falling into a comatose state a few minutes later.

  )I apologize for this. We thought that Ms. Sanchez was fit to have visitors unsupervised. She appeared to be doing better. She’s you’re cousin correct?” one of the nurses inquired.

  “Yes. I can’t believe the state that Lisa’s in. I didn’t know it was this bad,” I said, grabbing my purse from the floor. “You all are just as crazy as she is if you let her ass out of here!”

  “Don’t worry, incidents like this, go into her file,” the nurse advised.

  “Good.”

  My shirt was torn, but that was the least of my worries. Figuring out how I was gonna take Lisa out while she was in the hospital was all I could think about as I got on the elevator to leave. Security even walked me out as if I really needed them. I guess they really thought I was scared, but they had no idea what I was capable of. Lisa was gonna pay before it was all over with.

  Making my way to the car, I couldn’t help but think how after all that just went down, I still couldn’t get Lisa to admit to Carlos’ death. But there was no doubt in my mind that she’d actually pulled the trigger. Rich’s story was way too detailed for him to be lying. All that bitch ever did was deny everything and point the finger at someone else. Even though I wanted to hear her say that shit to finally give me some type of closure, it still didn’t matter. It’s not like that visit had spared her life. She was gonna die regardless. As I drove away from the hospital and made my way home, I couldn’t help but wonder why Denie was convinced that Rich was involved though. I wasn’t sure if she was on get back or what. That situation was something I needed to get down to the bottom of, and hopefully if Denie could be found she would calmy sit down with me and set the record straight.

  Denie had been missing in action for a couple of days since I found out she’d been seeing Javier. Since he thought it was cool to continue to mess around with her knowing she was my daughter, I definitely had a bone to pick with his ass. All I could hope was that he wasn’t on some type of get back shit because of his sister. If that was the case, he could expect an all out war. He wasn’t gonna fuck with my family and get away with it

  As I drove down Martin Luther King Avenue, I made a couple of calls to my partners in New York to see if they’d seen Javier. Surprisingly, no one had seen him in almost a week, which immediately had me concerned. It made me wonder if he’d taken my daughter somewhere without her consent.

  Mentally I was drained and needed a moment of relaxation. I didn’t know who to trust anymore and didn’t want to fall vulnerable to Rich. I needed to stay strong. Once I pulled up to the house Maria frantically ran out to greet me and started rambling to me in Spanish.

  “What’s wrong Maria?” I asked in a concerned tone.

  “Ayuda! Ayuda! No Respira!”

  “Speak English Maria. I can’t understand!”

  “Mia, she’s not breathing!”

  It felt like my heart instantly stopped. “What? Call 911!”

  *****

  I paced in the emergency room at Children’s Hospital for what seemed like hours with no answers about my daughter’s progress. All I knew so far was that Mia had gone into cardiac arrest, which had me on pins and needles. Trying not to think negatively, I constantly told myself that my daughter was a survivor so there was no reason to be alarmed. Not to mention, she’d been in remission one time, so whatever this setback was wouldn’t keep her down for long. Trying to remain calm, I prayed my daughter would pull through as she always did.

  With several scratches all over my face and neck, I’m sure the nurses and doctors wondered what type of hell I’d been through. I just hoped they didn’t think it had anything to do with Mia. With Maria at the house with Carmen and Rich on his way, I was all alone to deal with the unknown.

  Reaching in my purse, I pulled out my cell phone and tried to reach Denie again. I’d been trying to call to let her know what was going on, but she still didn’t answer. As I left a message, Rich rushed in with great concern.

  “I was on my way out Baltimore, but I tried to get here as soon as I could. Any word yet?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No, not yet.”

  He clutched my chin then moved my face back and forth. “What the hell happened to you?”

  “Your ex wife, but don’t worry she looks worse.”

  Just as I was ready to go into detail, Mia’s doctor finally came out. I was so glad he happened to be on call at the hospital. He’d been dealing with Mia’s Leukemia right along with me since day one.

  “Hello Mrs. Sanchez,” he greeted then turned to Rich. “Hello sir. I’m Dr. Friedman, Mia’s physician.”

  “Dr. Friedman, please tell me you have good news,” I said.

  “Well, we had some complications.”

  My eyes became larger. “What kind of complications?”

  Dr. Friedman paused for a moment. “There’s no easy way to say this, Mrs. Sanchez, but I’m afraid we lost Mia. Even though we were able to resuscitate her, we weren’t able to control the infection in her blood. I looked at the lab work before coming out here. Unfortunately, when you were here the last time, I suspected that Mia’s Leukemia had returned, and it’s true. I’m so sorry we tried…”

  My body went completely numb for about thirty seconds and I could no longer hear anything the doctor said. After he told me my baby was dead, I could only see his mouth moving, but nothing was coming out. Moments later, I broke down.

  “No. Please, no. Not my baby. Not my daughter!”

  “Oh my God,” Rich whispered as he held me.

  Dr. Friedman rubbed my shoulder as well. “Again, Mrs. Sanchez, I’m so sorry. I know this has been a fight for you and your family. If you wanna see her to say your final goodbyes, I’ll make that happen as quickly as possible.”

  “Dr. Friedman, this isn’t funny. I don’t believe you. What do you mean say my final goodbyes? She can’t be gone. How did this happen? It’s your fault. You gave her antibiotics. You told me that if it was an infection that it would go away. You told me she was getting better this winter. How could this happen?” I cried.

  “Apparently the infection was so aggressive that it didn’t respond well to the medication,” Dr. Friedman spoke. “Her poor little body just couldn’t fight anymore.”

  Suddenly, I lunged at Dr. Friedman. I was pissed that he’d gotten my hopes up and had me believing that my daughter was gonna survive. Despite me knowing that the cancer had possibly come back, he never told me that this would be the outcome. Smacking him in the face, I wanted him to feel the same pain that I felt as Rich pulled me away.

  “Dr. Friedman, she’s hurt.
Please forgive her,” Rich apologized.

  “I should’ve done more. I should’ve done more,” I wailed.

  “Don’t blame yourself, Mrs. Sanchez, or anyone else. We did all we could,” Dr. Friedman replied.

  There was no way I could control my emotions as I fell to the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. I then began beating the cold tile until my hands were tomato red.

  “Ohhhh noooo. Why, God, why? I prayed to you and trusted you. You took my baby and my husband away from me. Why are you doing this to me?” I sobbed.

  Chapter 13 Denie

  Message 1-

  “Denie I know you’ve disappeared before in the past, but this time shit seems different. No matter what we’ve gone through, I just want you to know that I love you and I’m worried about you. Damn, would you just answer the phone! We just need to know that you’re breathin’ and that nigga Javier didn’t do shit to you to get back at me. Call me man!” Rich yelled.

  Message 2-

  “Denie it’s Marisol again. I haven’t heard from you in over a month, so I desperately need to know that you’re okay. I’m worried sick about you and I can’t function without knowing alright. This shit with Javier is a non-motherfucking factor at this point because there are much bigger issues to deal with. I’ve been trying to avoid telling you this over the voicemail, but Mia is gone. She’s gone Denie, so we need you back home. It’s been too long. I’m losing my mind thinking about you. By you not being at your sister’s funeral really has me really nervous. Please call me back. We love you.

  It was the twentieth message I’d gotten from Marisol, but this was the first time she seemed so hysterical. I’d never seen that side of her before. As far as Rich calling me to death, I really didn’t give a fuck. He could kiss my ass and wait on that return call until he was old and gray. No matter how bad I wanted to let Marisol know I was okay, I had to stick to my guns. I’m sure she was upset that I hadn’t gone to Mia’s funeral, but Marisol needed to realize that I was going to mourn for my little sister in my own way. If I hadn’t bothered to come back home for the funeral what made her think that calling me would work either? I loved Mia, and even felt bad that the disease had finally taken her life, but going home meant being interrogated about Javier, and I didn’t feel like dealing with that shit. Call me selfish, but it is what it is. Javier made me happy and that’s all that mattered to me right now. I finally had someone in my life that made me feel loved. It wasn’t just about Javier wining and dining me every night, but he was attentive to my needs and made me feel like I mattered.

  It seemed as if the past month had gone by so fast. After coming to New York so he could handle some business, we were supposed to go back to D.C. the following day. But with Javier so busy, we had yet to make it back. To be quite honest, I didn’t want to leave anyway, so it wasn’t a big issue for me. I looked at it as fate anyway, especially since I’d gotten accepted to The Fashion Institute. Now, I could really be closer to my new man.

  Initially, once I found out Javier was Jade’s brother it was all about me rebelling against Rich. I knew it would burn my father up that I was with someone he forbid me to see, but once I got to know Javier over these past four weeks, I couldn’t help but fall for him. When I used to watch those dating reality shows, I laughed at all the dumb chicks falling in love so easily, so quick. It seemed impossible for them to date a guy for only a day or two and fall head over heels. However, being with Javier made me eat my own words. Not only was he fine, but his sex was off the chain. A bit freakier than I was used to, but still good.

  I didn’t know how to take it at first, but now I could appreciate his good love making. Javier licked every inch of my body and sucked all the juices from my pussy which wasn’t a problem, but it was just how he did it that made my eyebrows rise sometimes. It seemed as if he was down for whatever. What really threw me for a loop was the fact that he had a piercing inserted in his dick that was supposed to stimulate the clitoris during sex. The shit was actually painful and whenever I told him, he always brushed me off. His motto was ‘pain is pleasure’ which was something I had to get used to if I wanted to be with him. Javier was different from anyone I’d ever slept with, but there was a mystery about him that I enjoyed. He kept my mind off the problems in my life and he made me feel wanted. We’d been together every day since we met and I wasn’t about to leave now.

  “You still catching Z’s, babe,” I said, trying to wake Javier up.

  ont>eight="0" width="48"> He’d been in such a deep, comatose sleep all morning.

  I’m ready for our workout, I thought rubbing his arms. Even though it was going on twelve o’clock, I was still geared up for our normal morning sex session.

  Opening his eyes, Javier tried to smile, but immediately started coughing uncontrollably. He’d been suffering from a nagging dry cough for days now, and even though I kept telling his ass to go see a doctor, he kept beating me down saying that it was just his allergies.

  “You ready for your Zyrtec, boo?”

  Like I told him, there was nothing that medicine could do that I couldn’t to make him feel better. Javier just laughed at me when I said that, but I meant it. No other girl could come close to the way I fucked him.

  “You ain’t ready for me?” Javier replied with a half smile. He still looked tired as hell.

  “Whatever, it looks like you’re still out of it. Rest up, because you’re gonna need it.”

  “Why don’t you make me something to eat? I should be ready after I get some food in my system.”

  “No problem. Anything to make you feel better. Are you eating in here?”

  He nodded his head. “Yeah.”

  I felt his forehead. “Now, I know you’re sick because we never eat in the bedroom, Mr. Clean.”

  His smile made me melt. All he had to do was let that left dimple peek out at me, and then it was all over. Trying to handle my womanly duties, I slid out of bed, then made my way downstairs to the kitchen to start preparing his lunch. Since Javier was a little under the weather, I decided to open a can of chicken noodle soup, and make a grilled cheese sandwich. Hell, I’d grown up with Lisa cooking for me, and Maria doing everything at Marisol’s house, so I didn’t know how to make but so much.

  Pouring the Progresso soup inside a pot, I turned the stove on then stirred it a bit before suddenly looking around Javier’s modern style home. With an all white Italian leather sofa, snow white carpet, expensive paintings and custom window treatments, it wasn’t the average bachelor pad. After being with Nelson and a few other dudes with money, I knew what most niggas houses were supposed to look like, but Javier’s spot was out of the norm. There were no dirty socks laying around, no water spots on the bathroom mirror and definitely no dishes in the sink. Everything was spotless. When I first walked into the exposed brick loft, I instantly thought his son’s mother had helped with the décor because the place definitely had a woman’s touch. However, anytime I would ask about her or his son, Javier would become extremely touchy. Both had passed away in a car accident a few years ago, so I decided to leave that subject alone.

  After preparing the sandwich, then placing the food in two of Javier’s fancy china sets, I made my way back upstairs to serve him in bed. Surprisingly, he was sitting up.

  “Come over here and sit on daddy’s lap,” he flirted, then pulled back the white down comforter to xpose his extra large penis.

  “Damn, I haven’t been gone that long. You’re feeling better rather quickly.”

  Not needing a response, I sat the dishes down before taking off my fuchsia corset and thong set he’d bought me. I knew it was a matter of time before he couldn’t resist me in it. My breasts were purchased by Nelson last year and my ass had always been nice and plump, so the reason for his manhood being at attention was understood. Before I made me way over to sit on my man’s lap, I decided to put on some Trey Songz to set the mood.

  “You missed your, baby?” I asked, climbing on top of him.

  “Stop ta
lking and let me get inside of my pussy.”

  Deep down inside I knew it was wrong for me to have sex with him without a condom, but ever since Rich saw us together at the mall, Javier wanted to prove to me that we wouldn’t allow anyone to come between what we had. Not to mention, he wanted to feel all of me. Shit, I wanted to feel all of him, too. It was a decision I had yet to regret.

  As I started to ride him, it took me a minute to work is big tool inside of my nest. He wasn’t the type that you could just get on and start working. I had to move the tip of his dick around the perimeter of my vagina for few seconds then ease him inside of me, before finally being able to perform.

  I rotated my hips in a circular motion. “Who’s dick is this?”

  “Yours, Ma,” Javier replied.

  His dick kept jerking as if he was trying to hold back from busting a nut as soon as I picked up the pace. I wasn’t ready for our lovemaking to end, so I immediately got up and placed my ass in the air so he could hit it from the back. I knew that when I was on top he couldn’t handle it, but that was my favorite position.

  Moments later, Javier positioned himself behind me, grabbed my ass with both hands, then dived into my wet pussy. As he pounded me from behind, he always seemed to tap the spots that made me whimper and moan.

  “Ahh, Javier. Work this pussy,” I purred like a kitten.

  I then pulled on my nipples as my firm breasts bounced from side to side. I knew Javier freaky-ass loved it when I pleased myself. As I began tightening my walls, trying to get him to the ultimate climax, Javier pulled out and waited a minute before he tried to enter my ass.

  “Uh-uh. No, I don’t like that.”

  “Yo’ come on Denie, you suppose to my girl, man. You fuckin’ up the mood.” Javier layed back on the bed like he had an attitude.

  “Just because I don’t want you to fuck me in my ass, I’m messing up the mood?” When I got the silent treatment, I started to massage his dick. “Well, let me make it up to you then.”

 

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