"Why would you kiss his ass anyway? You know that mouth been between his little girlfriend’s legs!" I laughed, and so did July.
"How you know?!" Paris shot back.
"Bitch Kendrick is a fucking freak. I bet he eat ass too!" July said, making me laugh.
"Y'all wouldn't know shit! I'm the only one at this table that has fucked him!" Paris yelled, making a few people at the restaurant look over.
"We don't need to, boo. All the bitches that have fucked him have plenty stories to tell, and they are pretty freaky. One stripper told me she and her homegirl had a threesome with Kendrick, and he put it in every hole possible, then nutted on their faces. She even showed me a handprint he left on her ass from spanking and squeezing that shit!" I said matter of factly, while putting ketchup on my wedges.
"Can y'all shut the fuck up! That don't mean he eating ass and pussy!" Paris yelled loud as fuck.
"Quiet down bitch!" I whispered to her ignorant ass.
"That nigga put a baby in her, he licking every crevice of her body. Accept it and get over it." As soon as July finished, Paris hopped up and walked away.
“You ain’t even met his mama!” I yelled after her delusional ass.
I didn't even try to stop her as she stormed off. She was way too sensitive over that shit. She knew Kendrick was messing with other females, so she can’t be mad about that. Plus, she knew like I knew that Kendrick was serious about old girl if he proposed and got her pregnant. She needed to pull her damn head out of Fool's Paradise, and soon!
Chapter Two: Nic Fuller
Kendrick had been in his coma for what seemed like forever. I stayed in the hospital room with him all day, KJ and I. I started taking an online class, so I would do my assignments in the room with him. I would only go home to shower, clean up the house, turn in my assignments on the Internet, and clean up/feed KJ or let him play with his toys. I was so sad, and I hoped he woke up soon, if at all. The doctor was saying that it didn't look good. I cried at least twice a day when I thought about it.
I got up to go get some ice water with my baby and I heard them yell "Cold Blue! Cold Blue!" over the intercom. I rushed back to the room, and the doctors were in there attempting to resuscitate Kendrick. I covered my mouth to hold in my scream and tears, and KJ started crying like he knew what was happening. After what seemed like ten minutes of non-stop attempts, they finally got his heart beating again.
***
Two more weeks had passed since that flat line, and it happened three more times. I felt like I was going to die every time. I needed my baby to come back. He promised me forever.
KJ was sleep, and I decided to talk to Kendrick like I usually did. I grabbed his lifeless hand in mine.
"Baby it's me, Nic. I need you to come back. Kendrick and I need you bad. I don't like seeing you like this. Kendreeis, Kendon, Jules, Ricky, and Maurice have been hitting the pavement non-stop to find out who did this to you." Tears began to stream.
"Kendrick baby, I miss you so much. I love you. I need you, baby. Remember when you begged me not to leave you? Well now I'm begging you baby, to stay with me. Kendrick, please. You promised me forever," I said, crying and kissing all over his face. Nothing. I cried for 30 more minutes straight.
***
The next morning, I went to buy groceries for the house. As I was putting the bags in the trunk, I heard someone call my name. I turned around to see that Houston guy.
"Hi," I said dryly as I picked Kendrick up out of the basket. Why was he everywhere I was?
"Hey, you need some help?"
"No I'm okay. Thank you." I started to put Kendrick in his car seat.
"I heard about your boy," Houston said dryly.
"Yeah well, I hate whoever would take him from his family that needs and loves him. I hope they rot in hell," I said angrily as I buckled KJ in.
"Damn ma. You must really love that nigga," he said smiling. I was irritated, because right now was not a happy smiley ass time for me.
"Yeah I do. Very much." I finished buckling baby Kendrick in, and closed the back door. I headed around to the drivers side.
"Hey if you ever need anything while he's out of commission, let me know. I'm here for you," he said, licking his lips. I know this nigga didn't think I was gon’ be busting it open for him while my nigga was in a coma.
"Why?"
"Why what?" he frowned.
"Why will you be there for me? You don't even know me, yet you want to be a shoulder to lean on?" I raised one eyebrow.
He chuckled. "Damn girl, I'm just a nice guy."
"You want some pussy?" I asked straight up, and smiled seductively.
He bucked his eyes and smiled back, biting his lip. "Damn ma, I mean if-"
"Thought so nigga. Well let me save you some time and let you know now that you will not be getting up in this right here. I'd rather ride Kendrick's dick on soft mode while he lay in that coma than let you even see my panties. So scram buddy, and stop sniffing around for scraps like a damn alley cat."
He looked like the scream mask, because his jaw fell open. "Damn ma...I...wa...was just trying to be ni-"
I opened my car door and got in. "Well thanks anyway Houston for the offer, but I'm gonna decline!" I closed my door and drove off.
***
I dropped the groceries off, fed my baby and myself, and cleaned us up. I then headed to the hospital to spend the night.
Chapter Three: Michael Lodenn
When I heard about Kendrick, I had never been happier. Looks like I'm not the only one who wanted that nigga out of the way. It was Thursday, and I knew Nic went grocery shopping every other Thursday. I had been watching her for weeks, but was too scared cause of that nigga Kendrick, I’ll admit. I knew he was a hot head and could get reckless, but now that he was out cold and Paris told me she got word that he wasn't gon’ wake up, I felt bolder than ever.
I had Apple with me, cause I needed her to take the baby while I had some alone time with Nic. She always had that damn baby with her. Apple wouldn't help in fear of Kendrick, but now that she knew he was out of commission, she was all in.
"Alright there she is," I told Apple as we watched Nic pushing the cart out the store.
"And what the fuck am I supposed to do with the baby?"
"You can take it to her mom’s house," I replied without taking my eyes off Nic. She was so beautiful.
"And what's gon’ be my excuse for having the baby?" she frowned.
"I don't know, figure some shit out! Let's go!" Damn her ass was annoying.
We hopped out the car and crept up on Nic unknowingly. I grabbed her and threw my keys to Apple, who had already snatched her baby from the shopping cart.
"My baby!" Nic was fighting and squirming.
Apple ran to my car and sped off. I was glad it was kind of dark and Nic parked far. I guess getting exercise wasn't smart for her in this case. I threw her in the passenger side of her car through the driver side, and I slid in after her.
"Michael, what the fuck are you doing!"
She attempted to get out and chase after Apple, but I slapped her hard as hell, making her nose bleed. She looked at me with so much fear and tears in her eyes. I hated to hit her, but she needed to cooperate.
"Are you fucking crazy?!"she yelled, and punched me in my nose hard as hell. Damn!
I backhanded her two more times, and banged her head hard on the window, causing her to pass out.
"Finally. Fuck!" I said, out of breath, and cranked up her car.
I sped to my crib and quickly parked. I threw her unconscious ass over my shoulder, and headed to my apartment. Once inside, I tied her wrists to my bed’s headboard. Her face was covered in blood from her busted nose, lip, and blood coming from her head onto her face. The sight of her "Mrs. Kendrick King" tattoo disgusted me. I despised that nigga. I poured ice-cold water over her, and she woke up. My heart broke knowing I did this to her, but I had to.
"Where's my baby?" she said in a defeated tone.
> "He's at your mothers." Apple had just text me saying she gave the baby to Nic's mom Mariah, and just ran off with no explanation. Dumb bitch.
"Why you doing this, Michael?" she said with tears streaming her face.
I pulled a chair up to my bed, cause it was wet from the water I threw on her. "Cause Nic. I love you and I needed to explain myself."
She exhaled heavily, "Explain what, Michael?! I need to get my baby and go see Kendrick." The mention of his name angered me, and I slapped her hard. She was here with me, thinking of that stupid nigga.
"Ahh!" she screamed and began to cry.
"You love that nigga more than me?!" I yelled, standing with my fists balled up.
"Michael, please stop this!" she yelled through tears. Her teeth were covered in blood from the blows I delivered to her pretty face.
"Nic. Baby. I love you and I want us to be together! Don't you want the same?" I said, kneeling down.
She looked down at me and began to sob hysterically "Michael, I don't love you anymore. I've moved on, and I need you to see that and let me go. I have a family now." She looked so sad that she was here with me, and it hurt me.
"Shut the fuck up bitch!" I yelled, ripping her pants off.
"No Michael! No, don't do this! Kendrick baby, if you can hear me, please wake up!" she yelled, trying to untie her wrists from my bedposts.
"I tried to do it the nice way, but you just can't stop begging for that thug nigga! He ain't gon’ never wake up, dumb ass!" I yelled, making her cry. How dare she be calling out for this nigga in my presence! How could she disregard everything we had?
I ripped her shirt open and admired her body. "Since you don't love me no more, I need one more taste!"
"No Michael! No! No!" she yelled, squirming and trying to fight me off, but since she had no hands available, it was hard.
I backhanded her and ripped her panties off. I was going in this pussy raw, and it made me smile. I ate her out for a bit and she didn't cum, which pissed me off. She tried pulling away, but I manhandled her legs open, making her cry harder. Mad as hell, I unbuckled my pants and released my dick. I rammed into her and it was dry as hell. It hurt my feelings. Nic used to be my baby and here I was having to tie her up, beat her, and rape her. I continued to pump into her, and after awhile she wasn't dry.
"Yeah, like that baby," I moaned. Nic had the best pussy ever. I'd only had it once, but the shit was memorable.
She turned her head to the side so she didn't have to look at me and stared at the wall. I sped up and came hard as hell all inside her. I kissed from her stomach to her neck. She laid there as if she was dead. I kissed her swollen lips, and she bit me hard.
"You stupid bitch!" I yelled, slapping her. She didn't scream or cry; she just lightly flinched and laid there, defeated. I untied her roughly, and manhandled her downstairs. It was nighttime, so only a few people were outside. They stared because she had on no bottoms, a ripped open workout top, and a sports bra. Her face was fucked up and her hair was disheveled. I threw her into her car, hopped in, and sped to her house. I dropped her to her mother’s house. I unlocked her doors and kicked her out the passenger side onto the lawn. She groaned in pain as I hopped out her car.
"I hate you Nic!" I yelled, and kicked her in the stomach.
I booked it two blocks, and had Apple pick me up. I was done with Nic. All that I'd done for her, and she shitted on me. At least I got some pussy and didn't have to worry about Kendrick coming after me. I smiled at the thought. It quickly faded as I thought about my broken heart.
Chapter Three: Nic Fuller
I was in disbelief at what just happened to me. The timing couldn't have been any worse. Kendrick was in a coma, while Michael was torturing me. I wished so much that Kendrick had killed him when he initially wanted to. I couldn't believe I spared his life. My body was bruised as fuck, and I couldn't move. Blood was all over my inner thighs, and my face was in so much pain.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaa!" I yelled, hoping she heard me. I had no energy to walk to the door.
"Maaaahhhhhh!" I cried and yelled at the same time as I inhaled the scent of the freshly-cut grass. Thank God the porch light turned on and my mom appeared.
"Nic?! Baby?! Oh my Lord! Baby, what happened to you?!"
"Mommy, where is my baby?!" I yelled through tears.
"He's in his crib inside, baby. I been calling you all day…wha…what happened to you?! Where are your clothes?!" My mother was horrified as she looked over my body.
"Michael! He kidnapped me and beat me up! And he raped me, ma!" I cried hard.
My mother was holding my face "Oh baby. I'm gon’ kill his ass!" my mother said angrily.
She picked me up as if I was a bride, and carried me inside. She put some shorts on me, and drove me to the hospital. They checked me out, cleaned me up, and gave me some pain medication, stitches in my head, an STD test, and a plan B bill.
"Why didn't you tell them who did this, baby?!" my mom asked, driving me to her house.
"I want to get him myself, ma," I said almost in a whisper, looking out the window and enjoying the blasting heater. She nodded in agreement and continued driving. I couldn't believe Michael, but I was out for blood now. He better watch his back, cause I was gon’ kill that nigga.
***
It had been about four days since my incident with Michael. My body was still a bit bruised up, and my face was still sore from all his slaps and punches. My lip was still sore, and I had a bruise and scar under my eye. I refused visits from everyone but my mom, because I knew the girls would tell Kendreeis, Kendon, and Kayden, and I wanted to handle this on my own. At least I thought I did.
***
After the gym, I picked up KJ from my mother. She was telling me that Danielle had been running the streets with some older girls. I already knew that when I saw her ass at KB's with that hoe Paris and some other bitches. After we talked for a bit, I went home and showered, fed KJ and myself, then headed to see Kendrick.
We had been there a couple hours, and I couldn't help myself. I laid in the hospital bed with Kendrick and kissed his lips. I missed him so much and I was so scared without him being awake. I had nightmares every night, thinking someone would break in and kidnap the baby and me. I laid KJ on my chest and we took a catnap.
I woke up to him giggling; my baby always laughed so much. It was hard to be sad around him. I was stunned as I saw Kendrick holding him over us in his bed. I hopped out slightly scared.
"Kendrick?!"
"I woke up about 30 minutes ago, and the nurse took that tube out my mouth," he smirked, and then his smile faded. He was just as sexy as ever, except his once low fade was now a short curly fro.
"Oh my God!” I yelped. I planted kisses all over his face. "I missed you so much. Do you remember anything?" I asked, holding his face.
"What the fuck happened to your face," he asked angrily, ignoring my question. He sat up slowly, wincing in pain while holding onto KJ.
"I uh...uhm…it…" I stuttered as I backed away.
"Close the door, Nic," he said, referring to the hospital door. I did as he asked. "Now, what the hell happened to your face?"
I burst into tears. "Michael. He kidnapped me when you were in a coma. He…he…beat me and raped me, Kendrick," I said, almost in a whisper through tears. His jaw was clenching, and his nostrils flared. He began to laugh out of anger.
"So you telling me that while I was out cold, this nigga put his hands on you and raped you?" he asked rhetorically, then got out the bed and handed me the baby. He snatched off all the wires and things attached to him, making a loud beep go off alerting the nurses. He brushed his teeth, quickly dressed, and flung open the door.
"Let's go!" he yelled over his shoulder as the nurses ran up.
"Mr. King! Mr. King!" the nurses yelled after him.
"He's checking out," I stated the obvious as I rushed after him, holding KJ.
Kendrick sped home with a furious look the whole time. We arrived home, and I pu
t KJ in his crib.
"Do you know where that nigga took you?" he asked.
"His apartment," I said in a low tone. He walked over to me and hugged me tight. He kissed all over my face and then my lips.
"Baby, I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you. But I promise you nothing will ever happen to you again. Not while I got air in my fucking lungs!" he said with a single tear rolling down his face. "Fuck!" he yelled and rubbed his hand over his face in frustration.
He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom, then began to undress me. He kneeled down in front of me, and stared and rubbed over the bruises and cuts he saw.
"Nic. I'm killing this nigga," he said in a calm tone. "Tonight," he said, looking up to see my expression.
He stood up and kissed me some more. He ran us a bath in the Jacuzzi tub, and made sure to use lavender in it. He undressed as I sat on the closed toilet and admired his toffee colored physique. He was beautiful.
"I actually like your new hairdo," I chuckled.
He chuckled too, and checked himself out in the mirror. He was butt naked with the gold chain I bought him on. He really wore it every day, like he said he would. His dick made my mouth water; it had been forever since I'd been with him. He went and got in our huge tub, and I turned up the baby monitor before walking over to join him.
"You're still just as beautiful as ever, even with all these marks that bitch ass nigga put on you." he said, making me blush. He bit his juicy lip, and reached his hand out for me to get in. I sat on the other end and he massaged my feet, which felt so damn good.
"I love you Kendrick. I missed you so much. I been having nightmares every night," I said with tears running down my face.
"I love you too baby girl, and it's okay, I'm here now. Come here," he said.
I slid over to him, and he cuddled me from behind. It felt so good and safe being in his arms in the hot bubble bath. I felt like nothing could touch me when I was with him, and so far, that was proven to be true. I turned towards him and kissed his lips. We kissed hard and passionately. He kissed my neck, then turned my body towards him to suck my nipple.
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