by Nicety
After closing and dead bolting the door behind me, I stripped down to my bra and panties leaving everything on the floor by the door. I was hungry as shit but all I could think about was getting in the shower, crawling in the bed and going to sleep until my baby started crying for his morning bottle.
I went in the bathroom to turn on the shower then headed into the bedroom to fetch me some shorts and a tank to sleep in. But when I tried to enter the room the door was damn near barricaded with clothes stacked up behind it. I had to literally bust my way through the door. And, that’s when I found him. The two of them, snuggled up in the bed butt naked like they were the perfect fucking couple.
The both of them were past out sleeping soundly. The son of a bitch didn’t even have the audacity to wake up and see what the fuck was going on. Neither of them did. No noise seemed to disturb them. I covered my mouth with both hands as tears of frustration, anger and pain watered my eyes. I didn’t know what to say or do in that moment. This motherfucka was cuddled in my bed with a bitch who was babysitting my son on a regular. Apparently, she was more interested in taking care of my man's dick instead.
There were lines of coke on a plate on the nightstand next to bed as if he had set them up there to do as a morning wake and bake. I couldn’t believe he was on that shit again. He had told me once Keylan was born that he was done with that shit and would never touch it again. I see that was just another one of his many lies.
He said he would be committed to me and only me and that he was done with all of the cheating and sexing around. I believed him. I wanted to believe him because I loved him with ever fiber of my being. But I was sick of it, sick of being his personal fucking doormat and living my life walking on pins and needles around him.
The sheets and blankets were once again on the floor. His lazy ass wanted to fuck in the bed but didn’t want to wash the sheets to kill the evidence. Bridgette stirred in the bed as he placed his arm around her spooning even further with her ass cupped into him. I was frozen in time for a few minutes before something clicked in my head and I was out of there, closing the door behind me in a flash.
Like lightening, I was back in the living room sliding my clothes back on and searched quickly for Keylan’s milk, baby food, and diapers. Once I had his Cookie Monster baby bag together, I eased in his room to pick him up, trying not to startle him. I swaddled him in one of his big Elmo blankets and slung the baby bag around my neck.
Tiptoeing to the front door, I held my son close to my chest before taking one last look around at the home I tried to build for him. It was fucked up because all I could think about was the hurt and the pain that I had been through the entire time. I was over it even if it would take me some time to get over him.
In the car, I put Keylan in his car seat then hopped behind the wheel crying my eyes out. My soul was crushed beyond recognition. I buried my face in my hands wondering where did I go wrong. Why couldn’t I make him happy? Why was I never good enough for him?
All of the dumbest questions played over and over in my head, but they were irrelevant. It was just my insecurities working overtime to keep me down and complacent with his bullshit. As I struggled back and forth with my feelings, I realized I didn’t have much of anything for Keylan and I to live off of. Swallowing my pride, I thought of the only person I knew who could help us start over until I was able to get back on my feet.
“Please answer the fucking phone. Please answer…,” I chanted repeatedly rocking back and forth nervously in my seat.
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The voicemail came on and I immediately hung up to dial again but was greeted with the same thing. Panic began to set in as Keylan stirred under his blanket in the car seat. It was only a matter of time before he began hollering at the top of his lungs for a bottle.
Scrolling through my phone, I dialed the one number I was trying to avoid calling. Asking for help felt like I was being a charity case upon people. I hated showing any kind of vulnerability but I was dead broke with a fourth tank of gas and with a baby in the backseat. I had to do something and fast before David noticed we were gone.
"Hey Ox," I said as he groggily answered the phone. "I'm sorry to call you so early but-"
"Aye, fuck all that," he coughed. "What's wrong?"
"Um, well I left him. I left David and I tried to call my sister but she's not answering the phone. It's just I have nowhere to go and I've got my son in the car and I was wondering if-"
"Can you make it here or you need a ride?" He interrupted.
"Uh, um naw I have my car. I can make it to you." I hated that I stuttered when I was nervous.
"I'll see you when you get here then."
With that he hung up and I started the car as I tossed my phone in the passenger seat. Keylan was now wide awake and cooing as he played with his blanket. I stared at him lovingly realizing that even though it would hurt my heart like hell in the beginning, I was making the best choice for him. I was delusional to think that being with David was the safest environment for my son.
As soon as I turned around and put the car in drive, David snatched open the driver's side door yanking me up out of my seat by my hair. Scratching at his hands, I tried to draw blood just to get him to let go of me. He was mumbling bullshit as he pulled me across the lot then climbed on top of me, beating me in my head. I shielded my face with my arms but his blows were quick and calculated.
“Where the fuck did you think you was going? Huh? You thought you was leaving me, bitch? Huh?” Spit flew from his lips onto my skin. “I own you bitch. You can’t leave me. I’m your motherfucking master.”
“David, stop. Please.” I pulled at his hands, trying to kick the shit out of him. All I could hope was that someone, anyone would walk past and help me. “Just leave me alone. Somebody help me.”
“Leave you alone? Bitch. And, it's early as fuck. Ain't nobody out here to save you and even if they was I'd drop their ass too. I don’t know where you’ve been growing these balls from but I’m gonna break them motherfuckas today.”
David reached down to wrap his hands around my throat but I fought him off with everything I had. A shot of adrenaline rushed through me. My feet kicked up aiming right for his junk yet missing every time. In the distance, a crash and crumble echoed though the parking lot. We stopped our struggle bolting our view in the direction of the crash, noticing my car crashed into a portion of the metal gate surrounding the parking lot. I forgot the car was still running and in drive when David snatched me out of it.
“Keylan,” I screamed, gaining strength from somewhere shoving him up off of me before rushing over to check on my son. “Keylan, baby mommy’s here. It’s okay.”
Keylan was crying from the shock of the crash as I removed the straps of his car seat. The accident wasn’t bad and didn’t cause any major damage but it was enough to get him crying and feeling uneasy. David sprinted over to me shoving my head into the armrest repeatedly. I tried to shield Keylan from his blows making sure he didn’t get hurt in any way. With one hand, I tried to fight David off but he was beating me through whatever drug or adrenaline was rushing through his body. The menacing look in his eye told me he didn’t give a damn about me or how I felt about what he was doing to me.
“Stop fucking hitting me. I’ve got your son in my hands, David.” I shoved him away.
“Fuck you and that damn baby. I bet you that motherfucka ain’t even mine,” he shouted continuously shoving my head into the floor of the car so hard that my headache began to mutate into a migraine.
“I said stop, got dammit.” My leg came up kneeing him so hard in his dick that he bowed over in agony before backing off me and dropping to the ground.
“Bitch, I’m gonna kill you.”
“You’d better not ever come near me or Keylan again or else I’m gonna kill you. You got that motherfucka?” As I spoke, I stumped him in the face three times hard as hell to keep him down.
I didn’t even bother strapping
Keylan in his car seat. I needed to get out of there fast before David found strength to get up off the ground and attack us again. If I didn’t get out of there in time he would definitely kill us for sure right there in the lot. I placed Keylan in my lap and strapped the seat belt around the both of us quickly.
He would have to sit there until I got far enough away that I was able to put him back in his car seat again. As I backed the car up, I could see David trying to get his mind together enough to get up.
Whipping the car in drive, I immediately sped off as David rose to his feet and lunged at the car beating on the trunk wildly and yelling how much of a bitch I was for this. I screamed horribly with tears shooting down my cheeks hoping he would just leave us the fuck alone. I swerved left and right hoping to get him off of the car. I turned the corner out of the gate and on to King Drive noticing in the rearview mirror that he had fallen off the back of the car, rolling onto the pavement.
He was shouting obscenities but I was out. I screeched those tires so hard and skipped three red lights just to get away from him. It was only a matter of time before he hopped in his car and came looking for us. But as I slowed my hyperventilated crying trying not to scare my son anymore than he already was, all I could hope was that the sanctuary that was offered to me also came with full body protection.
Violet
Vega lay next to me, his body pressed closely next to mine. It was his first night spent with me. None of my other men had ever spent the night with me and it was for good reason. I wasn't putting out any pussy so they didn’t feel the need to stay any longer than it benefited them. I looked into his beautiful golden face and thought he looked like a picture of heaven.
He was truly an angel sent from God to save me from all the bullshit of the world. Our naked flesh caressed one another as if it were meant to be one. We fit together so perfectly, he and I. He was a doctor and right at that moment, I decided that I wanted my major to be pre-med. I wanted to be a doctor too just like the man who was quickly gaining control of my heart. We would be the ultimate power couple, he and I.
“Hello?” I answered my ringing phone getting out the bed so as not to disturb Vega’s sleeping. “What’s good Cookie?”
“Some man came by here looking for you,” Cookie breathed through the phone.
“Cookie, I don’t have time for this shit. It’s nine o’clock in the morning. It’s too early to be calling me with bill collector shit.” I was slowly becoming angry that I even answered her call.
“He wasn’t no damn bill collector, Violet. He said he was an old teacher of yours. He came snooping around trying to find out everything he could about you. At least that’s what it seemed like. He kept probing me for shit.”
“How long was he there for? What did you tell him ma?” Immediately I knew she was talking about Adrial.
“He was here for about thirty minutes and I didn’t tell him shit. What do you think I’m stupid or something? Sheesh,” Cookie smacked into the phone.
“What did you tell him Cookie? I know you blabbed off your fat fucking mouth, so just tell me what the hell you told him already,” I snapped.
“I’m telling your bird brain ass that I didn’t tell him shit. Now you either take that shit or leave it got dammit,” Cookie huffed before stuffing her face. “Aye, I didn’t have to call your ass and tell you shit.”
“Alright listen, if he comes back just tell him I’ve got a fucking restraining order on him and that you’re gonna call the police. Got it?” I instructed.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You need to keep your hoes in check and then you wouldn’t be having this problem.”
“Oh and you’ve got your shit together while bitches are showing up to fight you at your own crib. Yeah, you’ve got it all figured out.” I swear I hated talking to her most times. “Just do what I asked you to do.”
My fingers couldn’t hang up fast enough. She irked the shit out of me but I had no time to focus on her. Adrial was coming too close to me, threatening to fuck up the very thing I had going with Vega. I couldn’t risk losing him, not now, not ever. He was quickly becoming everything to me. I had given him a small part of me that I hadn’t given anyone else and I’d be damned if anyone tried to take that from me.
Back in the room, Vega had stirred in the bed but he was still sleeping. Carefully, I checked underneath the bed in my shoebox for the gun I had stolen from Cookie weeks ago. The black revolver was fully loaded and ready. I wasn't above killing a nigga if he put his hands on me again, no matter how much love I felt for them. As I closed the box sliding it back underneath the bed, my eyes locked with Vega’s.
“You’re awake, sleepy head. How do you feel?” I smiled climbing in the bed next to him snuggling in his warm embrace.
“Hmm. What time is it?”
“I don’t know. It’s early, like nine something,” I snickered. “Are you late for the hospital, doctor?”
“Naw, think I’m going to take a personal day today,” he smiled back at me gazing into my eyes as if he had something special planned.
I swear I hoped he did. Last night was the most magical experience I ever had in my entire life. My body was completely naked on the bed. I giggled as he traced kisses down my neck gently while I reached up running all of my fingers over his head. He danced his fingers all the way down to my sizzling opening.
The tingling sensation my clit felt when he pulled open my lady lips and planted his index finger on the covert fortune of my pearl felt like everlasting bliss. My whole body trembled in ecstasy, my back arched as my tits bounced and my legs spread wide inviting him to enjoy all of me. He wrapped his lips around my tits, hovering over each of my nipples, moving back and forth sucking each small dark pointer playfully.
The flickering of his finger against my pearl sent my body into overdrive. My stomach quivered tremendously. My whole body vibrated feverishly as I panted for more. Masturbating to porn for years hadn’t prepared me for what Vega did to me. I must’ve screamed a thousand tons of pleasure when I squirted onto his fingers.
The more I did it the faster he went. He flickered his fingers so fast on my clit that my head was literally dizzy from lightheadedness. I squealed in uncontrollable bliss as I held my thighs open to show him that even though I thought I would explode, I wasn’t backing down.
Besides, even if I wanted to there was nowhere for me to run or nowhere for me to hide. My lust for Vega was on its way in full force and all I wanted to do was enjoy it. He stroked my hair, from my forehead to where my head hit the bed amorously. He sweetly gave me forehead kisses until I slowed my breathing attempting to gain my composure as his hand gradually massaged the juices flowing out of me.
Everything he did felt oh so nice. But once he whispered in my ear ‘you like that baby’ I was gone in the head. I wanted to have sex badly as fuck after that. I was ready to just hand my virginity over to him on a silver platter. Never before had I ever let a man get that close to me.
After dinner last night, we came back here to watch a movie. Instead, I stripped down to nothing in the bathroom, freshened up, then came out hoping to entice him into being the first one to break my virginity. I didn’t want to tell him that I was a virgin because I didn’t want to scare him away. But he was such a gentleman. He said that there was no need to rush into having sex since we were having so much fun getting to know each other.
He said that the oral I had been giving him blew his mind and he was a lucky man to be receiving it. So, to thank me, he agreed to play with my clit until I came to give me a preview of what would be in-store once we finally fucked. I swear, I couldn’t wait but I would most definitely be as patient as I needed to.
“I love being wrapped up under you like this. It just seems like such a stress free environment when I’m with you,” he said burying his head in my chest.
Massaging his head deep tissue style, his phone began to ring. He rolled over checking the caller ID as it sat on the nightstand. The face he made once he caught wind o
f the number was of disgust. I pulled him back over to me, shoving his head gently back down to my tits, his safe haven.
Like a baby, he snuggled into them like it was the greatest place on earth. His strong hands wrapped around my body squeezing every crevice of my voluptuous ass. I gyrated against him hoping he would get the drift that I wanted some more action from him. Yet again, his phone sounded off.
“Hello?” He answered annoyed by the caller.
Giggling, I ran my hands underneath his polo shirt against the ripples of his chiseled chest. This man was so sexy that all I did was think of him and my pussy got wet. I was a virgin but I wasn’t dead. I was horny as fuck and stayed that way but was only willing to give it up to the man I knew was going to take care of me for the rest of my life.
In hindsight, that’s really the only reason I came to college. To find a man with a promising future or at least a trust fund who would be willing to spend on me forever. Working a career was not really my thing. I was better at being a trophy wife not a whore of many like my damn momma. I snapped out of my daydream of a lavish life with Vega to notice that he was sitting up in the bed with a serious look on his face.
“Alright. Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.” He hung up the phone, jumping up from the bed. “Aye, I’ve gotta go.”
“Awe, so soon? I thought we were going to spend the day together,” I pouted being sure not to over do it on some spoiled shit.
“Yeah, I thought so too but there was an emergency. So I have to go.” Vega leaned over as he fixed his clothes to give me another forehead kiss.
“Will you call me later?”
“You know I will.” His voice sounded so sexy.
My heart fluttered. He tickled under my chin a bit before giving me a peck on the lips and heading out in a hurry. Instantly, I began to miss him. My feelings for him seemed to be growing at twice the speed of the average relationship but it was for good reason. He was a good man who knew what he wanted and didn’t play games. Any woman would be lucky to have someone like him on their arm. We never got a chance to talk about his past relationships and frankly I didn’t give a shit about them. They weren’t woman enough to handle a great catch like him so it was their loss and my gain. I stared up at the ceiling realizing how great it would be to be Mrs. Vega Smart.