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A Dream Come True
December 28
^th
, 2018, 11:15
A.M
.

I was so glad that I was finished with that get-a-bitch-back shit. I was getting too old for that shit, and was about to retire as “king bitch.” They all got what they deserved.

And I definitely got what I deserved. A well-endowed man with money, power, and he could cook his ass off too.

When I got in the house last night, Wallace wasn't in the house yet, and I was glad. I had to wash the smell of burnt fish off of me before he got home. It was only about ten o'clock when I got in the house. Wallace usually didn't get in the house until about one or two in the morning. Which left me enough time to shower and clean up and dispose of the Taser and the gun. I put all of the clothes I used for this last act of vengeance in the dumpster along with all of the hurt I had endured in my life. Wallace was a dream come true, and I loved and wanted him forever.

I must have been awfully tired, because I didn't realize I had slept through his coming in last night.
Damn, I must have been spent.
Again, I was glad to leave that beat-a-bitch-down shit alone.

Wallace had the house smelling good. He must have gotten up early this morning and started cooking breakfast.

Before I could get out of the bed, my baby was walking in the room with a tray of food and a huge smile on his face.

“Hey, baby,” I said with an even bigger smile. It was a smile of love and adoration. I finally had a man that loved me and was always honest with me. “What do I owe this pleasure?”

He stopped in his tracks and did a little shimmy dance, all seductive, like he was a stripper with the tray in one hand. That really made me smile. He was so sexy, I wanted to pinch myself.

After his little dance, he instructed me to sit back as he placed the tray on the bed and pulled out an eating tray from under his bed. He pulled a silk napkin and placed it in the collar of my shirt, so I wouldn't mess up my silk pajamas.

“Baby, I don't know what I would do without you here when I come home from grinding in the streets.” He looked at me with his sexy eyes, a tear sliding down his face.

I wasn't one for the mushy stuff, but the moment had me about to shed a tear or two. “I know it was wrong, the ways I went about trying to get you, but know I am glad that I did it, because we wouldn't be together now, if I didn't.”

“I'ma go get my plate, so I can eat and talk to you about something.” He walked out of the room.

After we both ate, he immediately went into the kitchen to clean up the dishes. I laid back in the bed and watched cable until he returned.

In less than ten minutes, he was back in the room, on my side of the bed. He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth with a wet, passionate kiss.

“What was that for?” I asked, my dick rising fast in my pants. I was always ready for some dick, and now was a good time. I could stand to work off that good breakfast he just cooked me.

“Because I love you.”

“I—I love you too.” It was the first time I had said it to anyone in a long time. It felt strange, but right.

“Sit up for me, baby.” He looked deep into my eyes. “I don't know how to say this, so I'ma just do it.”

I did what was asked, a puzzled look on his face. All kinds of crazy shit was flowing through my head. Was he about to tell me he had a wife, and I was his side piece? That shit would be uncanny and definitely shocking. Or maybe he was HIV positive and had given it to me? Shit, I hated not having control of any situation.

“Well, baby, it's been a couple of months, and my life has been all the better with you in it. It feels so good to have a man to come home to that I know I ain't got to worry about you cheating on me. I just want you to know that I want you in my life forever and I want you to be in my life forever.”

When Wallace got down on one knee, like you see in the movies, and pulled out a black box, my eyes got as big as dollar coins. I was totally shocked, but I held my shit down. I wasn't going to be screaming like no bitch.

“James Parks, will you marry me?”

I immediately shook my head yes, and we embraced. It felt like, finally, my world was coming together. It was a dream come true.

He slid the ring on my finger and just gazed into the platinum band that fit perfectly on my ring finger.

“When we going to do this?” I said, a smile on my face.

“Well, I made reservations in Vermont at a bed-and-breakfast in two weeks, so we could get married and have a honeymoon all at once. I made my arrangements with my boys on the block to hold shit down while I was gone, so I could be with my boo. Here's some cash.” He placed a knot of money in my hands. “Go and get us some clothes we could wear for the ceremony and the rest of the week.” He kissed me on the cheek and left the house to take care of some business.

I walked around the house in a daze, excited and scared at the same time. Could I actually live with one person for a lifetime? I was willing to give it a try.

I was so amped up that morning, I had showered, shaved, and dressed within forty-five minutes and was out the door. I planned on getting the best clothes money could buy, because we were going to do it up in Vermont big time.

Two Weeks Later

The flight to Vermont was a very peaceful one. No turbulence or wild children crying out in displeasure. We had arrived at the bed-and-breakfast about twelve noon. I was taken aback by the wonderful décor of the plush close-to-the-mountains retreat. The air was fresh and crisp, unlike the stuffiness of Baltimore.

As soon as we walked into the room, it seemed like all my pain and fear was washed away. The thoughts of my past vanquished under the tranquility of the atmosphere. I was a little nervous about the ceremony, but that was probably the wedding morning jitters or something.

I went back outside and retrieved the last of the bags, while Wallace paid the taxi. I again stood in the middle of our cabin-like suite.

Wallace snuck up and grabbed me from behind. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in. “You ready to make this happen?” He started blowing and licking in my ears, seriously turning me on.

“Of course, baby.” I turned around and softly kissed him on his lips. They were so moist, I took another kiss.

I pulled away and walked toward what looked like the bedroom. He followed behind me as I grabbed a couple of bags along with me.

“Wow,” I said in awe of the heart-shaped bed adorned with large pillows the top. On the bed was a big basket filled with fruit, wine, and chocolate. I really wasn't a fan of red, but it was only for two weeks.

A single tear slid down my face as I thought all about the pain my first lover caused me. It was now that I realized that all the hate and rage I perpetrated against other people was needless. Here I was now with the man of my dreams. I'd said I would never love again, and here I was, about to jump the broom and pledge to spend a lifetime with one man. I deserved this, and I was truly going to go through with this and be happy forever.

As I reminisced, Wallace drew me back to the present with a kiss on the lips.

“I love you,” I whispered. It was true this time. I felt it deep down inside and I knew it was real, what I felt at that very moment. True love.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. It only lasted a couple of minutes, and we were out of there.

We spent almost the whole trip in our room fucking like rabbits and eating up a storm. I was going to enjoy life with him and I knew my being around made him the happiest man on earth.

Shortcomings
December 29
^th
, 2018, 11:30
P.M.

I was so emotionally exhausted when I woke up the next morning. I had mixed feelings about not talking to the kids about this whole paternity issue. I got up and walked around the house. It was Saturday, and everybody was gone out of the house.

I decided to do the same. I wasn't in the mood to be in the house cleaning and doing other various household things. I got dressed and made my way to the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat. I noticed two notes on the table, one from Ashley, the other from Shawn.

Ashley had taken Diana to the mall, and Shawn wasn't specific about his whereabouts. I assumed he was somewhere trying to get himself together. After the talk we had last night, I knew he had a lot to think about. I couldn't blame him for wanting to be alone to sort things out. He deserved that much, since we went through so much in the last decade.

Alex didn't leave a note, so I assumed he was out with his friends, or boyfriend. I shook my head at that thought again. How was I supposed to deal with this? Give him his privacy, or expose him and force him to alienate himself from his family? This shit was too much to deal with at one time.
Good thing Diana and Ashley are doing good and have very little issues. I'm so glad my girls are stable and responsible.

I decided I would go through my list of things that needed to be done just before the ceremony. I had to get my mind clear and get away just to cope with these things going on in my family.

I was out for about three hours before I had gotten tired and was ready to go home. When I got home, I was tired and hungry. Getting something to eat while I was out wasn't on my mind. I went straight toward the kitchen to get something to eat. It was about two o'clock in the afternoon, so everybody was still gone, or so I thought.

As I made my way toward the kitchen, I heard music coming from Alex's room in the basement. It wasn't that typical music that teens his age listen to, like rap and hip-hop, but some old-school music, like he was sure enough grooving.

“What in the hell is he doing down there?” I whispered to myself.

I leaned up against the door to see if I could hear anything. Nothing. The music was too loud to hear what was going on.

Against my gut feelings, I eased my hand around the doorknob, turned, and opened the door. The steps were carpeted, so I could not be heard coming down the stairs. There was a little hallway before I got to his room. I took my time, because I didn't know if I was ready to see what I hoped I wouldn't. It was now or never.

I peeked in his slightly open door, and what I saw blew my mind. My son was on the bed, pushing the large dildo I found in his dresser drawer into a girl on all fours, while he jerked on himself, and another girl was underneath the first girl as they performed oral sex on each other.

I could see the reason why he had to use the dildo on the two young girls. Let's just say, he had a shortcoming. He wasn't well endowed like either one of his “fathers.”

I silently mouthed, “Thank You, Jesus,” to myself.
My son isn't gay. He is just an under-endowed freak.

I stood there still in shock. I was glad he wasn't gay, but I wasn't letting him have a fuck-fest up in my house. Me and his father were doing the only fucking in this house.

“Alex!” I yelled as I entered his room. “What in the world do you think you are doing? Have you lost your mind?” I wanted to go over and hug him and his girlfriends, but I had to put on the pissed-off-momma act, to show him I meant business.

“Um, uh, uh, Ma,” he stuttered, trying to cover himself up. “I'm sorry. I—I—I thought you would be gone a little longer.”

“Oh, really?” I said, my arms folded. “I think you and your little tricks need to get the heck upstairs before I start doing bodily harm to all of you, okay!”

I made my way upstairs as they scrambled to get themselves dressed.

After about five minutes, they were upstairs and in the kitchen, where I was waiting for them. I chastised them all and sent the young ladies home.

I didn't even bother punishing Alex, because I was too overjoyed about the whole not-being-gay thing. I told him I wouldn't tell his father if he promised not to repeat what I saw in the basement, until he was married and out of my house.

Honey, I'm Home
January 11
^th
, 2019, 11:59
A.M
.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I jumped up from a deep sleep. And I was sleeping really good, you know, slobber running down the side of my face. I squinted my eyes at the clock that showed that it was only twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
Shit.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Who the fuck is it?” I moaned in disgust and pure laziness. I reached for the phone just to see who was ringing the hell out of it. I looked at it, pausing just to see if I wanted to deal with the caller, who I knew would call back again if I didn't answer it this time. I wasn't for it.

I was so tempted to roll back over and get me forty more winks of sleep that I so deserved. Well, not deserved. I didn't work, I just worked it, but nevertheless I was tired. Wallace and I had had a marvelous time in Vermont, and I was still reveling in the glory of it. It was a new year, and I wasn't for the foolishness. I was retired and was acting the part.

“Hello,” I answered annoyed and groggy.

“James! James!” Sherry yelled into the phone in a panicky tone. “Oh my God! James, I think Li'l Shawn is dead!” She said again even more exaggerated. “I gave him some Benadryl last night, and, and I think I gave him too much. I shook him this morning, and he didn't wake up. Oh, God! Oh, fuck! What am I going to do? I think I just killed my baby! Oh, God!” She burst into tears over the phone.

“You did what?” I yelled back at her. I couldn't believe this bitch done poisoned her kid. “Did you call the ambulance?” I said, calming down a little.

“No. I didn't know what to do. I don't want to go to jail, James. They gonna think I killed him on purpose. Oh my God!” She went back into her hysterics. “I can't go to jail! I'll kill myself first, James! I will!”

“Look, calm down,” I said as I got off the bed and went to my closet and pulled out something to put on for the journey across town to her house. “I'll be there in a little bit. Don't do anything until I get there.”

I hung up the phone, jumped in the shower, and made my way out the door to my car.

“Stupid bitch,” I mumbled to myself as I sped toward Sherry's apartment. “How in the hell do you overdose a child with Benadryl? You got to be ten times dumb to do some shit like this.”

Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up to the apartment complex and rushed in, hoping that her ass was lying and I could take my ass right back home.

I put my key in the door and walked in the apartment. It was totally quiet, except for a television I heard going in the bedroom. “Sherry?” I yelled out.

“I'm back hear, James!” she yelled back.

I walked to the bedroom in the back of the apartment. “So what in the-”
Wham!

I felt a crushing blow to the back of my head and immediately felt myself passing out.

 

I woke up with my arms and my legs bound to a chair and my mouth duct-taped. I was still a little groggy, and my head hurt like hell. I focused my eyes on a person standing before me. It was Sherry, her arms folded, and a wide smile across her face.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” she said, laughing in my face.

I didn't see anything funny. I was tied the hell up and wanted to know why.

“I guess you're wondering why in the hell you are tied up to a chair,” she said, as if reading my thoughts. “Well, cousin, for a long time, I was pissed at you for stealing Shawn away from me. He was my man, and you had a nerve to go and fuck him and steal him away from me.”

By this time, I was looking at the bitch like she was a certifiable lunatic. I even chuckled a little. I can't believe she thought I stole Shawn from her. Now I thought I was crazy, but she was crazy
and
delusional.

“I don't find a thing funny, muthafucka,” she hissed at me.

Again I chuckled, because she was truly dysfunctional. She tried to steal a married man from me and lost. I guess I would be angry too. She was beat even before she tried. Dummy-ass whore.

“You gonna pay for making my son a bastard.”

“Sherry, what in the hell is wrong with you? You done really gone off the deep edge this time. You's one crazy bitch.”

“It's seems like crazy runs in the family, James or Jerry, whatever the fuck you going by now.” She chuckled to herself.

“Girl, if you don't untie me right now, I won't be responsible for what I will do to you when I get loose. Besides, my man is in the car, and if I take too long, he'll coming looking for me.” Wallace was already out on the strip, and I was beginning to get a little scared, but I didn't let that shit show though.

“Ummmm-hmmm!” She let out a slight laugh. “You must think you are the smartest person alive. But I was time enough for you. No,
we
were time enough for you.”

I raised my eyebrows. “We?” I said to myself out loud.

“You can come in now,” she said out of nowhere. “Your ass thought you could just fuck people over and get away with it. Payback is here now, muthafucka.”

I was puzzled because this broad was talking like there was somebody else in here with us. I just shook my head in disgrace and pity for her.

To my surprise, there was somebody else in the apartment with her. Somebody I thought I would never see again. The person who had been stalking me with nasty phone calls, the notes on the car, the text messages, and trying to run me off the road. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Tyrone Jenkins, my first love, and the first one to break my heart.

I was truly shook. I hadn't seen or heard from him since I threw the brick through his living room window over thirteen years ago.

My eyes bugged out as he walked up toward me with a gun in hand. Tears began to swell up in my eyes. I feared this moment. It was as if the dreams I was having in jail were coming to pass and I could do nothing to stop it from happening.

“Hey, baby,” he said as he walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

I motioned my head the other way as tears of pain flowed freely. I was still hurt from the pain he'd caused me all those years back. I was quickly thrown into my past as pictures of our escapades flooded my mind and heart.

“I've been looking for you for the longest time.”

“Umm-hmm,” Sherry hummed, seconding his comment.

“Sherry and I bumped into each other into each other back in California a couple of months back, and she helped me devise a plan to get your home-wrecking ass back.”

Tyrone had an evil smile across his face. The hate was coming from his nostrils like a raging bull that had been seeing red for hours. He was ready to pounce, but I wasn't ready to die.

I vaguely remembered introducing him to Sherry one day when we were out at a restaurant on the other side of town from where he lived. We only did this a few times, when we felt like no one would recognize either one of us. To my surprise, she walked in the restaurant one day when we were out. I had no other choice than to introduce her to him as my friend. She knew I was gay, but I never let her know my business, especially who I was dating. I'd never thought that shit would come back to bite me in the ass today. Never.

Tyrone backed up and pointed the gun in his hand at me.

I pleaded with my eyes for him to spare me, but it seemed to be falling on deaf ears.

“Time's up!” He cocked the gun and added a silencer.

I closed my eyes tight, waiting for death.

Pop! Pop!

To my surprise, I felt my chest still pumping rapidly, but Sherry was dead. I looked at him in horror as blood covered the walls and some had managed to cover me as well. If I could have screamed, I would have, because his ass was truly heartless.

“Mmm.”
I shook my head in fear.

“I don't need any witnesses,” he said wiping the blood that had splattered on his face as well. “She was deadweight, and I didn't like her to start with.”

He walked over to her and kicked her body to see if she was indeed dead. She didn't move once, confirming his plan, and my fear.

He began pacing the floor. It looked like he was thinking of what to do next. I started trembling. I knew he was going to do the same thing to me.

“Jerry, all you had to do was walk away and leave me and my family alone. Yeah, I was wrong for using you the way I did, but you got something out of the deal as well. You got my attention whenever I felt like it, and you got this meat in yo ass a couple of good times. What more could you have asked of me? I was your everything, and you go and fuck it up by spazzing out on a brotha, exposing me to my family and shit. Got me put out of my house I was providing for in my own way. I was homeless for years until I found me a job and got my shit together. To this day, my wife won't let me see my kids, and it's all your fault.”

I couldn't believe he was so crazy to think I was to blame in this situation. He was cheating on his wife with me, lying to both of us, and I was to blame. Nutcase was all I could think of him right now. I don't know what I was thinking when I met him and decided to date him. I was indeed delusional for choosing his crazy ass. I couldn't blame no one but me.

“Why didn't you just walk away?”

No answer.

“Why?” he yelled.

He must have forgotten my mouth was taped up and I couldn't utter a single word.

“Why?” he yelled again, inches from my face.

I just shook my head in fear.

Wham!

He hit me across my face with the gun because I didn't answer his question. He hit me so hard, the chair fell over.

Tears again flowed out of my eyes. This time I felt a little deserving of the torture he was inflicting on me. My lip and my nose were now bleeding, and I looked back up at him, pleading with my eyes.

He walked away and turned quickly back toward me as if he was gonna take my life quickly. He hoisted me back up quickly and backhanded me until I saw stars. He stopped short, inches from my face, and ripped the tape from my mouth.

I started off with a plea with my first breath. “Tyrone, please don't do this. I'm truly sorry for the hurt I have caused you.”

“Really?” he said, oozing disbelief. “It's amazing how sorrowful someone gets when they about to die. Isn't it?”

“I really am, Tyrone. I love you. I have always loved you,” I lied. I hated his ass from the minute I found out my money was gone and he was married.

Wham! Wham!

“Bitch, stop lying!”

As blood trickled out of my mouth and nose, I decided to give it all I could, to save my life. It also flashed in my mind that he was probably the one who murdered Carl. I could see the look in his eyes that he was taking no prisoners and I was next on his shit list.

“Baby, I'm sorry if I hurt you. Come here so I can make it better.” I cooed with as much seduction as I could muster up. “You know I can make you feel better. Just let me do what I do best, baby. You know I'll make you feel good.”

He eased his way over to me slowly as he pulled out his Mini-Me dick and started yanking on it.

He stood in front of me, ready for me to work my magic. “You gonna make daddy feel good.” He was hard within seconds and proceeded to press his warm dick in my mouth.

“Uhh,” he moaned as I went to work. I tried to give him a blowjob that would soften his heart a little and save my life as well.

“Oh, yeah, baby, suck this big dick.” He grabbed the back of my head and fucked my face like a rabbit in heat.

I continued to suck as if my life depended on it, because it truly did. I couldn't fuck this up. I couldn't let this bastard end my life when it felt like I was just starting to live it.

He stopped abruptly, and I thought I saw a forgiving look. My heart skipped a beat, and fear made my stomach knot up.

He proceeded to untie me from the chair. Then he pulled me up and hugged me, embracing me with tenderness. He gently pulled me away and rubbed my face with the back of his hand.

I nuzzled it with as much affection as I could. It was now or never.

With the quickness, I kicked him in his balls and made a dash for the door, but somehow, he managed to aim the gun and shoot me in my right knee, sending me careening to the ground a few feet away from the door.

I was in so much pain, I couldn't even yell for help. I lay there helpless, trying to crawl toward the door. I looked up and saw him limping toward me, causing me to try a little harder to get to the door.

Just as I got to the door and was reaching up from the floor to turn the knob, I felt him pulling me back and dragging me across the carpeted floor toward the living room area of the apartment.

He bent down and hit me with the gun several more times to let me know he was serious.

“Ty—Ty—Tyrone. P—p—p—please don't do this.” I was spitting out blood and teeth, and my eye felt like it was out of its socket.

“It's too late,” he grumbled as he lifted me off the floor. “You just tried to run out on me again. I'm going to have to end it for both us right here and now.” He bent me over the couch and practically ripped my pants off of me.

I knew what he was about to do, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Tyrone forced himself in me and raped me, pumping and huffing and puffing for over ten minutes.

“Ahh! I'm about to cum.” He pulled out and let his seed drench my back. He then collapsed on top of me, trying to catch his breath.

I screamed, “Yes,” on the inside, knowing I had him where I wanted him. A man was at his weakest right after he climaxed.

“Didn't I tell you that I would make you feel better, daddy?” I said as docile and feminine as I could as I peered over my shoulder. “Baby, we don't have to part ever again. We can move to Canada and never look back.” I was breathing hard from the pain in my legs, and the pressure of his near 280 pounds pressed up on me.