Honey Flavored Tears (2 page)

“Thank you for helping me, and let me be the one to apol
ogize because I’m in a rush, it’s just one of those days you know,” I explained.

 
“Trust me, I can understand,” he said as he chuckled. “Where are you on your way to?” He asked as we stood up from the ground.

“Over to the libra
ry,” I replied. I know it’s not good to tell a stranger I just met where I’m going but he seemed like a good person. I got a good vibe from him right off the bat.

  “Oh ok I work there, I’m on my way there right now,” he replied. I paused in shock. “You work at the library?” I asked.

 
“Well damn you make it seem like that’s hard to believe,” he said with a smirk upon his face now.

   I chuckled as well and said, “Naw, I’m not saying that, but it’s just weird that you work there and I’ve never seen you.”

 
“I only work there few times a week, other days I’m working as a commissioner at a Verizon store.”

“Look at you, doing your thing out here.”

  “I have no choice, we in a damn recession,” he replied.

“I know, I’m just praying by the time I graduate from school the recession is over so I can easily get into my career without any problems,” I replied.

“Yeah I feel you. What are you majoring in?”

“Social Work, I want to go into the foster care field.”

“Oh ok that’s what’s up. Social workers don’t get paid much but they are very well needed in this country.”

“Yeah, I don’t even care about the
money; I just have a passion to make change in the younger generations to come.”

“That’s real good, I like the way you think. You know we need more females with a mentality like yours in this world.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied with a smile.

“And we need more males like you in the world who have brains and good looks.”

“I will definitely take that as a compliment.”

We were so wrapped up in our random conversation we didn’t realize we made it to the library so fast. I was even impressed that he carried my books and papers the whole way.

“Well looks like we’re here pretty mama,” he said. Usually when guys keep giving me compliments I get irritated because it seems like they are trying too hard to impress
me but with him it was okay.

“Yeah looks like we are,” I said.

  “I didn’t get your name.”

“
Jaidyn.”

“Quincy, nice to meet you.”

“Same to you,” I said. He took my hand and planted a gentle kiss on it. “Hope to see you around more often and if I see you by the third time you know what that means right?”

“What?” I asked.

“It will be the perfect time by then to exchange numbers.”

 
I shook my head laughing at this point. “We will see,” I said

“Alright.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Sure enough by the third time we ran into each other, we exchanged numbers. Our conversations lasted for hours; it seemed like we knew each other in another life time and were just catching up with each other again. That same day we met, my day that I thought was going to end as hell became like heaven. Luckily I got the paper in on time and I had printed an extra copy of my citations source paper off too.

 
Right then and there “Breakup” by Mario began playing from my phone and I knew exactly who it was.

“Hey boo, talk to me.”

“Heeeeey girl what you doing,” my friend Pierre said on the other end of the phone.  “Nothing much, just driving around downtown trying to clear my head but it’s not working because downtown just reminds me of when Quincy and I first met.”

Pierre sighed with aggravation in his tone at this point now. “Bitch, why are you even stressing over that no good ass nigga anyway? You gone cause yourself to slip into a grave by the end of this year.”

“Pierre I knooooow but it’s hard we had a lot of good times.”

 
“Trust me, I know girl, shit I know exactly what heart break feels like that’s why I pimp these niggas now, no love this way at all.”

“Well it will be a while before I can get back to that stage of not giving a fuck,” I replied.

“Girl what you need to do is bring yo pitiful ass home so we can drink and get fucked up, that way you won’t have to think about it.”

I couldn’t help but to smile. Pierre always knew what to say to get me through a rough time. “I’m on my way,” I replied as I hung up the phone and pressed the gas to get over to Gross Pointe to meet up with him.

                                                 
Chapter 2

                                            
Jaidyn's P.O.V.

"So what's been up with you?" I a
sked Pierre as we chilled in our apartment sipping on extra smooth Vodka mixed with slushy orange juice.

"Just working and going to the club every chance I get," Pierre replied.

"Boy you still go to Dream 4 down on the eastside of Detroit?" I asked.

"You know it, every nigga in that bitch know my name and want to get on," he replied while dancing on the couch, being his goofy self. Pierre and I have been joined at the hip since senior year at my old high school. He was blunt, down to earth, and genuine and didn't care what people thought of him. He was that person who lived on the edge by night and down to business by day. I loved him lik
e the brother I never had.

"You are something else," I replied while laughing.

"Girl you need to come with me one of these days; get your mind off of what's his face for real."

Pierre couldn't stand Quincy since day one. He always had a bad vibe about him but I think that's because he had a little crush on Quincy at one point and didn’t like the fact of getting rejected. To this day I think sometimes Pierre wishes Quincy was gay but he will never admit it. A handsome man like Quincy can turn both sexes' heads.

"I know, I know. But I can actually say I'm doing real well though. I've avoided his calls and texts for the last two weeks now.”

“That’s real good to hear Jai but obviously you can’t stop thinking about him because if you did you wouldn’t still be keeping count of the last time you talked to him.” I couldn’t help but to sigh deeply. Everything that Pierre was saying was sooo true. If my mother were still living right now she would tell me the exact same thing.

“Come here girl, you know I hate to see you looking so pitiful,” Pierre said as he pulled me close while rolling his eyes playfully. I cried silently as he caressed his fingers across my thick wavy sandy brown hair.

I grew up without a father figure in my life by choice. My sperm donor Kevin White couldn’t and wouldn’t be a father if you paid him all the money in the world to be. My mother passed away when I was ten, she was murdered by one of her boyfriends. She was the type to have more than one male friend because she felt since no one was putting a ring on it she didn’t belong to anyone. Well apparently this man couldn’t stand the fact of sharing her and showed her if he couldn’t have her no one else could. It was hard for me to understand and deal with at first but as I got older my strength and knowledge of what happened became clearer to me. My mother tried her hardest to show me right from wrong but it was hard for her to do that because she was still learning right from wrong herself. My grandmother Evelyn Henderson was the one who raised me to be the strong woman that I am today. We had a connection so close it’s like she gave birth to me herself. She passed away two years ago of stomach cancer. I felt like giving up back then but Pierre pushed me to keep going. He was all I had left. I thought I had Quincy by my side as well but I guess not. God brings people into our lives for certain reasons. I’ll probably never know what Quincy’s reason was for being in my life but I can say God brought Pierre into my life at the right time, to be a part of my backbone to help me get through.

  
My body was drenched with sweat but he didn’t care. He traced his tongue up and down my body as if he was trying to find my orgasm physically. Moans escaped my mouth as he entered himself inside of me with force, but passion. He held me like he wanted no one else to have me and began thrusting and pounding my pussy with a medium pace. I dug my nails into his skin so deeply, and wrapped my legs around his back wanting him to go deeper. This feeling was too good to let go of. Once he found my spot he kept going nonstop, my heart felt like it was about to burst and my eyes grew wide as I felt myself about to explode on his dick…

  
I woke up drenched in sweat with my panties feeling damp. I looked around me and realized I was still at my apartment, hanging halfway off the couch. It was 11:00 at night and I knew I couldn’t go to sleep after that dream. Pierre was right, my mind was still focused on Quincy. I wouldn’t allow myself to get over him, we had been through so much and I just couldn’t throw it away. I knew there was only one way I could help myself to get over him and this dream and that was to call
HIM.
I reached over and grabbed my cell phone quickly dialing out his digits, hating that I had to put myself through this but it was the only way I could help myself to get through.     “Hello,” his deep voice said into the phone. I wasn’t expecting him to be up, it’s like he was waiting for my call the way he picked up so fast. I was hesitant for a minute to even say anything on the phone.

 
“Hello,” he said again, I could hear the irritation in his voice this time. I cleared my throat and said, “H—hey how are you?”

There was a pause on the other end. I could almost hear him crack a smile like he knew he had me where he wanted me again but it wasn’t that type of party. “It’s been quite some time…what made you decide to call me?” He asked in a cocky tone.

“I need to see you,” I said getting straight to the point.

“Come through then.”

 
  I hung up the phone while continuously calling myself stupid but I didn’t care I needed this. I crept over to Pierre’s room to see if he was even here and to my surprise he was knocked out in his bedroom. I shook my head and grinned. I guess all that partying he be doing is finally catching up to him. “Goodnight Pierre,” I whispered as I quietly closed his door.

I gathered up my belongings and left the apartment quickly.

 
I did 80 on the freeway just to get to him. It’s crazy that someone who I want nothing to do with still has this control over me. Ten minutes later I was pulling up in downtown Detroit to his apartments.

  
I texted him saying I was outside. A couple of seconds later he buzzed me in. I walked up to the third floor and the closer I got to his door my heart pounded against my chest, probably telling me to get the hell out of there, but I didn’t listen. I knocked on his door three times and as he opened the door, I felt like fainting. He stood there naked waiting for me like I thought he would.

“What’s up beautiful…I knew you couldn’t stay away too long,” he said.

“Yeah I know Isaiah,” was all I could say. I didn’t want to tell him too much to geek his head up. I just wanted to get what I wanted from him then leave.

“Come on in,” he said as he moved out of the doorway. I bit my bottom lip and walked in realizing I came all this way no need to regret it.

 
If Pierre knew I was over here he would kill me. Isaiah was bad news. Before I met Quincy, Isaiah came along and I thought he was my prince charming but I must’ve bumped my head and forgot life is not a fairytale. We had that love hate relationship, one where he became obsessed with me and he didn’t want anyone else to have me. Every time I looked up he was around. I was scared of him but I didn’t leave because I felt like this is what I deserved; someone who loved me more than I loved them. Yeah I must admit it seems like a good feeling at first but it isn’t a good feeling period. I can admit Isaiah never cheated on me, half the time he was too busy threatening and choking me up just for thinking that I was cheating. I had to get out, took me a year and three months to leave. I had to change my number, get my grandmother’s number changed as well even move to a new city. Seeing that I had to go through all of this…didn’t even seem to faze me because here I am making love to him, putting all of my energy into it. It’s like I needed for that dream to come true and I wanted it to be Quincy that I was doing this with but you can’t get everything you want in life.