I Never Said I Was a Good Girl (11 page)

I kiss him, grabbing and rubbing his ever growing member, and tell him,
“I am now that I have my hands on this.”

He moaned and kisses me deeper than the first time. Then he sits back up behind the wheel, adjusting his package as he does so.
“I need you to behave so I can get you to your appointment. Or we can just get arrested for public indecency and do it right here in front of your shop,”
he says, only half kidding.

I laugh and tell him,
“I can tone it down for a little while but I can’t make any promises as to what may happen when we get home.”

He drops me off at the apartment and I meet with the rental agent to return the keys and complete my walk through. Everything goes fine except that I am going to have to pay out the last six months of my lease. I’m so happy that this was all on the verge to being over; I write the check right then and there.

I walk down the three flights of stairs for the last time and go around the back to the parking lot to get Pane. I’m so happy that I am now free from this apartment, from this neighborhood and from this dreaded parking lot that I feel like I’m floating. Not even today’s drama can bring me down.

I almost walk right by Pane because I don’t recognize him with the word ‘BITCH’ written in capital letters in purple spray paint down the driver’s side. ‘THE END IS NEAR’ is spray painted on the front windshield. I stop and look around to see if I am alone or if someone is watching me. I don’t notice anyone hanging around watching me, but I really feel like someone is watching this scene unfold. I walk around to the passenger side and see that ‘CUNT’ is written there!

I can’t believe that someone has vandalized Pane like this! How was I going to get home? How am I going to keep this hidden from Omari? Who did this? Chyna? Zurich? KaTasha? Havoc?

My mind starts running a mile a minute with scary thought after scary thought. My hands are now shaking like they were the morning that I opened the shop. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up and it is becoming extremely hard for me to keep from throwing up. I start to feel like I can’t breathe when I think about driving through town in Omari’s car while Pane was being injured and violated and that makes my knees buckle. I grab onto the trunk to keep from falling.

I finally calm down enough to remember that I could call a cab. I decide to leave Pane there and take a cab home. I would send a tow truck to get him in the morning and take him to the body shop. And then I would be able to bring Pane home. I decide that since I had a two car garage, I am going to keep Pane. He is like my brother. He has been there for me for the good and bad times when no one else was around. Pane has been the only constant thing I have had in my life since the day I purchased him, so why should I kick him to the curb?

I walked back to the front of the apartment building and leaned against the corner of the building until my cab pulls up. On the ride to my house, I began to pull myself together. I need to act as normal as possible so that I didn’t have to let Omari know what has happened just yet. I have no clue as to what I am going to say, but whatever it is I had to make it believable.

The list of potential suspects seems to be steadily increasing. However, I really didn’t think that it was KaTasha because she didn’t know where I lived. I honestly don’t think it was Chyna or Zurich either. They were probably somewhere screwing. Chyna was hoping she could fuck Zurich into loving her and Zurich thinking that by continuing to fuck her he would be able to be around me. Havoc was really the only real suspect for this but who the hell is that?

The cab pulls up in the driveway. I pay the driver just as Omari opens the front door and comes rushing out, shirtless, once he sees it is me in the cab. “
Brazille are you okay? Why are you in a cab? Why didn’t you call me? Where…”
he was talking so fast he was out of breath. I kiss him just to get him to shut up.

“I am fine O! Calm down please! Pane wouldn’t start so I just called a cab.” I lied.

“Who the hell is Pane?!”
he ask angrily.

I smiled and touched his face.
“My old car,”
I explain.

He has to laugh at himself once it registers that I wasn’t talking about another man. I kissed him again, this time on his cheek, and leaned on him so my breasts can press up against his chest as I stand on my tip toes.

“Why wouldn’t you call me to come and pick you up if your car, Pane or whatever, wouldn’t start?” This is what I be talking about. You act way to single!”
Omari continues to complain.

“Actually it is called being independent, not ‘acting single’. And I knew you would be here with your shirt off and I wanted you to stay that way so I didn’t want you to come and get me.”
I tell him.

I run my nails across his broad chest and softly kiss his bicep.
“Brazille are you trying to get sexed down right here in the driveway?”
he asks, breathing rapidly. I nibble on his right nipple for a few seconds as an answer before I grab his hand and pull him towards the front door.

Chapter 22: Havoc

The fact that I had found a hobby to occupy my time until it’s time to deal with Brazille was right, left me reviewing tapes of Brazille’s daily activities after the fact. There was no time stamp on my videos so I didn’t know how long it had been since the things I watch happened but I actually didn’t care because I wasn’t trying to run her life. I was just going to end her life.

I am really only skimming through the video not thinking I am going to find anything major when I see Brazille and Mr. Fuck Her Right standing in the kitchen surrounded by a whole bunch of bags and large storage containers. I know this nigga isn’t moving in because that would really complicate things for me. I rewind the footage a little so that I can try to figure out what is going on.

I stand up and begin pacing back and forth in front of the computer as they hug each other. I can feel my nails as they dig into the palms of my hands. My steps begin to slow down until they stop completely when I see that this fool is carrying the bags and storage containers out of the apartment. “The fuck??!” I said out loud. “What the hell is going on?”

They grab the last of the bags and walk off camera exiting the apartment I assume.

I press rewind to see if I missed something and I noticed that I had skipped right by Brazille packing up her clothes out of the closets and empting her dresser drawers. “
This bitch is moving! Shit!”
I scream, pounding my fists on the top of the computer desk.

Damn it! The cameras, I need to get them back. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yell into the empty apartment. I fast forward to see if she took the cameras with her unknowingly when she packed up. I press fast forward to see if anyone packed up the curtains from the kitchen and bedroom or plant out the bathroom. I hold my breath praying that she had left them and that I would have a chance to sneak over and get my cameras back. Maybe this isn’t so bad.

I damn near pass out when I press play and see a moving company come in and pack up all the remaining items Brazille had left behind. I know they’ve packed the cameras away as well when I start seeing the footage from each room fade to black.

I couldn’t believe this shit! I NEVER thought about what I would do if she moved. Now she is going to know that I was in her apartment once she unpacks her things and spots the cameras! Fuck!

All I can do is hope that she doesn’t notice the cameras and this will allow me time to improvise.

This bitch is truly testing my patience. I go to the window and look over at what use to be Brazille’s apartment and see there are no lights on at all. I punch the wall as I look over the parking lot. I grit my teeth thinking about how all this could be shot to hell with this bitch upping and moving.

I stand in front of the window and take my cell out of my pocket and dial her number. She answers on the first ring so I already know she is pissed.
“How can you be so sloppy?! She moved and you didn’t even have a clue! If you can’t complete the assignment then let me know so I can hire someone else. I need this bitch taken care of!”

“I got this. It is just a small hiccup in our plan. Calm down.”

“I will calm down when the job is DONE.”

Suddenly something interesting catches my eye. I end the call without even saying goodbye. I see a Toyota Corolla sitting in the parking lot. I think that is Brazille’s car but if she is not at her apartment why would her car still be in this parking lot? Maybe out of anger I was seeing things. I decide to go down and take a better look.

I go out the front door of what used to be “our” apartment building and enter the parking lot. I walked up the aisle that I saw the Toyota in and stopped when I get to it. I look at the license plate and confirm that it is her car.

I survey the parking lot which is normally quiet at this time and is always dark because most of the lights don’t work. I had been thinking about defacing her precious shop window, but felt I would be setting myself up to be caught because it was in a very upscale business area and there are too many people milling around for no one to see me. So I had purchased some purple spray paint for the mural I wanted to paint for her when I decided I couldn’t attack the shop. Now that her car was here that was even better.

I want to see Miss ‘Keep Everything Under Wraps’, Miss Always in Control of her Image and Composure ride through ATL with Bitch and Cunt spray painted on her car. I laugh as I finished the message on the front windshield. I don’t even hear myself as I mutter under my breath, “Fuck you, you motherfucking lying fuck.”

Chapter 23: The Discovery

I was so emotionally spent from finding Pane in the condition he was in, but I had to absolutely drain the last drop of energy from my soul to calm Omari down because the questions were killing me. I really wasn’t in the mood for sex but I managed to give him the blow job of a lifetime which, thanks to the heavens up above, put his ass out like a light.

I really didn’t want to reveal any more of my past to him than I absolutely had to right now. I don’t even know who is stalking me so I definitely don’t know the reason. If Omari finds out now that someone is stalking me then there is no telling what he may find out about my past and that, to me, is even more terrifying than Havoc.

Once I find out who it is, and what their gripe with me is, then I can make a decision on whether I want to clue Omari in on the situation. For now, I’ll deal with it as best I can. The only way I know how to deal: by myself.

I have scheduled for the Goodwill, on Abernathy Blvd, to come pick up my old bedroom, kitchen, and living room sets. I am also donating my old fridge and stove. I am in the process of ordering all new furniture, and the stove and fridge at the house were brand new and included with the cost of the house, so I no longer need the stove and fridge from the apartment.

I feel good about giving my old items to Goodwill because there wasn’t a time long ago when I was in need and had to struggle to get such simple necessities. I felt like this would be just the boost someone in a similar situation may need and I know how much this would have meant to me when I was at my lowest.

I contemplate going downstairs to the garage to begin to go through the boxes in there so I can start to get that tedious task out the way. I look over at Omari snoring quietly beside me and decide there is no better time than right now.

I slip on my white silk robe and matching house shoes and make my way to the garage. I open the garage door and turn on the bright overhead lights. I stand there surveying all the work in front of me and start to feel overwhelmed until I realize this will be a great distraction from what happened earlier.

I descend down the three steps into the garage and begin going through boxes. I decide to start with the kitchen stuff. I put away the little bit of silverware, pots, pans, and glasses I have. I didn’t have much since it was only me and I never entertained any guests, except Chyna, so it only took me a few minutes to put that stuff away temporarily. I am only going to keep this mismatched stuff until my Juliska Berry and Thread Heart Canopy china set for twelve arrives.

I couldn’t wait for it to get here. It was going to look so nice in my overhead cabinets. The cabinets were black with glass doors so the white was surely going to stand out against that black background. I stood there looking up at the cabinets for a few seconds loving the choice I had made in picking those glass doors.

I left the desktop computer boxed up because I have already purchased a MacBook laptop for myself. I figure I could give away the Dell to Goodwill as well.

The rest of the boxes are filled with clothes, shoes, purses, jewelry, and books so I would bribe Omari later to haul them up to the master bedroom when he gets up. ‘I’m sure that I can think of suitable payment,’ I think to myself, smiling.

I slowly turn around in the middle of the garage, happy about my progress, when I notice a little bathroom box I had missed. I walk over and decides that I will put the fake pot of white calla lilies in the half bathroom and I will put the toiletries from the apartment under the sink in there as well. I picked up the box and carried it to the bathroom. I put the toilet tissue, toothpaste and soap in the cabinet under the sink and sat the plant on the counter along with some mouth wash. I begin to turn it, trying to see which angle I like best, repositioning the stems and leaves, when I notice something small and black. I recognize this device and what it is used for because I had the same type of camera installed at the salon! It was what helped me bust KaTasha’s thieving ass!

Who the fuck put this in my plant? Better yet when did they put it in my plant? It would have had to have been there in my old apartment, right? When was someone able to do this? How long have they been watching me?!

The bathroom begins to spin. Thank goodness I was near the toilet because I leaned over the bowl just in time to keep my vomit from hitting the floor. After the dry heaves stop, I flush the toilet and put the cover down and sit on top of it.

I try to get my bearings but the questions keep flooding my thoughts. How many cameras were there? What had they seen? I put my head in my hands as I wonder could Omari have done this…

I think back on the two visits he had made to my apartment. The first time we were together the whole time. We ate dinner, had some amazing sex and then I walked him out. The second time he only came in the kitchen and moved my stuff out for me. I was pretty confident it wasn’t him.

It has to be Havoc. That thought made me jump up and lift the cover so I could vomit again and again and again. That meant that this asshole had broken into my apartment and installed who knows how many cameras! Havoc probably did it the night he left that goddamned rose on my front doorstep! Oh! I should have known they would have left more then just that dead rose! Fuck! If they installed the camera that night they probably saw me and Omari fucking that night! Now my hands were shaking.

I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth out with the mouthwash I had just placed on the counter top minutes before. I picked up the camera and the empty box and go back to the garage.

I take one of my wedge heels and beat the shit out of the camera. I smash it so bad the pieces are barely visible on the concrete floor. I walked over to the empty kitchen box and picked it up to break it down to put it in the trash when I see another camera slide across the bottom of the box. I take that one out and smash it up as well. I grabbed the broom and sweep up the tiny particles and dumped them in the trash before I left the garage to go sit by the edge of the pool.

I kicked off my house shoes and opened the French doors to the patio to step outside. I turned around and ran back to the garage, remembering that I saw a bathing suit in one of the storage containers by the steps. I grab my yellow two piece thong number, take off my robe and panties and put it on. I pick up my panties and robe, put the panties in the hamper I brought with me from the apartment, put the hamper in the full bath and lay my robe on the counter. I walks back outside and dive into the deep end of the pool.

I do a few laps around the pool enjoying the way the water washes over my body. I flip over onto my back and just relax while floating in the middle of the pool.

I begin to try and calmly go over my options. This problem is getting too big to ignore. I debate on just telling Omari but I am too scared Havoc is after me because of something that happened in my past. I just didn’t know which something it was. So telling Omari is still out of the question.

At this point talking to Chyna is a big hell no too. I’m really not too sure at this point whether she is friend or foe. Or just plain stupid and horny. I am really leaning more towards foe though. And stupid.

I finally decide that it is imperative that I hire a private investigator. It saddens me that I will have to have everyone investigated to figure out who is behind this Havoc fiasco, but I have to take care of myself. And I’ll start with the most likely suspects: Chyna and Omari.

I am shaken from my tranquil state when I hear a loud splash and begin to get bounced around vigorously in the waves created by whoever jumped in the pool. I flounder around in the water for a few seconds, going under before I remember I can swim. ‘Havoc!’ I yell in my mind. I start screaming as soon as I break the surface of the water, hoping that Omari will hear the commotion.

I feel strong hands grab me from behind. I start flailing and screaming, whenever my mouth isn’t full of water, but the hold is way too strong for me to break. I can’t believe I am about to be drowned in the pool of my new home. How ironic. I worked my behind to death to get this house only to die here.

I try to swing behind me and strike whoever was holding me but I can’t reach. I go under water for what I think is going to be my last time but then I realize I am above water. I open my mouth to scream again when I heard a familiar voice telling me to calm down and to stop fighting. As I try to cough up what feels like half of the pool, I finally listen to the voice and realize it is Omari.

I stop struggling, tired and scared, allowing him to turn me around to face him. I am breathing heavy and so is he, from trying to restrain me a few seconds ago. I cough and manage to get out, “OH MY GOD! I thought you were trying to drown me!”

He laughs heartily, I’m not sure what’s so fucking funny, and asks, “Why would you think that?”

“I didn’t hear you come out here and when you jumped in the pool and grabbed me it startled me so I didn’t know who the hell it was because I assumed you were still upstairs sleeping,” I tell him, trying to regain my composure. I punched him in the chest and yell
“JERK!”

I begin to relax, thanking my lucky stars that it wasn’t Havoc that grabbed me. Or was it?