Soul Cry: The Ten Year Girlfriend (9 page)

“ Baby girl it ain't eavesdropping if y'all talking loud and yapping right beside me. How wide do you think the aisles are? Don't get mad at me. Be mad you wasted ten years on a nigga who didn't wife your ass. But hey, you left him. Better late than never right?” he said standing up and walking away.

I was livid! But once again what could I really say? He was telling the truth.

I grabbed my bag and walked back to the bus. When I approached my seats I found Shavon and LaDaya already there. LaDaya was sobbing in Shavon's arms uncontrollably.

“ What's going on?” I asked trying not to panic. Had someone done something to her in the station?

LaDaya sniffled as she raised her head, “ I just broke up with Paul.”

“ Really What happened?”

“ Just listening to you talk, I knew I had to do it. I mean it's not like I hadn't thought of ending things before. After all we've been together three years. Don't take this the wrong way but I don't want to end up a ten year girlfriend.”

I stood there stunned for a moment before sinking into my seat. Damn.
Did I sound that pathetic bitches were leaving their men so they wouldn't end up like me. Evidently so.

Shavon cleared her throat.

“ Please excuse LaDaya, I don't think she chose her words quite as well as she could have.” she said rolling her eyes at her sniffling friend.

I raised my eyebrows at her but chose not to say a word. Hell I didn't know her man. Maybe she did the right thing. Especially if this man hadn't proposed at all. Even Roderick had proposed to me at the three year mark. I was the absolute last person to be giving advice on love with all the craziness I had going on in my life right now.

The bus took off on the last leg of our trip. LaDaya seemed to have calmed down. A half an hour passed before Shavon spoke up.

“ Amina, I was just thinking about everything you said. So what was the final straw? I mean Roderick has given you material things, a home for the last ten years,great sex and don't get me wrong but,you already heard how I feel about just laying up with a nigga for years on end so what was your breaking point? Why are you on this bus when you know you still love that man?” she asked. LaDaya turned to look at me, both of them awaiting my answer.

“ Well, I guess it's like you just said. Every woman has a breaking point...,”I said as I proceeded to tell her exactly how I ended up on a Greyhound bus running away from the love of my life.

* * * *

I
'm so sick of this shit!
I was wearing a hole in the floor of the kitchen I was pacing  so much. Roderick was sending all my phone calls straight to voice-mail. It was early Friday evening. We'd gotten into a huge argument this morning before he left for work. He and Damien had been hitting the clubs an awful lot lately. I didn't usually have a problem with him hanging out with his boys because he always made time to spend with me, but for the last two months there had been a change in him. For the very first time in ten years I was starting to wonder if Roderick was cheating on me. We hadn't even had sex in two weeks.

If he was it would kill me. But before it did, I was going to kill his ass first. I'd gone through too much for far too long with Roderick for him to cheat on me .

Roderick was going out without me more often and when I asked where he was going he seemed to have a problem answering me...if he chose to answer me at all. This morning he'd informed me he was going out with Damien to a club opening. I didn't say a word. I just waited for him to at least tell me about it, ask me to go with him. But he never extended an invitation. Roderick continued getting ready for work and walked out the door.

The phone rang and I quickly answered it once I saw it was Katrina calling.

“ Hey girl.”

“ Well damn! You sound like you lost your best-friend and I know that ain’t true since I'm right here.” Katrina said. I couldn't help but laugh at her crazy ass.

“ Roderick's ass is tripping again. I'm getting so tired of this Katrina.”

“ Ummhmm whatever. I've heard that before. Anyways I got V.I.P tickets to a club opening tonight. Will that man unlock those chains around your ankle so you can go tonight?”

My ears perked up when I heard the words “ club opening” I wondered if this was the same club Roderick was taking his ass tonight? I was damn sure going to find out. At the very least I'd get out of the house and have a good time with Katrina.

“ Girl please. I'm in,what time should I be ready?” I asked already making my way to the bedroom to raid my closet.

* * * *

“ M
an it's plenty bitches up in here tonight.” Damien said looking around the crowded club. “ Not that you're going to sample any of the selection! Nigga how do you stay fuckin' the same female for ten years?” he asked taking a sip of his drink.

I just shook my head at Damien. This nigga had the nerve to question how I could be faithful to one woman yet his dick stayed dripping and burning? Damien didn't even have any shame about telling me about all his clinic trips. Fuck that.

I like to know my dick is sliding into some clean pussy.  Which is exactly why I stay faithful to my heart...Amina . Granted I know I don't always treat her the way I should. I know she's pissed that we haven't gotten legally married yet. I just don't know what the big deal is? I give her everything a woman could want. House,cars, money and she wont even give me a baby. Amina ain't slick though. She thinks as long as she doesn't have my baby she can walk away from me. Truth be told I'd stopped sleeping with her the last few weeks. Which was definitely out of character for me,not to mention it was driving me crazy. I was irritable as fuck but I wanted to punish Amina. She loved sex just as much as I did. I knew if I went from sex no less than twice a day which was our norm,to cutting her off completely, it would plant suspicions in her mind.

Which was exactly my plan.

I was gonna go biblical on her ass. Hell if we weren't fucking to make a baby...after ten years what was the sense in doing it? Amina needed to know I could get any woman to give me a baby. I could sit another woman up in a nice ass crib, who didn't have to work and get not one complaint about it. Nagging me all the time about a damn wedding.

Hell I know she'd been waiting a long time but as far as I was concerned, I needed eight out of those ten years to prove to myself she was marriage material. So in my eyes she'd REALLY only been waiting two years.

“ What's going on man? You enjoying yourself?”

I turned to see one of my clients Calvin Richardson standing next to me. Calvin and two partners owned the club. He'd given me the V.I.P invitations for tonight. We clapped hands real fast. Calvin was a client at my agency and ex basketball player who decided to open up a club as an investment.

“ Yeah man, you have a good turn out. This is my friend Damien.” I said introducing the two men.

“ Man the ladies in here are something serious tonight! I just wanted to check in with you real fast. I'm going back over here to get at this female named Amina with her fine ass! Talking about she got a man. Not tonight she don't!” Calvin said grinning. Before my mind could even register the name he'd said,Calvin was gone.

Amina? Nah. It couldn't be. MY Amina better have her ass at home. I grabbed my drink and let Damien know I'd catch him later. He was busy trying to get some woman's attention. Back in the day Damien used to have females falling all over him but sadly enough ,in the last ten years he hadn't progressed at all. He'd regressed. Damien was back home living with his mother. His only achievement was making his car note. It didn't matter he was my boy, as long as he didn't ask me for any money. Hell I'd worked too hard to make a better life for myself.

I broke through the crowd, ignoring some of the women I could obviously see trying to catch my attention. I needed another drink so I was making my way to the bar. I was almost there when I stopped dead in my tracks.

There stood Amina looking good as hell in a body hugging red dress that exposed her shoulders and barely covered her ass.

I didn't make a move to go near her. I just fixed my eyes on her until she felt me looking at her. It took less than a minute for her to feel me staring her fuckin' ass down. The minute she raised her eyes to look at me I walked out of the club. Amina was quick on my heels following me outside.

Amina tried grabbing my arm but I shook her ass off and kept walking until we were further away from the crowd of people trying to get into the club. I made a quick right into a dimly lit alley.

“ Roderick! What is wrong with you?” Amina cried.

“ What's wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you Amina? You out here in the club half naked looking like a goddamn whore. You better take your ass home if you know what's good for you.”

Amina's head snapped back as if I'd slapped her. Hell if she wasn't careful I would. I'd never put my hands on her but she was pushing me. Especially with all the little shit she'd been doing to aggravate me lately.

“ If I go home, you're coming too Roderick. “ Amina said folding her arms across her chest.

“ Amina I ain't going no goddamn where. I had a client give me tickets to this opening. This is business for me. I'm networking.”

“ Networking? Nigga please with Damien? You out here networking with Damien? Are y'all fucking too? Because you two are sure spending a lot of time together lately. You stopped fuckin' me so what's really goin' on nigga?” Amina spat.

Before I knew it I'd slapped the taste out of her goddamn mouth saying some crazy shit like that to me.

Amina doubled over holding the side of her face. She appeared to be in shock. I was in shock my damn self.

“ You hit me. You put your hands on me Roderick?” she asked in disbelief. “ After ten years this is all I am to you? A punching bag. Someone to beat on. Well I hope it felt good to you because that will be your one and only time putting your hands on me. I hope it made you really feel like a man.”

I didn't feel like a man. I felt like shit honestly. I'd said a lot of out line things to Amina over the years when I got frustrated but I'd never put my hands on her. Ever. My father used to beat my moms ass on a damn near daily basis before he finally left us when I was eight. Beating on women was something I'd promised myself I'd never do  and here I was slapping the only woman I'd ever loved.

“ I'm sorry baby but you were out of line too.” I said trying to make an excuse for my behavior when I knew had none. I would have given anything at that moment to take back what I'd just done. The look in her eyes had me rooted where I stood.

Amina was scared of me.

She turned to walk away from me and even though my legs felt like bricks I knew I had to do something. My mind kicked into gear and I lunged for her from behind before she had a chance to go back onto the sidewalk. Amina let out a blood curdling scream and I quickly covered her mouth with my hand.

“ Amina stop screaming. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me,it just happened.” I said burying my face in her neck. “ I'm so sorry baby,forgive me.” Amina tried to twist out of my arms but I held her tightly until the fight went out of her and she collapsed in my arms crying. I didn't even realize it but I was crying too,my tears were flowing down her neck.

“ I love you Roderick but I'm leaving you. I don't want to live like this with you anymore.”Amina said turning to face me.

I knew Amina wasn't going to let the fact I'd touched her go. Not at all but right now I didn't have it in me to fight with her. All I wanted to do more than anything was fuck her. We could iron out this issue later. I was ready and willing to beg for her forgiveness but right now I'll I wanted to do was be inside of her warm walls. We hadn't been together in two weeks, this was the closest I'd allowed myself to be to her and I couldn't wait another minute.

I backed her up against the wall and took possession of her lips and tongue until she had no choice but to give in to me. I ran my hands over her breasts, her nipples were hard and begging to be licked. I quickly obliged, licking and sucking on her nipples until Amina was grabbing the back of my  head.

I raised my head  placing my hands on the wall,enclosing her in case she had any thoughts of trying to leave. Amina and I were both breathing heavily staring into each others eyes. I could see the  hurt,confusion and lust this woman felt for me written all over her face.

“ Roderick are you still in love with me? I can't keep...,” she started to say before my mouth covered hers. I quickly unbuckled my pants, raised her dress above her hips and picked her up as I slowly slid my dick into her slick opening.  We both let out gasps. I felt like I was in heaven. It had been two weeks since I'd had some of my woman's pussy and if there was any question about if I had missed it before, it was damn sure answered now.

Then I got mad.

It was bad enough she'd came to the club without me...but where the fuck were her goddamn panties at?

I drove my dick into her harder and faster until she was screaming out loud.

“ Sssshhh baby.” I whispered in her ear.

“ Oh shit Roderick! You feel so good baby. Oooohhh! I'm coming baby, I'm coming” Amina hissed. I could feel her pussy clenching my dick like a vice. At that very moment I let loose two weeks worth of the babies Amina wouldn't even give me.

“ I love you so much Amina...,”  I panted still moving inside of her, her pussy was still contracting around my dick she'd come so hard “...I'm sorry for what I did baby. I swear to God I am but if you ever try to leave me I'll fuckin' kill you first.”

* * * *

I
then revealed to my two new friends I was pregnant. I whispered extra low so Mr. Nosy Fine Ass across the aisle wouldn't hear.

“ DAMN! So you mean you just dipped on ol' boy? He doesn't even know you're pregnant?” Shavon asked.