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TRAPPED 2

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Bloodstream | Ed Sheeran 

It was almost 91 degrees in one of the early summer days. At the peak of the afternoon around 3pm, I was stumbling out of the bar. I must have been in there for about 3 hours; just drinking. I was trying to drown my feelings in the spirits. It wasn’t working. I was buzzed and definitely tipsy but still heavy hearted.

I hadn’t been home since the hotel. I didn’t know what I would tell my wife when I got home. I was just lost and trying to figure out what to do next. I knew I spent the night in the hotel with Cynthia but…

My phone began to ring; it was my father calling me back.

“Good afternoon, sir”

I started with. My father was not that old. Late forties really but he was an old fashioned man that believed in integrity, family and honour. His motto was that when it came to family, there was never any problem too big to solve.

I narrated last night’s events telling him all that had happened. He only asked me one question,

“Did you sleep with her?”

“No sir”

I responded with confidence bending down and looking at my crotch. I didn’t feel used. I know I didn’t use it.

“Then go home to your wife”

He said and I stopped in my tracks as I heard the end call beep in my ear.

I struggled to find my way to my parked car.  Right before I entered the car I stopped and felt a sadness come over me. This was difficult.

But that was my father; he always fixed everything. As a matter of fact the chains that my life are currently in were because of him. He directed the affairs of everyone in our family and once my mother passed away, he became way too involved. I blamed him for many mistakes I made in my life but he never saw it that way. I loved my father but he had helped trap me.

The man was the State Controller of the funds with connections from New York to the Amazon jungle. He knew people and people in the right places to get things done.

 

I shouldn’t have been driving as drunk as I was but I did anyways. I ended up at my house and Jae was already home. I walked in and she was on the couch with her legs wrapped under her blanket and her personal jug of water next to her. I always called her a camel for all the water she drank.

I looked at her and she stared back at me, a mixture of regret, love and pain in her eyes. I walked towards her. She stretched out her arms and took me in. My words had hurt her the night before but she was comforting me; it was love.

I knew she loved me and she knew I did too. It was not needed to be expressed in that moment.

She rubbed my head with her hand. I pulled away from her, turned and headed towards the bedroom. Right before walking into the room she asked,

“Cynthia?”

I turned around and nodded. She continued,

“Did you sleep with her?”

I shook my head and slowly said no.

She nodded back and said,

“Take a shower. Your food is in the microwave”

.    .     .     .     .      .

 A few weeks had passed now and things had come back to baseline. It was Wednesday which were notoriously my long days and I was just tired after walking out of my fourth meeting of the day. I slumped into my seat and took in a long deep breath.

Reaching for my phone, I scrolled through my messages. There were a couple from Jae, I actually missed her voice. I wiped on the phone and dialled her number. It rang thrice and then she answered,

Me: Hey mami. How’s your day going?

Jae: Good good. Yours? I just finished a certification for one of our foster homes. I’m heading back to the office now.

She mentioned as she talked through her Bluetooth receiver and drove.

Me: My day has been good. Just long. Too many pointless meetings. Are you up for something fun tonight?

Clearly with a smile on her face, I could usually tell over the phone, she responded,

“Yessss!”

In her absolutely adorable baby voice.

“I’ll pick you up at 7. I love you baby”

I tapped the end button and dropped the phone. Back to work I went, slaving though numbers and papers trying to earn a living.

A few hours later I was yelling at people trying to weave my way through traffic. It was a little after 7pm and there was absolutely no reason for there to be traffic. Jae was beautiful and gentle but she in no way liked waiting on people. I knew she would be ready and waiting super frustrated when I pulled up. I was throwing out cuss words at slow or even average paced drivers because I didn’t want to be late but I was still late by only by a few minutes. I pulled up totally expecting her to be upset but she opened the door and let herself in and was pleasant with a smile on her face.

She leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheek and rubbed my head down to the back of my neck.

I smiled and began driving, hand in hand. I was feeling great.

She was wearing a tight black skirt that halted at her knees and a pink blouse. We headed to our favourite Mongolian BBQ restaurant and they sat us in our regular spot under the huge wall clock in the corner of the room. We had been sitting in that same spot since we were dating. It was truly one of our favourite places to go as a couple.

Dinner was fantastic as usual. Steamed broccoli, carrots, noodles, turkey, chicken and red meat all cooked into an outrageously tasty dish garnished with onions and supported with steamed fried rice.  It was heavenly. I remember us joking about the fact that none of us had any cash to tip and how the Asian ladies that worked there would always give us the stink eye whenever we didn’t tip.

Filled to the brim, we got out of the restaurant and headed for another restaurant across the street for drinks. I ordered a Bourbon neat and noticed she only ordered a Chai Blossom; a non-alcoholic beverage. The only time Jae elected not to drink with me was whenever she was pregnant but she hadn’t told me anything so I wasn’t going to assume. I was slowly finishing my drink and she ordered a second one. I teased her and called her an alcoholic even though the drink wasn’t. She joked that it was a good drink so she had to order another one.

We just talked and laughed. It felt great to just let loose with the woman I loved and forget about the rest of the world for a bit.

We left and headed back to the house. I backed the car into the garage. I was going to put my suitcases in for my next trip out of town the next day.

 

Spiritual by Tay

We walked into the living room and she sat on the couch, pretending to fall asleep. I knelt down in front of her and pulled her to the edge of her seat. Running my hands along the outsides of her thighs, she knew what I wanted to happen. It was pitch black bar the ray of light from the cable receiver behind me.

On my knees, our heads were still at the same level. I pulled her closer and passionately kissed her, looking for deeper depths my tongue began to search. I took her into my mouth as our bodies plunged deeper into each other. I wanted to feel all of her. So much of the tension she had in her, I could feel in her shoulders as my hands ran across it.

I began kissing her lips, moving to her soft cheeks and then her neck. She slowly knocked her head back, my tongue wagged up and down as my lips pursed on her neck. She clutched me tighter and lay back as I leaned forward on top of her.

Slowly still planting kisses along her neck bone, I took off her blouse revealing her full breasts. They dropped down in front of me and I bent down further to take her left breast into my mouth. Sucking on her nipple, I cupped the other in my right hand and worked in varying soft to hard squeezes. Her moans were now louder. I knew I was closer and she was getting wetter.

I left the top and headed down south. I pulled her skirt up revealing her black lace panties. I maintained eye contact as I pulled them off slowly. I flung them somewhere behind me and began to kiss her inner thighs. I followed the sound of her wetness as they seeped out of her pink. I licked my lips, she rolled her eyes, and inhaled loudly.

I pushed her back and held her legs up and apart, I could see her dripping out. I licked my lips again; I felt the chills through her calves as I held them up high. I drove my head in and in one sweep; I lapped all her chocolate juices as they were flowing out of her. She let out a loud moan and clinched my head. Tighter she squeezed as I dug deeper in her. My tongue feeling the warmth of her walls as they clamped in on my tongue that was swimming its way through all of her wetness.  I asked her to get up, she looked at me as if to plead with me, she knew what was coming. On her fours, she knelt on the couch with me placed ready to pounce on her now throbbing clit. She was now backing me as I used my hands to spread her butt cheeks revealing a clear line of sight into her pink. I placed my tongue inside, she grabbed the leather and bit into them. I began to nibble on her clit.

“Shitttttttttt…… Dadddyyyyyyyy. Please don’t fucking stop”

I wasn’t sure why she would say that especially since I had no intention of letting up anyway. She was going crazy as I smacked her butt and continued to shove my tongue in and out of her pussy while everything from my nose to my cheeks were covered in her creamy juices. She was in that same position with her soft cheeks spread apart when I stood up and slid my patiently waiting member into her. With her perfect black braids adorning her head, I grabbed them and tugged them. She turned sideways as I slid in and out, moaning and begging me to take it easier on her but she knew too well that I wasn’t going to. I continued my thrusts, my left hand filled with hair and the right one grabbing her waist while aiding support of my thrusts into her.

She was dripping onto my shaft, I looked down in between a forward motion and noticed her creamy juices lubricating my hard dick. The rest of her juices had flowed down my shaft onto my sack as it smacked her clit with every pump.

“Baby, pleaseeee… pleaseee don’t break me. Pleaseeeeee,,……”

“Smack my ass daddy! Yeah… Just like that”

I knew I neared my climax and I didn’t want to. She turned and said,

“Fuck me harder, baby”

That was like my trigger word. Almost like no matter what stage we were during sex, if that line was said, I almost always came then.

I immediately pulled out of her. She slowly turned around and noticed that my beard was still soaked from feasting on her.

“Wait… is that me?”

She said pointing at my face

“All you baby, all you”

I responded. She giggled and with her puppy eyes said,

“You didn’t even let me ride it”

My member heard the message and immediately shot up. I got on the carpet and lay down. She walked over and squatted over me while slowly taking me inside her. She placed both hands on my chest and began to bounce her soft ass on my package. I was losing it and worried I was going to ejaculate at any moment. She was bouncing up and down really focused, you could tell she was about to hit her heights and drip some more all over me. I was also about to cum but I couldn’t before her. I pushed her off me and told her to get on her fours. She looked angry like I had taken all her hopes away from her. I got behind her and pressed down her back, poking her ass up and I slid inside her. I put my finger around her waist and stationed it on her clit. Keeping my stroke, I began to flick her clit really fast. Her legs began to shake, I fought back my exploding and waited for her to cum first. She went silent and the began to yell,

“Fuck you, Marcel!!!!! Fuck youuuuuuuuu”

As it all got really wet and her legs continued to shake, she squirted all over my dick as I grunted and shot my load into her. We slumped next to each other. She smacked me on my chest and said 

“You know that was cheating right”

I smiled as I tried to catch my breath. We lay there naked. It felt good. She placed her head on my chest as I stroked it. My eyes got heavy.

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, it was 7:46am. Shit! I had over slept. My flight was in 45 minutes and I was just waking up. I tried to rush up and I realized I was naked but covered with a comforter. Jae was walking towards me with a plate of food.

“Good morning my King”

She said with a smile on her face.

“Morning babe. Why didn’t you wake me?! You know I have a flight to catch”

I said not knowing exactly how to be angry. She continued to smile as she knelt down next to me, placed the food down and kissed me on my forehead. She had something about kissing lips due to morning breath.

“I’ve taken care of it. I moved your flight to 10am and I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful. It’s only the second time I’ve ever seen you pass out after sex before me. I must have really rocked your world last night.”

 

She teased me. I looked at her and shook my head. She was right. I was spent and I hadn’t felt more connected to her in recent times.

I watched her naked body as she walked back into the kitchen. Round two followed shortly after.

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 It had now been 3 months since our last major argument and things had been going well. Just expect life to throw a big wrench in everything. I had just returned from another one of my work trips and I was looking forward to going home to spend time with my wife at home. I breezed through security and headed for my car in the airport garage. I let myself into my car and the Ford Focus tried to automatically sync my phone to the Bluetooth but notified me it couldn’t. I had forgotten to turn my phone on. I pushed the button and waited for it to go on.

I turned on the heater and pushed on the seat warmers. As my phone turned on, I got a flood of messages and voicemails. What happened while I was on my 5 hour flight? I asked myself.

I listened to the first message and it was the hospital notifying me that my wife had been admitted.  Subsequent messages from my father and my wife’s sister confirmed that she was in the hospital and they were with her. I placed my phone down in the seat next to me and slowly tears began to trickle down my cheeks.

Another one?

This was all too familiar now and it was eating me inside. I felt trapped and powerless. What could I do to help?

We had prayed, fasted and even gone from doctor to doctor. Nothing.

I took a few more minutes to gather myself and then I headed for the hospital.

I arrived and I already knew my way through the ward. I had been here many times. I got to the nurses desk and she pointed me towards the room my wife was in. I walked there and my father was standing outside on his phone. I shook his hand and exchanged greetings when a nurse walked out of the room. I asked her if it was okay to see her now and she said yes.

I attempted to start walking into the room when my dad placed his hand on my shoulder pulling me back. He looked at me and said with concern in his eyes,

“Son, we have a problem”

I was confused as I stopped in my tracks. He didn’t say anything further. I walked into the room and saw my wife. She looked weak and ordinary. Not like the fighter I knew her to be. I walked to her side and held her hand as she looked up to my eyes.

I was sitting trying to tell her it was going to be okay and that I loved her. The doctor walked in and introduced herself.

“Hi, my name is Dr. Nia. And you must be her husband….”

She stopped her statement with her hand outstretched towards me as I raised my head up to look at her.  My wife didn’t catch the awkward exchange as the doctor withdrew her hand. I looked at my dad in disbelief, he nodded. I looked back at the doctor and then my wife, all while having this look of shock on my face. I recognized her and she recognized me.

I not only recognized her. I recognized the problem. I slowly sat back into my seat as my brain left the room. I looked up at Nia one more time. All that came to mind was…

“What the FUCK man!!!!”

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Fcuk You! (WhatTheHeckMan 2)

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Fcuk You! by Adewus4real

Fcuk You!

Yes

Shit I had to say that and get it off my chest

But calm down

Calm down

I’m talking to myself

But I want your audience

This is pain

This has been my unrest

I placed the bet

And lost

So let me open up to you

And you better promise to be just

 

Let me tell you a little bit about me

I’m collected and cllamdssfabuibds

All that

As you can see

No that’s a lie

It’s not the truth

I’m lost

I’ve been lost

And that in that I’ve found the new me

I play the part of “happy” well

Honestly in this fake world

It’s not really a hard dream to sell

I’m insecure

The dreams I have make me unsure

I wake up every morning and go into work

Stuck

Just there to make a buck

Truly not giving a fuck

I know where I truly want to be

And my heart is set on all of that

But I need to dig and believe

I need to kill the doubt

 

My insecurities flow to my relationships

For that reason I only try to maintain the new phenomenon

Situationships

Giving all of me

Selling dreams I make these women believe

I’ve gotten in tough situations

Now I’m stuck in a rut

Battling to fight hurt and make the right decisions

I’m crumbling

These women are not relenting

Wanting things from me

When all I’ve been truly begging

Is that they help me find me

 

I’m put together in front of my parents

They tell the world that I’m the greatest

But I feel like the fakest

I lie

I steal

I try to conceal

My true feelings and thoughts

Because I know maintaining the perception they have of me is a must

So I tell them what they need to hear

Keeping from them the fact that I was damn near

Near death and it’s cold embrace

But I show up to church on Sunday and pray for God’s grace

Hands lifted up

When less than 24hrs prior they were on some random girls butt

Telling God the things I promise to do not

When last night I was selling her dreams and hungry like a dog that just wanted a quick fuck

I’m twisted

Enlisted

Their trying to find me

I’m lost

 

 

My friend’s don’t know my pain

You cannot quantify my pain

Thinking you know mine

Would be insane

Let’s all just stay on Twitter and play the game

From nudes to prudes

Memes and jokes

Fights we stoke

We gather to sell dreams and like traders in the temple

Filthy

Behind simp hours and DM’s we hide

Your follower counts stay on the rise

While people’s esteems you force to commit suicide

And then you RT and LOL

But that won’t get you anywhere

Fcuk!

See how lost I told you I was

I can’t even gather my thoughts properly for once

 

I have found me in this chaos

My blood pressure is high and I’m 23

Looking at my student loans I wish I just had money for the payoff

But I know I’m trapped in this realm and there is no need to for a standoff

I’ll lose

But hey maybe I just need to fight the world

Fight the hurt

The lies and the deceit

Go and find the woman and I truly love from the heat

Stand her on her feet

While I get on my knees

Get rid of this lifestyle that’s like a disease

Maybe

Will I?

Should I?

Can I?

Maybe I will

I’ll fight the world and then lose

Maybe then someone will find my body

Actually they might not

Many of us are dead inside walking around like zombies

Fcuk you!

No don’t get upset, please

I swear I was talking to me

Or wait

Do we have the same disease?

 

 

 

I started off this blog due to heart ache and feeling at a crossroads with all my emotions. I was depressed. Angry and fully unaware of how to deal with it all.

I had been writing for almost a decade but just collecting my work and never really putting it out for people to say. So I want to thank you as you read this, you have journeyed with me as I dealt with pain, love, heartbreak and ache, excitement, disappointment, creativity and fellowship. Today marks the 1 year Anniversary of #WhatTheHeckMan, what started off as a platform for a young man to express himself now helps push creativity and excitement for many. I sincerely say “Thank You”

Do not sleep on me, this platform or following you heart unless it leads you to burn plantain. Thank you once again for always reading, retweeting and letting me flood your timelines on Saturdays. I appreciate you all. Stay Up!

 

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                                                Afire Love by Ed Sheeran

We lay there backs to each other. Something wanted me to reach over but I couldn’t. This was becoming our story. This was becoming what we were identified with. But this situation only made us one thing; better actors to fit into the society because when we were out, all we had to do was put on a smile and make the whole world think that everything was fine in the Davidson home.

I could feel the sleep coming over me and I wanted to turn around and tell her I love her. I wanted to turn around and plant a kiss on her lips like I had done many times from our fornicating days till when we decided to get married. I wanted to go back to the old us. I really did.

It was about 8:30am in the morning when I woke up, she was already up. I could hear some movements in the kitchen and her space in the bed was empty. She was either doing the dishes from the dinner she made the night before or just cleaning up like she normally did.

I got up and turned around, reached for my phone. Flipped it over and looked at my emails, messages and texts. I placed the phone down.

I got up and sluggishly made my way into the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of my boner as I walked past the mirror and my small brain wanted me to put that to work.  But no, that wasn’t going to happen.

Standing over the toilet bowl, I began to pee. I realized about halfway through that I forgot to lift up the toilet seat. I knew how much she hated that, she was soo going to lose it. But I finished, turned around, cut a piece of paper towel and threw it into the bowl.  I washed my hands then walked out and went to the kitchen.

“Good morning baby…” 

“Good morning”

She responded in her ever so polite and quiet voice. There was something missing; the smile, the spark. Our pain had taken all of that from her. Now she settled for mere days of happiness. I asked of her plans and she said she had none except seeing her sister and stopping at the bank.

“Dinner at Sophie’s tonight?”

I asked.

“I’ll let you know later. Is that okay?”

I nodded and took a sip of my coffee.

Tax season was over so I was home more and traveling less. I had been traveling a lot recently, not because I didn’t love her or want to be home but because I felt like things were changing between us and I wasn’t ready for that and tax season is the busiest time for an accountant.

I headed back to my room and walked by the room. Untouched and hardly opened. I remembered last night when she had snapped at me. I was disappointed and sad because I knew that the fight against the pain that was tearing us apart was winning and we were giving in.

I stood in front of the room and looked at the closed door. Everything in that room was vividly registered in my mind. I knew where every detail was. I stood in the doorway of our bedroom and she came into the hallway and saw me standing there.

Tears began to flow down her eyes and I turned away and walked into our bedroom without doing anything. Sad, I know but it was where we were now. Love used to reside in our home. Used to.  Now we were cuddled in the arms of heartbreak and unhappiness and it was like home.

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 It was my junior year in college and I was in a fraternity, working at a coffee shop and making up community service hours at the local library affiliated with my school down the street from campus.

That beautiful Friday morning I was restocking the books we had received overnight into their respective positions and I happened to glance at the door when a local day program for autistic kids came into the building to use our community playroom. Their program assistant was just beautiful. Like you could tell from afar that she had a great heart. I just wanted to get to know her instantly.

I stood off in between two shelves and watched her care for and direct the kids. It was so heartwarming. I must have been staring for about 20 minutes when my co-worker came up behind me and said, 

“Are you going to talk to her or just stare like a creep?”

I joked and blew it off like she wasn’t my type or anything but she really was. She was the perfect foil to me; crazy and loud at the same time. She would bring so much calm and focus to my life but not until after she made me work to even get her attention.

The first time I ever talked to her, was just bad. I messed up so much. I used to think I had game but my own tongue humbled me. I had never seen it so tied and twisted as it was that day.

Towards the end of my shift, I got radioed to come and clean up a mess a kid made in the playroom her group of kids were using that day. I walked into the room with my broom and mop heading straight for the spilled bag of hot Cheetos on the floor. I wasn’t angry that it had been spilled on the floor, in fact I was more upset that I had to do that “dirty job” in front of her.

I made the mistake of being myself instead of trying to impress her by rushing to sweep it all off the ground, the crackers crumbled under the broom and further stained the carpet. Confused, I jumped down to the ground and tried to use my brush to scrub it all off and I was doing okay until, I got up and realized my blue jeans were covered in yellow cheese from the knees downwards. Wet cheese.

I looked down at my pants with the kids laughing at me and I looked up at her, she had a smile on her face; a little one. I don’t know where the words came from but in my embarrassment, I coughed up,

“What are you looking at that’s funny?”

and rushed out of the room. I noticed the smile on her face disappear and turn to surprise as I turned the corner of the tempered glass window and walked away.

I played that incident in my head many times and wished I could take it all back and re-do it. I felt I could have been smoother than I was that day. Ugh! I hated myself. It didn’t help that she would then travel for the entire summer to London for a wedding and studying abroad. I was so angry I didn’t get a second shot. But after all, they say you don’t get a second chance to make a first impression or at least something along those lines.

A few months had passed and I was running through campus one evening when I noticed her sitting down reading on the field. I was taken aback and immediately approached her. This chance was not passing me by. I came up to her and tried to chat her up but I walked away from that conversation shut down.

I remember starting with,

 “Hey, how’s it going? My name is Marcel. What are you reading there?”

She responded with,

Impact of Vicarious Trauma on Social Workers”

Obviously having no idea on what she was talking about, I tried to play it off and continued the conversation,

“Oh, that must be from the Sociology class about social problems, right?”

She looked at me, smiled with pity and said,

“No. but if you don’t mind, I have to finish this chapter”

Like a dog with its tail between my legs, I walked away till I got far enough and started running. I didn’t want to start running after I left her because I was so surprised at the exchange. I felt so little that it felt like I would have tripped over my own feet if I’d attempted to run.

I could not understand why she would not give me a chance to chat her up or get to know her. I was guessing she knew I was part of a fraternity and maybe she didn’t like them or something. I was confused and intrigued. And she never even gave me her name.

I would later run into her and her best friend one day. I immediately began chatting up her friend as a way to not get blown off. Her friend liked me. It was working. And then I invited them to a party the guys at the house were throwing.

We had been throwing parties for a while. I was always in charge of the food and at the time I was neighbors with Chad, the guy in charge of the guest list; he decided who came and who wasn’t invited. I knew that I wanted her to be there, so I walked into his room one evening and asked him that I wanted her to get a special invite for the next party.

The way our crew rolled on campus each party was unique in the way we promoted or even themed it. There was a schedule for how we threw parties; one in March, July and one usually in late September or early October. Whether, she knew it or not, she was coming.  Speaking with Chad, the invites for this party were Masquerade masks. If one got delivered to you by one of the freshman pledges, you were in.

I specifically wanted to invite her to this party, so I had Chad give me her specific invite along with that of her best friend. I walked into her Sociology class during lecture and walked straight to her seat. I stood in front of her and dropped it on her desk. With a smile on my face, I said,

“Party is on Saturday, you’re the special guest. It won’t be epic without you. Don’t let everyone else down”

and began to walk away. I turned around right at the door to a startled professor and an embarrassed smile on her beautiful face. I knew I got her; I just knew it.

A few days had gone by and I had still not heard anything from her. It was crazy how I went from being extremely confident to beginning to doubt myself. I wondered why she didn’t respond and what that meant.

“Did she think I was obnoxious?”

“Full of it?” 

“Too out there?”

I wasn’t sure and the silence was making it so much harder for me to think straight. I needed to see her. I needed an answer.

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 The party was halfway through and it was about midnight. I had not heard from her or her friend and I still kept looking out for her hoping she would show up. A few rounds of beer pong, spin the bottle and a couple hits off the rotating blunt out on the porch. I was starting to forget about the disappointment of her not coming that I was actually starting to have fun.

And then backing the door, I was talking to a friend and I heard my name. It was her voice. It was her gentle voice. Funny to say gentle because it was deeper than most women but it always seemed to soothe my heart and comfort my ears. I turned around and there she was; beautiful.

She had her hair up in brown braids. She was wearing a blue blouse with brown shorts and some heels. I swear I just wanted to take a bite off her smooth cheeks as she smiled at me.

“You came!”

I began with sporting a huge smile on my face

“Where is your friend?”

I continued,

“Bathroom”

She responded while pointing to the corner of the house.

“Well thank you for coming. I’m glad you could make it”

I yelled over all the blasting music.

She nodded and pulled me in close and yelled into my ears

“For that stunt you pulled, you owe me dinner. My pick and I’d like a drink, please…”

I pulled back from her as she shoed me away like a little child.

I smiled and turned around. She was hooked. She was mine.

Our initial few months were different from the norm. The honeymoon phase came months later into us knowing each other. We used to argue over the pettiest shit and for no actual reason except that we were both stubborn and no one wanted to cede control or get hurt. It was ruining us from building anything solid. And we knew it too.

Months would pass by and we would begin to understand each other better. Since we began to get serious my biggest issue with her was probably that whenever it got seriously bad with us or we were in a rough patch, she would pack up and be so eager to leave the relationship. Instead of rolling up her sleeves, taking the reins like she first did when I tried to woo her and impacted the relationship. She always wanted to go. It made me feel extremely inadequate and like I could not love her right. She barely complimented me and even if she did, it was always twisted to not highlight me in some way. I felt powerless whenever we argued because it would always be turned into how much I was needy, selfish and inconsiderate.

But she had a way, oh she had a way to make me happy; possibly the happiest man in the world.

It was the way she smiled, the way she talked, the way she snored. The way she looked into my eyes and drank all my bottles of water whenever she came to visit. Even the way she said, “what you ma call it?” or her obsession with Indian movies; she endeared herself in my heart.

Those were the reasons why I loved her so deeply. She motivated me to be a better man everyday.

She curbed my wild ways and helped me understand what it truly meant to love and be selfless. Out of nowhere, this woman captivated my heart and I was completely fine with it.

One night, we had been going through a rough period and walking on eggs shells, it was frustrating.  A few days prior, I had accidentally hit her in the middle of trying to de-escalate an argument we were having. She knew it was an accident but she was still holding on to it much to my irritation and frustration.

This evening, I could not remember what was said, I believe it had something to do with a post I put up on Facebook. Usually something I wrote or posted to some girl. She didn’t like it and she called to confront me about it. I blatantly told her it was not about her even though I was pissed off at her for another matter. She became angry and attempted to blow me off that night. I wasn’t having it.

I got up and put my clothes on. It was past midnight. I got into my car and headed for her house. About a few minutes away, I texted her saying I was on my way and I wanted her to come down stairs but we were both only allowed two sentences each.

I got there and a few minutes later, she was in the passengers seat. No words exchanged.

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We drove to a quiet and dark empty parking lot and I parked the car. Motioning to her, we hopped in the back seat of the car.  I pulled her in close and said nothing. Just holding her tight. I knew she needed to be held. She was stubborn but she was my baby. She was my Queen. I kissed her gently as I stroked her shoulder. She looked at me like she felt safe. I hadn’t done enough of that lately. Making her feel safe. I was caught up in all I wanted and how I wanted it that I would sometimes run right over her feelings and lead us into another fight before realizing what was happening. I felt bad because I didn’t want her to be frustrated or fed up. I was madly in love with her.

I motioned to her that I wanted to make love and not have sex with her. Important difference. She said okay. She actually used up her two sentences very quickly in attempting to convince me to say more words. I didn’t budge.

I laid her down and slowly took off her clothes. Kissing her softness along the way. There was something about loving this woman, it was easy. Even through all the things we had been through, there was no one else I would rather love.  I took off her panties and lowered myself on her pink. It was a very direct approach. I slurped my tongue into her wet pink and slowly began to suck on her clit. It was warm, even hotter when I allowed my tongue to go inside of her to feel her walls. Both her hands were on my head directing it along the tracks. I was getting my beard covered in her wetness and it felt good. I didn’t spend too much time down there, I came up. For a brief moment, I stopped and looked into her eyes. I just could not imagine being any other place but in the back of this car with her. I hated the car, my blue Nissan Sentra that was starting to fall apart but I loved her and I loved the space we occupied. It was all I needed.

I could feel her breathing pick up pace as I lowered my member into her. Slow thrusts until my entire shaft was covered in her wetness. I held her close with my right hand behind her back for support and my left hand on the fogged window. It was hot, steamy and sweaty. The thrusts were not fast; deep but not fast. Controlled and gently paced, I could hear her moans travel through my ears and into the empty parking lot as it sailed and faded before reaching the residential homes behind us. I could feel her wetness begin to touch my balls as they gently slammed into her. Deeper and deeper, I ploughed. She dug her hands into my ass and squeezed tight pushing my hard package into her. Her right leg placed on the back of the passenger seat, her sandal had fallen while that on the other leg stayed high along with the leg on the back seat. My name was not mentioned but I could hear her loud and clear. I could feel a reconnection between us. I could feel her heartbeat on my chest as her right fingers dug into my back. It was not a matter of how much I loved her but more of how much I was connected to her. The pace never changed. It was like our body parts carried the message of the heart through each other. We held on to each other, tight. It was the safest place.

I remember we finished and lay there on top of each other. Looking out of my moon roof, talking about our journey. It was beyond a doubt that I wanted to be with this woman. I lay there and wandered if there was anything that could break us without us letting it. She was my one true love. She was my only love. I had so many names for her to ensure that she remembered she ruled my heart.

On my chest she laid, peacefully and slowly starting to fall asleep like I was and then it happened, in the dark of the empty parking lot, it happened.

We heard a knock on the glass.

Shit!

It was the police and we were both naked…

I was confident that he was going to write us a ticket for indecent exposure or something but he asked for our ID’s and checked them.

Returning the cards back to us as we had rushed to put our clothes on

“It’s not safe out here”

He said

 “Go home.”

We thanked our stars and rushed into the car. I drove slowly to her house whilst holding her hand. I glanced over a few times to her and still said nothing. I pulled up in front of her apartment. She stepped out and I did too. I walked around the car and hugged her. Wrapping her in my arms, I whispered in her ears my only two sentences

“I love you, mami”

“I’m sorry”

She pulled back and looked up at me from her 5’5 place, into my eyes she searched as if to validate the apology. I leaned in and kissed her. I was sorry and she knew it. I hugged her tighter and let go to walk to my car.

“Drive safe!”

She yelled into the night as I drove off. I had the biggest smile on my face. I was in love. I knew I was in love with that woman. My heart was hers.

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Those were the memories we shared. That man and that woman had disappeared; gone. We had changed. Life had changed us and we had no means of making it stop.

It had been a long and draining day and I just wanted to go home and relax. I was pulling into the driveway when I remembered that we were supposed to be having dinner with Sophie and her family.

I was too tired but I was willing to do it for her. I just wanted to go to bed but I walked into the house. She was sitting down on the floor. She didn’t even acknowledge my entrance.

“Jae, how are you?”

Silence. She said nothing and took another sip from her glass. It was filled with win and there were not just one but two bottles sitting next to her.

 “You’re not going to answer me? How much have you had to drink?”

I began to get angry.

I knew this. I knew this mood. I knew what this meant. This usually happened when she had been thinking a lot and wanted to get out of her head. But it wasn’t always civilized. Sometimes she would get stupid drunk and attack me emotionally with words and sometime physically.

I walked closer to her and bent down to pick up one of the bottles.

 “Put it down!”

She snarled at me as she charged up at me. She stumbled as she found her feet. It was empty and she was drunk.

 “Calm down baby”

I tried to lead her to the couch.

 “No! No! Nooooo!!! Don’t tell me to calm ,… down..sShhh. That’s how you’ll go and marry someone else! No! Not happening! Put a fucking baby in me Marcel!!!!”

I was already at my limit; tired and frustrated. I didn’t know when I snapped back and said

 “I did! 3 times already! Not my fault they never stayed!”

I looked at her. Her eyes cleared. There was a deafening silence as her heart shattered. I knew I had messed up as the words left my mouth.  Fuck!

Without saying a word, she headed for the bedroom. I turned around and picked up my briefcase and my coat. I walked out of the house and into my car.

About 30minutes later, I was letting myself into my room. I sat on the perfectly laid bed and stared at the in house menu. I had no appetite but I knew I had to eat as I hadn’t all day. I reached for the phone and placed my order. Dropping the phone, I sat back on the bed and stared at the fridge while my mind raced.

“How did I get here? How did I become this guy?”

I thought to myself and then I was covered in anger and disappointment. I got up and emptied the mini bar in my fridge into my system. I was now buzzed. I was heading to my bed to lay down when I heard a knock on the door. I stopped in my tracks and stared at the door for a bit while my body tried to stay still.

I made my way to the door and slowly opened it. It was Cynthia.

 “What took you so long?”

She asked as she pushed me into the room. She came up close to me and gently whispered.

 “Did you miss me?”

I said yes as I lay on the bed and she climbed on me…. I placed my hands on her catching a short view of my wedding ring… Sigh.

It all got hot, really hot, really fast.

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It had been a couple of hours of trying to make sense of the entire thing when Sam showed up with some food. I was still angry and confused but Sam had one rule, no matter what was going on, I still had to eat. She had stopped by her house and brought some rice, smoked turkey and some “aya mase” stew. The plantain was part of the accompanying party; even death could not make me play with that. Looking frustrated like a kid who did not want to eat their vegetables, she forced me to eat. About 20 minutes later my nostrils were blazing, heat burning through my stomach and I was still angry.

“Okay, now tell me what happened. Again”

She said in her usual calm voice.

“Can you believe that bastard? My useless uncle Dele, impregnated my mother and then killed her!”

I raged out of the blocks.

“He did it! I know he did it!”

I continued physically showing signs of aggravation and anger as I clenched my fists together. 

“Look at the papers”

I pointed at the sheets lying on the bed.

“She was transferring monies to him for God knows what and he was also in town the day she went for her appointment at the doctors. Why?! What was he doing there? And then he goes with them on vacation and then all of a sudden, they turn up dead and they are fine?!

No Sam! He did it!”

I paused…

“Are you sure baby? That sounds like a lot to accuse someone of babe.”

Sam began with. I knew it was going to annoy me. A frown came across my face as she spoke.

“Why don’t you let the detective know what you have found and then let him do his job and find out the truth”

She was such a voice of reason for me but it was so annoying that she was telling me what I needed to hear and not what I wanted. Ugh!

“But…. I know….”

She placed her hand over my lip and walked me slowly backwards to the bed.

“Come and get some rest my king, it has been an intense and long day. You need some rest”

I gently sat on the bed as she kissed my still burning lips.

Sniff. Sniff.

I lay on my back thinking about everything. She lay next to me. Her head on the right side of my chest; I ran my hand down her hair. I was still confused but she made sense. She was the only thing in my life that made sense.

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I slowly turned over and stretched out my body. I rolled within the sheets for a bit. Twisting and turning, my mind trying to ignore the reality of time that awaited me outside my closed eyes.

I stopped turning and lay still, my eyes still closed, I could hear the clock ticking outside my heart…

“Tick…. Tick… Tick”

In the focus of that I realized that I was alone in bed. I had fallen asleep with Sam firmly draining the blood out of my right arm as her decent sized head camped on it all through the night. I had watched her sleep with her mouth slightly ajar and her drooling out. She was a beautiful woman, even in her sleep but her drooling was something I still marveled at. Even “perfect” beings have

I had been in my thoughts for roughly about 5 minutes and I finally decided to open my eyes.  I opened my eyes and the sunbeams invited themselves into my room and onto my face. It was warm. I turned around and to my back on the left side of my bed; I glanced at the alarm clock. Set 15 minutes ahead of what the actual time was, it read 12:18pm.

“Shit!” 

I muttered as I ran my hand over my head. I had clearly over slept. Oh well, I got up and grabbed my phone. A few people had texted me. Sam also texted to wish me a good morning and asked me to call her to update her later;

“Good morning my love, I am writing this message standing over you right now. Not like crazy eyes from OITNB but with watchful loving eyes. I just planted soft kisses all over your handsome bearded face. You look like a warrior that just won a grueling battle or when you’ve passed out from me sucking your dick dry after you’ve cum. Lol. Okay, okay sorry I brought that up. Olowo ori mi, I just want you to know that no matter what you decide to do, I’ll be by you 200% as always. Don’t forget that. Please call me when you wake up or after you speak to the detective. I love you mucho mucho grande. If you wake up in time, I made some eggs, they are covered in the microwave. I know how much you hate stale or cold food. Make sure you eat, or you’ll catch these hands!”

I smiled and sat up. Damn, I had slept for a cool minute or more like hours. I had been so tired. Work and life had managed to drain me out. I needed all that sleep after an emotionally draining day. I pulled up my phone and dialed his number; detective. Sigh.

The conversation was very similar to the one I had with Sam. He listened while I blabbed and then he said,

“I will be in Dallas tomorrow afternoon. We have some leads on our end too and I have some action to take care of over there.”

“I will be there too.”

I said, beginning to head for my computer to book the next flight. I was ready to go down there and witness the evil man that murdered my parents go down.

I hung up the phone and texted Sam about the plans. I was going to take the next 5 days off. She only needed to take off 1 working day as it was already Thursday. She responded with a simple,

“Okay baby”

Rushed packing and close to a thousand dollars later; tickets booked. We were leaving that night. I called up my supervisor and told her I had a family emergency to attend to out of state and I would be gone. I packed up all the letters and papers on the floor and dumped them into a garbage bag. I packed the full garbage bag into a suitcase of it’s own and continued packing. It was almost 8pm and we had a 10:05pm flight to catch. I hated being late so you can imagine how I felt sitting in front of my condo leaning on my car and Sam still hadn’t shown up.

I was texting on my phone when Sam pulled up.

“Baby, I’m sooooooo sorry. It was my best friend that held me up, that’s why I’m late.”

I rolled my eyes and sternly said,

“Olatokunbo!”

I only ever called her by her “Nigerian” name when she had done something really bad.

She looked up at me and didn’t respond. She had those eyes, those “forgive me right now I’m a baby girl eyes”. I couldn’t help it.

“Just enter the car and let’s go!”

I had checked in online and all I really needed to do was drop off my car at the airport-parking garage.

The check-in process was smooth. It was about 10:11pm when I glanced at my watch sitting on the window seat of the plane. I hated looking out the window while flying, it made me want to throw up but I also loved watching the takeoff and landing. That’s why I religiously picked that seat for all my flights. Minutes later we were taking off and I looked out the window, I must have stared too long as I began to have motion sickness. I closed the window and leaned back in my seat. I glanced at Samantha who was already reading an article for work. I reached for my wallet and looked at the picture of my parents to ensure that I had it in there. A deep sadness covered my heart. I took in a deep breath and sighed heavily; I was going to fight for the justice in whatever way I had to.

The heat hit me as we walked out of the DFW airport. I was tired but ready to go. These next few days would be eye opening and I had to be ready. We were sitting down outside the airport waiting for my cousin to come and pick us up. It just seemed like everyone wanted to make me wait that day. It had been 30 minutes and no sign of her, so I called up her phone. She answered at the second ring and told me that she wasn’t the one coming to get us. I was still trying to figure it all out when Sam drew my attention to a car that pulled up behind me. I turned around and thought to myself,

“What the heck man?!”

“What was he doing here? Was he trying to die?!”

Sam, knowing how my temper can fly off the handle sometimes, immediately walked up to me and placed her hands around me.

 

“Calm down and talk baby she continued to say” 

I was heated and ready to pop off. This man killed my parents and then thought it was okay to come here? Is he mad?

I finally spoke…

I am not getting in that car”

I said to my uncle, now standing out of the car. He looked at me calmly and said,

 “Femi, the police department already called and spoke to me to today. I know what you think and how you feel but I would not have come here if I was guilty. Please sit in the car and let me explain and I will tell you all that I know. If after that you still want to leave, that is fine.”

I shook my head in disapproval and he continued to talk. Sam finally said, in a whispering voice,

“Just hear him out babe, we can even leave our bags outside the car”

Sigh. She just always made sense. We left our bags next to the car, curbside to the airport door and sat in the car. I sat in the front and Sam in the back directly behind me.

Femi, I know you know about your mom and I.”

 My uncle started and then he continued on to say,

“But I want you to know that I would have never killed her. I loved her and truly wanted to care for her and out baby.”

I felt like he thought this was meant to make me feel better but it actually served to annoy me. Sam placed her right hand on my shoulder and slowly rubbed it in a motion to calm me down.

My uncle continued;

“I don’t have all the answers but that woman was carrying my child and to me, that meant something so I would never harm her or your father in that way. “

He then went on to say something that resonated with me and changed the direction of my thought; a Yoruba proverb from our homeland;

“Kokoro ton je efoidi efo lo wa”

 

Which essentially means, 

“The enemy/root of your problems are closer than you think”

Then he asked,

“Would you be staying with us at the house tonight or do you have hotel reservations somewhere?”

Sam responded from the back seat,

“Uncle we’ll stay at the house”

He started the car and began driving. I said nothing; staring out the windshield my brain was running in all different kinds of ways. I was now more confused than ever. What did he mean? What was going on? What the bloody fuck was going on?!

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Our bodies were off by a few hours but we woke up around 1pm after getting home that morning from the airport at about 6am. I had spent most of those hours lying in what used to be my room and staring out the window trying to understand what my uncle meant. Sam had woken up in the middle of the night and left the room for a period of time. I thought I might have been snoring or something, it made no sense to me at the time.

I hadn’t taken a shower when my uncle called out for me to come downstairs. Walking down the stairs to the living room, Sam closely behind me, I noticed Det. Rosen sitting on the couch. He stood up and shook my hand. I sat down across from my uncle with the detective to my left side.

He began talking;

“We have been investigating what was originally ruled as an accident but was actually the murder or your relations. Some of the evidence we gathered has led us to believe that we have a few more questions to ask. The evidence on ground shows that someone in your room (he pointed towards my uncle) during the vacation used their key card to leave the room during the middle of the night before the incident. So at this point, we are here to take you and your wife in for further questioning and continue to investigate the case”

My uncle looked on ahead; flat and unmoved like he saw all this coming and in many ways, he did. All my uncle said as the detective placed him under arrest was,

“Femi, find the truth.”

I was standing with Sam holding on to my left arm looking really sad. As the detective walked my uncle to the second living room, towards the main door. We heard the key, someone opening the door from the other side. It was my aunt.

“What is going on here?”

She asked with a confused look on her face. I began to try to explain and then she put her hand up as it to shut me up.

“Officer, you have the wrong person”

She said as dropped her bags on the floor and sat upright, her back up against the wall.

“I did it.”

Those were the first words out of her mouth in her seated position. I was shocked. Just like everyone in the room.She then went on a long confessional where everyone stopped and was silent in awe and disbelief.

“I am tired of all the lies and the sneaking around and playing dumb. Dele, I knew you were sleeping with my sister a full year before she died. After all we went through Dele, everything! My own sister?! Chai! Chai! Chai! Dele!!! There is God o.

 Anyway, all those “research trips” you were taking out to Dallas when we still lived in California. I knew it was to sleep with her. And you left me with your kids. I was crushed. And my sister had always taken from me since we were kids. She always got all the men, all the boys that I liked, she had them because they thought she was prettier. She rejected one guy that wanted her and then he came to me. Of course I fell for him. I did everything for him. And then I got pregnant… 23 and pregnant. I could not keep the baby because I knew our father would kill me. So I devised a plan. It had come to my attention from one of my sister’s ex friends that she had damaged her womb and could not have children. So I suggested that she and I should run to the US from Nigeria and I would have the baby and give it to her. So she could call it her own…”

She paused as she was getting teary eyed. Everyone was still glued in their standing positions.

“Your “father”, her husband, never knew. She planned that part well and he always thought you were his. Femi, you are that child. You are my son…”

Those words cut through me. I felt like I was stabbed in my gut. There was no way. I felt winded and took a step back to reaffirm my stance. “What The FUCK MANNNN?”

She continued as my uncle’s face remained covered in calm. He knew all of this. My mother had told him.

“Femi, I brought you into this world and gave you to my sister because at the time, I knew I could not raise a son. I just couldn’t. And I knew she needed a child. I did that for my sister. I gave her the greatest gift one could; life. And she selfishly took away my happiness. Taking money from our business and giving it to the worthless piece of shit called a man here (she pointed at my uncle). I had silently watched the two of them play everyone like fools without saying anything but I couldn’t take it anymore. The night in Hawaii, we were drinking and I offered her something and she said no. She and my husband left the pool side for a while and I knew what they were off doing. I don’t know what came over me that night when I went and tampered with the brakes. I really didn’t want to kill them. I just wanted her to be scared off him from the trauma of a minor accident. The next morning when Dele tried to go and join them to go sightseeing, I stopped him because of the risk. He knew nothing at the time; only if anything.

 

My sister took from me after all I had given her. She was always taking from me. I had to take some power back. I am sorry I hurt her. I am sorry I hurt you. I am so sorry…”

She was now wailing, streams of tears rushed down her cheeks. The detective took the hand cuffs off my uncle and began reading the Miranda rights to my aunt as he began to cuff her. She didn’t fight back. She was sobbing and silent.

I was now in full flow of tears. Trying to process it all, I had my hands on my knees in a bent position and then I looked up and said,

“Did you know she was pregnant?”

My aunt’s eyes grew bigger and now she began to wail and cry.

I continued;

“She was finally going to have one of her own and you took that away from her. The woman that raised me and an innocent man, you killed. You are evil and I never hope to see you again, I hope you rot and die behind bars. I will never forgive you!“

She was in full tears and really sobbing when she began to yell out,

“My stomach… My stomach…”

“She is lying!”

I yelled out as confusion broke out. The detective trying to make out the situation and my uncle attempting to help her, they both looked at me to help and I stepped back even further. I was not going to save her.

“You’re a doctor, aren’t you? You took an oath…” 

The detective yelled out as they lay my aunt on the ground. I pointed to my uncle and told him to call 911. I held her head up and figured she was having a reaction to something in her stomach. I stabilized her as I heard the sirens of the ambulance. I stood up and walked away from her body as she was carried away and the detective followed. He asked Sam and my uncle to help and they headed to the hospital.

What just happened? I thought to myself. My mother had just confessed to killing the woman I had called mother all these years. I had been living a lie. I was the product of deceit. I was feeling crushed inside. And she had just been carried out for something that looked like a poison reaction. What was happening? My mind flashed and pieced it together. Sam!

She was in the medical field and would know the “right” compounds to fix or throw together to create something that could hurt my aunt. Shit!

I was sitting next to my aunt’s items and noticed her water bottle for her Herbalife smoothies. I opened it and sniffed it. I was right. It smelled of chemicals. The kind you would only spot if you were in the medical field.

“Why did Sam do this?”

“I’m the doctor though. When they pump her stomach and test it, they will think it was me and I have all the motive”

Fuck! I wanted to run but what was the point.

The house was empty and I felt just like I did on the evening of my parent’s funeral, only now I was alone. The feeling truly caught up to me. Tears streamed down my eyes for over a full hour. Why didn’t Sam stay with me? It made no sense.I heard a knock on the door. I looked up at the door and didn’t respond.Another knock and then the door opened.  It was the detective and I had an idea of why he was there.

“Mr Femi Rilwan, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of…”

his voice tailed off as the tears slowly rolled down my face as he placed the handcuffs behind my back. I wasn’t even hearing what he was saying even though I knew he was talking.  There was a hollow depth in my heart as my heart rate slowed dramatically. He walked me out of the house towards his waiting car. Opening the door, he bent my head as I sat in the back seat, I thought to myself. Through the web of lies, deceit, infidelity and pain that all the people involved went through with me, I never truly understood what it felt like to be a “home”. There I was in the back of the cop car in front of my own parent’s home; trapped in my own hands and this time for real, I had absolutely no one. And I could be going down for something I didn’t do. The detective was walking around the car when Sam walked up to him. She stood very close to him and said something. Something I still do not know till this day.

She walked around the car and he opened the door. She stretched out her hand and held my chin in her hand.

I stepped out the car and he removed the cuffs from my hand. I gave Sam a big hug and whispered to her. 

“I love you.”

 She didn’t respond. She just clutched me tighter as tears streamed down her eyes. He gently shook the cuffs in his hands. I looked down at his hands. Sigh.

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I sat in the living room in shock as Miriam, Sam’s best friend and Sam’s younger brother from the Air Force who was 4 years younger than her put their clothes on and headed out to the living room to join me. I felt like I was interrogating them. I was upset they were having sex on the sheets that Sam and I did things on but more upset that they had something going on and I was the last to find out. I had suspected something at his last visit to town but Sam had blown it off like it was nothing. She was always trying to protect her best friend like she wasn’t a “cougar” or something. Sam walked in a few minutes later and she and Miriam went to the kitchen. I heard them giggling and laughing as she replayed the look on my face when I walked in. I was so heated but I made time to give Jude a fist bump for scoring a girl like Miriam. She was a woman! In every sense of the word. That was all I was allowed to say before my “NSCDC Chairman” cut me.

Sam and I left them in the house and went into my car as we laughed off the incident. This was the woman I loved but I still didn’t feel completely connected to her. I remember the night I told her I was feeling disconnected because I felt like she was too busy with other things and had become detached from me. She tried to kiss me and I kissed back but I soon pulled away and told her I wasn’t happy with everything. We both promised to do better and be there more for each other. We sat outside her house till 4am in the morning just talking about everything. At various points in the conversation we both got upset and it just showed how much we cared about each other and wanted to make it work. I loved this woman and I got sick to my stomach at the thought of her waking up next to someone else. I couldn’t live with it.

I was having an okay day at work the next day, making my rounds from floor to floor and checking in with my patients. I missed having Sam here with me. Working together and sneaking around having sex all over the hospital. I hated the change but I liked the happiness it brought her even if it had taken us away from each other. I was walking to another meeting when her text came through,

“What time are you off babe?”

I smiled thinking she just wanted to stop by and get some of my dick. I responded,

“In an hour babe”

“Don’t eat dinner babe. I’ll be there once I get off. I’m treating you tonight.”

I had never heard those words come out of the mouth of a Nigerian woman. I was shocked and turned on. Sam cooking for me happened to always do that to me, I was excited.

True to her word, she showed up at my house. I was busy playing a round of Call of Duty trying to relax when she arrived. I darted to the door and back to my room, planting a quick kiss on her lips as I ran back to make sure I wasn’t killed in my game.

She stayed in the kitchen killing it all kinds of ways; sweet potato fries, chicken, rice, beans and PLANTAINS!!!! I passed out for a quick second while I met Jesus. She knew the way to my heart. I came into the kitchen and stood by the door watching her while she cooked. She was beyond sexy. Waltzing her way from sink to stove and back, it felt like I was falling in love again. All I wanted now was to just eat her up. Well her famous lasagna first and then all of her.

I walked up and tried to kiss her. She smacked my hand out of the way and said while rubbing my grumbling stomach,

“Babe, I’m going to feed you real good and then I am going to fuck you till you’re tired”

I felt a tingle down my back as I clutched my legs tighter as my dick rose. Fuck! She got me.

About twenty minutes later the food was done and I have to say, it was one of the best she had ever made. I could not believe it. We lay in bed cuddling next to each other when she began to touch me. I knew what she wanted. The food was spicy and I was there drinking flavored water trying to avoid the spice. I should have brushed my teeth because I wanted to feast on her pink but she wouldn’t let me. She wouldn’t let me do anything.

She got up and pulled my pants down taking all of me inside her mouth. I felt a slight burn. We had obviously eaten the same food and my member was burning and ready to tap out. But I had to be a real one and stay true. The heat slowly began to reduce as she slobbered on my shaft from the tip to the base. Stroking my balls as she went along I was starting to twitch. The spice had gotten into the opening at the head of my shaft and now the burn was truly coming but it was too late to stop her now. She was dripping wet already. I lay there on my back while she took off her panties.  Squatting she slowly lowered herself onto my hard upward pointing member. My curved package slowly became covered in her wetness as the burn continued. She didn’t seem fazed by it as we proceeded. I could feel her juices begin to drink onto my sack as she twisted and turned, slowly grinding her pussy on my dick.

I couldn’t contain it. She was wet. It was hot. Hotter than usual because I was burning and I knew I had to end this fast but she wouldn’t let me. She placed her knees down next to my legs. Backing me, she put her hands around my ankles and began twerking her soft ass on me. Up and down she went like a freak trying to blow my mind. I knew this woman. She was the one that made me hit the falsetto for the first time in my life while she worked magic. I grabbed her hands and tried to dictate the pace. She stopped, turned slowly and looked at me and said,

“Don’t touch me.”

with all determination, focus and whatever else was included. I felt like I bust my seed at that moment. The room had gotten 10 times hotter. A woman that knew how to take control and had the body and know how to do so? Did I hear someone say a celebratory “Yes Lawd!” ?! Well hope the big man upstairs forgives all of YOU.

She seemed to care about my body but angry at my member. She rode me dirty like a cow girl riding into battle, the battle of the cattle. I knew myself and I knew I was about to cum. I was trying to hold it but she wasn’t letting me touch her and she was so wet. It was so hot and she looked so fucking sexy! I knew it. I just knew it. The way she worked, I pushed her up and in my pumping of my shaft, spurted out all of my seed into the air and all over my arm. She got up and dissatisfied, knelt down next to me and took my now softening member into her mouth. Stroking it back to life, she cleaned up the entire area and mopped it all up. I wanted to scream. I tried to push her off me but I couldn’t. She had me.

I finally gave up and let the pleasure course through me from my mid-range to the hairs at the back of my neck. I lay there like a beaten fighter as she cleaned up the corners of her mouth and headed into the bathroom.

You’re allowed to laugh at me as I woke up the next day when she was about to leave for work; she had knocked me.

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My party promoter friend, Edward, called to tell me that he was throwing a big reunion party in California for the July Celebration that year and he invited me to it. I had asked Sam to come with me, as she had never been to California before. I promised it’ll be fun. A three day weekend for an African reunion, he called in #ARC2014. It actually was pretty cool. The party was live like all his parties were and I had been going to his parties since early days in college and now he was big fish in the party business. We partied hard till four in the morning.

The next morning, I was out at brunch with my friends having a great time laughing at the funniest things. Sam was off at the hotel catching up on some more sleep. She was a lightweight partier. I remember the DJ from the night before was also with us at the restaurant. Even as a group of young black professionals sat in a primarily white restaurant filled with white people, we made all the noise possible. Trust black people to “light” up wherever they go.

I can’t remember what was said but I know someone got offended about something. I burst out laughing and knocked over a cup of water while trying to contain my laughter. It was too funny. I noticed I spilled some juice on my shirt so I got up and headed to the bathroom to clean it off. I was in the bathroom standing in front of the mirror with a piece of paper towel in dipped in water. I began patting the juice off my shirt and a few minutes later the stain gone. I decided to pee afterwards and when I was done I returned to the sink to wash my hands. I was drying off my hands when my phone buzzed. I ignored it and headed back to the table with my friends. They were still laughing about something and I soon enough joined the “laugh show” again. The waitress soon came to take our orders and it was when she was done that I grabbed my phone. It was that moment where everyone at the table hopped on their phones to read messages and all. I responded to Sam’s message asking if we were still there and that she was coming to join us. I asked if she wanted to eat and she said that she just wanted a smoothie. I opened the email I had just received. The subject heading read,

REOPENING A.R CASE

I knew those initials; they were my dad’s but I didn’t know what it meant. I gathered from reading down the email that a detective from the precinct where my parents had their accident had reopened the case and wanted to get some information from me as well as updating me on the new developments. The case had been reopened based on an anonymous tip that the car my parents were driving might have been tampered with.

I was a little concerned because I had waited so long to finally get over the incident and the entire trauma and now it was all coming back to me. I was also in some ways relieved because I always felt like there was so much that wasn’t clear back then… a lot of unanswered questions regarding the whole incident. I was nervous.

A friend of mine asked what I was reading; I questioned why she wanted to know and she said it’s because the look on my face changed. I lied and said it was nothing. This wasn’t anything. This was huge. I took down the detective’s number from the email and I remember asking my friends on the table if calling Hawaii was long distance. They all responded that it was part of the US so I should be fine. I was going to call him. I knew I had to but I started to get this sick feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever he had to say.  I looked down at my eggs on my plate. Scrambled; that’s exactly how my heart was feeling.

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Am I Wrong – Nico & Vinz

I returned to Florida distracted with a heavy heart. I was not ready to be back but I wanted to get the ball rolling and figure out what the email from the detective was about. I wanted to contact him before I returned to work. I hadn’t told Sam about it yet because I knew she would try to stop me from digging deeper into my parent’s passing. The last time I tried, it felt like I lost myself in there.

My conversations with the detective were as enlightening and just as confusing in the same breath.  I was still trying to make sense of everything, the news, the thoughts and the uncertainty. It had been over a year since their death and I was now grieving again. We had been talking on the phone and emailing back and forth. The insurance company for the rental organization that my parents had rented the car from were adamant that the blame for the failed brakes shouldn’t have been on them. Especially since the accident happened on the third day of the vacation. They sent the car, a 2011 Toyota Camry, back to the factory to be inspected by them and their team. The results came back as inconclusive because the brakes did not seem to have been affected by normal wear and tear. The detective eventually enlisted the help of an expert who gave his view in stating that he felt like the brakes had been cut physically by someone.

Bells in my head began ringing… I wanted to know everything! For the longest time I had suspected my aunt, I felt like she had something to do with it. Women always had something to do with it I thought to myself. I sat there in my room trying to figure out the motive.

“Why would anyone want to hurt my parents?”

I thought to myself.

It made no sense but I was going to make sense of it. One thing was now certain… The incident was no longer ruled as an accident. It had been proven that someone definitely tampered with the brakes and I was going to find out who it was. The detective already said he was coming down to interview my uncle and aunt again as they were on the vacation with my parents. I was going to dig into things in a different way.

I called the accountant for my mom’s company and asked for all the account details and reports. I was going to find out if this whole thing was financially related because money can also easily break families.

A few days later the accountant responded to my message with two emails. The first included all the information that I had asked for. From account balances to tax information to write offs, everything was there in a secure file. The second email had the password to open the initial file with directions of how to read the files or at least make sense of the whole thing. I put some spaghetti in the cooker and put my spaghetti sauce in the microwave. I returned to my bedroom and began digging into the files. What I found finally began to give me some direction around what was happening.

Within the last 2 years, there had been lump sums transferred to an account in my uncle’s name. I sat up straight and looked closer at the screen while taking notes of every transaction. I could feel myself sweating.

“Was it my uncle?”

 “Why were there transfers to my uncle’s account?”

Going further I began to realize that there was a pattern to the transfers, they mostly happened when my mother was out of town on her business trips or trips to visit her sister in Dallas.

“Did my aunt never notice the transfers?”

After, all they were business partners. But I realized that it was my mother that was in charge of the financial aspect of things while my aunt did most of the leg work. I continued to question things without having all the answers. My palms sweaty as my fat fingers ran over the mouse pad and the keyboard. The money transfers never exceeded seven thousand dollars. I needed to find out what was going on because it was also evident that the business was bleeding. Not entirely because of the transfers but mostly because of the consistent lack of income in the company.

I pulled my mother’s company credit card records and began to scan through. Everything seemed like regular transactions till I noticed two airline ticket transactions and one for a doctor’s visit.

I took a step back and I stared at the screen. I looked crazy. My reddened eyes were now sore. I had just scanned through years of bank and credit card statements, transactions and tax returns. I walked out on to the balcony to get some fresh air. I was tired. There were empty bottles of water that I’d drank littering the side of the table. I looked like a crazy person searching for the truth in the black and with numbers that seemed like nothings.  I returned to my seat, took a deep breath and continued. I was not sure about the doctor’s transaction. I clicked on it for details and nothing came up. I knew that no hospital would give me details off another’s person’s information over the phone. I scratched my head and thought about how to go about this. The two airline ticket transactions could be cleared up easy. All I had to do was go through my mother’s email and I was sure I would find the flight details.

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All my senses were heightened and I had not responded to any messages particularly ignoring Sam’s during the four hours I had been sitting at the computer and that’s when it happened. In my crazy state I remembered all my mother’s files that she usually scanned quarterly into her LifeGuardian account. It was an online data protection account that stored all your information in the event that data on your computer or something was completely lost.

I knew her password because I was basically her assistant for years when she first started her business. Helping and answering all her questions over the phone from thousands of miles away. I clicked over to the website and logged in. It took a few minutes but I found the receipt of that doctors visit (she logged every receipt for tax reasons as a business owner). It was for some lab work and a scan.

“Was she sick?”

“Was she hiding an ailment from my dad?”

I dug further and searched for any correspondence from doctors. I typed “doctors” into the search box and right then it came up. The hospital was in Waco, Texas a little over an hour outside Dallas, Texas and I wondered immediately why my mother was having tests outside the family doctor which she had been using for over seven years. It didn’t add up.

I looked for more information and found nothing. I was starting to get angry because I didn’t find what I wanted or what I thought I would find. And then it dawned on me to check her emails. All the things scanned in here were from paper origins meaning they were sent to the house, a house where the mail was picked up by two people; my dad and my mom. If she was trying to hide something from my dad, she would never have had it sent to the house. I logged into her personal email account. My parents had a separate shared one for family and joint things. I searched the hospital name and 4 emails came up. Two from a doctor and two from my mother to the same address; I opened the first one that read “Results” in the subject heading.

Reading carefully, it was written saying that the person tested was basically 2 months pregnant. Her response was to ask if the doctor was sure. The next email was a response from the doctor confirming that they had run the test again and they were sure the person was pregnant. I covered my mouth in shock.

“Was my mother pregnant?”

I began to process and if so, why was she hiding it from my father. Why didn’t she tell me?

Her final response sounded happier, thanking the doctor for his help and maintaining confidentiality. My eyes grew big. It still made no sense what the transfers to my uncle were about. I clicked the search box and typed in the name of the airline. Flight reservations popped up. 3 of them in total

I clicked them and opened them up…

There the two paid for with my mom’s credit card. They were both for my uncle and 8 months apart. My heart was racing now. Out of my chest it was pounding as if it wanted to burst out. The last one was paid for with my mom’s debit card and was sandwiched between those two trips. I looked at the dates. The date of the second trip my uncle made to Dallas was for 4 days, Thursday through Sunday. My mother’s appointment with the doctor was on that Friday.

It clicked.

“No no no no NOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

I yelled out loud. No fucking way!

My mind had to be playing games with me. This was not happening. This was not happening right now. God no!

I had to talk to someone. I sat down on the floor and dialed Sam’s number.

I didn’t even give her a chance to speak, I spoke first and blurted out,

“My mother was pregnant when she was in that accident and I think my uncle was the father…”

Sam stayed silent for a few seconds and then she said,

“What The Heck….”

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