Journei
“Iknow damn well you ain’t go against the grain and buss it open for a real nigga.
Where my brotha at, Hoenei?” Hunz wasn’t ’bout to let me get no sleep.
I had just gone to sleep not even thirty minutes ago.
The whole night replayed in my head as a movie on loop from the situation with my wife to the encounter with Gills.
I hated how I came off on Christian… Pastor Gills. He was a fuckin’ pastor, and I was tryna fuck that man. Bad luck was a shadow of mine at that point. I issued him an apology last night, but I didn’t fully mean it.
A species I had no attraction to had a specimen that gained full control over my body without knowledge. That was somethin’ I still had problems understanding. He was the first man to have the lesbian change her ways.
“Hunz, leave me alone. I just went to sleep,” I spoke from under the covers. He never left. I could sense his presence in the room. If I didn’t answer him, he was gon’ aggravate me ’til I did. “Fine. I didn’t buss shit open, and apparently, I ran him off. Can I go back to sleep now?”
“You can sleep when we done. First off, why you at my house and not with your wife?”
I started to get upset all over again. “My precious wife cheated last night. I came here when I left the club.”
“And Gills?”
Just hearing his name had an effect on me. My pussy had to have ears ’cause she jumped from the sound of him. I needed a moment to myself to regroup and try to figure out why I was so engrossed.
“I tried to fuck on him,” I mumbled.
“Nah, you gon’ have to repeat that. Ain’t no way I caught that right.”
“I tried to fuck Gills. But I didn’t know he was a pastor, and I was hurting. I wanted revenge in a way… I think.” Revenge initiated the attempt, but somehow, the natural effects he had on me pushed it to the side.
“Journei, I’ve never seen you act the way you did last night. Your wife was right. You eye fucked my brotha and didn’t care who witnessed it. Then you came here and actually tried to sit on my boy. This is wild,” he said, followed by a chuckle.
“Can we finish after I get some sleep?” He nodded. “And don’t let my hoe ass wife step foot in this house.” I wasn’t ready to deal with Alexis yet. How I felt last night still stood.
My best friend let me sleep ’til a lil’ after six in the evening.
I wasn’t quite rejuvenated, but I was no longer drained.
I made my way into the kitchen to munch on somethin’ my baby cooked.
Belle could buss some pots and pans down.
I opened the microwave to a plate of chicken parmesan. My mouth instantly watered.
After warming the food up, I went to find my number two. He was in his man cave blazing up. I made perfect timing. I set the food down and grabbed the blunt from him. My lungs were ready to be invaded. and my nerves were ready to be calmed.
We never engaged in conversation while in a session. The thoughts in our head did enough talking for us. I was high and full. I practically swallowed that food once the munchies set in. She didn’t have to cut up in the kitchen the way she did.
I got ready to head upstairs when Hunz spoke up. “Lex called. She said she was drunk and made an honest mistake. She admitted to her fuckup. I think you should give her another chance.”
“Ain’t no way my best friend suggesting me give a muthafucka that cheated another chance to do it again.” I was pissed.
“That ain’t no broad you just met. That’s your wife of three years. Ain’t nobody perfect, best friend. At least go hear her out.” Hunz vouched for her, and that made my blood boil.
I made my way outta his space and didn’t think on going back. Since he wanted me to go see my cheating wife so bad, I got myself together.
Hunz had been married to Belle for four years, and yes, they had issues, but none of that nature. I was sure he wanted me and Lex to work, but the trust was gone, and so the marriage was dead in my book.
The home we shared wasn’t too far from Hunz’s. I had time to think on what she could possibly say to defend her actions. Admitting to things was somethin’ we were supposed to do. Congratulations to her for bein’ an adult.
As I pulled up, a wave of emotions flooded my body. I loved my wife with everything in me and meant every word when I told her I didn’t want to lose her. She had me in every way possible but decided to throw us away without a second thought.
Taking in a deep breath, I got out and headed inside. If it backfired, I was beating Hunz’s ass, then disappearing for a few days. Anything could come out my wife’s mouth, and I was nervous as to what would. What I could say was she should beware of a woman with a broken heart.
Following the noise, I was led to the kitchen. Lex was preparing dinner, which sparked my curiosity. She had no idea when I was coming back, but two plates were out, as well as wine glasses. I leaned into the doorframe and spoke, startling her once again.
“Wassup?”
“Fuck, Journei. You scared me. I wasn’t expecting you.” She grabbed her chest and calmed her breathing.
“I’m only here for one reason, and I’m not staying long.” I looked at my watch and said, “You got ten minutes.” Her saying she wasn’t expecting me explained the setting. She was cooking for someone else. The question was who.
“Damn. I got a time limit on how long I can talk to my wife now?” I never moved, and my expression never changed.
She was wasting time. “Fine. I fucked up last night. I can admit that. We were drunk, and I lost control. Trina is an ex and always will be. I can’t voice that enough.
You’re my wife, and I disrespected you in a way that would crush me if the tables were turned.
I know you not gon’ just run back, but can you at least forgive me? I want this marriage.”
I heard everything she said. I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t want this marriage equally, because I did. Alexis made me happy overall. However, I wouldn’t excuse her actions and the fact that she was cooking for someone else at the moment. Her words meant nothing to me.
All I granted her was a head nod, then turned to leave. I heard her out, and I was ready to go. I headed for the door with my wife on my heels.
“Baby, walking away won’t fix us, and neither will lack of communication. Can you stop for a second? Damn.” Lex was trying, but I really didn’t have the energy for us.
“Can y’all do this after I eat and go home? Begging don’t look good on you either, baby.”
That voice I knew all too well. I stopped walking when I heard her speak. Alexis was really trying me. My first thought was beat Trina’s ass from the stairwell to the door and then on the porch steps outside. My second thought was they do what was allowed, so leave. Thought two won.
Chucking up the deuces, I walked out with my wife throwin’ explanations left and right. In one ear and out the fuckin’ other was where they went. Entertain a clown, and they were sure to make you laugh eventually. I thought so much of my wife, but she was nothin’ more than a joke to me.
Once I got to my car, I turned around to face her. The lil’ midget had tears flowing rapidly like she had the right to be hurt or sad about anything. I allowed her to step into my personal space continuing with her pleas.
“Alexis, I—”
She cut me off with a kiss that made me buckle. Her mouth was the weapon she used to get her way. I was that close to being dumb in love when Trina’s voice brought me back to reality. Breaking the kiss, I pushed my soon to be ex-wife off me.
“Alexis, I want a divorce.” With that, I hopped in my new Wraith and headed to Nashville. I needed a breather, and Nashville held my condo I never sold from college. Space from everybody, including Hunz, was all I wanted.
Two days was how long I’d been cooped up in the condo crying.
The person I poured my all into shitted on our marriage—hell, me.
The fucked-up thing was, with time, I probably would’ve gone back to my wife.
But cheating wasn’t enough for her. She had to bring the bitch back to where I laid my head and disrespect me even further. Lesbians don’t cheat my ass.
A call came through my phone from Hunz, which I ignored with the quickness. Fuck him. He made the dumbass suggestion of hearing the bitch out, and that got me nowhere. My phone rang again, with Belle Air calling. I answered for her, even though I didn’t want to.
“Hey, my baby.”
“Nei, are you okay?” She was concerned as usual.
“I’m good, Belle. Tell your husband to stop callin’ my phone before I block him. I have no words for him.” And I meant that.
“I will. I’m guessin’ you want to be alone, am I correct?”
“You always are. Can you do me a favor though? I have a meeting with the twins tomorrow at eleven. Can you take the meeting for me? It’s just an update meeting for the lounge.”
“Yeah. I can do that for you. I heard what went on with you and Gills. Nei, what’s goin’ on with you?”
I told her exactly what I told Christian and Hunz. How I felt was how I felt. The only person that could change that was Christian, who I owed a genuine apology to. Gills was a pastor that didn’t need those… my type of problems in his life.
“Sort through your feelings and call me when you can. I love you, Nei.” Belle was always genuine, so I believed her when she said those three words. She hung up, leaving me to my thoughts.
My phone chimed, letting me know I had a text. The number wasn’t saved, but from the message, I knew exactly who it was.
615-498-0117: I just wanna make sure you’re okay. People are worried about you, including me. Hunz called and filled me in. He also gave me your number, upon my request of course. Get back to me at your earliest convenience.
Christian checking on me was sweet. Me getting back to him would have to wait though. I planned on goin’ against my rules and gettin’ Jourdell Evans drunk tonight.