Chapter 16 #3
After a while, I scooted my body closer into his lap, and I still holding onto the check in my hands, I smiled, while wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I thank you for defending me. You really make me feel like this is my world. You treat me like the girl that I am, and don’t let me have to handle any of the hard stuff,” I told him.
“It is your world, baby. Everybody else is just living in it,” he responded.
“I want to give a million to you. I want you to invest in your business as well,” I offered. That’s how you knew that I was in love for real because I’ve never offered a nigga a stick of gum. I loved Tank so much that I would literally give him anything that I had.
“Nah. That’s yo shit. I would feel less of a man taking money from you. Invest in your business. Open a savings for our kids,” he responded, and I laughed because this man was hell bent on me being pregnant.
Truth be told, if I wanted to take a test right now, and find out, I would probably get a legit answer.
My period is set to come on tomorrow. I really didn’t know if it was going to come or not because usually the days leading up to my period, my body always prepares me for it.
I’m usually super irritable, my hormones start raging like never before, and I’m quick to break my diet, always wanting to eat everything in sight.
I wasn’t experiencing any of those things.
“Here you go,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, and laying on him.
“Damn right here I go. Ay, if I get a baby out of you, I’m telling you that I’m going to go down in history.
You ain’t want shit to do with me in the beginning, yet somehow, I managed to get a baby from you.
Ima have to teach a class on that one. That’s skills, baby,” he talked shit, and I just ignored him.
I started planting kisses on his neck, and during that, I turned my own self on.
It all happened so quick. What was just supposed to be a couple of kisses, letting him know that I missed him, turned into me coming out of the pajamas that I was wearing, and I quickly removed the clothes that he was wearing too.
All that talk about me being tired had gone out of the window because I immediately woke up, and I allowed Tank to do anything with this pussy that he wanted to do.
I tried my best to keep my voice down because my mom, grandma, and sisters were all on the same floor as me, and I didn’t need the whole house hearing me.
It’s just when that dick gets inside of me, I lose my mind, and all sense of self control.
The next day
8:34 A.M.
Even on vacation, I would always manage to get up early.
I’d been up since 6:00 A.M. and I knew that Blake was an early bird as well, so when I woke up, I texted her, asking if she wanted to go down to the basement of the cabin, where it was a home gym, and get us a workout session in.
My body was trained to work out, and move in the morning, and I couldn’t stop that, even with me being on vacation.
I knew that Blake was the same way, so when I texted her, she immediately texted back, letting me know that she was already down in the gym, getting a workout in.
Surprisingly, Tank was still in bed sleeping when I got out of bed.
He had a long day yesterday, so I’m sure that his body just needed the reset.
I let him get his rest, while I crept into the bathroom, got ready, and before I knew it, I was down in the gym, getting a session in with Blake.
We worked out for over an hour, and by the time that I made it back up to the bedroom, Tank was up moving around.
The sex we had in the shower was one out of this world.
It was the kind of sex that made you want to get back in bed, and take your ass to sleep, but we had so much planned today, that I couldn’t do that.
I was currently upstairs in the bathroom, already dressed in my ski gear for today’s excursions.
I was fixing my hair. June, and Tank left, taking a ride, just to view a little bit of what Gatlinburg had to offer because they had to wait on all these women to get ready, so they knew that we would take a while, which is why they left.
In the middle of me in the bathroom, putting wand curls in my hair, my phone started ringing.
It was from a number that wasn’t saved to my phone, so I ignored the call.
The caller immediately called back, which made me ignore it again.
The third time, another call came through, and that’s when I aggressively sat the wand curler down on the counter, and I picked the phone up, aggressively sliding the bar across, and I placed the phone to my ear.
“Yeah?” I snapped.
There was silence. Right when I was getting ready to end the phone call because it was clear that someone was playing on my phone, that’s when I heard a sniffle. Hearing that sniffle, it caused me to become intrigued and wonder who it was that was on the phone.
“Dionne?” when the caller said my name, I swear my heart sank down to my stomach.
I remembered that voice. Hell, that voice sometimes haunted me at night. I used to have nightmares after getting shot on my birthday, and her voice being the last voice that I heard before she pulled out her gun, and she shot me.
It was Garrus’s wife. I really had no idea what she was calling me for, or how she’d even got my number.
I literally froze up at the sound of her voice, so I didn’t say anything. It was almost impossible for me to speak.
“Is it you?” she asked.
“What’s going on?” I finally found my voice.
I wasn’t going to confirm or deny if it was me because she knew that it was me. She had to have gone through all kinds of trouble to get my number, so she was aware of who she was speaking to.
A minute had gone by, and she still hadn’t said anything. As badly as I wanted to hang this phone up on her, curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I really wanted to know the reasoning behind her call.
“I won’t contact you after this. When I go, I want to go with closure, and that’s why I’m calling,” she said.
When I go. Those three words stood out to me, and it made me question if she was planning on committing suicide.
They’d found her guilty of attempted murder, and she would probably never get out.
It would be years before she could get a parole hearing, and even if she was still alive when it was time for her to get a hearing, it wasn’t set in stone that she would get out.
I still didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to have to speak about the part that I played in ruining her marriage, that caused her to lose her mind, pull out a gun, and try and kill me. I wasn’t proud of the part that I’d played, and I really wanted to forget all about it.
“Hey, ummm, I don’t want to talk about this. If you have any questions, I suggest that you go to Garrus because I don’t care to talk about it. What I will be is woman enough to offer you an apology. I am sorry for the part that I played in destroying your marriage—”
“My marriage with Garrus was already destroyed. It had been destroyed long before you came along. You were just the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Garrus was all that I knew. We’d been together since we were children.
I loved that man more than I loved myself.
I don’t expect you to understand what that level of betrayal feels like.
To carry children for him, where each of my pregnancies were high risk, nearly losing my life with each baby that I carried for him, and in a way, I feel like it was all in vain.
I don’t expect you to understand what this kind of hurt feels like.
I’ve lost myself being in here behind these walls.
I thought that it would make me feel better if I detached myself from him, and filed for divorce, even while I was locked up, but the pain still lies there,” she replied, and I kept quiet.
There was a moment when we were both quiet for about two minutes.
“I guess in a sense, you don’t owe me anything. My husband took vows with me, and he was the one that was supposed to honor them. You weren’t. I wish you well, Dionne, and I pray for a better happily ever after for you than the one that I was able to get,” and just like that, she hung the phone up.
I was shaking so badly. The things that she said to me really spooked me. I quickly turned the curling iron off, and I rushed out of the bathroom. I went down the hall, looking for my mom’s bedroom.
I knocked on the door, and I heard her voice from the other side of the door, telling me that I could come in.
When I walked in, my mom was sitting at the vanity area that was in her bedroom, and she was doing her make-up.
I closed the door behind me, and I was visibly shaking.
She noticed it immediately, so she stood up, and she came over to me.
“What happened?” she asked, with worry in her eyes, trying to see what was going on.
“Garrus’s wife just called me. Ma, that shit freaked me out. I feel like she’s about to kill herself,” I said, walking away from her, and I went for her bed, going to sit at the foot of it. I felt like I was getting ready to pass out, which is why I sat down.
“Garus’s wife? Isn’t she in prison? How the hell did she even get your phone number? What did she say to you? Why would you even accept the charges?” she was firing question after question at me, causing my head to start spinning.
I looked up at her, shooting her a look, basically letting her know that she was doing too much, and even she knew that because she calmed down a little bit, and she took a seat right next to me on the bed.
“I didn’t accept charges. She didn’t call me from the prison phone.
She called from an actual cell phone, and kept blowing me up, so that’s what made me answer.
Ma, the shit she was saying on the phone, I know it’s only a matter of time before we see something on the news, saying that she killed herself.
Then, she started asking me questions, wanting closure, but I told her that I wasn’t getting into all of that with her.
Ugh. I hate that I even picked up the phone.
Now, I’m about to let this mess ruin my mood.
Ugh. I can’t seem to catch a fuckin break,” I snapped, throwing my body back into the bed, lying on my back, and out of pure annoyance, I placed the palms of my hands on my forehead.
“Dionne, stop that shit. Don’t let that woman fuck up your mood.
Should have never answered the damn phone.
When you did pick up, and you heard that it was her, you should have hung up and blocked her ass.
You walked yourself right into that fuckin trap,” she said, putting her hand on my thigh, and she hit me, basically telling me to get up.
Like my drama was the least of her worries, she went back over to the vanity, so that she could finish doing her make-up.
“I just wish I could go back into time,” I voiced.
“You can’t, so please stop saying that. Dionne, what’s done is already done.
You accepted your wrongdoings in the part that you played in their marriage.
What? You going to keep punishing yourself for that shit?
Move the fuck on from that!” she snapped at me.
This is what I meant when I said that my mom could be so hard.
That shit was annoying as hell sometimes.
“I can’t wait until my daddy comes home. You give the worst advice. You act like a damn drill sergeant,” I said, and she laughed at what I said, as I stood up from the bed, so that I could go back into my room, and finish getting ready.
“You want your daddy to come home because you have him wrapped around your finger, and that’s not how it is with me. Your daddy tells you what you want to hear, and you know that’s not me, either. You know I’m going to always keep it real with you,” she continued in her rant.
I didn’t even reply. I just left her room, so that I could finish getting ready.
I was going to try my hardest not to dwell on this.
Oh, and to avoid the cursing out from Tank, and him getting upset with me because of the secrets that I would keep from him, I was going to make sure that the first moment him and I got a minute to ourselves today, that I let him know what just happened between me, and Garrus’s wife.
I didn’t need part two of the night that we had at his house, where he told me that he didn’t trust me.