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DROPPING AUGUST 30TH #WEDNESDAY

On their way through the foyer, Amare’s wife, Liz, walked through the door with a few designer shopping bags. Liz was a Fashionista, so she went shopping every day on Robertson Street. That's where all the stars shopped in Los Angeles. Liz damn sure blended in and looked like a movie star, Liz was what you called Top Model material. She was five feet nine in a designer pair of six-inch stilettos. Her skin was a chocolate complexion and her hair was jet black, long with no hair extensions.

She had a curvy body. She stayed in their home gym six days a week for one hour a day. Liz turned heads everywhere she went, but that was all she knew how to do. Liz’s occupation was an unemployed actress also known as video hoe, in Tynissa’s eyes; nonetheless, Amare saw more in Liz than just a video vixen. Even after finding out her father cut off all access to his credit cards for spending too much of his money, he still took her in his home.

To Amare, she was more than a fuck or a gold digger. He believed in love, and he knew Liz was appreciative of everything he gave her. He knew she loved him to the core. Liz was accustomed to the things Amare did for her. So she wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of their relationship, not even Tynissa. Amare met Liz on one of his homeboy’s video shoots a couple months after Tynissa had ran off. She was the leading lady, and Amare had to have her; and he got what he wished for. He ended up marrying her two months after knowing her at City Hall. They never had a public wedding, but everyone knew who put that huge diamond ring on her finger.

Her attitude was feisty, but she catered to a boss’s needs. He liked that, of course. She worshiped the ground he walked on. He was her king, and she was his queen, even though she sometimes doubted Amare’s faithfulness. Amare was not a cheater, but he was always surrounded by temptation.

“Hello, everyone,” Liz said in an ordinary tone, as she took her shades off to see who was all standing in front of her.

Tynissa stood next to Amare, straight-faced, staring at Liz. They couldn’t stand each other’s guts. Liz thought Amare catered to Tynissa, and they spent too much time together. She did not care about them working together, and she was ready to take Tynissa’s position so she wouldn’t be under her man so much.

As much as they hated each other, they stayed out of each other’s way as much as they could just for the sake of Amare and the business. Amare knew about all the drama between the two, 98 percent of it over him. He always tried to dead the situation, but with two feisty women, that was one battle he couldn’t win. Ever since Liz found out about Amare and Tynissa’s past relationship, she hung it over his head like a mistletoe every chance she got.

For a long time, Liz did not know about their old fling, until she found an old love letter Tynissa had written to him in the beginning of their relationship. She confronted Amare about the letter, but he assured her that, that was his past and they only had a business relationship. Liz was in love with him, and they were already married. So she went with his word, hoping he was telling the truth. But something in the back of her mind always made her think he was a liar.

Liz walked up to Amare and grabbed on to his belt and pulled him close. Then kissed him on the lips. “Baby, I hope you aren’t leaving. I wanted to show you something tonight.”

Tynissa looked at them as they interacted. The sight of them disgusted her. She felt like everything Liz did was all a front, and her love for Amare was phony. Tynissa tried hard to not look as if she was jealous, but it was written all over her face.

She had a frown of a lion ready for war, but she kept it together as long as she could stand it, and that wasn’t long. Tynissa hated the fact that he was all into his new-found love. She blamed herself for their break up. If she didn't leave him without a sign, she might have been Mrs. Della instead of Liz carrying his last name.

“I’m about to take Nissa home. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. I promise.”

Liz stepped back and looked at Tynissa, and then she looked at Amare with a frown.

“Take ‘Nissa’ home? Are you serious right now, Amare? This bitch has her own car.”

Tynissa looked at Amare and Liz with an attitude. “That’s right, bitch. Take Nissa home. So that means you have to sit home until he comes back.” Tynissa then smirked at Liz. She knew she had struck a nerve in Liz and she didn’t care.

Liz stepped in Tynissa’s face. “Don’t flex when you’re in my domain. I will beat your ass in my fucking house.”

Amare had to push the women away from each other before fist started flying.

“You two need to chill. My kids are in the other fucking room. If they hear you, I’ll put both of you out,” Amare said in a low tone.

Amare hardly raised his voice. He always tried to keep calm in any situation to see what’s going on. Landon and Jhene stood back and watched. As much as Jhene wanted to jump in their problems, Landon made sure she stayed 100 feet away from their relationship. Jhene didn’t like Liz either. She and Tynissa had been friends for years. So if Nissa didn’t like her, she didn’t like her. To her, she was a freeloading, trophy wife that Amare didn’t need to save.

Bentley decided to comment on the Jerry Springer drama, “Tynissa, I’ll drive you home. Cash, man, you stay here and take care your family. We got this.”

Tynissa was furious that Amare wasn’t taking her home. She had to ride with Bentley and listen to his loud Jamaican music all the way back to the city.

“Oh, it’s like that, boss man? For sure, Cash. Come on, Bentley, let’s step. This bitch wasted ten minutes of our time, anyway. Time is money, bitch. I should charge you next time,” Tynissa said as she walked out the door.

Liz stormed through the house up to their master bedroom with all her shopping bags. She left Amare standing in the foyer with an expression as if he didn’t know what happened.

“That’s minor shit. I’ll fix that. They both will be alright by morning,” Amare said, feeling confident about his relationships as Landon gazed at him. He had seen Liz and Tynissa snap at each other too many times and it was only getting worse. He was afraid it was going to mess up their business in the long run, and he didn’t want to see that happen.

“You might want to make them nip all that shit in the bud before it gets out of hand,” Landon said with a little concern.

Landon and Jhene got married ten years ago and they never experienced anything like what Amare was going through. They watched Amare jump from woman to woman since Savannah died, and they knew he was only doing that to find what he had in Savannah. They didn’t speak too much on his affairs, but they knew they had to start speaking up, especially Landon since Amare was his boy. They had been friends since they were teenagers.

Amare promised he would handle it, and everyone left. He was off to his bedroom to straighten out his wife.

$$$$

When Amare made it to their room after checking on the kids again, Liz was walking around the room, angrily. She didn’t want it to show, so she called herself cleaning up their room and hanging up her new dresses. Amare knew she was upset. Therefore, he wanted to approach the situation lightly. He was tired of going back and forth with Liz about Tynissa. However, she didn’t seem to understand.

He tried so hard to keep Tynissa and Liz satisfied and under control, but his plans always failed. Neither of the women respected his wishes. They both out talked him in arguments and went for each other’s neck, if they couldn’t get to his.

Liz walked from the closet to the bed, to the dresser, slamming drawers. Amare smirked without her seeing his face. Although he hated when Liz was over reacting, he thought her jealous ways were cute.

Amare watched Liz walk into their walk-in closet and he walked in behind her. She rambled through the clothes on the rack for a hanger. Amare stood behind her and watched. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His touch startled her, so she turned quickly.

“Baby, you okay? You seem mad,” Amare asked as if he didn’t know she was mad.

Amare began to kiss on Liz’s neck. She pushed him away.

“Are you still fucking Tynissa? Don’t lie to me.”

“You know damn well I’m not fucking her. You know if I’m with you, that is who I’m with. I’m faithful and I’d never betray you,” he said in a sincere tone. He was truly faithful to Liz.

“Well, do you still love her? I see the way you look at her, Amare. I know it’s still there.”

Amare tried so hard to block out his feelings for Tynissa. He never wanted Liz to feel like she was second to another woman. There was no denying that deep down, Amare was in love with two people. He didn’t think it was possible, but that’s how it was becoming. He just could not let his love for Tynissa show. Nonetheless, it was seeping through somehow.

“You shouldn’t be so worried about another woman. I mean, look at you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and you know how to take care home. I would never put another woman before you.”

Liz moved her body in closer to Amare and kissed him. Her soft warm lips gave him a hard on. Liz felt his manhood poke her pelvis bone. She smiled and began to unbuckle his belt.

“You forgot to say I also know how to make my man feel good, too.” Liz fell to her knees and pulled Amare’s pants to the floor.

Amare leaned back on the closet wall and closed his eyes as she stroked his stick, making it grow a whole eight inches. Once it was hard, she took the tip in her mouth and sucked him slow. He grabbed on to her hair as she went to work. At that moment, he felt like Liz was all he needed. He wasn’t going to fall for the games Tynissa was trying to play with him, especially since she was in her own relationship. He had everything he needed at home and didn’t need to step out for anything.  

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song: H.E.R "I won't" mood: mellow title: untitled

The cold air that was blowing through Dollie’s freshly straightened auburn hair gave her chills as she stood in front of her building, waiting for her usual customer to buy a 8th of weed from her. She blew air from her mouth into her hands, hoping she would warm up, but it wasn’t working. “Damn, this nigga needs to hurry up,” Dollie said as she looked out to the main street to see if she saw him coming- Dollie had been selling weed to everyone in her neighborhood for the last two years. That was how she funded her schooling since her so called wealthy family did not support her. They felt like at the age of twenty-three, she could find a job and support herself like they had to do. However, with all the classes she was taking at King Drew University, she didn’t have time for a dead-end job. So she got herself a medical marijuana license so she could purchase weed, and started slanging on the block like she was about that life. She had one more year in school, and she knew once she got her degree, she would get a job immediately, and wouldn’t have to look back on the struggle life she lived in Compton. Dollie lived on the Eastside of Compton in a well-kept apartment complex that was right next door to her school. The school she went to was a top medical school, however, it was located right in between Compton in Watts. But once she got a scholarship to attend, she wasted no time packing her things, moving out her parent’s home in Burbank, and renting an apartment right next door to her school. It saved her money because she could walk to school. At that moment, her customer pulled up and parked in the parking lot where Dollie was standing. Dollie walked over to his car and hopped in the passenger seat. She was thankful that he had his heater blasting in his Range Rover. “Damn, its so fucking cold out there. I was only standing there three minutes, and I felt like I was going to freeze to death,” Dollie said as she placed her hands in front of the heater. “Yeah, it’s cold as fuck. But what’s up with you? How is school?” Lamar asked as he reached into his pocket for his wad of cash to pay for his weed. “School is good. I got to go in the house once I’m done out here so I can finish reading these chapters. I only have one more year left. So I have no time to slack.” She passed him his weed in a pill bottle. “That’s what’s up. But are you burning one with me real quick? I haven’t seen you in a couple days. Thought we would catch up,” Lamar said with a smirk. Not only was she his dealer, he was her little boy toy. It had been almost a year since he had been buying weed from her, faithfully, and she knew he only bought from her consistently was because she liked to make out with him, and let him play with her pu**y in his passenger seat. Dollie didn’t have a man, and she had sexual needs. So she felt like Lamar was the one to fulfill them the way she liked. Lamar always told her that he thought it was a little childish that they only kissed and touched, even though he was a year younger than her, and she always left him with blue balls. But she knew he liked it, and knew he wouldn’t turn it down. “Yeah, I can sit out here with you for a minute. Roll up,” Dollie said as she slid off her jacket because his heater had warmed her up. As the two were passing the blunt back and forth and listening to music, Lamar decided to spark a conversation. He was feeling Dollie, and had never met a girl living in Compton that was like her. She was in school, had no kids, lived on her own, and knew how to hustle to make ends meet. However, he thought she was too beautiful and intelligent to be selling weed. He knew her struggle and her situation with school and her parents. He so badly wanted to step in and be a provider for her. That’s why he always came around and bought weed from her. He didn’t even have to buy from her because he owned his own medical marijuana spot with his best friend. So he was basically giving her money because he knew she needed it. Over the last year, he had gotten to know her well enough to know that he wanted to make her his girl before some loser or schoolboy did. Lamar had a lot on his plate but he wasn’t going to let it stop him from snagging the female he wanted in his life for an eternity. “You going to be a nigga wife someday. You know that?” Lamar asked out the blue as he blew smoke from his nose. “That weed must be real good. Got you talking about marriage. Let me hit it again so I can feel the same way,” Dollie joked. “Nah, I’m for real. I’ve been buying weed from you that I don’t even need. I end up giving it to my homies. I knew if I bought weed from you, I could snag some of your time every time I came through. To get to know you. And, you’ve told me enough to want to wife you.” Dollie smiled. “I’m flattered… So you’ve been giving my weed away, huh. What, you don’t like it or something?” Dollie asked, slightly changing the subject. him talking about marriage makde her a little nervous. Getting married was something she always wanted to do. But knew it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. He chucked… “I mean, it could be better. But I own a weed shop. I thought you would have asked about me by now to know what I be doing around here.” “No, I only go off what you tell me, which is not too much. We spend most the night talking about me until you got your tongue down my throat. Its like I’ve been kissing a stranger and letting him play in my pussy for a year, and that’s only because you have nice conversation and you are cute. So, I think that’s as far as it will ever get with us. I may not know much, but my friend tells me you got a girl. So, don’t even try to lead me on.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t have a girl. That’s I want to make you my girl. And, I won’t take no for an answer.” Lamar gazed at her, hoping his boldness would make her say yes. Dollie looked Lamar in his eyes. She was trying to find some kind of dishonesty so she could tell his ass no. But the look he gave her told her that he was serious. She had never made someone her man over a smoke session, and a simple demand. But there was something about Lamar that she liked too. She hadn’t had a boyfriend since high school because she felt like her life was too busy for a boyfriend. But something about this man that was staring at her like he could see their future right before his eyes made her think, just maybe, she could fit him into her life. Maybe life would be easier if she opened up her heart to this stranger that cared so much to waste money on weed he didn’t need just to get to know her and steal a little of her time. However, she still needed answers before she gave him any kind of answer. “What do you want from me, Lamar. I’m sure women drool over you every day. And, how do I know for sure you don’t have a girl?” “Trust me, ain’t no bitch in my life worthy enough for me to make them my girl. I mean I got bitches around me, but they just be home girls and bitches that bud tend at my shop. But I’m single, and all I want from you is your heart, and your trust. Let me take some of that weight off ya back so you don’t have to be out here slanging weed. It’s dangerous. So let me come in your life and be that nigga you need. I promise I won’t disappoint you,” he took his index finger and lifted her chin to make sure she made eye contact with him. Their gazed turned into their usual make out session. But this time, their kiss was passionate and real. It wasn’t like the high school make out sessions they usually had. This kiss had emotion, and had Dollie feeling like she could someday fall in love. Dollie disconnected their kiss and Lamar was in a daze. He had never had a woman make him feel so good, and so connected. Her lips had him in a daze that he didn’t want to come out of, even though Dollie still hadn’t gave him his answer. “Lamar, I believe in real love and marriage. Are you ready for that commitment? Are you ready to build something real with me?” “Doll, I’d marry you tonight if city hall was open, that’s how much I like you. I think about you every day, and I’m finally comfortable to ask you. Now are you going to be my girl or not?” Lamar was anxious to know her answer. ...

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“Are you serious right now. Henry? You came back here to tell me this is all my fault? I can’t believe you!” Jamie said with so much anger, after hearing Henry chew her out about Rissa’s behavior. True, she hadn’t been there for her daughter in the past, but she was trying, now that her daughter didn’t have a father. But for him to come at her and call her a bad mother was unacceptable.

“You need to get on the phone and call her, Jamie. That man is down there abusing her, and she is letting him to it because he doesn’t want to deal with you. Fix this this right now before she ends up dead, and I’m not fucking playing with you, Jamie. If he dies, I’m going to kill you!” Henry shouted and stormed out of the office.

Jamie sighed and picked up the pictures Henry had thrown on the desk. Her daughter ran away to live in pure trash and she felt extremely bad for her. Jamie looked over the picture that Henry managed to get of Derrick’s face. He looked so familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. That’s when it hit her. She turned on her computer and pulled up the history on her ex-partner. She started reading his file and that’s when all the evidence she needed was right in her face.

Derrick Richardson, son of ex-cop and drug dealer David Robertson.

“That bastard befriended my daughter for revenge!” Jamie said out loud. She then went downstairs and found Henry.

“Babe, I know who this Derick guy is. He’s my old partner’s son. I don’t know what he wants with Rissa, but we have to go get her out of that house now before he kills her,” Jamie said with urgency.

“That’s the Jamie I know. We need to drive this time because I’m taking my pistol. That coward pointed his gun at me.” Henry walked off and headed to his gun case with Jamie in tow. They were going to get Rissa back safe and sound.

$$$$$

Derrick stood over Rissa with a picture of her father in her face. She was tied to a chair and had bruises all over her body. He was furious that she was trying to leave, and Henry had showed up to his house. Not only that, he was tired of playing around with her.

“You will never get away with this. My mother is a cop and she is probably on her way now since Henry was here,” Rissa said with an attitude.

“Bitch, you think I give a fuck about your mother? She killed my father, and I killed yours. And your ass got away. I wanted to kill you too! You were supposed to die as well,” he slapped her in the face.

“Your father was a drug dealer and a traitor. My mother killed him because she had to! Your dad was supposed to be her partner!” Rissa shouted. She couldn’t believe she had fallen for her father’s killer. For the last year she had been talking to him, he was plotting to get her in his life and kill her.

“Partner, my ass. Your mother was fucking him, and cheating on your father. She was spending his drug money too. She killed my father because she was afraid everything was going to come to light. Don’t be so naive.” He smirked.

“You’re a fucking bitch, Derrick,” Rissa said in a gritty tone.

“No, you are,” he then took his gun and pistol-whipped Rissa in her temple. Rissa went out like a light. That’s when he heard his front door being caved in…

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DADDY ISSUES

Rissa stood in her room, getting all dolled up for her party. She had on a white dress with matching sandals. Everyone that she hung with at school were coming to celebrate with her, and they were also celebrating the first night of summer. However, the only thing on Rissa’s mind was going to see Derrick. She knew he didn’t have any problem going to see her but she couldn’t wait any longer. She was dying to know what he was like in person, and she couldn’t wait to feel his touch. A virgin, she wasn’t. And, she felt like a grown man was what she needed. He was twenty-five years old, and enjoyed dating younger women. But he wanted more from Rissa, and that was a committed relation. She was definitely with it, especially if it was going to get her away from family.

“So are you ready for your big party?” Jamie asked as she stepped into the room.

“Yup, I’m ready, but I’m even more ready to drive to Arizona to see my boyfriend,” Rissa walked to her closet and pulled out her luggage. She wanted to do a little packing before she left.

“Arizona? You have a boyfriend in Arizona?” Jamie asked with a confused look on her face. She didn’t know anything about a boyfriend in Arizona.

“Yes, I am leaving, and I’ll be going to California for school once my visit with him is up. So, are you still giving me a check for five thousand dollars? Because I need it by morning.” Rissa started emptying out her underwear drawer.

“Now listen here, Rissa-”

“Don’t you listen here, me. I am leaving and there’s nothing you can do about it because I am eighteen. You have your new family so worry about them!” Rissa shouted. “Now, get out!” Rissa shouted.

Not wanting to argue. Jamie left out. She was slowly starting to give up on her daughter. She was ready to just free her and let her live her life the way she wanted.

Jamie left out of her room and closed the door. She wasn’t even attending her daughter’s party, and she was sure her daughter didn’t want her there.

Rissa flopped on her bed and closed her eyes. She missed her dad so much, and every time she closed her eyes, she saw his dead body lying in the cold pavement.

As Rissa tried to call her mother, and got no answer, she ducked under the front seat and prayed. She was scared and didn’t know that to do. It was pouring down raining, and her father’s killer was still outside, checking her father’s pockets. Rissa looked up and peaked out the window. She didn’t see anyone so she proceeded to climb over to the driver side so she could drive home and find her mother.

When she got into the driver seat, the man that killed her father ran to the window.

“Open this door, you, stupid little girl! Open it, now!” the killer shouted as he banged on the window. Rissa was so nervous. She started fumbling with the ignition. All of a sudden, the truck wouldn’t start.

“Leave me alone, please! I didn’t do anything!” Rissa shouted.

The killer hit the window so hard, it shattered. “I am going to kill you too! You won’t get away with this, you won’t!” the killer shouted. He tried grabbing Rissa from the window, but she was finally able to get the truck started. Rissa drove off full speed, with the man still pulling on her arm from the window. Finally, he let go. Her arm was covered in blood and she couldn’t stop screaming and crying. She drove home in a rage, while dialing 911…

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Rissa drove down the block in a full rage. She was so tired of her mother treating her like a charity case. She was ready to leave off to college and never look back. She had lost her father over something petty. Rissa thought back to the night she had lost her father. It haunted her every second of the day. She could be having the time of her life and the flashbacks come to her.

She was 15 years old when her father had just come home from Afghanistan. It had been four long years since he had seen his little girl, and he wanted to spend every minute of the day with her. It was pouring down raining when the two were coming home from the skating rink. That was their favorite place to hang since she was a little girl. Jeff had been rolling skating at the rink since he was thirteen years old. He was a pro and always said his son or daughter would love skating too, and sure enough, Rissa was hooked.

After skating the two headed to the local diner for some dinner.

“I'm so happy you are home, daddy. Ever since mom got her new position down at the station, she is never home.”

Jeff looked at his daughter and smiled. Ever since she was born, her parents catered to her. At one point in their relationship, they dedicated their whole life to Rissa by leaving their jobs for the first five years of her life. Once she started kindergarten, her mother went back to work as an officer and her dad reenlisted back into the Navy. With Jeff gone all the time and Jamie always at work, Rissa spent most of her time with family. The loneliness didn’t kick in until Rissa entered middle school.

“Just know that your mother loves you. She has to work to make sure she keeps a roof over your head while I'm away, and to make sure she can always afford nice things for you.”

Rissa knew that, but she just craved more attention from her parents.

“I know,” Rissa said before her father threw his hand into her chest and stepping on the breaks. Jeff had stepped on the brakes a little too late because he had rear-ended a white van.

The man jumped out of the passenger seat wearing a long trench coat and a pair of fisherman boots.

“Stay right here, baby girl, I'll handle this,” Jeff said as he opened the door.

As soon as Jeff opened the door, the man immediately started shouted curse words at Jeff. Jeff tried to keep him cool but the man refused.

“You hit my fucking van, man, you are going to pay,” the man shouted in Jeff’s face.

“Calm down, man. My daughter is in the car. Here, heres five hundred dollars and my card. Whatever else you need for the damages, just call me and I’ll pay.” Jeff handed him a hand full of 100’s.

Rissa watched as the man threw the hundreds on the ground and stomped them out. “You think I want your fucking money?” the man said in a gritty tone. He then pulled a revolver from his coat.

Rissa gasped when she saw the man point his gun to her father’s chest.

Jeff through his hands up. “Look, man, I don’t want any trouble,” Jeff said.

The man didn’t say another word. He smirked at Jeff and then shot him in the chest three times. Rissa screamed when she saw her father fall to the wet cement. Rissa began to call her mother. But she didn’t get an answer.

Remembering the sound of the three gunshots that killed her father brought her out of her thoughts. She could hear horns blowing behind her because she was holding up a green light. Rissa drove off.

When she arrived her friend’s house, she was already sitting outside. She stood up from her bench swing and ran off the porch.

“Bitch, tell me you did not cash out on a truck!” Jaycee shouted as she ran to Rissa’s truck

Rissa unlocked the door so Jaycee could hop in.

“Girl, no, my mama bought it for me for my birthday.”

Jaycee smacked her lips. “Damn, girl, your ass is lucky and spoiled,” Jaycee shook her head.

“Not hardly, my mother ruined the moment when she said her stupid boyfriend helped get the truck.”

Jaycee laughed. “Girl, who cares who paid for it, you are rolling now.”

“Yeah, I sure am, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. I'm driving to Arizona this weekend after my party to go stay with my man for a little while,” Rissa said in a sassy tone.

“Who is your man?” Jaycee asked in a confused tone.

“You know who I am talking about. Derrick…”

“The internet guy?” Jaycee asked once again, sounding confused.

“Yesss, Jaycee. He is the only man I love. It's been two years and he really wants me to come down there to see him.”

There was an awkward silence.

“Why can't he come and see you?” Jaycee asked.

“Because, Jaycee. I want to go see him. I'm sick of being around my mother, her man, and her step kids. I'm almost eighteen, and I need a break from family,” Rissa was becoming a little annoyed.

Jaycee through her hands up. “Alright Rissa, dang. Well, changing the subject. Let’s go ride up on Deanne and her crew. They are going to be jealous of you.”

“Yeah, I know.” Rissa started her truck and drove off…

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"It’s been two years we've been talking, and you're finally turning 18," Justin typed on his laptop with a smiley face behind it. He lit a cigarette as he waited for his soon to be younger girlfriend to respond.

"I know... I can't wait to see you. I can't wait to hear the words, you're on your way to California," Rissa responded.

Her birthday was in two days, and she couldn't wait to see her online fling for the first time. She had been chatting with him on a website called, YoungPeopleMeet.com, for two years and her day was finally coming.

"Once my settlement money deposits in my account, I'm buying a car and coming to see you."

Rissa sent him a smiley face as she heard the knob turn on her door. She closed her laptop as her step father entered her room.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your studies, but your mother and I have a surprise for you.”

Rissa stood from her desk in her room and gave him a fake smile. “I’ll be down in a sec.”

Her step father walked out. She then slid on her slippers and headed out her room.

When she made it downstairs, she peeked out the living room window to see what was going on. She began to smile ear to ear when she laid eyes on her new custom-made chrome Jeep Rubicon. It was sitting on 24-inch rims with a red bow on the hood. Rissa ran out of the house, screaming about her new ride.

“Happy Birthday, Rissa!” her mother and step father shouted as her siblings stood around and watched. Although they were between the ages of three and twelve, they still envied her new ride.

“Go on, get in. The keys are already in the ignition,” her stepfather said.

“You don’t think that truck is too big for her?” Rissa’s mother, Jamie, said as she watched her daughter climb into the truck.

Her husband, Henry, laughed as he watched Rissa start up her Jeep. “She will be fine. She a big girl now. If she needs to, she can adjust the seats anyway she likes to be higher.”

Jamie was overprotective of her daughter. They had been through so much together before her husband had came along, and now her baby had grown up. It wasn't her idea to get Rissa a Jeep, it was all her husband's idea. He figured giving her a car would let her know that her mother trusts her out in the world, alone. Jamie was an FBI Agent and after her last husband’s murder, she wasn't chancing losing her daughter. However, she was an adult now and going off to college, so her first step was getting her a car.

Jamie walked up to the Jeep as her daughter played with the bluetooth sound system. “I see you like your new toy. You did so good your senior year, I feel you deserved this. This will be your graduation gift, going away gift, and birthday gift. From me, and Henry.”

“Thank you, mom. I really do appreciate it, but why do you have to say from you and Henry, when I know you paid for it?” Rissa asked with a slight attitude.

Jamie knew it was coming. Jamie and Henry had been married a year. They recently married a month ago. Jamie moved Henry and his two young boys into their family home. Rissa wasn’t too fond of that, but she went with the flow. Henry’s 12-year-old and Rissa didn't get along too well, but Rissa adored his three year old. However, she wasn’t happy when she married him only two years after her father’s murder that took place right in front of Rissa.

Rissa felt her mother was only thinking about her own happiness and only taking care of her out of pitty. Henry was younger than Jamie, and he had baggage. He was a good man, but he was a single father and entrepreneur. She knew her mother was taking care of him and the boys while he got his business off the ground. Henry was a new feel for Jamie, but her mom was her biggest problem.

“It’s your birthday weekend. Don’t spoil it with an attitude. Ok, missy?” Her mother snapped back at her.

“You always want things your way. Why did you buy me this Jeep, mom? Because you feel sorry for me because I dont have a father? Do you feel bad that you didn’t answer the fucking phone when I called you?”

Jamie sighed.

After years of counsiling, she learned not to provoke her daughter. She was told she needed love to stay sane.

“Look, Rissa, I’m sorry you don’t like Henry, but when I asked your opinion, you said you liked him. Please, Rissa, lets not spoil this.” Jamie smiled to lighten the mood.

Rissa sat silent for a second. She needed to get away from her mother for an hour or two. Now that she had her own ride, she was ready to test drive it.

“Henry is not the problem, you are… I'm going to April's and let her see my ride.” She drove off without telling her mother bye.

“Be safe, baby, put your seatbelt on!” Jamie yelled out.

Henry walked over to Jamie and wrapped his arm around her. “She’s going to be ok. All of this is just new to her,” Henry said in an assuring tone.

“I hope so, the therapist said she's fine, but sometimes, I don't know. Maybe I should have waited to marry you after she left for college.” Jamie was feeling as she had done the wrong thing. She loved Henry and the kids, but she loved her daughter first.

“Trust me, once she hits college grounds, she is going to mature up and not care who her mother is married too. I know she isn't too fond of the marriage, you don't have to hide it from me. But I am going to do whatever I have to just to make her like me.” Henry gave his wife an assuring smile.

Jamie smiled back. Henry was the best thing that happened to her. She was praying her daughter and husband could get along.

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Jay

After I peeled of that faggot Armonee, well, Andrew, Ashontaye had no choice but to pack up and leave the country with me, unless she wanted to go to jail for a murder she didn’t commit. So, after we left that hotel, we packed up our house and moved to Aruba. Ashontaye was angry when we first touched down, but as time went by, she got settled and we left all our problems behind us. I knew Ashontaye loved me, and I knew the situation with Armonee wouldn’t tear us apart, even though it was an unfortunate situation.

“Happy Birthday, handsome. You made it another year,” Ashontaye said as she stood over me as I was just waking up. It was nine in the morning and it was my twenty ninth birthday. She was wearing an apron and only wearing her lace panties and bra behind it, and carrying a huge chocolate cake on a tray. Although I wished I could have been celebrating with my family, celebrating with Ashontaye in our new home was good enough.

“Thank you, baby. I’m honored to wake up to your pretty face.”

She blushed. “Stop it, J’mar,” she sat the cake in front of me with a knife and a cake plate.

“So, I thought we could eat cake this morning, and then have lunch later with those nice Aruba people we met,” Ashontaye said.

“What’s cool. Did you make this yourself?”

“Yes… I did.” She smiled. My baby knew how to get down in the kitchen.

As I was cutting a slice of cake, Ashontaye began to talk.

“So, I was thinking about the last time we were in the states. Thing were so messed up between us,” Ashontaye said in a bitter tone.

“I know… but I thought we were over that and wasn’t going to bring it up anymore.” I forked up a piece of cake into my mouth. The sweetness in the cake was so good. Ashontaye’s cakes never tasted so good and so sweet.

“I know what we said, but I just can’t stop thinking about it, Jay. You hurt me, and you thought killing Armonee was going to solve all our problems. You didn’t kill her to save our relationship, you killed her because she was a man.” Ashontaye crossed her arms.  

“Let’s not go there, Taye. It’s my birthday,” I said through clinched teeth. I then took another bite of cake. At that moment, my stomach began to rumble.

“For as long as we’ve been together, everything was all about you. You have always been selfish and I’ve always had to live by your rules. What if I told you I was tired of it and ready to do my own thing?”

I frowned. However, I was suddenly feeling dizzy. So, I removed the tray from my lap but kept my cake plate in hand. I finished my slice of cake and stood from the bed. And that’s when it happened. I felt myself losing my breath.

“Not right now, Taye. I don’t feel so good.” I stumbled to the door to head to the bathroom.

“Oh, I bet you don’t feel good, you piece of shit. I loved you, Jay, and you hurt me. I told you to never cheat on me, and you did. So, now you are getting what you deserved in that hotel room, you bitch. I made your cake with antifreeze, you fool. I hate you, Jay. And, once you roll over and die in the next few minutes, I will be moving on, and guess with who?”

I could hardly function, at this point. I started vomiting on the floor as I held on to the wall.

“Who, Taye, who are you leaving me for?” I asked as I continued to throw up cake and the lining of my stomach. That’s when I saw my twin brother, Jon, walk into my bedroom. He was smiling like shit was all good. Me and my twin never got along, and I always knew he wanted Ashontaye. Now, here he was, taking my lady, while she took my life.

“What’s up, twin. Karma finally caught up with your ass,” my brother said with a smirk on his face.

I could kill him, but I was already defeated. I was on my death bed and there was nothing I could do about it. I never thought Ashontaye would get her revenge this way. But she proved me wrong. She was scorned and it was all my fault.

My brother pulled Ashontaye close to him and planted a juicy kiss on her lips. He was grabbing her plumped ass while I stood against the wall and died. I began to foam from the mouth and I fell to the floor. Ashontaye stopped kissing Jon and kneeled over me.

“Karma is a bitch, and I hope you rot in hell. Cheater.” She kicked me.

That’s when everything went black, and I choked to death on my own fluid…

The end…

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ASHONTAYE

 I stepped out my rental car and grabbed my purse. Jay clearly thought I had let him off the hook, but he was wrong. Los Angeles was only five hours away, so I took a flight there to confront Jay’s sorry ass. He always blamed me for his ways and I always believed it. But after doing some thinking, I knew he was only playing me for a damn fool. However, I was no longer sleep, and I had something for his ass to show him how much of a loser he was.

I walked into the Four Season and walked up to the check-in desk. I put on my best smile as I approached the woman that was sitting behind the counter.

“Welcome to Four Seasons. Would you like to check into a room?” the woman asked, smiling so brightly.

“No, actually, I’m looking for my husband’s room. I left the keycard he gave me at home, and he isn’t answering his phone.” I lied, just so I could get my ass up to Jay’s room. I knew he was up there with that bitch Armonee, and I had a surprise for their ass.

“Ok, What’s your husband’s name, ma’am?”

“J’mar Brown.”

She typed his name in the computer and it popped right up.

“His room number is 245. Here is his spare key. Enjoy your night,” the woman said with a smile.

I grabbed the key and gave her a smile back. I made my way to the elevator and stepped inside. As I stood on the elevator alone, I looked at my reflection on the elevator door. I was a great catch, so I didn’t understand why he did want to be at home with me. I didn’t understand how he wanted to tie me down and not want to be tied down. However, I was no longer going to live by his dumb logic anymore.

The dinging sound of the elevator through me out my thoughts. I walked down the hall and looked at every door. I then pulled my gun from my purse and knocked on the door with the tip of it. I knew his ass was in there. I stuck my ear to the door and could hear someone walking to the door. When the door opened, I stuck my gun into Jay’s chest and pushed him back into the room.

“You thought I was just going to let you walk out of me to come layup with this tramp ass bitch!” I shouted, keeping the gun to his chest. I had never seen Jay so scared. He was hardcore, and too much of nothing bothered him. But this 9mm to his chest had him ready to piss himself.

“Taye, it’s not what you think. You have to understand-”

I cut his sorry ass off. “Understand that you are a liar, and a cheater. You don’t know this bitch. You fuckin her and then laying up with me? I should shoot your dick off!”

Armonee stood up to the bed and wrapped the sheet around herself. I then pointed my gun at her.

“Bitch, where the fuck you think you’re going. You were big and bad talking to my man in private, saying how you can replace me. You can’t replace me, hoe. So, your ass is dead too.”

“Baby, can you please put the gun down so we can talk. She can leave, and it will just be us,” Jay pleaded.

I laughed. This motherfucker had played me for a fool for so long, it became natural to him. There was no way I was going to let him talk me out of killing his ass. “No, hell no. I want you to hear this funny story I found out about your little side piece here. Sit your ass down.” I pressed the gun to his chest making him fall onto the bed.

“So, your little dime piece here has a secret. I was doing some snooping, you know like how us girlfriends have to do from time to time on you want to be side bitches. And, guess what I found out, your real name isn’t Armonee,” I smirked as I shook my head.

‘I know my name isn’t Armonee, it’s Ariana. Armonee is my stage name,” Armonee had the nerve to say.

“Oh, so you want to play games, huh? Like you’ve been doing to men for the past year, since you got your surgery.”

When I mentioned the word surgery, her eyes lit up. She knew exactly what I was getting at.

“Don’t even go there. You don’t know me, and you had no right going into my past.”

“Oh, bitch, I had every right. Now, tell him before I shoot you!” I shouted.

“Taye, please!” Jay said.

“Okay, Jay. I lied to you. My real name is Andrew and I was born a man. But I had a sex change last year, but I’m still all woman,” Armonee cried out.

“You’re a what?!” Jay shouted and stood from the bed.

I stood there finding humor in the whole moment. Jay had stuck his dick into a man, and he didn’t even know it. I wanted to kill him, but I felt like the sweet revenge of revealing he had slept with a man felt even better. I was so caught up in the moment, Jay had snatched the gun from my hand. He then pointed the gun at Armonee and let off my whole clip in her…

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Jay 

I knew I should have not been in this hotel with Armonee, but she was something I couldn’t resist. I was so tired of my girl, Ashontaye, bringing me down, so I wanted to send a message to her that she could be replaced. When I left the house, I knew she had been through my Instagram because she forgot to close it out. She also forgot to delete the screenshots she sent to herself.

I could see the pain in her eyes when I walked out the door and said I was going on a little vacation to think.  For the first time in her life, she didn’t have anything to say. She knew things were rocky between us. She knew if she said the wrong thing, I would hurt her feelings and leave her bougie ass where she stood.

I looked over at Armonee as she sat at the dining table in out suite, and rolled up a blunt for us. Her small titties were looking suckable as she sat with no top on, with her long wavy hair falling down her shoulders. I walked over to her and pulled her hair behind her shoulder. I then kissed on her neck. She smiled as she enjoyed the feeling.

“What do you want from me?” Armonee asked.

I took the blunt from her hand and made her stand up. I took her into my arms and hugged her.

“I want what I can’t get at home,” I whispered in her ear.

She let me go and started unbuckling my pants.  She dropped my Levi’s to the floor, followed by my boxer briefs. She wasted no time dropping to her knees and putting my limp dick into her mouth, making it nice and hard within seconds.

I picked up the blunt she rolled and a lighter, from the table, and lit it. It had been so long since I had got some head. I hadn’t cheated on Ashontaye until now. She never liked to suck my dick and she was always afraid to try new positions. That’s why I always kept myself busy making money. Because, there was nothing for me to go home to. She didn’t even want to have my kids.

Once I finished half the blunt, Armonee stood up and smirked.

“Damn, why did you stop?” I asked. This girl already had me gone.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. She pushed me down and climbed on top.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked, before she slid my stick inside of her.

After I told her I had some in my bag in the bathroom. She went and got it and came back. After she slid the condom on, she started grinding on my dick. The feeling of her warm insides had me moaning out.

In between strokes, I heard someone knocking at the door. Armonee was riding me like a horse and someone had the nerve to knock. They were knocking like it was an urgency.

Armonee climb off me. “You want to get that?” she asked, looking at me with a side eye.

 I sat up in bed and slid my sweat pants on. The person was knocking, continuously, so I rushed to the door and opened it. That was something I should have not done. When I opened it up, Ashontaye was backing me into the room with a pistol to my chest.

“Thought i was going to let your ass off the hook easy, huh?”

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I thought he would never find me, I said to myself as I swung around the pole with Bad and Boujee blaring through the club while me and 3 other girls popped our ass on the tallest pole in the club, and we were at the very top.

The man that had been liking all my pictures on Instagram and always in my DM, making me smile, finally found me after a year of internet flirting. I knew he had a girl, but that wasn’t my concern. She should have been doing what she was supposed to at home for her man, and he wouldn’t be looking my way and checking for me.

I gazed out into the crowd. I couldn’t see all of him because I was so high in the air, upside down, but I knew that it was him.

I slowly slid down the pole as the song switched. Once I made it to the bottom, I collected my money and headed to the back to change into a new outfit and put the money I made in my locker. I changed into a black G-string and bikini top. I sprayed her Chanel perfume over my body and headed out front to the club.

Finally making my way to my Instagram friend, I put on a sexy smile and walked up to his VIP section. His name was Jay. Jay was from up north and didn’t come down to LA often. However, this visit, he was on a mission. He was on a mission to find me. His Raider’s hat was pulled low over his eyes and he was wearing all black with a pair of black Cortez. He had a cigar in one hand and a bottle of Belaire in his other hand.

I walked into his section and sat next to him.

“Do I know you?” I asked. I crossed my legs and leaned in on him.

He smiled, showing off his bottom gold grill. “Maybe… What’s your name?” Jay asked.

“You know my name, boy, stop playing with me,” I hit him lightly in the arm.

Jay wrapped his hand around her shoulder and whispered in her ear. The feel of his minty breath turned on her.

“Well, I’m not into the club scene, but since I am here, can I get a dance?” Jay asked.

“Oh course, anything you want.”

I stood up and wasted no time grinding on his lap. He held on to my waist as I grind my ass on him. He started letting twenty dollar bills fall all over me as I danced. It caught everyone’s attention once they noticed it was 20k in twenties. Once I saw he was spending money, I brought out all my tricks until his dick was nice and hard. That was right where I wanted him to be.

At that moment, he stopped me. “Collect your money and get dressed. We’re about to take this party to my room.”

He didn’t have to say anything else. I picked up my money and went to go get dressed…

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Ashontaye

I knew he was cheating, but I didn’t want to believe it. Jay had always been good to me, even when I wasn’t good to him. I never cheated on him, but I knew my constant picking would run him away. That was the only way I could get his attention. Jay was always running the streets and I always wanted him home with me.

He always said these very words to me, “You want to live a good life, you have to put up with me being in the streets.”

He always gave me my get-out clause, but I decided to stay because loved him. We had been together since tenth grade and we were now 25. What was I going to move on too?

I sat listening to my friend on the phone as she told me how I needed to pack my shit and leave. But I couldn’t stop reading his Instagram inboxes.

“I told you I’ve been lonely lately, so I booked me a flight to your city,” was the last message he sent to Armonee.

A stripper? I said to myself as I read every word he wrote to a woman named Armonee.  

Armonee was a well-known stripper from Los Angeles. I knew a stripper wasn’t taking my place, but I guess I was wrong. When I saw Jay walk out the house with his bags packed for a vacation, I knew he was going to meet Armonee for the first time. But for once in my life, I didn’t say anything. I let him walk, even though I had the proof right in my phone.

“What were you thinking not saying nothing to him when he walked out the door?” my friend said, snapping me out my thoughts.

“I don’t know, Rena. I am going to call you back.” I dismissed her call and finished my martini.

After I finished my drink, I headed upstairs to our master bed room. I glanced at myself in the mirror and noticed I had smeared my mascara from all the crying I had done.

Am I that bad of a person? I asked myself as I gazed into the mirror.

I was losing the love of my life, and I knew it was my fault. At that moment, something snapped. I raced to Jay’s side of the closet and began looking through his cloths. The smell of him reeked through the closet and it drove me insane. I became angry at him and at myself for how things were turning out in between us. I began ripping all his clothes off the hangers and ripping his shirts with my bare hands.

“I hate you, I hate everything you have turned into!” I shouted as I cried and tore up his side of the closet. I stood still and looked at the mess I made, wondering what my next move was…

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