Page 11 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
“Dionne, cut the shit, okay! You know exactly what I want! I can’t get in contact with your ass! I been watching this fuckin condo for well over a month, trying to get a hold of you, but you’ve been hard to track down these days!” he barked at me, walking closer to me, and I stepped back, which had me crashing into the wall behind me.
Garrus stood before me, with anger all over his face. His nostrils were flaring, there were veins that were sticking out of the side of his neck, and if I didn’t know any better, it looked like his ass wanted to hit me. He knew not to even try it though. I was a bougie bitch, but I was from the projects, so I would kill his ass in here.
“Your still not telling me what you want! What the fuck do you want? I don’t want anything to do with you. I moved out of the condo that you got me, I traded in the truck for somethingnew, all because I didn’t want any fuckin ties to you! You need to get the fuck out before I call the police on you!” I screamed.
“What the fuck you mean you don’t want to have any ties to me? You think that motha fuckin truck, and condo were the only things that I ever gifted your ass? I spent millions on you! I spent more money on your ass than I spent on my wife, and I’ve been with her for over forty years! You think this shit is a game, Dionne? You think you’re just going to move on, and we’re not going to rekindle our shit? My wife is in prison. She filed for divorce, and we’re in the process of handling that. That was the one thing you used to ask me to take care of, and now that I’m doing it, you’re trying to leave me? What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spat, punching the wall that was right on the side of my face.
It was literally just an inch away from my face, so one wrong move from me, and he could have been punching me, breaking my nose or something.
“Stop trying to act like you don’t know why I left. I was shot. That crazy ass bitch shot me in my chest multiple times, almost killing me. I almost lost my life dealing with you. I don’t want any parts of whatever it was that we were doing. What you going to do? Kill me? I’m sure they saw when your dumb ass walked in here on the cameras. You’ll be in prison with your fuckin wife! Move!” I spat, putting both hands on his solid chest, pushing him, so that I could step out of the way.
With his strong built, of course he didn’t move an inch, but after a few seconds, he did eventually walk away, and I left his ass right there, walking over to the door, so that I could remove the heels that I was wearing. I bent down, and I picked up the bag that held my food, along with my purse that had fallen as well. The second I reached up to put the items on the table that was near the door, Garrus walked up behind me, and hiked up the dress that I was wearing, instantly exposing me.
The only thing that I had on underneath this dress was a black thong. His large hand slapped me on my ass, and in this moment, I froze up because I felt so violated. There was a time when his touch meant the world to me. I used to melt at his touch. With Garrus being married while I had been dealing with him, it wasn’t like his touch was something that I would get often. I would only get his touch when it was my turn, and that’s why I would crave it so much.
“You stressed me out. Got me out here looking all over for you, camping out, sliding money to the security to let me in the building. I need some pussy,” I could feel him behind me, fiddling with his belt.
I inched away from him, and with his free hand, he held me, not letting me get away. I knew what it felt like to be violated. It was something that I pushed in the back of my mind, pretending that that night had never happened, so I’ll be damned if I allowed something like that to happen to me again.
I fought my way off him, and we ended up landing on the floor. Garrus got me down on my back, and I was kicking, and screaming for him to get off me. He had a tight grip on both my hands, putting them behind my head, and he’d managed to get his dick out, so I was able to look down, and see it. It was hard.
There was a menacing look on his face that I’ve never seen before. His ass looked like he was on something. I could see crazy in his eyes, as he was on top of me, smiling, getting pleasure in thinking that he was going to take something away from me.
“If you think that you’re about to rape me, I really hope that you kissed your kids goodbye. I swear to God, I won’t let you violate me like this and get away with it. I swear I’ll kill you. I will fuckin kill you,” my voice cracked, and it was shaky along the way.
It’s like he knew that I wasn’t playing with him because that smile that was on his face, it quickly left. I even saw the way his dick went limp. It’s like all the energy that he’d just had to take something from me had left his body. The need was no longer there.
He stuck his dick inside his briefs, pulled his pants up, and he stood, leaving me there on the floor. He looked at me with hatred in his eyes. I saw a man that felt defeated. I saw a man that was used to cheating with different women on his wife, and he was used to letting his money be what allowed him to have his way. That no longer worked on me, and because he knew that, that’s where the defeat came into play.
It’s almost like there was so much more that he wanted to say, and do, but he eventually just turned on his heels, found the front door, and he slammed it. He slammed the door so hard that the art on the wall shifted.
One piece of art that shifted was a custom drawing that I had of my baby sister, Nivea. Since it shifted the way it did, it’s almost like her eyes were right on me. I couldn’t bear the thought of looking at her right now, knowing what just finished happening, so I turned my head.
I crawled over to the wall, pulling my knees up to my chest, wishing that I would have stopped at the pet care that was downstairs before I came up, so that I could have grabbed Bagel. I needed Bagel to crawl into my lap right now because usually his love would make everything better. What Garrus just did in here triggered the hell out of me. It took me back to that night when I was only eleven years old. A night that I refused to ever talk about again.
I thought that I was over that. I thought that I had forgotten about that, but the way my shoulders were moving up and down, and my head dropped, along with the loud cries that I just finished releasing, proved to me that I wasn’t over it. The way Iplayed so well at forgetting that it ever took place, I thought that the pain from that night was buried, somewhere deep enough where I’d never have to feel that pain again.
The second this man hiked my dress up, touched me without my consent, without my want or need for his touch, the memories I tried so hard to forget came rushing back.
There was a method to my madness. People thought that I was into high end designer things, this extravagant lifestyle, and loads of money, simply because I had expensive taste. I find interest in all those things, just to make the pain quiet enough. No matter how many designer bags I purchase, no matter how many gospel songs I played, or the candles that I light around this beautiful condo to put me in a peaceful setting, the truth of the matter is that there are some wounds you simply can’t dress up. There are things that you can’t get over.
Along the way, I’ve just learned how to hide my wounds a little better.
Chapter 4
Tavion ‘Tank’ Briggs
The Game Begins
“She’s a pretty girl,” I said aloud to the owner, keeping my hand on the horse, as I walked around her, checking her out, making sure that everything was good with her.
“Look at that coat on her. It’s shiny as hell. I can tell that you, and your wife have been keeping up with her, brushing her on the regular,” I complimented, pausing in my step for a second, so that I could run my palm along her back, keeping my movements calm, and soft.
“Nice muscle on her. Strong legs. Clean hooves. Okay,” I let out, and the owner Matt stood there smiling, and his wife Janet, who was standing right next to him was smiling as well.
I was horse shopping this afternoon. I’m a Miami nigga all day, but I couldn’t ignore this countryside of me. This countryside was embedded in my roots. My mama made sure that she took me to my grandma, and my pop- pop house every summer, and my pop- pop had instilled all of this in me. My pop- pop taught me everything that I knew about horses. I could sit anyone down and give them a full lesson on horses.
“You know your stuff. How you get into horses like that, man? Usually, people come out here wanting to purchase horses,and a lot of times, I don’t think their doing it for the right reasons. They look at these horses as an aesthetic, not wanting to put the proper time, and care into it. I’ve been in this business for many, many years, and let me tell you something, all money isn’t good money. I don’t sell my horses unless I know that their going to be put in good hands,” Matt said to me, and I paused from looking at the horse, so that I could glance over at him, and acknowledge what he said.
