The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED)

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[.] Chapter Eleven [.]



{.. Kiery ..}

I watched Raven as she played with her fingers nervously, and silently wished we were somewhere else.

I was still taking in yesterday’s news, and somehow, I still didn’t believe it.

I turned to look at Mj as he jumped on the mini-trampoline while trying to balance the book on top of his head.

I shook my head. This little boy was going to break a limb.

“Mj, be careful.”

“I’m fine, mommy,” he answered, still jumping.

“You’re going to fall and break something.”

“No I’m not. I can do this.”

I gave him a look and shook my head, “well, when it happens, I don’t wanna hear it.”

He kept jumping and I turned around.

I was serious.

If he fell, he was going to stay there.

“So, did you ask Spec?” Raven asked, looking up at me.

“Yes, I did.” I answered.

“Well?”

I didn’t reply, just stared at her.

She sighed, “he doesn’t know much about him, does he?”

“No, he does,” I told her.

“Then tell me. What did he say?”

Again, I didn’t answer.

And I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I didn’t want to tell her, or that I didn’t know how.

“Well, can I at least have a last name?” she asked getting annoyed.

“Smith,” I replied.

Now it was her turn to stare at me.

“What?”

I sighed, “his last name is Smith.”

“He’s related to Spectacular!” she asked, shocked.

“He’s his younger brother,” I answered.

“Oh my God.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped when the doctor walked in.

He placed his clipboard on his desk and sat in his chair, glancing over at Mj in the “activity corner.”

He looked at Raven and smiled. “There is nothing to worry about, Raven. You’re healthy and in good condition.”

“Really?” she asked, as if she didn’t believe him.

“Yes. You’re five months pregnant.”

“What?” I almost fell out of my chair when I heard the words. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he said looking at me. “She’s due at the end of January.”

“What the hell have you been doing for five months, Raven?” I bellowed. This was unbelievable.

She was going to give birth in four months.

“I don’t know,” she replied honestly.

“How could you not even suspect? Isn’t it moving? Does it show?” I glanced at her, but she was still thin and always wore baggy clothes. So I could see nothing.

“I sort of thought I was just gaining weight, and I’ve had this enormous appetite.” And then she looked even more miserable. “It didn’t move until last week. And then I felt it. I thought maybe I had cancer and it was exploding inside me or something.”

I shook my head.

We were in the civilized world, in one of the most sophisticated cities in the country, and poor Raven thought she had a tumor. Talk about denial.

“I guess I can’t have an abortion, right?” she asked the doctor.

“Right. That’s completely out of the question. You’re too far along.” He looked over at me, then at her. “Do you know who the father is?”

“Yeah,” she hesitated.

“Does he know he’s going to be a father?” the doctor continued.

She looked bewildered as he finished the question, and turned to look at me.

“Not yet,” I answered for her.

She looked down into her hands and I felt sorry for her.

She could no longer get rid of it and not tell anyone like she wanted to.

She was too far along, and the problem was complicated now. It really required some serious thinking.

“Raven if you really don’t want to keep it, you can give it up. There are plenty of couples that can’t have children, and are looking to adopt.”

She just stared at him, looking numb. It was obvious she was trying to conceive what ‘it’ was.

They had offered to show it to her on a sonogram, and she refused to see it. She didn’t want to know it’s sex, or know anything about it.

She didn’t want ‘it’ to be there.

“Doctor Lance, is that all?” I asked. The tension in the room was awkward.

“Yes, it is,” he replied. He turned to Raven, “Do you have any questions?”

She nodded slightly, “Why did you take a blood test?”

“Well, not only are we required to take at least one blood test during your pregnancy, but it helps us to know your body a lot better. A blood test measures your hemoglobin, which is your full blood count, and that is a way of assessing the level of iron in your blood. If it is low, it indicates you could be anemic, and you may be offered iron tablets or other appropriate treatments. It also identifies your blood group. That is either A, B, O, or AB. It sees whether or not you are Rhesus positive or negative. If you are positive, no further action is needed. If you are negative, you are likely to require injections of a treatment called anti-D at different times during pregnancy. For instance, if you have some bleeding, and once after delivery. It also checks your levels of immunity to Rubella, which is German measles. Most women have been immunized, but if necessary, you can be offered immunization after the birth.”

“Does it check for, like, Aids and things like that?” she asked.

“Yes, it does. It also checks for syphilis and any other sexually acquired infections. If detected, they can seriously damage your health and that of your baby by causing developmental difficulties. It also checks for hepatitis B, which is a viral infection that causes liver disease and can be transmitted to your baby during or just after delivery. If you test positive, your baby will receive a complete course of a very effective vaccine after birth.”

“But, what if I have Aids or something?” she repeated.

I looked over at her because of how persistent she was being, and she looked at me, “I’m not saying I do, I just want to know.”

I brushed a few strands of hair behind my ear and looked at the doctor for an answer.

Her asking that question really brought home the idea that Aladiamond was a stranger to her.

“The blood test will let us know that. It checks for Human Immunodeficiency Virus, also known as HIV, and this is the virus that causes Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome, which is AIDS. If you are infected, you can pass HIV to your baby during pregnancy, childbirth, and also through breastfeeding. If your HIV result is positive, advice and treatment under the guidance of specialists will be offered. Such interventions include treatment with special drugs and advice about the best type of delivery and method of feeding your baby to reduce the chance of the baby also getting the infection.” He smiled knowingly at her, “don’t worry, Ms. Raven. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

She ran her hand through her hair and leaned back. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

“Yes. I want you to come in twice a month to do a check up, and get your body ready for labor.”

She nodded.

“I also want you to avoid foods such as, unpasteurized milks, soft, ripened cheeses, ice-cream from soft whip machines, raw and undercooked eggs, liver and liver products, mayonnaise, and shark, marlin and swordfish. Tuna should be restricted to two medium cans, and only one fresh steak per week.”

She stared at him, “are you serious?”

“Very,” he answered.

She looked over at me and I nodded, motioning for her to do the same.

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Good, then I’ll see you in two weeks.”

I smiled at him and slung my Coach handbag onto my shoulder. “Thanks for all your help.”

“No problem,” he smiled.

Raven shook his hand and forced a smile. She was really out of her element.

“Mj, baby, let’s go,” I spoke.

He got up from the ‘ABC’ rug that covered the “activity corner” and said goodbye to Doctor Lance, following us through the door.



I started the car after strapping Mj into his booster seat, and pulled out of the parking lot.

“We need to do some shopping, the house is in dire need of some food,” I spoke, mentally mapping out the route to the nearest supermarket.

“Thanks for letting me stay with you, Kiery,” she said, looking over at me.

“Come on, Raven, whether it be at my house or this house, you know that’s not a problem.”

“I know, it’s just … thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied.

There was silence for a while and she sighed.

“So, when do I have to go home?”

I stopped at a light, “whenever you’re ready. Even after you tell Mom and Dad, if you still want to, you can stay with me.”

She sucked her teeth and pushed her head back onto the head rest, sighing. “Oh my God. What am I going to do, Kiery? I’ll have to run away if I don’t tell Mom and Dad soon.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Well, I don’t know what else to do. I thought of running away all last week, but I wanted to talk to you first.”

Thank God.

“You can’t run away, Raven. You have to tell Mom and Dad.” I paused as I remembered how much more angry than my mother my father was when he found out about my pregnancy. “Well, at least one of them. If they really have a fit, or they throw you out, you can come and stay with me till you have it.”

I picked up speed again as the light turned to green, and looked over at her. I sighed as I suddenly thought about Spectacular, Aladiamond, their parents, my parents, and what their reaction was going to be.

After all, the end of January was -- in all logic -- around the corner. And they still had no clue.


This was beyond awful.

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[.] Chapter Twelve [.]


{.. Kiery ..}

I drove to my parent’s house feeling acutely depressed. Today was the day Raven was going to tell them about her pregnancy.

She had asked me to be there and I agreed. This was not going to be a walk in the park for any of us.

My cell phone vibrated against the leather seat and I leaned over and picked it up
… “Hello?”

“Hey , Mrs. Cooper, what’s happening?” (he said with a slight chuckle)

I pulled the phone away and looked at it for a split second, “Big Bro?”

“Yeah.”

“Dnt be playin wit me like that and where are you?” I asked. His number was different.

“I’m at work, I’m about to leave.”

“Oh, okay.”

He paused for a minute and shuffled around. “You sound upset. Did you and Raven have a run-in?”

“No,” I answered, smiling sadly. He was always able to sense when something was wrong.

“Mom and Dad still gettin’ on you ‘bout that tabloid Shit?” he questioned.

“No.”

“Then what’s the problem, Piggy(had to put my mascot name in there lol)?”

I stopped at a light and smiled at the nickname he gave me growing up.

Being three years younger than me -- and my only brother -- Carlos found it hard to pronounce Keiry. Why I have no clue. So being the creative three year old he was, he decided to call me Piggy, and it stuck with me ever since.

The only people in my family that didn’t call me that were my parents and my sister -- they somehow liked, K, better.

“Something that can’t go away,” I answered, picking up speed.

“Can I help?”

I glanced out the window and sighed. I knew that Raven probably wouldn’t have wanted me to tell him yet, but it wasn’t going to be a secret for long … not if she was due at the end of January.

“I’m not sure anyone can.” I switched lanes and adjusted the phone against my ear, “Raven is five months’ pregnant.”

“Oh, Shit,” he said succinctly. “Who’s the father?”

“Well, at first, the father was some nineteen-year-old model with no last name, who passed through here five months ago on his way to London. The agency had no record of him, and neither did Raven. He just came to town, took some pictures with her, and left her with a baby.”

“Are you fucking serious?” he bellowed, his tone getting tense.

“Yeah. But afterwards, we found out that he was Spectacular’s younger brother.”

“Wait a minute. Spectacular, as in the dude that you-”

“Yeah,” I replied, cutting him off.

“damn.”

“damn is right.”

“So what did his brother say?” he questioned.

“Nothing, he doesn’t know yet. Neither does Mom or Dad. I’m on my way to the house to tell them right now.”

He chuckled. “You know some real Shit is ‘bout to go down, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied, nodding as if he could see me. I chuckled at the thought too.

I couldn’t help it.

“You remember when you asked me to go with you to tell them about yours?”

“Yup. I got cussed. But you got more of the heat ‘cause you were the one that broke the news.”

“So you know it’s ‘bout to be your time,” he spoke. I could tell he was smiling.

“Shut up.”

He cleared his throat and shuffled a bit. “On a serious tip though, can she have an abortion at five months, or does she even want one?”

“It’s too late to have an abortion, but she wanted one.”

“So, she’s going to keep it?”

“I don’t know. I brought her for her second check-up yesterday and the doctor was telling her about couples who want to adopt. I think she’s too shell-shocked to work any of it out just now.” … “I want her to keep it, but I don’t have the right to tell her what to do. This is a major life decision, and she has to be the one to make it.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do to help …” he said. He sounded as if he felt useless. But there was nothing any of us could do now except support her through it.

“I told her that if she has a total blow-out with Mom and Dad, she can come and live with me. My condo is going to be finished in four to six months,” I said.

“I know she doesn’t like New York but she can come stay with me, Janna and Matt,” he offered. “I’ll be working on the set all the time pretty soon anyway. I could give her the second guest room and get her a nanny.”

“Aww, you’re such a nice brother,” I teased him. But I meant it.

His line beeped and there was shuffling again. “That’s Jay, she probably needs me to pick up Matt. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay. Tell My girl hey n I miss her, and give my nephew a kiss for me.”

“Aite.”

“Bye, los.”

“Bye.”

His line disconnected and I hung up.

It was just after five when I pulled up to my parents Estate. I knew Raven was home alone and was probably sweating up a storm due to her nervousness.

Opening the door with my spare key, I walked in. And just as I thought, she was pacing back and forth.

I calmed her down and we both sat and waited for them to come home from work. They were both usually home by six thirty.



After what seemed like hours, they finally walked in five minutes of each other. They both seemed to be in a good mood, and they were both pleased and surprised to see me. But as soon as my mother saw the way we looked at her and my father, she knew something had happened, and I could tell her heart started pounding.

If anything, she probably thought something happened to Carlos, and they had called me instead of her to tell the news.

Her eyes cut straight to me.

“What’s wrong?”

I was right.

I knew what she was thinking, and was quick to reassure her. “Nothing, Mom. No one’s hurt and everyone’s fine. We just want to talk to you. The both of you.”

“Oh, God,” she sank into a chair, as my Dad looked worriedly at all of us. Even he sensed that something was in the air, and he was generally much less of a worrier than my mother was.

“I thought Carlos had gotten hurt,” my mother confessed. She then hesitated and sat up, “it’s something about the tabloids, isn’t it?” she said.

“No, Mom. I haven’t seen Spec since the last tabloid thing,” I lied.

Sure that whole tabloid thing about Spec and I being a couple and me being pregnant was over four months ago and I’ve seen him almost everyday since then - but she didn’t need to know that.

No one really did.

“Then what is it?”

“I need to talk to you, Mom,” Raven spoke up with a quavering voice.

My father looked at her with narrowed eyes. She had never looked, or sounded, quite like that.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, sitting down.

“Kind of,” she admitted, and there was a long silence. And then, as her eyes filled with tears, she looked at me.

She couldn’t do it.

“Do you want me to tell them, Raven?” I asked in an under voice, and she nodded.

I sighed heavily and looked at my parents, telling them the hardest thing I knew I’d ever have to say - again … but it was better to get it over with, and get it out in the open.

“Raven is five months’ pregnant,” I said as calm as possible, and my father went so pale I thought he might faint -- but my mother looked no better.

“What?” was all he said, and the silence in the room became deafening. But they had heard me.

“How the hell is that possible? Was this date rape, or something of the kind? Why didn’t you tell us?”

It was inconceivable to him that she had cooperated in such a mess.

But she had.

And looking at my mother sitting across the room, I knew she understood that much as she stared at the both of us. She was the more understanding one, but I knew it was beyond her to offer any sympathy or comfort just yet. She was in too much shock, and she hadn’t absorbed it.

“It wasn’t date rape, Dad,” I told them, stepping in for her. “It was a mistake.”

“No, it was just very stupid,” Raven admitted, wiping tears off her face with her hand. She looked awful.

“Is it someone you care about?” my mother asked. She was still trying to fathom what had happened.

“Yeah,” Raven answered. “At least I thought I did, but I was more flattered than anything. He kind of swept off my feet, and then he was gone.”

My father began to glower, “who is he?”

“A model I met. And you can’t put him in jail. He’s gone, Dad. He’s in London. And I can’t even find him,” she lied.

I looked over at her and she secretly squeezed my hand, telling me to play along.

I started to explain the circumstances to my parents -- minus the Aladiamond part -- and my mother started to cry as she looked at Raven
.

“I can’t believe you were so foolish, Raven. And why didn’t you tell me? Keiry why didn’t you tell me?”

“Yes, why didn’t you tell us?” my father bellowed. “Or were you covering for her just like Carlos covered for you?”

“Yes,” I answered in the same tone he gave to me. “That’s what siblings do. We look out for each other.”

“So you just sided with her into having a baby? She’s seventeen for Christ’s sake!”

He paused, “but then again, you were no different.”

I stood up and opened my mouth to say something but my mother came to his rescue.

“Larry, now is not the time to bring up the past, focus on the subject at hand … Keiry, sit down.”

I reluctantly sat down and Raven took my hand into hers.

“Raven why didn’t you tell me?” my mother questioned.

“I didn’t even know, Mom. I didn’t even suspect it till last week. And after that, I was just too scared to tell anyone. I was going to run away and just disappear, or die, or something. But then I decided to call Keiry.”

“Of all people,” my father interjected.

“Thank God.” My mother shot a look at him, and a grateful one in my direction.

She went to sit next to Keiry and put an arm around her shoulders. And from across the room, my father was suddenly fighting back tears.

First me, now, Raven. His entire world was shattered.

My Mom sighed and looked up at my father. “My first thought was, what are we going to do about this, but we don’t have much choice,” she said practically. She looked at Raven and I knew it broke her heart to think about it. She was so beautiful and so young. So unfrightend by life.

But now, in my parents’ eyes, it was beginning …

The first scar. The first major life experience. The first tragedy, or great grief. And there was nothing they could do to protect her from it.

“You’ll have to have the baby, raven,” she said gently. “It’s too late not to.”

“I know, Mom,” she answered.

But she had no idea what that entailed. For her heart, or her body. So far, it had all been pretty easy. She hadn’t been sick, she hadn’t been anything. She had just been hungry. And now she was scared. But the rest was still a mystery, and she’d have to discover it for herself in the next four months.

“And then you’ll have to give it up,” my father voiced. “There’s no other way. Unless you ruin your life. You don’t need a baby to mess up your life at seventeen. You’ll be going to UCLA in the fall. When is this baby due?” He asked.

Just as it had happened with me, his spirit of organization was moving into play rapidly. He was sorting it out in his head now.

“End of January.”

“You can have it, and give it up, and be in school on time in September. The only thing you’ll have to forfeit, is possibly the end of the school year, and definitely graduation.”

But Raven didn’t say a word about that. She seemed to be thinking about something else now.

She looked over at me and just like we had premeditated, I covered her.

“She’ll be eighteen when it’s born, Dad.” I said. She was turning eighteen in December. “Lots of people have babies at that age.”

“She doesn’t even know who the baby’s father is, Keiry. What will the baby be like? Who will it be?”

“It will be half her, Dad.” … “and part me … and part you … and part Mom … and part carlos. We can’t just give it away like an old pair of boots. It deserves a real family.”

“And it will get one. When she puts it up for adoption,” he answered, his tone strict.

“A genetic based family,” I retorted.

“No. We’ll give it to people who desperately want a baby, who are married and have tried to have one unsuccessfully. There are people out there waiting for babies like this, people whose lives it won’t destroy. For them, it will be a blessing.”

“What about for us?” my mother asked.

Up until now, she was silent. “It will be a blessing for us too. Mj definitely is. I love that little boy, you do too, more than anyone. And look at all the joy he’s brought us. He has changed our lives in numerous ways, not to mention his mother’s.” She paused to give him a disgusted look, “and to think you tried taking Keiry down this same adoption lane.”

She was suddenly fighting for the life of her unborn grandchild, and her daughters’. It was an instinct older than time, which even I didn’t understand. But my Mom did. She had given birth to three children.

“Are you telling me you want her to keep it?” he looked terrified. “She doesn’t even know who the father is, and now you want her to keep this baby? It’s not even a love child, it’s a nothing.”

“It’s not a ‘nothing,’ it’s a baby….My baby!” Raven yelled.

The emotions were running too high her - for all of us - but my Dad was not going to let her sway him.

“You have to give this baby up, Raven. I know what’s best for you. Trust me.”

“That’s not a good enough reason to give up a baby,” Raven said, and I finally spoke up. I had to be honest with myself, and my sister.

“You have to want to give the baby up, Raven. You have to make up your own mind. Because in the end, when everything is said and done, you have to live with the decision for the rest of your life.”

“I hear you, Keiry. But I want to keep this baby.” She got up and headed up the stairs. “I need to be alone.”

My Mom shook her head miserably, “how could she do something like this and not think about the consequence?”

“I’d like to kill the little son of a Bitch who did it,” my father bellowed. “Good for him he’s in London, screwing someone else, and her whole life is ruined.” … “I’m telling you, she has to give up that baby.”

My mother sighed. “No … she’ll never forget it. She’ll never forget carrying that baby and giving birth to it. Then holding it, and then giving it up forever.” She shook her head, “there’s just no other way to do it. She has to keep it.”

“Dad, why are you being so har-” I stopped speaking when I heard glass breaking and a loud thud come from Ravens room.

“Raven!” my mother screamed. And we all rushed up the stairs towards her bedroom.

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[.] Chapter Thirteen [.]



{.. Kiery ..}




“You did the right thing, Jessy,” I said to her as we sat silent in my Midnight Blue Range Rover LR3.

“I know … I know,” she replied, staring out the passenger seat window. We had just left from her visiting her now Ex boyfriend at the jail house. “How’s Raven?”

I paused, “pregnant.”

She whipped her head around and stared at me. “The fuck outta’ here. No she’s not.”

“Yes, she is. Five months.” … “Last week we went to the house and told Mom and Dad the news. They flipped out,” I informed her.

“Let me guess, Dad hit the roof. Talking about abortions and adoptions and Shit, right?”

“Yup.”

She laughed, “and your Mom was angry too, but in a more subtle way. And very disappointed.”

I nodded again, “yup.”

“I knew it. That’s the same way they reacted when Carlos went with you to tell them about your pregnancy.”

“Well, some things never change.” I looked through the window. “Shit is funny. After we told Mom and Dad, and after all the arguing stopped, she said she needed to be alone. So she went upstairs and we kept on talking. Then out of nowhere we heard glass breaking in her room.” … “My first thought was that she did something to herself, to get rid of the baby. But after we brought her to the hospital, the Doctor said she had passed out.”

“Thank, God.” She sighed.

There was silence again, and I rested my head back against the seat. She sat staring through the windshield. “So, who’s the father?”

“Spec’s younger brother.”

“Word?”

“For real.”

“damn.”

“He doesn’t know yet, though,” I told her. “And I’m yet to tell Spec.”

“What are you waiting for?” she questioned.

“Good question, cuz I have no idea. I’ve been waiting for the right time but, it just seems as if it’s never the right time. And to hear him talk about his family and how much Shit they’ve been through makes it even harder. Spec has had so many women saying they were having his child, it was ridiculous. They all just wanted to be a part of the fame and fortune. And to make matters worse, his brother has had three girls, before Raven, say they were pregnant for him, and it turned out they were just trying to hook him. So now his parents don’t believe a damnn thing any girl tells them.”

“Well it’s too late to have an abortion, and I don’t want her to give it up,” she spoke.

“Me and you both.”

She paused for a while, “maybe she can have the baby, and just raise it by herself. Without telling Specs family at all.”

I sighed, “I’ve been thinking about that lately. But it’s selfish. Every child deserves a Father, and every Father deserves to know they have a child.”

“True,” she agreed.

She sighed and closed her eyes for a second, as if trying to process all the information she just received. I stared at her -- she looked so much like me, it was scary. Yet, we had different mothers.

You see, my Father had an affair three years after my brother, Carlos, was born. The woman that he cheated with; Cynthia Haley, got pregnant in the process. Ironically, so did my Mother. My Father confessed - much later - to my Mother about his affair, and they separated for a while and sought counseling. Nine months later, my Mother gave birth to me. And a month after that, Cynthia gave birth to a baby girl, named Jessica Jackson.

For a while, my Mother wasn’t very keen on Jessy visiting us. But with time, she accepted it, and Jessy and I became very close.

“I don’t understand it, Kiery;
.” Her tone of voice let me know exactly what she was talking about. We were back to Lamar.

“What is there to understand, Jessy? He’s not worth it. He never was,” I reminded her curtly. “That nigga has a personality issue. But you gotta learn from your mistakes. I hope you took notes. Any twenty-five year old man that acts like him should be sodomized.”

She laughed at that one. Again, I was going off for the both of us.

“It just doesn't make any sense to me, Kiery. I've been with him since I was fourteen. That's over six years! You’d think in that amount of time, you know someone. Especially as close as me and him were, damn.” … “Then he has the nerve to tell me he made me flyy, and called me ‘plain’. Who the fuck does he think he is? We were practically married, and he disrespects me like that?” She sucked her teeth. “No good, ungrateful, Bitch ass motherfu- you know what, I'm not even going to say it.”

“Why not?” I asked. “Say it. Call his ass out, ‘bout he gave you an STD. fucking without rubbers is a sign of trust, and he got you sick. You don’t even know where it came from. Plus, he was fucking with Jasmine too?” I shook my head, “not even a pretty girl That's disrespect. When he gets out, I’ma personally get his ass whooped.”

“What did I do to make him cheat? What didn’t I do?” she pondered aloud.

I shot her a look. “Excuse me? I hope you’re not coming down with no White Girl Syndrome. This is barely about you.”

“So, he just got up and cheated out of the blue?” she asked, her question rhetoric. “That’s bullShit.”

“Alright, well you hold on to your W.G.S. and tell me what you did to make him cheat,” I countered, ready to argue.

She didn’t reply.

“Did you fight a lot? Stop spending as much time together? What? Do you think he was bored with you?”

“If that was it … he’s a damn good actor.” She sat quietly. “That's got to be it, Kiery. He got bored.”

“That may have been the case, but how hard is it to break up with someone, though? That’s what I can’t understand. Breaking up is so much easier than cheating and getting caught. Leading someone on is fuckery to the tenth degree.”

She shook her head. “All I’m saying is, Lamar showed me who he really was today. And all this time I was too busy remembering how we used to be, and too busy feeling vengeful to even notice. I mean, I think about how real I was fooled into believing he was. And how normal I thought our relationship was, despite all the physical, emotional, and psychological abuse. He isn’t the same person I met all those years back. Somewhere along the line, he changed his mind about us. And it had to have been recently. What we used to have was too sincere, I’m sure of it.”

She felt the side of her face, and I knew she was wondering how he went from being the love of her life, to whoever the hell he was now.

Does time really do that Shit to people?

Because I’m pretty sure she was still the same person from back then.

I hate him so much.

I always did -- from the get-go -- and she knew it.

I hate him because of everything he’s done to her. He’s been cheating for at least six months. And I feel equally guilty, because I couldn’t tell Jessica that I felt it happening. I feel guilty, because I couldn’t tell her that I knew about the three abortions he made her get. And I feel guilty, because I couldn’t tell her that even before she told me about it, I knew he was hitting her.

“Kiery, I’m going inside.” I could tell she was holding back tears. “I’m sick to my depths of what I’ve done. Who I’ve become. I can’t even lie to myself anymore, it’s too obvious now: I’m not the same person.”

“Stop being so hard on yourself, Jess,” I spoke. “You’re not to blame for anything.” I un-locked the car doors, “c’mon, let me walk you up.”

“No, it’s cool. I’ll call you later,” she spoke, putting her hand up to halt me. “Thanks, Kiery … for everything.”

“I love you, Jess,” I told her. “Anytime.”

“I love you too.”

We hugged, and she exited the car, walking into her building in a hurry. I locked the car doors and strapped on my seat-belt in tears. I let my head fall limply back against the headrest and sighed. I didn’t want her to go through this. I hated seeing her like this. As soon as she got in, I knew her cheeks were going to be wet; her stomach muscles aching; and her throat hoarse. She’ll be crying for at least twenty minutes, and she’ll be far from done. I knew her.

She didn’t deserve it.

She was twenty-one years old, with an accounting degree, and a four-year doctorate in getting screwed over.

Lamar wouldn’t be getting out for twelve years according to the judge, but he’s got a bad ass lawyer that’s working on getting him out by the end of this year.

Two months from now.

A web of lies they’ve created to claim ‘self-defense’, and some other Shit.

I laughed at myself, as I remembered my words to her the first time he started stressing her.

“You’re an idiot, Jessica. You should’ve left his ass a long time ago ... and stayed gone for a change. There was everything wrong with your situation, but you always stuck around looking for good. Shit was good for two years, decent for the third, and straight fucked this year. How’d you manage to stay attached to his ass? Why did you let him talk all that Shit to you? It wasn’t a healthy relationship, and it wasn't normal. You knew that, and you stayed, Jessica. You stayed!”

I held the steering wheel as I recognized that somewhere in the third year she came down with a serious case of W.G.S. And yet, I was diagnosed just a year before Marcus and I separated.

I laughed a little.

It’s funny how Shit turns out.

I glanced at the rectangular slot in my dashboard that held the time, and started the vehicle. It was going to be 8:00 p.m. soon and I had a function I had to attend.

This isn’t the neighborhood I should be in.

I turned on the radio and pulled off of the side street into the open road.
[.] End of 13 [.]

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[.] Chapter Fourteen [.]




[.] Passion [.]
[.] A powerful emotion; Ardent love; A strong sexual desire; Lust. [.]



{.. Kiery ..}




“Happy Thanksgiving, Kiery!” Breanna yelled over the loud atmosphere. “How drunk are you?”

“The question is, my dear, how drunk aren’t I?” I replied, bursting into laughter. “These dudes have been buying me drinks all night.”

“I know that’s right,” Mecey agreed, raising her half-empty glass of Bacardi Limon towards the ceiling. “If these niggas don’t stop, I’ma need a twelve-step program.”

Jessy looked at her and shook her head, laughing. “Mece, we know why they’ve been buying you drinks.”

“Yup,” I agreed, nodding. “Cause your hoochie ass is all out of that skirt.” I pulled the pleats down over her thighs. “I’ma borrow this.”

“Feel welcomed to, it’s yours.” She laughed heartily, and so did I. “I knew that Shit looked familiar.” I looked over at Breanna, “you knew she was wearing my skirt?”

She finished her glass of Vodka and cupped her ear, pretending not to hear me. “What?”

I shook my head at her, “don’t fucking talk to me.”

Jessy laughed, and Breanna waltzed over and kissed my cheek, placing her hand around my shoulders. “It’s all in love, Kiery. All in love.”

“fuck you.”

She laughed along with Bre, and I smiled. It was hot, way too loud, and ram packed in here. Everybody who was anybody was present, and so was the media.

It was the night before Thanksgiving and BET was throwing a party - and a wild one at that. There were celebrities everywhere -- drinking, dancing, and acting out -- and groupies, bodyguards and entourage, lined the walls to shame. Spec had asked me to come along, and in turn, I invited Bre, Mecey, and Jessy.

“I can’t believe you got another drink,” Bre spoke to jessy as she took a sip of the Bacardi Mojito some guy had just bought her.

“Bacardi is gonna be your downfall,” I voiced. Squinting as the music got louder.

“I haven’t had the chance to be around so many people as a single person in a very long time. Trust me, I’m gonna milk this for everything it’s worth. I deserve this,” she answered. “Now all I need to do is find Ludacris’s sexy ass and I’ll call it a night.”

“I heard he’s downstairs by the press room,” Bre spoke up.

“Well, that’s my cue.”

“I’m coming with you,” Mecey replied.

“You don’t even like Ludacris,” I spoke.

“No, but I heard Omarion is here.”

“That’s even worse. You hate his lyrics.”

“I don’t give a damn about his lyrics. The boy is fine as hell with some sexy ass Lips , and I’m feelin’ tipsy and up for anything.” She got up and smoothed the sides of the low cut material that clung to her frame. “Plus, no sense in letting the dress go to waste, you feel me?”

And with that, they were gone.

I laughed. They were a damn trip.

“Come dance with me.”

I froze in position. The base in his voice sent Goosebumps all over my body. I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat - not bothering to turn around.

I couldn’t.

My body was starting to produce certain emotions -- and those emotions always led to me craving sexual attention.

“C’mon, Kiery, you know you want to.” His lips brushed softly against my ear and I bit down on my bottom lip and cleared my throat once more.

He smiled. The bastard knew what he was doing.

“One dance won’t kill you,” he said, placing his hands on either side of the bar and locking me in.

“Spec, no.” I replied. “We talked about this. If the press sees us together that’s it, you already know what’s gonna happen.”

“I don’t give a fuck about them. fuck the press.”

His words made me turn to face him. “Are you drunk?”

“Naw.” He chuckled, “I’m not drunk. I’m pissed off.”

“At who?”

“You.”

I brought my hand to my chest, “me?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “We finally make it official, and I can’t do Shit with you in public.”

I looked at him and smiled. I knew he wouldn’t last -- especially not when he had ‘that look’ in his eyes.

“You said you were fine with it,” I spoke.

“I was. Until you showed up looking so … like that.”

I looked down at my outfit, “what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Nothing. And that’s the problem.” His eyes roamed my frame, “it’s clinging to every damn curve on your body.”

“So?” I countered.

“So, that’s why niggas been coming up to you and buying you drinks all night.”

“Why are you spying on me?” I questioned. His jealousy was cute.

“I can’t help it.”

I shook my head and turned around, retrieving my drink from the counter and taking a sip. He moved closer and swept my hair to the side, kissing the nape of my neck. “Let’s get outta here.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” I replied.

He kissed the side of my neck and continued upward towards my ear. Sucking lightly on the lobe. “Because, what?”

“Spec, behave,” I said, leaning forward. “I came here with three other people, I can’t just leave them.”

He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me towards him. His erect member pressed against my ass and a familiar feeling swarmed the pit of my stomach.

“You feel that?” he whispered into my ear. “Those three people can wait.”

I closed my eyes and exhaled as he placed light kisses on my neck. We’ve been official for some time now, but it’s been a while since we were sexually intimate -- due to our hectic schedules -- and we both craved it. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Fortunately, Breanna and Jessy made their way over to us, and I introduced him to Jessy. “Nice to meet you.” He smiled and outstretched his hand. “No, the pleasure is all mine,” she replied, winking at me. “Trust me.” He laughed and I shook my head.

She was something else.

“Where’s Mecey?” I questioned.

“With Omarion,” Bri answered, smiling.

I gave her a look. “For real?”

“Yup.”

“damn.”

“Well, I’m off again,” Jessy stated, taking my drink from my hand. “They’re doing body shots on the lower deck and I need to be front and center.”

“Don’t go too hard on the liquor!” I shouted after her. But she was long gone.

Breanna yelped and I turned my attention back to her, to see Jarell with his arms wrapped around her waist. I looked at her with questioning eyes and she smiled, letting me know they were back together. He whispered something in her ear and she giggled. “Can I steal her away for a minute?” he asked. I nodded along with Spec and she waved good-bye as they left.

“Spec, I th-” I stopped talking when I saw him already staring at me. “What?”

He ran a hand over his face, “this Shit is driving me crazy, Kiery. Let me take you somewhere.”

I studied his expression for a second and couldn’t help but smile.

He was on edge.

“Take me.” My eyes fixed into his, and locked.

It was about 3:00 a.m. and still ram packed in here, but we made our way to the elevator very quickly. One of the four large men that surrounded us pushed the button. And as if on cue, the elevator doors opened. We got off on the garage floor, and surprisingly, made it to the Limo safe and hassle-free.

Two of the men guarded the doors as we got in, and the other two got in the front. Starting the vehicle, and raising the divider. As soon as the divider separated us from the men, the vehicle started moving and the doors locked.

I looked around in awe …

I couldn’t believe how much space was back here.

There was a mini-cooler, and a small glass table, and the seats were as big as single beds. Big enough to kneel on … sleep on - and big enough to …

I looked over at Spec and saw his head leaned back, his eyes closed, his lips folded, and a certain expression on his face. Yep. He was definitely on edge.

“Can’t Stop Now” by BABYFACE flowed through the speakers and he opened his eyes and chuckled.

I guess the men up front felt the sexual tension too.

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I moved over to him and straddled him, kissing his lips. “This is where you wanted to take me?”

“Not quite, I had a more romantic place in mind. But, ShIt, I can’t wait any longer,” he replied, licking his lips.

“Wait for what?” I asked.

He didn’t respond.

Instead, he pulled my chin towards his and slid his tongue into my mouth. I let out a slight moan as the metallic ball massaged my tongue, and his kisses became more powerful. He held my waist firmly and grinded his lower half into mine, without stopping, or pausing for air. I moaned throatily at the feel of his member and his hands moved down to my ass, raising my dress to alarming heights. His cell phone rang between us and I pulled away. “Turn it off.”

He did as he was told and slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I reached lower and grabbed his belt. But before I could loosen the buckle, he stopped me.

“What?”

“I wanna show you something,” he spoke. His breathing was ragged.

He gently lifted me off of him and laid me down, pushing the dress above my breasts. He kissed my lips and moved down, running the ball across my neck - and with the suction he had on me, I knew it would be a hickey.

As his body moved lower, so did my panties, and my eyes popped open. He was still fully dressed and I could see him but not much of his face … my body became tense … No he isn’t!

He slid my panties off and my legs trembled beneath me. “Oh ShIt.” I’ve never had this done to me and he knew it.

He slowly opened my legs and I clamped them shut, shaking my head. He looked down at me and licked his lips. Spreading my legs once more. “Relax,” he whispered, pulling my PUSSy over his face. “Just trust me.”

He blew lightly and kissed the side crease, then bit my pubic bone. I popped my waist up. I was in no way prepared for this -- mentally or physically. He smiled and held my thighs, “close your eyes. Don’t focus so much on what I’m doing.” I tried to answer him but couldn’t. Everything I tried to say from then on came out in a moan, whisper, or whimper.

Shit was unbelievable.

He started out slow, licking around the good parts, before poking his tongue out and attacking me. Allowing his piercing to massage my sensitive area. As the metal ball played with me, he inserted a finger inside of me.

“Ahh” I cooed, holding myself up with only my elbows. I looked down at him and he had his eyes closed -- he was truly focused on what he was doing. He used his tongue to flick my clitoris continuously and added pressure for stimulation. This wasn’t his first time … Lord knows.

He licked up, and back down, opening his mouth wide. He put his tongue directly on my clit and sucked steadily, inserting yet another finger in between my walls. I could feel every swift motion he did with the finger-tongue combination and my hips started to gyrate without my permission.

“fuck,” I hissed. Never in my life had I experienced anything like this.

He held onto my thighs and placed the ball right below my clit, pushing up and adding pressure. In ten seconds flat, my body shook uncontrollably and I struggled to keep myself up and in reality.

He was good.

And even in my post-orgasmic state, he didn’t stop. He continued to nibble on my clit even stronger, and began to work his fingers overtime. The feeling in the pit of my stomach grew again and I pushed my hips up.

“Shit!”

I was unable to speak a proper sentence. “Spec, s-stop!” I pleaded. This feeling was a new one.

“Not so loud.”

“I’m about to cum!” I screamed, ignoring his last comment.

He still didn’t stop. And he wasted no time trying to out-do himself, making me shake again.

I tried to raise up, but he held onto my thighs, keeping me in place. This had never happened so quickly before, but I felt myself on the verge of another one.

“Oh my God!”

He took his two fingers out, and pushed them back in. Using his other thumb to flick my clit. I pushed my head back and grabbed my hair, fighting not to scream as I bit my lip.

“Look at me.” He squeezed my thighs. “I want you to keep looking at me.”

He sucked onto my clit and massaged my insides with his fingers. It felt weird and extremely uncomfortable. But I said nothing; just watched him.

The eye contact sent chills up my spine and my hard nipples pressed out against my dress. He continued to watch me with a shocking glare; until something started to happen.

My heartbeat became rapid and I looked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what was happening to me. Something was rolling up on me slowly, as if it were running through my veins. And my abdomen felt as if it was starting to swell.

It was somewhat painful.

I didn’t know what was happening … but he knew. I was about to explode.

“Just let it go.”

“It hurts,” I spoke, shutting my eyes and contracting my walls. “I can’t, Spec. It hurts.”

It really did.

It felt as if I had been holding my bladder for hours on top of hours, and had to release but couldn’t. Something was about to erupt.

“Yes you can,” he assured. “Just relax your muscles and look at me. Let it take over you.”

I did as I was told and he pushed his fingers further in and pressed down.

A wave of nerves took advantage of me and I gasped.

The climax shook my entire being, and I lost control of my body. I screamed, pulled my hair, and gripped the leather upholstery.

He backed up a bit and continued to watch me, his eyes fixed in between my thighs.

I rested against the seat and held my chest, trying to relax.

I was under the impression that I’ve had a climax before. But the feeling was nothing like this one. And he noticed, because he looked at me and smiled a smug smile.

“What did you just do to me?” I asked. My voice was extremely hoarse.

“Satisfy you.” He crawled on top of me and placed a kiss on my lips. “Your first orgasm.”

“damn,” I sighed.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled. He kissed my lips once more, followed by a peck on my nose. “Anytime.”

The limo slowly made a turn and I noticed BABYFACE’s “Tonight It’s Goin’ Down” coming through the speakers. I chuckled a bit. They were really on a role.

Spec pulled my dress down and allowed me to sit up. The vehicle came to a stop and I realized we were home.

He stuffed my underwear into his jeans pocket, and took off his thick, Black and White, RocaWear hoodie and gave it to me. “It’s cold outside.”

“But you have on a wife beater,” I said looking at what he was now wearing.

“And you’re not wearing a bra, or panties.” He leaned over and kissed my neck. “You need it more than I do.”

The car doors slammed and I watched the two silhouettes as they appeared by the door. They knocked lightly against the tinted glass and Spec moved over and opened the door. He motioned for me to exit first and I shivered a bit as the cold night air grazed my legs. There was only so much a hoodie could do.

The two men looked at me and grinned.

It was then that I knew, they had heard everything.

Spec stepped out shortly after, and Martin, who they affectionately called, Swift, closed the door and squeezed his biceps. “I didn’t know you had it like that.”

Spec laughed and shook his head, “I’ll see y’all tomorrow.”

Paul looked at his watch, “you mean later on today.”

He laughed and dapped each of them. “Yeah.”

“Aite, Spec. Have a good night, Kiery.”

“Bye,” I waved, making my way up the steps.