Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:33 am by 
Chapter 25 |Truth Be Told|
The city lights blurred my vision as I paved through the city with Corey on the passenger side smoking a blunt. My mind continuously wandered onto Clarese. Two weeks its been since the mishap. Two weeks ago its been since she looked into my eyes with a passion and now she only holds questions. Two weeks ago, I once expressed the way I love her in bed and now only coldness invades the space in between us at night. I felt myself swerve a little causing Corey to jump in.
“Say man…Watch it!” he said panicking waking me back up into reality. “Almost made a nigga piss in his pants. You alright? Need for me to drive?” he asked tossing the blunt out of the window.
“I‘m good man.” I said now focusing my attention back onto the road.
“What‘s wrong?” he asked. I didn’t say anything at first as I maneuvered into the right lane to turn.
“I think we‘re going to head back to New York soon man. Shit is falling apart down here.” I said feeling as though I have no control over anything like I used to. I never felt this way towards any woman before.
“For what? So she could bitch about moving back? You told me yourself she hates it up there.” he said.
“I know man, but this is my future wide. I can‘t afford to lose her.” I said trying to shake away thoughts of her on the floor that night. She was helpless and I wasn’t there to help her.
“I never though I would have seen the day man.” he said shaking his head with a slight chuckle in his voice.
“What?” I asked confused.
“You would fall in love. Your hardcore ass turning soft.” he joked as I cracked a smile on my face.
“Yea, she have the better half, but it ain‘t gonna stop me from murkin‘ a nigga.” I replied pulling into a packed home, cars parked all around it. I pulled across the street of Corey’s cousin house, Pee Wee who had some merchandise that belong to Corey..
Getting out of the car, Corey patted his sides then turned my way.
“You strapped?” he asked.
Walking around to the front, I raised my shirt showing my pistol tucked in my pants slightly, then dropped my shirt. We strolled up to the house as my eyes continued scanning the premises.
“Why the hell Pee Wee want to handle business if he having a so called party” I asked as we stood in front of his door..
“You know that nigga ain‘t right in the head. We here for my shit/ If he don‘t have it…” he began to say but was cut short when the door opened releasing the scent of weed.
“Wassup round.” he said dapping Corey off.
Pee Wee was a tall nigga, dark in complexion, who had his name since a youngin’. He used to be the shortest, slimmest dude on the block, but as we can see things changed.
“Damn Marcus…That‘s you?” he said dapping me off as we enter into his home afterwards.
Taking a look around his pad, we notice females skimpily dressed glancing our way. Males were also trying to get some play with the ladies. With the snap of his fingers, Pee Wee retrieved two females who approached him.
“Let‘s gather in the basement.” He said as we all trailed downstairs, hearing the speakers blaring with music. A lot of bumping and grinding as well as a few playing pool on the side. Checking the area out, I noticed Moe who was talking to some dude at the table while holding the stick in her hand letting me know she was playing.
“Moe!” Corey shouted out as his eyes caught a glimpse of her as well. She turned her head around and held a smirk as she told the dude she was talking to hold on, placing the stick to the side. “What the hell is she doing here?” Corey asked looking at Pee Wee with a disgusted look.
“I invited her.” Pee Wee simply said. There was only one reason he had Moe around when we handled business. She always saved his ass from getting killed. He clapped his hands together causing the females once surrounding him to smother against Corey and myself. “If you need anything, let these beautiful dames help you. I‘m about to step in my office for a quick second.” he said dismissing himself down the slim hallway and in a wooden door behind.
Corey glanced my way as the damsels approach us with beaming eyes. A slender chocolate female stepped forward with pouty lips. Her breast slightly hung over her strapless bra. Her locks trickled down her back as her hand snuggled upon her hip as she examined me. “Need anything?” she asked with an aroma of something sweet. Before my mouth could open Moe approached us. I didn’t even look her way as her scent mingled in my nostrils. Her hair is freshly done obviously from the scent. She knew at the moment, I despised her. I don’t think I will ever forgive her ass for putting Clare through the shit she experienced. How can you forgive a person like that.
“What would you like sweetie?” The girl asked once more with a smile upon her face. I glance towards Corey who had the female catering to his needs heading to the bar to fix him a mix. Me on the other hand felt a warm touch next to me realizing Moe is besides me.
“He doesn‘t need anything from you.” she said as I decided to cut in.
“I didn‘t ask for your damn opinion Moe.” she was talking to me so lets keep it at that.” I respond harshly, still refusing to look her in her face. My eyes focused on the semi nude chick before me.
“Fine.” she said sarcastically. “Don‘t let your baby Clare find out. You know your pussy whipped bitch.” she said walking off. My hand reached out to her, snatching her back.
“What the fuck you just called me?” I asked ready to slit her throat for even trying me.
“A pussy whipped bitch.” she said slowly and precisely into my ear.
“I‘m going to see that to be your last fucking statement like that towards me.” I said.
“If that‘s a threat…Bring it.” she said sweetly, snatching her arm away from me and sashayed off through the crowds.
The broad before me just held a grin upon her face. She turned her heels ready to head to the bar.
“Let me fix you a drink.” she said smoothly heading to the bar. I approached Corey who is retrieving his drink.
“What was that shit about between you and Moe?” Corey asked raising a brow.
“Bull shit man. She need to learn to tame her mouth.” I said feeling my jaws clenching together.
“I don‘t know what‘s the deal between you and her at this point, so if you have a problem with her, you need to tell me now.” Corey being the over protective brother he was didn’t know what the deal was and I didn’t have any intentions on telling him. I just shook my head to another thought.
“Look man, lets get this shit over with. Baby girl haven‘t been feeling too hot and I promised to be back soon.” I said as the other female approached me once more with a drink in her hand.
“What‘s this?” I asked looking at the mix in the cup.
“Just a specialty to help you relax.” she cooed in my ear before walking off. I look down in the cup then to Corey to see him shrug his shoulders after sipping on his drink. After removing the cup from himself, he focused his attention back towards me.
“Shit man…You been too damn tense. Look man, we could work fast if you relax. Sip on that drink so we could finish this shit and go.” Corey said.
I cut my eyes at him before taking a slight sip of the mix. Its actually pretty good. Made my insides relax instantly.
“Is it good?” I heard a female voice from behind as I was half way through. I simply nod and turned around to see the female who fixed my drink. I drunk the rest then handed her my cup.
“Another please.” I said as Pee Wee stepped into the room.
“Tamira. Fix me a drink too.” he said to the female who was fixing my drink.
Corey stepped in. “Look man. We don‘t have time to spend play time here. I just need my shit so we could roll.”
“I got you man. I have my lady friend counting your shit up now. Yo…Shakes.” he pointed to the female by the bar.
She scampered out approaching Pee Wee.
“This my cousin here. He needs to relax since he has a baby at the house now. You think you could help his situation.” Pee Wee suggested as the pretty hazel eyed female glance to Corey’s way with a grin while nodding her head. She approached him, taking him by the hand onto the dance floor. Corey tried to resist, but something about a female is hard to turn away from.
Me on the other hand seen Tamira approaching us with a drink in each of her hands.
“Here you go.” she told me with a smile, and then to Pee Wee.
“Take my boy Marcus to the dance floor while I handle up on some business.” Pee Wee said, thinking he is slick.
“I don‘t dance.” I simply retorted.
“A fucking lie. I seen your ass at Corey‘s bash…” he said.
“I don‘t dance with anybody.” I respond. He gave me a smirk.
“How about you take my little cousin onto the dance floor then.” Pee Wee said referring to Moe.
“Look man. I‘m cool. Just hurry up with the shit so we could roll.” I said getting pissed.
He nodded strolling off to the room once more. I sipped on the drink as I seen Corey dancing with that chick. I just shook my head at the sight. I head towards the bar stool, making myself comfortable as I sipped on the unnamed mixture Tamira fixed for me. I could feel myself getting a bit too relaxed. I rubbed my eyes, then glanced around, not realizing Moe made herself comfortable a seat behind me.
“So how long are we going to be mad at each other?” she asked as I turned to look at her from the corner of my eye.
“Shit suppose to fly like that Moe. I‘m just suppose to forget you got my fiance raped by her ex. Then on top of that endangering our child. How the fuck you forgive somebody that damn selfish.” I said.
“You just don‘t get it…You never did. And I‘m not the one being selfish…You are being selfish.” she said.
“Get what? What is there to get?” I asked confused as fuck.
“I had fallen in love with you. I endangered my life for you…I even got pregnant for you.” she said, but the alcohol took me a minute to process it.
“What?” I asked once more. “I never fucked you. I never did anything to make you fall for me.” I said.
“Yes you did Marcus…See that’s what you don‘t get. You never paid attention to anything.” she said, but I tuned her out as I stood up to find an exit from the fumes in the room to think, I never had sex with her…Never! Or did I?
Flash Back…
Feet stumbled inside the empty apartment as Marcus struggled to carry a drunken female into his place. He too was stoned as he dropped her on the sofa. His body motioned to his bedroom, stumbling over crap he haven’t picked up causing him to wake up Moe…Her small body still continued developing being the tender age of fifteen. She rubbed her weak eyes, looking around to find she was in her bed, well at least the place she made into a bed. Her feet touched the rough carpet as she giggled from the thought of losing her shoes. Trying to get up, gravity struck her back down onto the sofa. What helped her to pull up was the thought of Marcus. An eighteen year old man, working his tale off to provide for him and his best friend’s sister. She licked her lips with a desire for sex. Stumbling at his door, she knocked lightly…
“Marcus…” she sang through the door with no response. “Marcus…” she sang once again while tapping the door louder.
“Man…What?” he asked in a slurred manner.
“I‘m scared…” she lied through her teeth as she opened the door while adjusting her eyes to the darkness.
“Scared of what?” he asked as she glance to the bed seeing his body laid out under the covers. A smile gleamed over her face while crawling on the bed and climbing onto his back.
“What the fuck you doing man…” he asked sluggishly moving a little under he. Her body laid over his, as her lips found his ear.
“I want to fuck you now…” she whispered while moving the covers back to kiss his neck.
“O yea…You can‘t handle a grown man‘s dick.” he said with laughter in his tone.
“You don‘t know what I‘m capable of.” she said biting lightly down on his neck.
He grabbed the covers back. “Lets see what you can do…”
Feet slowly pitter patter back into the living room as Moe made her way back to her bed. Marcus was knocked out stone cold as the memory of that night was to never be forgotten. She snuggled under the cover with a smile that was impossible to wipe off.
The city lights blurred my vision as I paved through the city with Corey on the passenger side smoking a blunt. My mind continuously wandered onto Clarese. Two weeks its been since the mishap. Two weeks ago its been since she looked into my eyes with a passion and now she only holds questions. Two weeks ago, I once expressed the way I love her in bed and now only coldness invades the space in between us at night. I felt myself swerve a little causing Corey to jump in.
“Say man…Watch it!” he said panicking waking me back up into reality. “Almost made a nigga piss in his pants. You alright? Need for me to drive?” he asked tossing the blunt out of the window.
“I‘m good man.” I said now focusing my attention back onto the road.
“What‘s wrong?” he asked. I didn’t say anything at first as I maneuvered into the right lane to turn.
“I think we‘re going to head back to New York soon man. Shit is falling apart down here.” I said feeling as though I have no control over anything like I used to. I never felt this way towards any woman before.
“For what? So she could bitch about moving back? You told me yourself she hates it up there.” he said.
“I know man, but this is my future wide. I can‘t afford to lose her.” I said trying to shake away thoughts of her on the floor that night. She was helpless and I wasn’t there to help her.
“I never though I would have seen the day man.” he said shaking his head with a slight chuckle in his voice.
“What?” I asked confused.
“You would fall in love. Your hardcore ass turning soft.” he joked as I cracked a smile on my face.
“Yea, she have the better half, but it ain‘t gonna stop me from murkin‘ a nigga.” I replied pulling into a packed home, cars parked all around it. I pulled across the street of Corey’s cousin house, Pee Wee who had some merchandise that belong to Corey..
Getting out of the car, Corey patted his sides then turned my way.
“You strapped?” he asked.
Walking around to the front, I raised my shirt showing my pistol tucked in my pants slightly, then dropped my shirt. We strolled up to the house as my eyes continued scanning the premises.
“Why the hell Pee Wee want to handle business if he having a so called party” I asked as we stood in front of his door..
“You know that nigga ain‘t right in the head. We here for my shit/ If he don‘t have it…” he began to say but was cut short when the door opened releasing the scent of weed.
“Wassup round.” he said dapping Corey off.
Pee Wee was a tall nigga, dark in complexion, who had his name since a youngin’. He used to be the shortest, slimmest dude on the block, but as we can see things changed.
“Damn Marcus…That‘s you?” he said dapping me off as we enter into his home afterwards.
Taking a look around his pad, we notice females skimpily dressed glancing our way. Males were also trying to get some play with the ladies. With the snap of his fingers, Pee Wee retrieved two females who approached him.
“Let‘s gather in the basement.” He said as we all trailed downstairs, hearing the speakers blaring with music. A lot of bumping and grinding as well as a few playing pool on the side. Checking the area out, I noticed Moe who was talking to some dude at the table while holding the stick in her hand letting me know she was playing.
“Moe!” Corey shouted out as his eyes caught a glimpse of her as well. She turned her head around and held a smirk as she told the dude she was talking to hold on, placing the stick to the side. “What the hell is she doing here?” Corey asked looking at Pee Wee with a disgusted look.
“I invited her.” Pee Wee simply said. There was only one reason he had Moe around when we handled business. She always saved his ass from getting killed. He clapped his hands together causing the females once surrounding him to smother against Corey and myself. “If you need anything, let these beautiful dames help you. I‘m about to step in my office for a quick second.” he said dismissing himself down the slim hallway and in a wooden door behind.
Corey glanced my way as the damsels approach us with beaming eyes. A slender chocolate female stepped forward with pouty lips. Her breast slightly hung over her strapless bra. Her locks trickled down her back as her hand snuggled upon her hip as she examined me. “Need anything?” she asked with an aroma of something sweet. Before my mouth could open Moe approached us. I didn’t even look her way as her scent mingled in my nostrils. Her hair is freshly done obviously from the scent. She knew at the moment, I despised her. I don’t think I will ever forgive her ass for putting Clare through the shit she experienced. How can you forgive a person like that.
“What would you like sweetie?” The girl asked once more with a smile upon her face. I glance towards Corey who had the female catering to his needs heading to the bar to fix him a mix. Me on the other hand felt a warm touch next to me realizing Moe is besides me.
“He doesn‘t need anything from you.” she said as I decided to cut in.
“I didn‘t ask for your damn opinion Moe.” she was talking to me so lets keep it at that.” I respond harshly, still refusing to look her in her face. My eyes focused on the semi nude chick before me.
“Fine.” she said sarcastically. “Don‘t let your baby Clare find out. You know your pussy whipped bitch.” she said walking off. My hand reached out to her, snatching her back.
“What the fuck you just called me?” I asked ready to slit her throat for even trying me.
“A pussy whipped bitch.” she said slowly and precisely into my ear.
“I‘m going to see that to be your last fucking statement like that towards me.” I said.
“If that‘s a threat…Bring it.” she said sweetly, snatching her arm away from me and sashayed off through the crowds.
The broad before me just held a grin upon her face. She turned her heels ready to head to the bar.
“Let me fix you a drink.” she said smoothly heading to the bar. I approached Corey who is retrieving his drink.
“What was that shit about between you and Moe?” Corey asked raising a brow.
“Bull shit man. She need to learn to tame her mouth.” I said feeling my jaws clenching together.
“I don‘t know what‘s the deal between you and her at this point, so if you have a problem with her, you need to tell me now.” Corey being the over protective brother he was didn’t know what the deal was and I didn’t have any intentions on telling him. I just shook my head to another thought.
“Look man, lets get this shit over with. Baby girl haven‘t been feeling too hot and I promised to be back soon.” I said as the other female approached me once more with a drink in her hand.
“What‘s this?” I asked looking at the mix in the cup.
“Just a specialty to help you relax.” she cooed in my ear before walking off. I look down in the cup then to Corey to see him shrug his shoulders after sipping on his drink. After removing the cup from himself, he focused his attention back towards me.
“Shit man…You been too damn tense. Look man, we could work fast if you relax. Sip on that drink so we could finish this shit and go.” Corey said.
I cut my eyes at him before taking a slight sip of the mix. Its actually pretty good. Made my insides relax instantly.
“Is it good?” I heard a female voice from behind as I was half way through. I simply nod and turned around to see the female who fixed my drink. I drunk the rest then handed her my cup.
“Another please.” I said as Pee Wee stepped into the room.
“Tamira. Fix me a drink too.” he said to the female who was fixing my drink.
Corey stepped in. “Look man. We don‘t have time to spend play time here. I just need my shit so we could roll.”
“I got you man. I have my lady friend counting your shit up now. Yo…Shakes.” he pointed to the female by the bar.
She scampered out approaching Pee Wee.
“This my cousin here. He needs to relax since he has a baby at the house now. You think you could help his situation.” Pee Wee suggested as the pretty hazel eyed female glance to Corey’s way with a grin while nodding her head. She approached him, taking him by the hand onto the dance floor. Corey tried to resist, but something about a female is hard to turn away from.
Me on the other hand seen Tamira approaching us with a drink in each of her hands.
“Here you go.” she told me with a smile, and then to Pee Wee.
“Take my boy Marcus to the dance floor while I handle up on some business.” Pee Wee said, thinking he is slick.
“I don‘t dance.” I simply retorted.
“A fucking lie. I seen your ass at Corey‘s bash…” he said.
“I don‘t dance with anybody.” I respond. He gave me a smirk.
“How about you take my little cousin onto the dance floor then.” Pee Wee said referring to Moe.
“Look man. I‘m cool. Just hurry up with the shit so we could roll.” I said getting pissed.
He nodded strolling off to the room once more. I sipped on the drink as I seen Corey dancing with that chick. I just shook my head at the sight. I head towards the bar stool, making myself comfortable as I sipped on the unnamed mixture Tamira fixed for me. I could feel myself getting a bit too relaxed. I rubbed my eyes, then glanced around, not realizing Moe made herself comfortable a seat behind me.
“So how long are we going to be mad at each other?” she asked as I turned to look at her from the corner of my eye.
“Shit suppose to fly like that Moe. I‘m just suppose to forget you got my fiance raped by her ex. Then on top of that endangering our child. How the fuck you forgive somebody that damn selfish.” I said.
“You just don‘t get it…You never did. And I‘m not the one being selfish…You are being selfish.” she said.
“Get what? What is there to get?” I asked confused as fuck.
“I had fallen in love with you. I endangered my life for you…I even got pregnant for you.” she said, but the alcohol took me a minute to process it.
“What?” I asked once more. “I never fucked you. I never did anything to make you fall for me.” I said.
“Yes you did Marcus…See that’s what you don‘t get. You never paid attention to anything.” she said, but I tuned her out as I stood up to find an exit from the fumes in the room to think, I never had sex with her…Never! Or did I?
Flash Back…
Feet stumbled inside the empty apartment as Marcus struggled to carry a drunken female into his place. He too was stoned as he dropped her on the sofa. His body motioned to his bedroom, stumbling over crap he haven’t picked up causing him to wake up Moe…Her small body still continued developing being the tender age of fifteen. She rubbed her weak eyes, looking around to find she was in her bed, well at least the place she made into a bed. Her feet touched the rough carpet as she giggled from the thought of losing her shoes. Trying to get up, gravity struck her back down onto the sofa. What helped her to pull up was the thought of Marcus. An eighteen year old man, working his tale off to provide for him and his best friend’s sister. She licked her lips with a desire for sex. Stumbling at his door, she knocked lightly…
“Marcus…” she sang through the door with no response. “Marcus…” she sang once again while tapping the door louder.
“Man…What?” he asked in a slurred manner.
“I‘m scared…” she lied through her teeth as she opened the door while adjusting her eyes to the darkness.
“Scared of what?” he asked as she glance to the bed seeing his body laid out under the covers. A smile gleamed over her face while crawling on the bed and climbing onto his back.
“What the fuck you doing man…” he asked sluggishly moving a little under he. Her body laid over his, as her lips found his ear.
“I want to fuck you now…” she whispered while moving the covers back to kiss his neck.
“O yea…You can‘t handle a grown man‘s dick.” he said with laughter in his tone.
“You don‘t know what I‘m capable of.” she said biting lightly down on his neck.
He grabbed the covers back. “Lets see what you can do…”
Feet slowly pitter patter back into the living room as Moe made her way back to her bed. Marcus was knocked out stone cold as the memory of that night was to never be forgotten. She snuggled under the cover with a smile that was impossible to wipe off.
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i hope marcus dnt keep it from clare cuz it cud just break dem up even tho um hopin everythin workz out!!! 
