Bittersweet Chapter 10
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My Own Petard
"I can't believe he didn't say it back." Sonya says rubbing her round stomach. She's pregnant with Mitch's second kid. It's a girl.
I groan, "I'm going out tonight. Imma get hella wasted and sex the first guy who gives me the time of day. See how he feels then."
I was yearning for revenge. He rejected my love, shot me down as soon as I took off my bullet-proof vest and dropped my shield. He deserves to burn in hell for that, but since the devil went on a jaunt I'll step in and make him feel enough pain, that he'll wish he could burn in hell.
Sonya sighs, "Wat you should do is just chill out and collect your emotions."
I glare at her, "Shut up, Sonya."
"You're lucky I'm pregnant or I'd beatchu down for dat one, heffa."
I laugh. I kiss her cheek. She rubs my stomach, "He needsta put a bun in yo oven, so you can stop being so fast."
At one point I wanted Anthony's baby, but lately I've been so scared that I won't even let him touch me. He refuses to use a condom cause he says he only did his flavas with a condom on. "I own dat, so Imma do you how and when I wanna."
One day Imma end up leaving dis nigga for good, so I don't wanna be trapped in his grasps by no baby.
"Mitch needsta stop putting buns in yo oven." I say. "Twenty-two with a five year old son and a daughter on the way. One of each, so you done right?"
Sonya giggles, "Mitch wants five boys, three girls, and a set of twins."
I gasp, "That's ten kids! He's psycho."
"No, boo, that's not including DJ and dis one." Sonya laughs like this is a huge joke.
"Twelve. Tell him to watch dat movie, Cheaper by the Dozen."
"That's where he got the idea."
Silence. Sonya and I burst into laughter. I run my fingers through my hair, thinking about Anthony and I having one kid. Let alone twelve. I cringe. I could never do dat to my sanity nor my beautiful, perfect body. I think not.
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I twisted up the front of my waist-length hair. It's still wavy because I washed it and got too lazy to blow dry it, so I just ran some gel through it so it wouldn't frizz too bad. My tight red dress only is a foot longer than my hair. These six inch silver heels, which I stole from Sonya, made the short dress look ten times shorter.
"You look really sexy." Mama compliments. "Going out with Anthony?"
"Who?" I scrunch up my nose at his name. I'm all up in the mirror, just fixing the minor stuff. I must admit that revenge never looked so good.
Mama smiles, "Revenge won't be so sweet when Anthony kills somebody ova you."
I roll my eyes. "Bye, Mama."
My phone rings as soon as I get in the car. Fantasia's Ain't Gone Beg You plays letting me know that it is no other than Anthony. Ugh! I just gave him that ringtone recently, after he broke my very fragile heart. I don't answer it, but instead I blast my girl Nicki Minaj. This is a moment I wish I could have for life, too, so we're on the same page.
My goal for tonight is too get so wasted that I don't remember tonight, tomorrow.
Thirty minutes later that's exactly what I'm doing. I got my drink in one hand and some boy's hand in the other. Drink after drink, song after song, he and I dance. To be honest I don't even know his name and I don't care. He and I dance as sweat glistens on our body. With every lustful touch and every intoxicating drink, the pain HE caused me is erased.
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"OH.........................MY..........................GOSH!" I groan. My head is throbbing. My stomach is doing back flips and my heart is trying to commit suicide, throwing itself against my ribcage. I try to kick off the heavy, suffocating cover, but my whole body aches. Places that are sensitive let me know that I made a mistake last night. A mistake I can't remember making or with whom.
I swear loudly. Laughter erupts all around me, but not from me. My eyes open sluggishly, but my eyelids fall back down, stubbornly. Strong, muscular arms pick me up. I'm being carried by some stranger, but I'm too weak to fight and too intoxicated to care.
I'm placed on a cold tile floor just as everything I drank or ate last night is rejected. I had been placed in front of a toilet. The alcohol that blocked out sanity is now flowing out of me like an everlasting river. I don't know where I am or who is catering to me. All I know is pain.
Pain quickly fades into blackness.
"I can't believe he didn't say it back." Sonya says rubbing her round stomach. She's pregnant with Mitch's second kid. It's a girl.
I groan, "I'm going out tonight. Imma get hella wasted and sex the first guy who gives me the time of day. See how he feels then."
I was yearning for revenge. He rejected my love, shot me down as soon as I took off my bullet-proof vest and dropped my shield. He deserves to burn in hell for that, but since the devil went on a jaunt I'll step in and make him feel enough pain, that he'll wish he could burn in hell.
Sonya sighs, "Wat you should do is just chill out and collect your emotions."
I glare at her, "Shut up, Sonya."
"You're lucky I'm pregnant or I'd beatchu down for dat one, heffa."
I laugh. I kiss her cheek. She rubs my stomach, "He needsta put a bun in yo oven, so you can stop being so fast."
At one point I wanted Anthony's baby, but lately I've been so scared that I won't even let him touch me. He refuses to use a condom cause he says he only did his flavas with a condom on. "I own dat, so Imma do you how and when I wanna."
One day Imma end up leaving dis nigga for good, so I don't wanna be trapped in his grasps by no baby.
"Mitch needsta stop putting buns in yo oven." I say. "Twenty-two with a five year old son and a daughter on the way. One of each, so you done right?"
Sonya giggles, "Mitch wants five boys, three girls, and a set of twins."
I gasp, "That's ten kids! He's psycho."
"No, boo, that's not including DJ and dis one." Sonya laughs like this is a huge joke.
"Twelve. Tell him to watch dat movie, Cheaper by the Dozen."
"That's where he got the idea."
Silence. Sonya and I burst into laughter. I run my fingers through my hair, thinking about Anthony and I having one kid. Let alone twelve. I cringe. I could never do dat to my sanity nor my beautiful, perfect body. I think not.
_____ _____ ______
I twisted up the front of my waist-length hair. It's still wavy because I washed it and got too lazy to blow dry it, so I just ran some gel through it so it wouldn't frizz too bad. My tight red dress only is a foot longer than my hair. These six inch silver heels, which I stole from Sonya, made the short dress look ten times shorter.
"You look really sexy." Mama compliments. "Going out with Anthony?"
"Who?" I scrunch up my nose at his name. I'm all up in the mirror, just fixing the minor stuff. I must admit that revenge never looked so good.
Mama smiles, "Revenge won't be so sweet when Anthony kills somebody ova you."
I roll my eyes. "Bye, Mama."
My phone rings as soon as I get in the car. Fantasia's Ain't Gone Beg You plays letting me know that it is no other than Anthony. Ugh! I just gave him that ringtone recently, after he broke my very fragile heart. I don't answer it, but instead I blast my girl Nicki Minaj. This is a moment I wish I could have for life, too, so we're on the same page.
My goal for tonight is too get so wasted that I don't remember tonight, tomorrow.
Thirty minutes later that's exactly what I'm doing. I got my drink in one hand and some boy's hand in the other. Drink after drink, song after song, he and I dance. To be honest I don't even know his name and I don't care. He and I dance as sweat glistens on our body. With every lustful touch and every intoxicating drink, the pain HE caused me is erased.
________________________________________
"OH.........................MY..........................GOSH!" I groan. My head is throbbing. My stomach is doing back flips and my heart is trying to commit suicide, throwing itself against my ribcage. I try to kick off the heavy, suffocating cover, but my whole body aches. Places that are sensitive let me know that I made a mistake last night. A mistake I can't remember making or with whom.
I swear loudly. Laughter erupts all around me, but not from me. My eyes open sluggishly, but my eyelids fall back down, stubbornly. Strong, muscular arms pick me up. I'm being carried by some stranger, but I'm too weak to fight and too intoxicated to care.
I'm placed on a cold tile floor just as everything I drank or ate last night is rejected. I had been placed in front of a toilet. The alcohol that blocked out sanity is now flowing out of me like an everlasting river. I don't know where I am or who is catering to me. All I know is pain.
Pain quickly fades into blackness.
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