Losing It All - Chap 2

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Let's Get Married

"Meet me at the altar in your white dress. We ain't gettin no longer so we might as well do it. I feel you are the right girl, so I must confess: Girl let's just get married."

Senterea would flip if I told her that we are in LA, right now, which is precisely why I didn't tell her. Sage says we'll be back before she even notices I'm gone. I, being the lovestruck idiot, listened. As soon as we got here I wanted to jump back on the plane and head home.

"Bre, you gone love it here.," Sage tries to encourage me, "We're in LA for crying out loud." I laugh.
We're sitting in this aight hotel called Martial Suite.

I lay back on the bed,"How can you be so sure, Sage?" I ask.
He leans over me,"How dare you question the King! Off with your head!" He says in what I'm assuming is his voice of royalty. I laugh at his silly self,"Okay, I'll give it a chance, Your highness."

"Much better." He goes to the closet. He reappears with a gorgeous Baby Phat dress and heels. My only response was a sigh of satisfaction.

"Put this on. Today will be a day of remembrance, so getcho camra, baby"

I shake my head,"Camera<" I correct. He places the dress on the bed next to me. i grab his hand,"Now who's this Camra?" I joke.
I know my man ain't gone neva cheat on me. I give him everything he could ever need or want. With this sexy, milk chocolate, cuvacious body at his side he doesn't need nobody else. But........... if he ever did cheat on me I'd kill his ass on the spot. That's on;y if Senterea doesn't get to him first. He betta know better.
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"I had ta look dis good to go to the beach?" I ask in utter disbelief.

"Baby, wouldchu hushfo one second. I gotchu." Of course I frown, but I let silence zip my lips. I watch the waves crash against the shore. As we rode by, all sorts of questions flash through my mind: Where are we going? When will we be there? What is Sen gonna do to me when I get back. When are we gonna get to the business aspect of this trip? What movie comin on my lifetime tonight? Are we there yet?

We pulled up to a two-story condo. It is this pretty tan with light blue shutters and door. "Whose house?" I ask when he opens my door to let me out.

"Ours, bay." I roll my eyes, only because he's such a compulsive liar.

My bottom jaw, literally, hit the ground when he pulled out a key and unlocked the front door. The first thing that cages my eye in the house is the chandelier, which glimmering raindrop glass hanging from it.It was gold with a five- point star of lights.

I turn to Sage. My shock and excitement is written on my face. Sage knelt in front of me. This gesture would usually make a girl's heart stop beating, but not mine. I roll my eyes, because Sage has pulled this on me before. I'm sure he gets a kick out of seeing me all excited. Last time he did it I stopped talking to him for about a week or two.

"Baby I love you and you know that, so what are we waiting for. Let's get married. I wanna settle down witchu and have kids witchu, gurl. No otha broad will eva make me feel the way you do. That's why you gotta be my wifey."

"I'm not buying it," I say turning my back on him. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me
I won't be made a fool of, so Fuck you Sage."

Sage got off his knees and turns me to him. Tears mixed in with my anger. "Baaby, this is the real deal," He takes my hands in his,"Baby, I wouldn't go this far if it were just a joke." I'm not convinced.

He drops my hands and goes into his pocket. When he pulls out a pink, felt box. It shocked me. When he opens it and there's actually a ring inside, now, that shocked the unbelief right out of me.

I scream," You're serious!" I kiss him,"Of course I'ma marry you."
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The whole two weeks were spent christening every room of our new house. Whoo! Best damn two weeks of my twenty-two years.

As soon as our plane lands in good ole Florida I immediately ditch Sen and go home to spread the news to Sen. It was eating away at my insides. I just had to tell somebody, anybody at this point.

"Sen, we were in LA and........"

"And you didn't even tell me," She scolds, "You wanna know when I found out?" She pauses briefly just to glare at me I assume. "Just now!"

"Sage thought it'd be best not to tell you."

She laughs, "Who is he? Your-"

"Fiance." I cut her off. Bam! I just hadta show her the rock to kill any and all disbelief that was floating around in her petite body. She jumped off her waterbed and hugged me, "Congratulations and finally."
"You and I gotta do this wedding up real big and extravagant." Sen says. Sen wants to be married really bad, but none of the men she ever dates are on that hubby status. They usually only in it to tap ha big butt, but with age came boredom. Sen was grown prematurely, so even though she's only twenty-five she has lived enough life to be fifty.

"We gotta let dat evil, conivin bitch Dameria help us," I grown.

"His sista?" I nod. "Hell naw!"

I fall back on her bed, "That's what I said, but then he threatened me."

"Oh no, he didn't! We can get it poppin, Cuz."

I laugh despite the tragic situation, "Sen, it wasn't like dat," I explain, "He said that if I refuse to let her help with the wedding that, since she looking for a place to kick it for a while, he would let her bunk with us." Sen and I grunt together.

Dameria hates Sen and I. Lookin back on it, I guess, she got good reason to after what we did. Before I met Sage she "caught" me and her boyfriend making out at this club, Wet, downtown. I wouldn't really say she caught us cause we were doing it in public and nobody was running around behind her back. To add to the drama two days earlier she had caught Sen going down on him in the same club.

Sen and I had no idea that we were messing with the same nigga until that bitch confronted us while we were chillin at our girl, Lora, house. This trick pulled out a gun on all us when I stated the facts "Apparently you can't keep no man no way if he always out sexin some otha female"

Back then Sen and I had not been properly acquainted with fear, so we still got too buck. Truth is if she was gonna shoot us she would've done that first before she fired off at the mouth. That's if she was buckin, which she wasn't. I hit her right in the mouth. Sen actually took the gun from her and started beating her with it.

Sen did some serious damage to the girl. You know I got mine in as well. Lora, being the one only involved as a witness drove Dameria to the hospital. That was that until I met Sage. We met five months later. I was sixteen trying to get into his club. The guard started roughing me up; pushing and grabbing me. Sen was taking off her earrings, popping off nails, and removing her heels when Sage came out. The guard said that Sen and I were acting irratic. I swear I was bout ready to fire off on him.

Sage let Sen and I in and even told us all our drinks were on the house. He let us chill in VIP with him. He was nineteen just like Sen, but they were both not interested in each other. He was into me, while Sen was into his twenty-one year old boy, Ice.

Sage and I talked for hours. That was it for me. His sweetness hooked me immediately. There weren't a lot of guys who didn't just want a sample of your cookies. Then, mine were fresh out the oven and I wasn't giving them away to the highest bidder like most females. After that night we started dating. He wanted me to meet his family, soon after.

That bitch, Dameria pulled out her heat on me at the Sunday dinner right in front of their whole family. Sage got her to put it away and took me outside to let things settle down. I told him the story. That nigga found it quite humerus.

He kept me away from her and vice versa. That bitch kept trying to break us up by, continuously, telling him all this shit about me; How I supposedly slept around, but I was a virgin until Sage got in. She even told him I had all these STDs, but I got tested just to shut her up.

I know she gonna try to demolish my wedding. She still hates me and especially Sen. Why would she ask to help?

Sen and I beat ourselves up trying to answer this question. Four hours brought no answers and no relief. We're screwed!
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Published: 11/13/2010
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