Elizabeth
I love my man. He is the nicest guy I ever meet. He is very accommodating and always tries to make the best of everything. I love him. There is nothing that I would not do for him. He makes love to me like no other man; my body is his canvas to do whatever he please. Considering the other loser’s that I have had in my life, he was my knight in shining amour.
We meet one day at the Berkeley Flea Market. I was just making a quick visit to pick up my favorite incense and jerk chicken. It was a hot day, so I was wearing my pink and white sun dress with no bra. Although I am on the heavier side, I wore my weight well. I haven’t always been the most confident girl, but a good man that loves me and all my flaws changed all that. And there he was, standing by the group of men beating their drums to the sound of my heart. He stood out like a lit candle in a dark room. His smile meet my eyes and before I knew it we were talking about getting together and makin’ things happen. His name was Keven.
I slept with him the first night we meet and every night after that. My girlfriends hated him and was a bit surprised by this instant love affair. He was good to me and they were single and man less. My best girlfriend Tracy, went as far to think that he was a prime candidate for a down low brotha’. He dressed well and argued with her constantly. He had a best friend who always was anti-social. Just seemed to always be hangin’ around for no reason except to just be with his “boy”. That shit meant nothing to me, I had no reason to be concerned. She was my friend, had been since the 3rd grade. She had been there through break-ups and make-ups and get-back together’s. There was no fighting me without fighting her too. So when it came to her opinion, I gave her the benefit of the doubt and listened to her rant. “Are you serious about this guy? I mean really serious? Tracy would ask those questions in disbelief at least once a month. Yes! For the umpteenth time, I love him, he is fine, he is mine and I am happy with him. So why can’t you just be happy for me? We both understood what happens when one friend gets a man and the other remains single. I just wish she didn’t have to voice her opinion so much. I know that Keven had been in and out of jail since he was a teenager, he didn’t have a job, not much education, but he did what he could. So when he got caught up with this identify theft sting, it was not a problem for me to wait the 18 months of time her had to serve in Santa Rita. “I don’t know Liz, this guy just seems a bit off, two years no job? What does he do, just fuck you good? I just smiled, only I needed to know the answer to that.
It was the longest time ever. I felt like I was doing time too. The weekend visits and the talk of marriage kept me interested and satisfied. My sexual needs were meet with some good batteries and a bullet. He always looked good, kept himself up and made me feel like I had something to look forward to. He wrote the most romantic letters, said the most wonderful things, and I was falling more and more in love with this man.
During this time away, I got in shape, lost 35 pounds. I even got promoted to Manager at my job and moved into a larger apartment with hopes of having children one day. I saved my money because I knew when my baby came home he would need the money to make a fresh start. Usually when he came home he would always live with his best friend John, but this time he as coming home to me. He would have new gear and shoes, so when he came home he would be fitted while celebrating being home It had been a little over a year and he would be home early for good behavior.
A few weeks before Keven was released I started receiving text messages on my phone to ‘leave him alone”. When I called the number there was just an anonymous voice message. There were notes left on my car saying, “He’s mine, he’ll never be completely yours”. At first I thought this was some sick joke from one of my friends. We had all been kickin’ it tough since his lockup and they knew I would be unavailable when he came home, so I thought nothing of it. But when I came home from work and there was a note saying that I was a “Dead Bitch”, I immediately took notice. It was no longer a joke, I was pissed. I had always kept a gun in my home. I was stalked by an x-boyfriend who I eventually had to put in jail. He was abusive and I came home too many times with him sitting in my living room with a pistol in his hand. Now I lived alone and I needed it for protection. I would never be a victim again, so I kept it loaded.
During my next visit with Keven I told him what was happening. He said he had no idea who this could be. How could he? He was in jail and I wasn’t going to let it spoil my moment with him. I was preparing for a lot of things for us. I was looking forward to us spending the rest of our lives together, so whoever the hell this was, was going to have to deal with us being together. Although I appeared to be secure in our relationship, I did wonder who this could be. Keven had been in jail for over a year, did he start a relationship with someone and made her the same promises he made me? It sure would be possible, because sometimes that is what men do, lie and say whatever to get whatever, especially the ones that go to jail frequently. These questions started to clog my brain, but I wasn’t going to let it spoil his homecoming.
The day had arrived. Keven was coming home and I was more than elated. I had taken some days off work just to be with him. I took a long hot bath, put on some clean sheets and prepared to pick him up. As I walked to my car I noticed another note, this time it just said “Stupid!’. I just didn’t get it, but I was not worried. Maybe it was an old girlfriend that had resurfaced, or a mad woman whom he had had a previous relationship with, I don’t know. He had no children, so there was absolutely no baby mama drama. Whoever it was, it was too bad for them because I was going to pick him up and tonight he would be in my bed.
As I waited for him to come out I thought about the time we meet, all the love we made and how good he was to me. He was my best friend and I could not wait to show him how devoted I had been. Before I knew it, he was standing there knocking on the window of the car, I unlocked the door. It was hard to contain myself. He looked the same, maybe gained a little weight. He smiled and gave me a kiss. He appeared to be happy to see me, but looked as if something else was on his mind. He was there, but not really here with me.
“What’s wrong baby”
“Nuthin’, just hungry” Being on the outside again always takes an adjustment, happy to see you though baby”.
“Oh good”, I fried some chicken with greens and cornbread”.
“Ok, yeah, Do you mind if John comes by, you know he’s my dog and I haven’t seen him in a minute”.
“Oh sure, no problem”. I was thinking, what the fuck? You haven’t seen me either in a minute and I have a pussy, what the fuck was this?
The drive home was silent. That was the beginning and the end of our conversation. Why the hell did he have to see John today? What was the urgency? Now that he was coming over, I was all of a sudden not in the mood, not excited and the thrill just died. All this was for him and he wanted his friend to come over? I guess we would have all night to make up, so I guess I didn’t mind that much, but damn.
John came by and we ate ad watched old episodes of Martin, it was a marathon weekend. Keven and John just talked about people in the hood. All the who was doing what, when and with who was covered. I was completely bored and felt left out, I could not wait until he left. When I felt myself getting sleepy I realized that it was almost 1 am in the morning and John was still here. I was completely annoyed. When Keven finally came to bed, he said that John was too drunk and needed to sleep it off on the couch. I was even more annoyed but the fact that Keven went straight to sleep left me more than heated, I needed to get laid and why didn’t he? I was pissed off, but I guess he needed to rest and there was this adjustment factor to consider.
A few days went by and I was returning to work. John had been visiting every day. I hope this comes to an end soon because he is the last person I want to see when I come home. Keven and I was finally able to make love, and it was ok, not as passionate as I thought it would be. For a man who had been locked up for over a year, I thought we would be going round for round at least 3 or 4 times, we only had sex once.
My vacation was over and I was getting dressed to go to work. I cooked him breakfast before I left. I know things would get better, he is just getting used to being on the outside. Tonight when I get home I will cook him a nice dinner and make him remember what it is to be with me. Being locked up with a lot of knuckle heads day in and out will sometimes make you lose touch with the real world. I figured I would come home for lunch for a quickie and give him the real deal later on that evening.
I quickly left work a little before noon, so I could get a full hour in with him. He did not have the biggest penis, but he definitely worked what he had, and I loved it and missed that part of him. As I walked into my home, I smelled cologne, I thought my baby must be in the shower, that’s even better. I would attack him, while he was butt naked! As I got closer to my bedroom I noticed unfamiliar clothes on the floor, and what sounded like a struggle or something, nothing too loud but very noticeable. Was my baby in trouble? I kept my gun in the hall way closet, so I slowly grabbed it. I tiptoed back down the hallway and slowly opened my bedroom door and God could not have prepared me for what I saw. It was john fucking my man and my man having the look of complete pleasure on his face. Everything went black, I heard four shots and when the smoke cleared there were two dead bodies on the bed.
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