Gate Wide Open (5 page)

Last Straw
October 29
^th
, 2018, 6:32
P.M
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“I am tired of your shit, Shawn!” I yelled at him as I ran from our bedroom. My voice was so loud, it echoed throughout the house.

I wasn't going to forgive him this time around. His ass was going to pay for what he did to me. I had only been gone out of the house for about an hour or so. I went over to my mom's house to check on her and the children, and I didn't give him a specific time that I would be back. He said he had some work that he needed to catch up on, and that he would see me when I returned home.

Alex and Ashley were teenagers now, but they still loved to go over to my mom's house for her famous cooking. I had brought home some plates of food for Shawn and me to eat because he loved her food as well. We were just getting things in our life back in order, and I was falling in love with him all over again.

I stormed back into the room again with a bat in hand ready to break bones. The two cheaters scrambled around the room looking for shelter to cover their vulnerable bodies.

“Baby, I'm sorry. You gotta believe me. He tricked me. You know I would never hurt you like this again.”

I wasn't trying to hear it. “Tricked you?” I swung the bat at his head, barely missing him, and putting a large dent in the wall. “What the fuck you take me for, Shawn? A fuckin' crackhead or a gotdamn dummy?” This time, I swung and cracked him in his back as he leaped across the bed, trying to dodge me.

“Baby, just calm down and let me explain.” Shawn held his arms out, trying to grab the bat from me.

I had him and James hemmed up in the corner of our bedroom. They both had a look of fear as they knew that I was planning on doing bodily harm. I was going to numb the pain in my heart with their screams of pain and agony. I planned to make every swing count. I was going for a new record in RBI's (Real Bad Injuries).

“You faggot-ass muthafuckas have played me for the last time,” I said, cocking my bat getting ready to swing.

“Come on, Mona, baby. Think about the kids. What would you say to the kids?”

“Fuck the kids! Right now all I'm worried about is breaking this muthafuckin' bat over y'all's faggot-ass heads.”

Both still naked, they covered their prized jewels with their hands.

Pow!

I swung the bat, and it connected with Shawn's head, sending him careening to the ground as blood and teeth flew everywhere. He hit the ground unconscious and bloody.

Next, I set my sights on the bastard who was trying to take my family away again.

He looked at me with terror in his eyes. He musta knew that he was about to meet his Maker.

“Your turn, you home-wrecking bitch!” I swung the bat at him.

Just as I was about to hit bone, he leaped and tried to make it across my bed. He slipped on the satin sheets that I had bought from Pier 1. I smiled with an evil grin, knowing he was now at my mercy. He looked up at me with fear, but he didn't beg one bit, probably because he wasn't sorry for what he had done to me and my family.

“You gonna pay! I'ma make sure they take your ass outta here in a body bag, muthafucka!” I swung the bat with all my might, breaking his ankle.

He yelled in agony as I took my time and broke his knees.

Crack!
His ass bone.

Crack! Crack!
Both his arms.

He was stretched out on my bed, beaten, bloody, and moaning in pain. I flipped him on his back, making sure he saw the last hit coming. I aimed for his head and went for it.
Pow!

He wasn't dead, and I was glad. I decided to let the muthafucka live the rest of his life in a fucking wheelchair.

To my surprise, Shawn jumped up and bolted for the door. Like a jackrabbit, I pounced after him with the bat in hand. Just as he reached the steps, I threw the bat at his feet and watched it clip him. He lost his balance and hurled down the uncarpeted steps like a ball.

As he fell, I could hear him breaking numerous bones in the process. He lay at the bottom of the steps in a mangled mess moaning for help.

“Ain't nobody here but me and you, Shawn,” I said, bending down and whispering in his ear, “so your bitch ass can cut out the crying. I left yo boyfriend upstairs barely breathing, and your ass is next.”

“Mona, please!” he moaned in a low but audible cry.

I picked up the bat that followed him on his trip down the steps. “What am I going to do with you?” I questioned him. “All you had to do was stay on this side of the fence, but oh no, you wanted to play on both sides again. All I ever did was love you, Shawn. I forgave you for your infidelity, and vice versa. This is the last straw, and your time here is up.” I swung the bat one last time and hit him in the head. I watched as his eyes rolled in the back of his head and his breath faded away.

I knelt down and placed my ear to his mouth, to make sure he was gone for good. After I was sure, I threw the bat down and walked out of my house.

I got into my car and drove until I couldn't drive anymore. I sat in my car on the side of the road and cried my eyes out because of the chaos of my life. I banged on the steering wheel with my hands and my head, trying to get the visions of my madness out of my head. I couldn't, because they were forever burned into my memory.

I just wanted all the pain to go away. It was too much for me to bear. I just couldn't live this life any longer, and I wanted it to end now. I prayed to God and asked for forgiveness for what I was about to do. I asked Him to take care of my children and my mom.

“Please, Lord, let them know that I loved them the best I could.”

I unbuckled my seat belt and stepped from my car and ran into traffic just as an eighteen wheeler came bustling down the road.

 

“Noooo!” I screamed out loud as I sat up in my chair with a look of fright. I looked around the room and noticed I was alone. I had fallen asleep at the kitchen table. Luckily, the kids had a movie playing that was louder than it was supposed to be, so they didn't hear me scream.

“It was only a dream,” I said, calming myself down. “Oh, shit! It seemed so real.”

I had been having dreams of this nature on and off lately. I was hoping and praying that Shawn was done with sleeping with men, particularly James. Shit, I was hoping I was done sleeping with him.

I got up and walked to the kitchen sink and splashed my face with some cold water. I sat down at the table again and calmed my self down mentally and physically. My breath was still erratic, and my thoughts were everywhere.

“What in the hell is going on?” I whispered to myself. “All these dreams and shit is bugging the hell out of me.”

I couldn't help but wonder if Shawn was being honest about his homosexual desires.
Were they all gone? Could a man just stop being attracted to men? I mean, he has had psychological evaluation by a licensed psychologist. I checked this woman's credentials, and she came back with a perfect record. I don't know if I could take another blow, while trying to keep this family alive and together.

I bowed my head and said a short prayer. “Lord, please fix this family. I can't take this anymore. You have to do something now. Lord, I need You. Please, God, fix this. Amen.”

As I lifted my head up, I heard Shawn open the front door to the house and come in. I heard a little exchange with the kids, and then his footsteps headed toward the kitchen. I gathered myself emotionally and prepared for his news, good or bad.

Keep It Tight
October 29
^th
, 2018, 6:48
P.M
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I walked into the kitchen totally baffled and at a loss for words.
This nigga is playing me. Again
! I can't believe the hold he has on people. It's like he has some kind of power that keeps people spellbound with him. I can't let this nigga do this to my family again.

I knew the children were his, biologically, but I was their father in every sense of the word. I was paying the bills in the house they lived in. I was the one who fed and clothed them, and I wasn't letting any psycho take them from me. Never. If he wanted a fight, then a fight was what he was going to get. I was going to beat him at his own game.

“Hey, baby,” Mona said as I walked in the kitchen. “How did everything go with your dad?”

I put on a fake smile. “Everything went great.” I couldn't possible tell her that my father was sleeping with the enemy. Again.

I didn't think Mona could relive the memories of the past again. She still tossed and turned in the bed at night. In fact, many nights I had to hold her tight, just so she and I could get some sleep.

I couldn't let her know that James wasn't out of my system, like I'd said. I wanted him to pay for the things he did to her and me, but at the same time, I wanted him sexually too. I was torn, and there were days I just wanted to end it all. But I couldn't just take the easy way out. I had to deal with this beast head-on.

“Yeah. Well, he apologized for the things that he did, and we made up right then and there. I told him that it would still take me some time to get used to him again and to be able to call him Dad. He said he understood, and we left it at that.”

“Oh, that is sooo good, Shawn,” she said, embracing me tightly. “I am so glad that things are getting back in order.”

“Me too,” I said as I hugged her back. “I know things have been rough for us, but I think it's time for us to move on with our lives.”

A tear slid down her face. “You know what, baby? I was thinking the same thing earlier today. I was thinking that we should renew our vows again to rekindle the love in our relationship. We can invite the whole family and your dad even can walk me down the aisle, since my father is deceased.”

“Sure, Mona, baby. I was thinking about the same thing earlier,” I said with a little less enthusiasm. “We can start planning it this week coming up.”

Plans in Order
October 30
^th
, 2018, 1:40
P.M
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I marveled at the fact that I could still toy with Shawn and manipulate him the way I wanted to. A couple of down-low cops are always a necessity on your team. They are always looking for a good time. They called me after they turned Shawn out again and said they were up for some more fun, and that any time I needed them, give them a call, on duty or off. I knew I was definitely going to use them again real soon.

Shawn still hadn't learned that he was up against the best, I guess. I was going to have to take him to school again. If my guess was right, and it usually was, Mona and Shawn still hadn't told the children about their biological father.

They were making this shit way too easy. I was in need of some more entertainment, and these two fools were in line again begging to be a part of my show.
Man, this shit making me horny.

The only thing was, this old fucker I was staying with was bugging the hell out of me. He wanted me to hold him at night and tell him I love him and all that shit. I was so close to telling him to fuck off. His ass was making me sick as a muthafucka.

I woke his old ass up early this morning, so I could go and get me a ride. I had to run some interference in some people's lives that shitted on me and thought they were getting away with it. I had sat in jail for ten years planning out my revenge on those that placed me there, and I was going to make sure that they got what was coming to them. They may have forgotten about me, but I sure hadn't forgotten about them. I was sparing no one this time around. Their asses didn't know I was coming, but when I was finished with their asses, they would be passing down stories about me to the grandkids.

 

We pulled up to the dealership, and I got out and told gramps to stay still until I was finished. His ass was as obedient as a dog, and loyal as one too. He was begging for a piece of dick, and if I got my way today, he just might get a treat, if I could stomach looking at his wrinkly, mashed-up ass cheeks.

I walked into a rinky-dink car dealership and asked to speak to the man in charge. I walked to the counter, and a weave-wearing receptionist bitch with red and yellow hair looked me up and down and returned to the conversation she was having on the phone. Ghetto bitch was acting like she didn't want to help me, but she didn't know she was fucking with a crazy muthafucka that was messed up in the head. I was all the more pleased to show her my ghetto side as well.

“Excuse me,” I said with a smile. “Don't you see me standing here waiting to be serviced?”

“Yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And? I got you when I get up off my call. Damn!”

“Damn?” I said to myself, shocked at her boldness. “Oh, I know this bitch is asking for it.”

She continued to have her conversation on the phone, ignoring my presence once again. “Yeah, girl, do you know that muthafucka had the nerve to want me to work and come home and fix his dinner? He must've lost—”

I let this bitch ride too long, so I grabbed the phone and hung it up. I then grabbed her “phony tail” and flung it across the room. She watched as the weave hit the ground.

I grabbed her by what little hair she had left and pulled her ear close to my mouth. “Look, bitch, if you want the rest of this shitty mess you call hair, then you better skip your can't-keep-a-man ass to the back and get the man that own this shithole.”

Her ass finally got up and went into a back office and out pops this dude that look like he was straight out of prison himself. He was tall and muscular and from the bulge in his slacks, I could only hope that he was packing a big dick. I always sized up a man's dick before I even looked them in the face.

I put on my around-the-way swagger and walked up to him. We shook hands, and he showed me the way to his office.

I went straight for the kill and put my cards on the table. I looked him dead in the eye. “Main man, I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor you talkin' about?” he asked, adjusting himself in his seat.

“I just got out the joint, and I need me some wheels, and all I have is cash money.” I knew from my sources around the hood that car dealerships have to report to the IRS anyone that buys a car with cash outright.

“Well, homeboy, you came to the wrong dealership because I don't deal with that shit no more,” he said, giving me a wink.

His ass musta thought I was wired, or somebody was listening in on our conversation or something. I just played along and handed him fifteen grand for my choice of a car off the lot.

He walked me to the lot, and I picked out the car that I wanted. Then we went back to his office to fill out some paperwork.

And, boy, he had all of the paperwork I could handle. His ass fucked me so good, I thought his dick was going to come out of my mouth.

I walked out his office with a new ride and a good piece of dick. He gave me his number and told me anytime I need anything, just give him a call. Trade. Gotta love them.

When I left his office, the ghetto-ass receptionist waved good-bye to me as she was trying to put her makeshift ponytail back on her head. Her ass just got a lesson in customer service that you couldn't get at your local Wal-Mart.
I betcha her ass will act right for the next customer that comes in.

I walked up to Carl's car and instructed him to go home. I told him that I would be home in a couple of hours. I didn't need his ass with me when I went to purchase the supplies I needed to exact my revenge. I needed the least amount of witnesses possible.

I had plans to get back at my old boss for snitching on me. I had a special plan for him. His ass was retired, and I knew exactly where he was staying. He and his wife had a ranch out in Upper Marlboro. Her dumb ass didn't even know her husband liked black dick. Sorry bitch was gonna have to be punished with him. Her flat ass was going to be an innocent bystander to my fury and wrath.

Then I was going to go after the “lick-'em girl,” Keisha, Kenny's baby mama. While I was getting arrested, her lesbian ass had the nerve to go through my pockets and take the keys to the car Kenny bought me. And the bitch stole the money I was going to steal for myself.
She and her dyke girlfriend gonna wish they had left town.
But, first things first, I was going to get me a decent place to stay.

I pulled off the car lot in a black Ford Expedition that had tinted windows and chrome rims. I could tell that this shit was almost new because it still had that fresh leather smell. It must have belonged to a drug dealer or something like that.

I went out to a spot out on Liberty Road called Dunhill Village Apartments. One of my old acquaintances had lived here for a short while, and I liked the area.

I went in, filled out an application, and I was given a full tour of the grounds. I knew this was the spot for me. The place was quiet and spacious. Despite my raunchy sex life, I loved to spend quiet evenings at home in my soft, plush bed.

The rent was $950, which was no problem at all. They ran my credit while I toured the place, so by the time we made it back to the leasing office, I was approved with no security deposit and given a date to move in. It was close to the end of the month, so I only had a couple of more days to stay in Carl's rat trap of an apartment.

I was so happy, I went to The Room Store and purchased all the furniture for my new home. I went shopping crazy as I normally do. I went to Anna's Linens for all my linens and Pier 1 for all my accents, like vases and candles. Then I went to Best Buy for my two flat-screen televisions, computer, and various surveillance equipment that I needed. I finally made a trip to the Wal-Mart Supercenter on Route 1, and finished up with pots, pans, and other household essentials.

I ended up spending close to $8,000 to fix up my new crib. Exhausted, I finally made my trip back to my temporary home for some much-needed rest.