Tears on My Pillow 2 (11 page)

February 10
th
, 2014

Monday

Jakari

                   I lean back in my chair and kick my feet up, propping them up on the corner of my desk as I loosen my tie. I place my hands behind my head and interlock my fingers, my elbows pointing out on either side of my head. I close my eyes, and try to enjoy the peace and quiet for a minute. I open my eyes and stare at my iPhone, which is laying on the desk. I don’t really want to have anything else to do with this trick but if I am going to save my marriage, I have to. “
Ok, here we go
...,” I say to myself as I pick up my phone and send Anjela a text.

I’m sorry I lost my cool

                   I’m positive she is going to text me back because if she had truly gone bat-shit crazy, she would have called the police and filed domestic violence charges on me. And I know that she didn’t because I would have been contacted by Springfield’s dirty ass cops by now. I smile as my phone vibrates. These bitches are all the same.

Whatever

                   I guess she’s gonna play like she’s mad and send out these one word answers. She knows damn well she been waiting by her phone for me to call or text. And even more importantly, I know she has. She ain’t fooling me or herself.

How you feelin?

Doing a lot of vomiting.

                   I laugh. “That’s what your dumb ass gets. Don’t choke on it bitch,” I say to myself. I would like nothing more than to tell her to do just that, but right now, I need to placate this bitch so she doesn’t contact my wife. I can’t let anyone come between Qia and me. That thought reminds me that I need to have another convo with my little brother soon, but one thing at a time. Besides, I know I can trust him, but he’s still going to need to back way the fuck up.

                   Bringing my attention back to Lil Miss Prego, I send her what I know she wants to hear. It hurts my fingers to text her this load of shit, but I manage to do it anyway.

You need me to rub your back?

Not if it comes with a side of choke a bitch!

                   I guess her delusional ass think she Kevin Hart now. She gone learn...

I already apologized.

Whatever.........Yes.

Yes what?

I need you.

You work tomorrow?

No.

I’ll see you sometime tomorrow.

K

                   I shove my phone in my pocket and open my briefcase, determined to get my mind off this dizzy bitch and get some work done before I go home. I count the homework papers I received from my last class and I only have thirty-eight out of the forty-seven students in the class. I will bet my life that I will get some emails later on today about dead grandmothers and Ebola level illnesses as excuses for not turning it in. Lazy ass kids.

                   I pull my laptop out of my laptop bag and place it on my desk. I turn it on so I can check my work email. I delete all the junk mail. I don’t have anything in my inbox that can’t wait until tomorrow. I’m tired, so I just want to go home and relax. I log out of my email and power off my laptop before closing it. I slip the laptop back in its bag when I hear a knock at the door.

                   “Come in!” I call out loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear me.

                   The door opens a little and she pokes her head into my office through the small opening. She glances around before asking, “Are you busy?”

                   I give her a crooked smile and say, “Not too busy for you.”

                   She opens the door a little more and steps in, pushing the door closed behind her.  She takes a few steps towards my desk. When she gets like halfway between the door and my desk, she unties the belt around her waist. Then, she unbuttons her black trench coat and flings it back, revealing an all-black outfit. I take in her look, starting with her heels and working my way up. I move up to her thigh high stockings. I pause when I see that she has on a garter belt with no panties, which gives me a crystal clear view of her hairless delta.
Now this is how it’s supposed to be
, I think to myself. I consciously force myself to close my mouth, so that I don’t drool and continue up to her lace demi-bra. Her nipples, puffy and erect, are sitting up and poking out over the cups of the bra, causing me to lick my lips.

February 10
th
, 2014

Monday

Qia

                   I go in my room to get the FMLA papers off the nightstand. When I get back in the office, I check my phone and it’s done with the backup. I sit down on the corner of my desk and check to see how much info was transferred.  I pick my phone up off the desk and see that I have over four thousand pictures on the phone. I decide to check my text messages to see if any of those are back on the phone as well. I hit the message icon and see that I have hundreds of threads. I start scrolling through the names and come to the conclusion that I don’t really know any of these names, until I get to one that says, Azia Collins.

                   Why would I have a text in my phone from Azia? Maybe she was a student of mine. No, that doesn’t seem right because I don’t text my students. It just doesn’t seem appropriate to me. I give them my work email and that is how we communicate. Plus, when I talked to Chan, he said that she was an ex of his, but that I only met her once and we weren’t friends. So again, why do I have a text from her? My eyebrow goes up as I tap on the thread.

Azia: Good morning Professor!

Jakari: What’s up?

Azia: I enjoyed our session yesterday.

Jakari: Yeah. I enjoyed having you bent over my desk as well.

                  
What the fuck is this shit?! I scroll down because I don’t understand what it is that I am reading.

Azia: Hey my favorite Professor (smiley face with the hearts for eyes)

Jakari: What’s up?

Azia: I can’t stop thinking about that boa constrictor between your legs!

Jakari: So you miss him, huh?

                  
I swallow hard as I try to process what the fuck I am reading. I asked this MF if he knew Azia, and he sat right in my got damn face and lied! He seems to know her really well, according to these texts. I knew I couldn’t stand his ass for some reason! Cheating snake! Way…ment!! Was these niggas sharing this trick?! How she Chan’s girl but you sliding up in her?!! Just plain fucking nasty! No wonder it didn’t work out between her and Chandler!

                   I scroll up to the top of this conversation to see when it took place. November 26
th
! We were already fucking married by then! As a matter of motherfucking fact, we were on our honeymoon! I exit out of this text and decide to see what other surprises are now on my phone. I still don’t understand why I would have Jakari’s text messages. I notice a thread from some chick named Kelly. I don’t know a fucking Kelly! Is this another one of Jakari’s text? I tap the thread. This one is also from November 26
th
.

Kelly: Jakari I will be landing shortly.

                  
This nigga got it going on so much he importing bitches?! I shake my head and scroll down. Hold up, landing the hell where?!

Jakari: Just check in to your room.

Kelly: When will you come over?

                   Jakari: Chill. I have to see Qia off on her shopping trip. Be there after that.

                  
I sit on my desk staring at my phone because I know this can’t mean what I think it means. Planes, hotel rooms, and my shopping trip. My brand new husband brought a side bitch to Jamaica with us?! So, this man sent me on a shopping trip, saying he was going to host an online tutoring session, when he was really in another bitch’s room screwing her?! I can’t! Lord, I just can’t! It doesn’t get no lower than that. I exit out of their thread, my head hurting.

                   I see Chan’s name so I click on that thread. I want to see if this is a text between Chan and me, or if this is Jakari’s as well. I click on the thread. It opens up to a text from December 7
th
.

Chan: Why is Q asking about Anjela?

Jakari: What did you say?

Chan: Yo, I said I didn’t know her. I didn’t know what else to say.

Jakari: Damn Chan, why couldn’t you just say she was an ex?!

Chan: Bro, I’m tired of covering for you & lying to my best friend! Get ya shit together!

                  
Alright, so both of these niggas need to be slapped. Jakari for being a cheating ass bitch and Chandler for being a lying ass, covering up ass bitch! From what I am piecing together here, he has covered for the low life in the past. So, was Azia really Chandler’s girlfriend or did he just tell me that, covering for his brother? I scroll down until I find another interesting text between the two of them, so I pause to read a thread from January 10
th
.

Jakari: How are you?

Chan: I’m good. You?

Jakari: Going through hell over here.

                  
Oh trust me, you haven’t seen Hell yet, you dirty dick nigga!

Chan: What’s up?

Jakari: Azia and this other chick, Kelly, filed complaints on me at RU.

Chan: For real?!

Jakari: Yup!

Chan: Who is Kelly?

                  
What Chan? You don’t know? Can’t keep up? Kelly is the fucking slut he brought on our fucking HONEYMOON!!
I think to myself as I continue to read.

                   Jakari: You don’t even want to know.

                   Chan: You’re right I don’t. What is Azia’s complaint?

                   Jakari: Straight bullshit… I was requiring sex for better grades.

                   Chan: Wow! What did Lance say?

                   Jakari: I’m suspended until further notice.

                  
Ha! Ha! Ha! I laugh out loud. So, this Negro had me thinking that he was out of work because of my accident when he was really suspended for giving Azia and apparently, Kelly, the dick!

                  
Chan: Damn.

                   Jakari: Have you talked to Qia?

                   Chan: Yes. Have you told her about the suspension?

                  
Nope. Bitch didn’t say a word,
I think to myself as I continue reading.

                  
Jakari: No, she told me she doesn’t want to talk to me until Sunday when she lets me know if she is divorcing me or not.

                   Oh shit! I was contemplating divorce. I knew I was pissed about something! He thinks my memory loss saved his ass! I don’t want to read anymore texts because at this point, I am ready to shoot this fool. My head is banging, my thoughts are everywhere, and my hands are shaking. I don’t understand what is going on with my phone. Let me check these damn pictures, real quick.

                   I open the gallery and I slowly scroll through the pics and see a lot of photos of me that someone else must have taken. I continue to scroll when I begin to see a lot of selfies that Jakari has taken. He wouldn’t have been taking selfies with my fucking phone. He ain’t that vain. That is when it hits me. I must have chosen the wrong phone to back up from and backed up my phone with his information!

                   I see pictures of us on our honeymoon. I look so happy. I shake my head as I realize what a farce my marriage is. I have given this man the best parts of me and he chose to do me like this. The fact that I was oblivious to it all hurts my soul, but then again, I had no reason to be suspicious. He was always with me, made me feel like a queen, and would… My thoughts trail off as my thumb hovers in midair.  I see Jakari’s hand gripping some bitch’s hair as she sucks his dick. I would know that dick anywhere and the fact that I can see his wedding band only further solidifies that this is him. I can no longer hold back the tears. This is so low and I feel totally disrespected. Through my tears, something catches my attention. I scroll back and take a look at the hotel we were staying at, which is in the background of a lot of our pics that we took on the beach. I see that the balconies from our Jamaica trip look the same as the one he is on, getting his dick sucked. KELLY!!! I scroll back to the picture and stare at this bitch with her lips wrapped around my husband’s dick. “HOODRAT!!!” I scream. So, this is the hussy he flew in?

                   A spot of yellow catches my attention. It is in the background of this disgusting picture. I try to make out what it is but can’t. I zoom in and scream “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” It is me, running by their balcony on the beach with my yellow sneakers on! No wonder he was bout to get served some papers. I can’t stand anymore humiliation, so I close out of the gallery. I’m good. I don’t need or want, to see anymore.

                   I pull a couple of Kleenexes out the box on my desk and begin to wipe my eyes. I pause. “Kelly is the bitch from the mall! I recognized her face because I must have seen this picture before my accident!” I stand there for a minute as the memory comes flooding back of me taking Jakari’s phone on accident and finding this photo when I was at work.

                   I get up from my desk, grab my keys and my purse, and head to the car. Surprisingly, since I realize now that I’ve been mad since I first woke up out of that coma, I am calm as hell. I giggle a little and say to myself, “Probably because I already knew all this shit.”

                  I don’t know where I am going but I continue to drive anyway. Before I know it, I’m at RU. I park the car and jog into the school. I’m thankful that I have on jeans and some Nikes because at this point, I am flying through the halls. This motherfucker been playing me all this time and I am going to let him know his jig is up!

                   I can’t focus on any of the people that I pass. They are all just a blur to me. I hear people calling my name and saying hi, but I couldn’t care less. I am only focused on one thing and that is Jakari Roberson.

                   I see his office door closed up ahead. I race towards the door and don’t bother to knock. I turn the knob and fling the door open. Jakari’s back is facing the door and he is thrusting away. It takes me a second but yes, this dirty bitch is fucking some whore in his office. I can’t see much of the girl other than her cheap patent pleather heels and a leg on each side of him covered in thigh highs. I can hear her moaning and calling out his name like a champ though. I guess these thots know what goes on in this office because they come dressed for business. Before he can even turn around, I walk up behind him and try my damned best to slap fire from the back of this motherfucker’s head.

                   “What the wha…who?!” he says as he jumps and turns to see who just hit him.

                   When this motherfucker looks into my face, it’s like he seen a ghost. “It’s me. Your WIFE!” I scream at him.

                   The bitch he has sprawled out all over the desk turns her head and looks up at me. I look down at her and figure out who she is in less than a New York minute. The whole scene just plays out in my head, like I am watching it on a movie screen. Me looking for him, Chan looking for her, me seeing her riding him, him holding her ass, him pushing her onto the floor, her turning around and seeing me, me throwing the glass vase at him. That is why that shard of glass was on the floor in front of the shower! This is the same bitch from the night of our New Year’s Eve party!  “AZIA,” I say as if it is a cuss word.

                   “Y’all motherfuckers must really love this bent over the desk position, huh? I am going to have to try this myself!” I yell, looking Jakari square in his eyes and meaning every word of it. I move around to the other side of the desk. I grab a hand full of her hair from the front of her head and smash her ugly yellow face into the desk several times. She grabs my hands, trying to stop me, and when that fails, she lifts herself up on her arms so that I can no longer slam her face. It pisses me off so I yank her head up with my left hand and paintbrush her face, slapping her ass back and forth, over and over and over again with my right hand. Her cheeks are candy apple red by the time I take a break from slapping her. She can’t defend herself because I have a hand full of her hair and her body is in front of the desk, and every time she tries to climb up on the desk, I mush her ass in the forehead and push her back.

                   Jakari tries to come over to me, forgetting that his pants are around his ankles and his dick is swinging back and forth like a metronome, and trips. He falls flat on his face and I just bust out laughing. “Oh? Were you coming to help your slut?” I turn back to her and spit right in her stupid face. I look this tramp in her eyes and speak real slow to make sure she understands every single word. “Listen, I am going to let go of your hair now, but I promise you, if you come at me, I will stomp a mud hole in your nasty, disrespectful ass. Do you understand me, cunt?”

                   She nods her head up and down, tears and snot running down her face. I slowly let go of her hair and wait to see if this bitch is feeling froggy enough to leap. Maybe French kissing the desk knocked some sense into her because she just looks down at the floor, and begins to fix her hair by combing through it with her fingers. I turn my attention to Jakari, who has just gotten up off the floor and is pulling his pants up. “I don’t even know where to start with you. You just have to fuck anything with a hole, huh? I am a damn fool for thinking that you changed for me! Lawd, have mercy! You a straight got damn dawg!!! How you fucking your brother’s girl?!”