Tears on My Pillow 2 (2 page)

January 24, 2014

Friday

Qia

                It feels so weird to not remember anything. I look around at this room full of people and I wonder what our relationships were like before the accident. I don’t have the slightest clue but I know they do. I wonder if they will be honest with me, while trying to help me remember, or will they make up what they want me to know?

                 The only people, for some reason, that I feel a strong connection to is the lady that says she is my mother, my dad, and Chandler. Jakari, the man that is supposed to be my husband, just makes me feel pissed off, for some reason. My sisters, I don’t feel any way towards them at all. I do, however, feel bad for Qisha. I wonder if she and I were really close before this happened because she seems to be taking it really hard.

                 The room is really quiet and everyone seems like they are in their own world, so I decide to break the silence. “So, are you two married?” I ask, looking back and forth between my parents.

My mother looks at my father and he shakes his head no. “We were never married, baby girl.”

                Right when my dad finishes that sentence, the doctor walks in followed by Qisha and Jakari. “Oh Qia, I see you have a full house! I just want to step in and let you know that we are still assessing the data we have collected. I am not sure when you will be able to go home, but I would plan to be here for a few more days, while we determine what type of amnesia you are suffering from.”

                My mother asks, “Do you think that she will regain her memories, doctor?”

                “I don’t like to speculate before I have all the necessary information, so I will have to place that response on hold for a couple of days. However, I would like to suggest that everyone take it easy and let us do our jobs.”

                 “Okay, Doctor. We will do just that,” my father says.

              “You folks have a good night and Qia, I will see you tomorrow,” the doctor says as he exits the room.

                 “Qisha, are you okay boo?” I ask my sister.

                “I’m…I’m okay. Just got a lot going on. Sorry for the outburst,” she replies while fixing her hair and dabbing her eyes with a piece of tissue.

                 One of my other sister’s, I think she said her name is Qiana, mumbles something under her breath about a Darrin. “Who is Darrin?” I ask.

                Qiana looks surprised that I heard her but she answers me anyway. “He is Qisha’s no good boyfriend.”

                 Qisha snaps her head in Qiana’s direction. “Girl, this is not the freakin time to be ragging on Darrin! Mind your fuckin business please.” The rolling motion of her neck lets me know that tensions are flaring.

                “Qiana and Qisha! I swear, y’all are pissing me off! Your sister just came out of a two-week coma and you two want to argue over Darrin. Stop!” Monique yells, pointing her finger at each of the girls. “Have you guys not learned anything from Qia’s accident? Life is too short girls! Too damn short to be arguing with each other like that all the time.”

                 I jump in because I really didn’t mean to start an argument. I am just trying to get to know everyone again and fishing for information, hoping that it will lead me back to my memories. “I didn’t mean to get everyone upset. I’m sorry, please forget I asked that.” 

                “It’s not your fault, Qia. Those two are always at each other’s throats,” Qimora says, giving me a reassuring smile.

                I smile back at her and admire her ebony colored skin. “I love your hair! It looks really pretty on you. What is the name of that style?”

                 She says, “Thank you, these are referred to as Bantu Knots. You were the one who said they would look good on me!” and moves towards me with her arms outstretched. We hug, and she kisses me on the forehead before stepping back from the bed a little. I could really feel the love radiating from her as we embraced and it makes me feel good, like I am surrounded by people who love me and would never hurt me.

                “I know I was in a car accident but does anyone know the details? Where was I going or coming from?” I ask and scan the room. The room falls silent as everyone turns to look at Jakari.

                Jakari looks up and his eyes dart all around the room before landing on me. “You were on your way home from work. It was snowing pretty bad so it is understandable that you lost control of the vehicle on those slippery roads.”

                 “So, there wasn’t anyone else involved? No one was killed or hurt because of me?” I ask with tears welling up in my eyes.

                 “No baby. You were in a single car accident. No one else was involved,” Jakari says, walking up to the bed and putting his hand on my leg.

                 “Qia, baby, I have to get down to the church. I am hosting a bible study this evening. I want to say a prayer before I go though. I am so thankful that you are okay,” my dad says as he grabs my hand. “Come on everyone. Gather around and hold hands. Bow your heads, please, for a moment of thanks.”

                My dad finishes with the prayer and everyone decides they are going to leave and let me rest up with the promise of coming back tomorrow. Once the room clears out, Jakari sits on the side of the bed and says, “I am so glad to have you back, baby.”

                “Jakari, I am really tired and I just want to get some rest, so you can go now,” I say, and wait for him to get up and leave.

                “Qia, honey, I wouldn’t leave you here alone. I am going to stay here with you until they release you,” he says looking lost.

              “I guess I wasn’t clear enough. I don’t want you to stay here with me. I want this time alone,” I say as I readjust myself in the bed. I realize at that moment how sore my legs feel. I assume because I hadn’t really been using them for two weeks. I wince a little from the pain and Jakari jumps up.

                “Baby, you okay? What’s wrong? You need something?”

                 “I am fine. My legs are just stiff. The only thing I need is for you to go home and get some rest.”

                He looks really puzzled but decides to obey my wish. I allow him to kiss me on my forehead and realize that the only thing I feel towards him is a strong sexual connection. In the back of my mind though, I feel like I am mad at him or upset with him about something but honestly, I have no idea what that could be. It is like the anger is blocking the love I have for him. I watch him put on his coat and walk out the door before I lean back into the pillows and try to wrap my mind around not being able to recall anything about my life.

January 29, 2014

Wednesday

Jakari

                 It has been five days since Qia woke up out of her coma and to say the least, it has been a draining experience.  I felt we were making progress two days ago when Qia began remembering who everyone was. She still doesn’t remember events, which I thank God for, but she does remember people now. The doctor said she has what is known as retrograde amnesia. He said that she can remember people and other facts but does not remember events that may have happened close to or prior to the time of the accident.

                 I am so happy that she remembers who I am. It makes me feel like our relationship will be back to normal in no time. However, when I talked to her yesterday, it didn’t seem like her remembering who I am did me any good. She really seems like she doesn’t love me the way she did before the accident. It’s like she is trying to keep me at a distance, but I don’t understand why.

                 I mean seriously, if she remembered what had occurred between Qisha and me, then I know she would have mentioned it, so I know she isn’t mad about that. I don’t know what the wall is between us at this point, but I am going to do everything I can to tear it down. The doctor said he doesn’t know if or when her memories will come back and honestly, I hope for my sake, they don’t. We can build new ones as far as I am concerned. I can’t lose my wife and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that I keep her.

                  Qia is scheduled to be released from the hospital in the next couple of days. I have been running around trying to make sure everything is perfect for when she comes home. I had to have the carpet cleaned several times because Qisha had gotten blood all over it trailing from the living room and down both hallways leading up to the main bathroom.

                 My cousin, Jamaal, came by and fixed the dent in the wall that occurred when Qia threw the vase. He did an excellent job, I might add, but got on my nerves with all his nosey ass questions. Eventually, I just told him that Qia and I had a disagreement and I threw something at the wall in frustration. I inspect the wall and even though I knew there was a dent there, I couldn’t see a trace of it at this point, so I am confident Qia won’t detect anything either.

                 I also move all of Qia’s things back into the master bedroom. I mean, for one, I never wanted her to move out of our bedroom and two, how the hell would I explain to her why we were sleeping in separate bedrooms? That would be sure to throw up some immediate red flags.

                 For the past few days since Qia has been awake, I have been trying to replace the coffee table that was shattered during her fight with Qisha. It took some searching but I am able to find another one. I had to pay extra to have the shipping expedited from another location but it is all worth it, as long as Qia doesn’t remember the incident between Qisha and me.

                 The last thing I did is wipe her phone clean. The hospital had given me her phone and other personal belongings the day of the accident but of course, with her being in a coma, I was not worried about her phone. Plus, who knew that when she woke up, God would be giving me another chance because she has amnesia. So, once I discover what a grand opportunity I have been given, I decide wiping her phone is the best option. I didn’t know her password, so I couldn’t snoop and see what was actually on her phone, but I knew of at least one thing I didn’t want her to remember. The picture of Kelly sucking my dick on our honeymoon.

                  It is almost time for my meeting with Azia so I get up off the couch and head to my bedroom to get dressed. Azia called me just like I knew she would. She was crying and begging me to meet with her. I figure this is my opportunity to get her to drop the BS she has going on at the school. I need that part of my nightmare to be over, so that I can concentrate fully on Qia.

                 I shower and put on some blue jeans with my white and navy blue Rosemond University hoodie. I fish my navy blue leather Timberlands out the closet and step into them. I slide my phone into my front pocket and my wallet into one of the back pockets. I grab my keys off the dresser and then walk out the front door.

                 I pull into the parking lot of Frankie and Johnnie’s Pizza on Island Pond Road and survey the area. I spot Azia sitting in her white Nissan Sentra. When she sees me, she gets out of her car and begins to walk towards mine. I take in her round breasts as they pop out of the top of her tight, v cut navy blue shirt and how her pants show the complete outline of her fat pussy. I lick my lips and remember why I am here.

                 I unlock my doors so she can get in. She sits down in the passenger seat and I cut my eyes at her. “Jakari, I know you’re pissed. You have every right to be but I want to start by thanking you for meeting with me.”

                 “Whatever,” I say, still grilling her with my green eyes. “What the fuck do you want? Right now, it seems like you’re wasting my time.”

                  “We need to talk,” she says, looking at me pleading with her eyes.

                “No, not fucking really. I have absolutely nothing to say to you.”

                  “I’m sorry, J.”

                 “Azia, fuck you and your sorry ass apology. You messed with my lively hood and you did a great deal of damage on my marriage as well. Not to mention, the impact that it had on my relationship with my brother! What is it you need to say because I am good?”

                 “I want you back.”

                 “Bitch, you can’t be serious?!” I shake my head loving every minute of her wallowing.

                 “Jakari, please, just listen. I was desperate. I didn’t know what else to do. After you kicked me out of your house on New Year’s Eve, you totally cut me off and I can’t take it. I will do anything if you will start seeing me again. Please baby. I miss you.” If there was room enough in my car, this bitch would be on her knees, damn near praying to me to take her back. I want to laugh so bad but I need her to tell me that she is going to get the allegations dropped.

                  “So, I’m betting Chandler got this same little speech. Azia, just get out my car. I have things to do.”

                She grabs my arm and I snatch it away. “Jakari, I haven’t spoken to Chandler since the party. I swear. I only messed with him trying to make you choose me over Qia.”

                 “Right. Look, I have to go,” I snap, keeping my eyes straight ahead.

                 “Please, look at me. I know what I did was wrong. Trust me. I have learned my lesson and I know my place. I won’t do anything like that again. I mean hell, I will retract my allegations if you will come back to me!” she suggests, sounding desperate as hell.

                 
Bingo,
I think to myself before turning to look at Azia. I reach over and run my finger down her nose, over her pouty lips, and straight down into her bosom. She closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip. “Oh really? Well, that might just work,” I say and lean over towards her. I place a soft sensual kiss on her lips and nibble on her bottom lip before I lower my mouth to her bosom. I suck on the top of her breasts and then put my tongue between her titties, and slowly glide my tongue up and down her cleavage. Her hands grab the back of my head and I hear her let out a soft moan as her breathing quickens. I lean back into my chair and watch her perky breasts rise and fall. I can see the lust in her eyes and judging by the way she is rubbing her pussy through her pants, it’s a clear sign she is serious and will do whatever to get me back in her bed. “Damn, yo ass want it bad, huh?”

                  She giggles a little before saying, “I not only want it. I crave it.”

                  “Cool, contact me when it is done. Bye.”

                 She sits for a moment as if she is contemplating her next move. “Fuck you soon, Jakari,” she says before opening the door and getting out of my car.

                  I wait for her to pull out of the parking lot before I laugh loudly and drum my fingers on the steering wheel.
Bitches always doing some dumb rash ass shit and then come groveling back trying to fix it.
I knew she would do whatever she had to get the case closed, so now, I just have to wait for Lance to clear me to come back to work. This couldn’t have happened at a better time. I wasn’t going to be able to cover being out of work too much longer since Qia would be home tomorrow. It should be smooth sailing from here on out because I got Azia right where I need her to be.