Tears on My Pillow 2 (5 page)

February 2, 2014

Sunday

Azia

                  
I call Kelly as soon as I leave the Dean’s office on Friday, but I didn’t get her. I leave her a message but I haven’t heard anything from her as of yet. I am getting very impatient because at this point, she is the only thing standing between Jakari and me. If I didn’t hear from her today, then I would definitely pay her a visit tomorrow when she gets to work.

                  I commit to going to the student center as I normally do on Sundays. I step in the door of the student center and rub my hands together trying to warm them up. I look around the room. I don’t see anyone that I know except for thirsty ass Calvin playing pool.  He’s been trying to hit this since we came to RU.

                   I don’t know why I never give Calvin a chance but then again, yes I do. Jakari. Calvin is not butt ugly or anything but he is just very average. He looks about 5 feet 8 inches tall. He is light skinned with bushy caterpillar eyebrows and dark eyes. He does have some juicy lips that are outlined by a thin mustache. Judging by the print in his jeans, it seems like his most redeeming quality might be between his legs.

                   I slip my gloves in the pocket of my coat and hang my coat on the rack next to the entrance. I see that my favorite arcade, Ms. Pacman, is free. I go over and swipe my student card so I can get my play on. I am flying through the levels when I hear my cell ringing. I start not to answer it because there is a banana worth five thousand points bouncing my way, and I am super close to passing my personal high score. I manage to swoop up the banana and dig in my jean pocket at the same time. I am running for my life at the moment because Blinky is on my ass, but I manage to grab my phone out of my pocket with my left hand and dodge Blinky with my right. I glance down at the caller id and see that it is Kelly calling me. I tap the answer key just as Ms. Pacman hits the wall and Blinky takes that moment to kill her ass. “Shit,” I mumble as she melts away.

                   “Azia, this is Kelly. Is this a bad time?”

                   “Oh no. I was just playing Ms. Pacman. That was my last man anyway.” I walk over to the back wall and sit on the arm of the stained sofa.

                   “Oh okay. What’s up? You left a message saying to call you asap.”

                   “Hmmm, I guess my asap and your asap are two totally different things since that was on Friday. Anywhooo, to be blunt, I need you to drop your allegations on Jakari.”

                   “What the fuck? Why would I do that?” she yells into the phone.

                   “Trust me, it would be in your best interest to do so,” I reply sounding cool as a cucumber.

                   “After the way he treated me! I think the fuck not!” She is still screaming into the phone.

                   “Alright well, I tried to help ya ol stupid ass. I have already recanted my statement and since we both know you are lying; I have no choice but to let the Dean know. You may as well come to work in jeans tomorrow so you can pack up your shit because once I tell him how you came to me with this plan as a means of getting back at Jakari for breaking it off with you, so that he could be faithful to his wife, you’re as good as gone.”

                   “Why did you change your mind? You said he hurt you too!”

                   I almost feel bad for her as I hear defeat take over her tone. “I have a better offer.”

                   “Are you fucking him again?”

                   I choose to leave her hanging on that one. I guess the silence coming from my end spoke louder than any words could have.

                   “Fuck you Azia! You are a BITCH!” She places a lot of emphasis on the last word, as if trying to stab me with it.

                   I laugh. “From a young bitch to an old bitch, you have until noon tomorrow to recant if you still want your job.” I end the call with a smile. I can feel Jakari stroking my walls already.

                   “What up Azia?” Calvin says, stealing me away from my thoughts.

                   I slowly roll my eyes and respond, “Hey.”

                   “Da…yum! Your titties is looking good as hell all pressed together in that tight ass shirt.”

                   I stand up and say, “I was just leaving. Have a great day.”

                   “That seems to be the case every time I come around. I hate to see you go but I’mma love watching you leave.”

                   “Yeah well.”

                  “That’s cool, though. It’s always the one that you over look,” he says as he looks me up and down when I walk by. 

February 3, 2014

Monday

Qia

                   Jakari left this morning because he had to go over to the University. I am hoping he is going to go back to work soon. Since I came home, he has been smothering me. I told him that I would be fine here by myself. I am not sure if this is how we were before my accident but at this point, it is not something I want to continue.

                   I haven’t really been doing too much of anything since I have been home because my stomach has truly been a force to be reckoned with, but once I am feeling better, I will be out exploring. I haven’t really figured out what the issue with my stomach is but I have an appointment coming up, so I will talk to the doctor about it then.

                   As soon as I sit up in the bed, I feel my stomach contracting. I jump up and run to the bathroom. I reach the toilet bowl just as I start heaving. I remain over the toilet until my dry heaves pass.

                   Now that I am up, I may as well take a shower. I turn on the shower water. I strip out of my night clothes and drop them in the hamper next to the shower as the glass on the shower begins to steam up. I pull my washcloth off the rack and open the shower door. I step inside and pick up a bar of soap which smells like chocolate covered strawberries.
Um this smells so good,
I think to myself as I inhale the sweet scent. I am getting my washcloth nice and soapy when my mind starts to wander back to the night I told Jakari that I remembered having a gold phone. He looked so scared and I wonder why. I am also suspicious as to why he hadn’t given me my phone back voluntarily and prior to me bringing it up.

                   I rinse off and open the door so that I can step out of the shower. I place my right foot on the fuzzy bathmat and immediately feel an excruciating pain in my foot. “Damn!” I yell out as I step onto the cream floor, and realize that my foot is bleeding and something jabs deeper into my foot. I hobble the rest of the way over to the toilet, making sure not to put any pressure on my right foot.

                   I put the lid down on the toilet and sit on top of it. I lift my foot into my lap and take a look at it. It is bleeding a good bit and there is a shard of glass sticking out of it. “Shit,” I groan as I wince from the pain. I slowly grasp the glass between my thumb and index finger. I close my eyes tight and count to three, “One, two, three.”

                   I yank the glass out of my foot and drop it into the trash can beside the toilet. I pull some toilet tissue off the roll to dab the cut with. Once the bleeding stops, I throw the wad of toilet tissue in the trash as well. I stand up carefully and hobble over to the sink to see if I can find a Band-Aid.  I am mindful not to put any pressure on my foot because I don’t want it to start bleeding again. I finally locate a Band-Aid in one of the drawers. I sit back down on the toilet and cover my cut.

                   I sit for a moment and wonder why seeing my phone shatter against the bedroom wall caused me to feel like I had seen that happen before. Did that feeling have anything to do with this piece of glass that just stabbed me in my foot? I couldn’t have imagined what I would have thrown in here and certainly not why I would have done so in the bathroom. I seem to come up with more and more questions with each passing day.

                   My thoughts vanish when I hear the doorbell ring. I grab my white terry cloth robe off the hook on the back of the bathroom door. I quickly put it on and tie the belt around my waist. I hastily make my way up the hall and to the front door. I open the door and it is Qimora.

                   “Hi chica!” she says smiling with open arms.

                   “Hey,” I say, leaning towards her for a hug. I cut the hug short because that cold winter breeze is too much for me. “Girl, get in here. I just got out the shower and that wind is cutting straight through this robe!” I move back so that she can step in the house and I can quickly close the door.

                   “Who you tellin!” she says as she begins to unzip her coat.

                   “So, what brings you over?” I ask as we walk down the hall towards the kitchen.

                   “I just want to hang out with my favorite sister.”

                   I smile, realizing that she and I must be the closest out of all the sisters. “Have a seat,” I say, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table for her to sit in. She sits down and I sit in the chair directly across from her. “Can you answer a question for me?”

                   “Sure, anything sis.” I see the concern all over her face.

                   “How was Jakari and my relationship before my car accident?”

                   She sits silently for a couple of seconds while she contemplates her answer. “Oh, my goodness,” she finally says with a smile spreading across her face. “You two are the cutest couple I have ever seen. You guys are so in love and can’t keep your hands off of one another. It is sickening actually.” She laughs and then pretends to throw up.

                   I giggle, feeling good about what she said. “Did you ever see us argue?”

                   “Girl no,” she says and then purses her lips. “He worships the ground you walk on.”

                   “I guess I am just trying to put my life back together, so I am suspicious about everything. So no matter what he does or doesn’t do, I put it under a microscope and pick it apart.”

                   “Qia, Jakari loves you but I guess your reaction is only natural, considering what you have been through! Girl, granted he was a mess in high school, but he has accomplished something I thought no man could ever do.”

                   “What’s that?” I ask leaning forward towards her, curious as hell at this point.

                   “He did a total 180 for you. He was the school player. Girls lined up wall to wall for a chance at getting some of his time and attention, but then when you agreed to start dating him, he stopped all his bull!”

                   “Wow. Really?” I say, twirling the ends of my hair around my finger. “I guess I am just upset about what he did the other day.”

                   “What did he do?” Qimora asks.

                   “Sis, he hid my cell and didn’t return it to me until I brought it up. The kicker is he erased everything off my phone. There were no pics or texts or anything. That seems strange to me. Why would he do that?” I study my sister’s face while I wait for her answer.

                   “Did you ask him why?”

                   “He claims because I have amnesia and he didn’t want me to get frustrated trying to remember the code.” I give her the side eye, letting her know that I didn’t open my mouth for the bullshit he was trying to feed me.

                   Qimora laughs and says, “Girl, why you looking like that? That sounds plausible to me. You are just paranoid because there is so much that is missing for you, but I think that you need to relax and trust your husband. He’s a great guy.”

                   “You’re probably right,” I say out loud, while thinking to myself I must be overreacting. I start to feel a whole lot better about my marriage. I feel like a large weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. “Lady, I need to get out for a minute and I need to get another cellphone. Would you mind bringing me, over to T-Mobile, to get it?”

                   “Not at all. Thank the Lort! Hallelu! Hallelu! I feel like doing a praise dance because I was worried that this amnesia had erased your technology bone as well!”

                   We laugh as I rise up from the table. “I’m going to get dressed. I’ll be right back.”

February 3, 2014

Monday

Jakari

                   I am so relieved. I am finally getting my life back. I am just leaving RU. The meeting with Lance went great. I damn near jumped out my seat when he let me know that the allegations have been dropped and that I need to be back in class effective tomorrow. I don’t know how Azia did it but honestly, I don’t give a fuck. I guess I will show her some thanks tomorrow in my office.

                   Qia has only been home for a few days but besides the oral sex we had a couple of days ago, that has been it for the intimacy part of our relationship. Trust me, I have tried but she wasn’t feeling good, so I let it ride. I will be glad when she fully recovers so that we can get our sex life back. I haven’t resorted to my normal tactics of just taking it because I don’t want to traumatize her any further and possibly make matters worse. However, once I know she is good, I am going to commence to tearing that ass up. We have always gone at it like rabbits so this drought is killing me. Plus, my dick misses her.

                   Another thing that scares me is how different Qia seems now. She evaluates and scrutinizes every little thing I do and say now. I am just hoping in the next week or so, this stage will be over.

                   I pull into my driveway and shut off the engine. I reach over and pick up the forms Lance gave me for Qia off the passenger seat. These FMLA forms will allow her to get paid while she is out and have a doctor verify when she will be returning to work.

                   I open the front door and walk in my house. I feel so fortunate to be coming home to my wife. For a few weeks, I didn’t know if I would ever get to come home to her again. I smile with anticipation. “Qia, I’m back.”

                   When I call out I get no response, so I go in our room, figuring she may be in the bathroom or still laying down. The bed is made up so I step in the bathroom. “Qia.”

                   She’s not in here either. What the fuck? I begin to feel a little panicked. If she isn’t here, then I have no idea where she could be. I quickly turn around and head towards the kitchen and living room. I check both rooms. The kitchen first and then the living room, but of course, she isn’t in either of them. “Damn.” My level of panic rises and I begin to feel like I did on New Year’s Day, when I had no clue where she was or any way of contacting her. I drop the papers on the coffee table and take a seat on the sofa. I do the only thing I can think to do. I call Chandler.

                   It seems like an eternity passes before he picks up the phone. “Yo, where’s Qia?” I bark into the phone, not waiting for a greeting.

                   “I don’t know but what I do know is you need to quit yelling dude.”

                   “Chandler, don’t play,” I say, trying to control my emotions.

                   “Jakari, get a grip. She’s YOUR wife, remember. I would think you would be the one to know where she is.”

                   “Fuck you Chandler! You always got to be a sarcastic smart ass! I know you’re enjoying this shit.”

                   “J, I don’t know what the hell is going on, so that makes it real difficult for me to enjoy it. Qia’s not home?”

                   “No Sherlock. That is why I am calling you. I just got home and discovered that she is gone.”

                   “Call her phone dummy,” Chandler says and laughs.

                   “She broke her phone so she doesn’t have one right now,” I inform him.

                   “Oh, so that is why she hasn’t answered my calls,” Chandler says out loud, sounding like he is relieved to find out why she hasn’t been answering his calls.

                   “Oh, so you been trying to reach her?”

                   “Of course,” he replies like I am the biggest idiot in the world for asking that question.

                   “I asked you before to give us our space. Leave Qia alone. Do you hear me, Chan?” I yell into the phone. I pause for a moment waiting for him to respond, but it is dead silent on the other end.

                    “Chandler?” I repeat into the phone. I look at my phone and that is when I see he is no longer on the line. I sneer at the phone as if Chandler can see me. He is really pissing me off. All I am asking him to do is respect our marriage and give Qia time to get her bearings. Chandler is the main reason why even after wiping all the damning information off of her phone, I didn’t give it to her when she came home. I really want to keep her away from him. I am still very uneasy about how she seemed to connect with him at the hospital. He loved that shit too. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands as I think back to how hard he was smiling at my wife.

                   Qia put a monkey wrench in my plans of keeping her all to myself when she remembered her phone though. So when she broke it, I couldn’t have been happier. I need to keep her close to me so that I can try to make sure she doesn’t come across anything that may trigger the wrong memories. I also need to make sure that she realizes who she belongs to and how strong our marriage is. Right now, I get the sense that Qia doesn’t have much faith or belief in our marriage, and that really bothers me.

                   I punch in the first four numbers to Qimora’s cell number when I hear the front door open. “Jakari baby.” I hear my queen say. Wow, she hasn’t used any terms of endearment with me since she woke up!

                   “Hey baby!” I call excitedly. I spring up off the sofa and walk up the hallway towards the front door. She is smiling and seems to be in the best mood to date. The sparkle in her eyes lets me know that my baby is almost fully recovered.

                   “Where were you? I was trippin!” I damn near faint when she starts waving her new phone in my face.

                   “I was hanging out with Qimora and I went to get my phone replaced.”

                   “You got a new phone without me?”

                   “Jakari, it’s not a major purchase. I don’t need you to hold my hand for a cellphone purchase.”

                   “I know but-” She cuts me off before I can complete my sentence.

                   “But nothing. Stop pouting. I feel so good, getting out with my sister is just what the doctor ordered.”

                   “You don’t think you should have let me know that you were going out?”

                   The smile on her face fades away instantly. I immediately begin to rethink that last sentence. “I’m not a kid. I don’t need to confer with you about going out or buying a phone. I’m not sure if you smothered me like this before my accident, but it isn’t going to work for me now.”

                   I didn’t want to totally ruin the good mood she seems to be in when she came in, so I try to smooth things over. “I’m just not use to not knowing where you are. It’s not about smothering you baby.”

                   “Well, you should be happy I have a phone, so now you can call me.” She steps to the side and walks by me going towards the kitchen. “Oh yeah and get used to not knowing my every move,” she calls back over her shoulder.

                  
Did she really just fucking say ‘get used to it’
? I follow her into the kitchen, trying to process how my wife is acting. I step into the kitchen and she looks up at me and says, “Wipe that confused look off your face. My accident showed me that tomorrow is not promised, so I am going to start making the most out of every day and that may not include being stuck up under you all the time. That doesn’t mean I love you any less, so relax.”

                   My wife is trippin. I don’t know what is going on in her head but she got me fucked up if she thinks she gonna be out running the streets. While I am deep in thought, Qia comes up to me and raises up on her tip toes and kisses me. The feel and taste of her lips is so amazing, it causes my thoughts to evaporate. She begins to nibble on my bottom lip and I feel my dick getting firm. I decide to let her think whatever she wants for now because I need this.

                   I lift her up in my arms as our tongues become intertwined. I walk back to our bedroom and lay her down on the bed. I strip out of my clothes faster than Flash could run a circle around me. I help her remove her pants and drop them on the floor at my feet. She scoots to the edge of the bed and begins teasing my dick with her tongue. I really want to stand here and allow her to suck me off, but I need to be inside of her. I step back from the bed a little. I bend down and kneel on the floor in between her legs. I softly plant kisses on her inner thighs. I nibble at her center through her purple silk panties. “Ummm, Jakari, don’t tease me,” Qia says.

                   I pull her panties to the side and lick her slit from top to bottom. “Damn Qia, you are so fucking wet.” I use the tip of my tongue to caress her clit and Qia responds by taking her hand and pushing my face into her pussy. She leans back on the bed moaning.

“O…ummmm…yeah…just like that.”

                   I fuck her honey pot with my tongue until I feel my dick pressing up against the side of the bed. I pull her panties down while continuing to lick and suck on her honey pot. When I finally get them off, I stand up and crawl over top of her. She slides back on the bed and opens her legs wide for me. I slide inside of her and bite my bottom lip as I feel her tight walls engulfing me. I begin to slide in and out of Qia at a slow and steady pace.

                   She opens her slanted eyes and stares into mine. “Fuck me, my king.”

                  In that moment, I feel like I am on top of the world. She hasn’t called me that in a long time. I increase my speed and my beautiful sexy wife begins to fuck me back. I watch my dick slide in and out of Qia’s wet center. “Yes baby. Yes, J!” she moans loudly.

                   The more she moans, the wetter she becomes. I continue to thrust in and out of her and watch as her honey thickly coats my dick. “Damn Qia, you feel so fucking good! I’m about to cum! Aaargh…” I feel my body tense up as I continue to plow into her.

                   “Ummmm…yes,” she says as she begins to massage her breasts. The sight of her hands squeezing her breasts and the sight of her rolling her nipples between her fingers causes my hot lava to explode deep inside of her volcano. I continue to pound into her and enjoy my explosion to the max. I watch Qia as her pelvis begins to shake uncontrollably. She squeezes her breasts and throws her head back.

                   “Oooooo J, I’m cumming baby. Ahhh yes! Deeper, baby, deeper.” I lean forward and kiss my wife as her orgasm comes to an end.

                   “Let’s take a quick shower and then spend the rest of the afternoon watching movies.”

                   “Cool,” I say helping her up off the bed. We take a quick shower and take turns washing each other. We haven’t had a day like this in a long damn time and I am certainly enjoying it.

                   We step out the shower and dry off. I wrap a towel around my waist before turning to Qia. “I’m going to get a drink. Do you want something?”

                   “No. I just had what I wanted.” She smiles coyly and walks by me to go into the bedroom. I playfully slap her on her behind and follow her out of the bathroom. On my way to the kitchen, I remember that I have those FMLA papers for Qia. I get my Johnnie Walker Blue off the counter and pour some in a glass before I leave the kitchen. I swing by the living room to grab the papers.

                   I return to the bedroom where Qia is already reclined on the bed wearing a RU t shirt and some black panties. She is looking so inviting. I could really go for round two but I decide to watch movies, like she suggested. I just want to keep her happy and with me. I hand her the papers. She quickly glances at them and then lays them on her nightstand.

                   I sit my glass on top of the coaster on my nightstand and snatch my towel off. I throw it in a chair in the corner of the room. I put on a pair of gray boxers before plopping down on the bed. I pick up the remote off the bed and begin channel surfing. “I’m going back to work tomorrow.”

                   “Oh! Well, that’s good! I hate that you had to miss all this time because of me.”

                   “No worries. This is what I’m supposed to do.” I look over at her and smile, as I reach over and brush some hair back away from her eye. I settle on Sherlock Holmes, so I lay the remote back on the bed. Qia moves over close to me and lays her head in my lap.

                   We are watching the movie in silence. I am caressing Qia’s hair and enjoying the moment. I reach over and pick up my drink and take a sip of it when Qia blurts out, “Who is Azia?”

                   A lump forms in my throat that is so large, when I try to swallow the liquor, I begin to choke. I cough uncontrollably for over a minute. Qia sits up and begins patting me on my back. Why is she asking about her? Does she remember that she caught us having sex in the bathroom? Did Azia contact her somehow? I have all these crazy thoughts running loudly through my mind so I barely hear Qia when she says, “You okay?”

                   What the fuck?! Here I am thinking things are on the right track, only to be blindsided with this bullshit. “Sorry. I’m good. I just swallowed wrong.”

                   “So, who is she?”