The Dirty Divorce (3 page)

“Wake the fuck up!” one of the goons yelled as he shook his little, shriveled up dick.

“Yeah, wake up Richie,” the voice from behind the door said. “Since you decided to fuck my girl, now, it’s time for me to fuck yours again.” At that moment, I realized that this just wasn’t about kidnappin’ Lisa or the money; it was much deeper.

“Are you serious? All this over some bitch!” I belted. The crazy thing was, I’d fucked wit’ so many women over the years, hell over the past few months, I had no idea who he was talkin’ about.

“No, don’t get it twisted. The money was first priority, but the fact that you been fucking my girl, just makes the shit worse,” the voice replied.

“Rich…help me…please!” I finally heard Lisa cry out.

“Shut the fuck up!” the voice demanded. A few minutes later, I could hear the nigga gruntin’ in the background.

I shouted to the top of my lungs. “Why…why my wife? I’m gonna kill you muthafucka!”

“You sending death threats while my man fucking yo’ wife?” one of the goons asked.

“Awww shit I’m bout to bust…fuck,” the voice behind the door moaned.

All I could hear was Lisa screamin’ as the rest of his goons laughed.

“You’re going to die!” I prayed I could make good on my threat. “Show your face, you punk-ass nigga!”

“Is that how you treat the man who just banged yo’ wife? See, that’s why I won’t reveal to you who my girl is. You just think about all the bitches you fucked and wonder who I’m talking about,” the voice replied.

The other guys laughed as I squirmed. I think this was the day my manhood was stripped. I felt worthless, especially when I heard Lisa’s voice again.

“No…please...wait. What are you doing?” she asked.

I thought I was about to hear the nigga moanin’ again, when suddenly the door opened. Hopin’ I would see his face, I lifted my head as somethin’ was tossed out the door. The more I focused in on the Tiffany diamond barrette, I knew that it was a wad of Lisa’s hair.

“What the fuck? What was the point of that?” When no one answered me, all I could do was just lay there and wonder what else was about to go down. Seconds later, I watched as my wife crawled out of the room lifeless and naked. She was so badly beaten that it hurt me to even look at her.

“Crawl bitch, I love it when you crawl!” the taller goon called out as the other two laughed.

As soon as Lisa was half way across the room, one of the goons grabbed her by the leg and pulled her toward him. “Come here, bitch. Now, I want some of that ass.”

“No…please. Not again,” Lisa wailed as the goon began to slap her ass. I could tell he loved the way it bounced.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of her!” I demanded.

“Man get the duct tape and shut that nigga up,” the taller goon instructed. “He about to make my dick go soft.”

Doin’ as they were told, I squirmed as the goons placed duct tape over my mouth as well as Lisa’s. Seconds later, I watched in complete horror as the tall goon grabbed my wife’s hips, shoved his raw dick into her ass, then began poundin’ at a rapid pace. Watchin’ my wife bein’ sodomized was heart wrenchin’ especially how her eyes cried for my help and knowin’ there was nothin’ I could do.

“Yeah, this shit nice and tight,” the goon said as his dick plunged in and out.

“You muthafucka!” I muffled through the tape, knowin’ he couldn’t hear me.

I could only imagine the pain Lisa was in as tears streamed down her face. The pit of my stomach felt sour. There was nothin’ I could do to save my wife and it hurt. This bitch- ass nigga had stripped me of my manhood and I wanted to kill anything in the room movin’. As the goon finally pulled out moments later, his dick dripped of blood and semen. He even had the nerve to pull on his shit so the remainin’ fluids could fall on Lisa’s back. It was beyond degradin’.

After the bastard zipped his pants back up, he and the other goons went into the room where the nigga was callin’ the shots and closed the door. At that moment, I glanced over at my wife, who was still layin’ in the same spot. She looked helpless. It killed me not bein’ able to run over to her to see if she was okay. Suddenly, I heard a lot of noise before the annoyin’-ass voice called out again.

“Richie, word on the street is you about yo’ business, and I guess they’re right. Since you kept yo’ word and all the money is here, I’ma keep mine, but damn I hate to give yo’ wife’s pussy up.” The more he continued to talk shit, the more it pissed me off, but it was nothin’ I could do. “Come on my niggas we out!” the voice yelled as a small white box was tossed out the door.

After all the goons left, and I could hear tires screechin’ away, Lisa finally turned and looked in my direction. At that moment, I motioned to her wit’ my head to get the box. She continued to lay there for a few seconds before finally crawlin’ to the package. Wit’ barely any energy, she picked it up and opened it. It was the key to the handcuffs and a note. Finally makin’ her way over to me to unlock the cuffs she handed me the note in complete silence, which read, Thanks for the cash in the shed, you shouldn’t have.

Oh, shit! How the fuck did they find that out, I thought. Since they knew where my mother lived, I had to get her and Denie out the house before somethin’ else popped off.

CHAPTER THREE

Lisa

No matter how many baths I took to meditate and clear my mind, I just couldn’t forget the day that changed my life. As I continued to soak and smell the aroma of my vanilla candles, all I could think to myself was, I should’ve left his ass a long time ago. My husband, the man that meant the world to me, had turned my world upside down. Being so loyal, I was always down for Rich, but the riches, cars, big house, and furs weren’t worth it anymore. For years I’d been asking Rich to leave the streets alone. He was so knee deep that he felt it was all he knew. Sometimes I wondered whether he was married to me or the game.

It was so hard for me to deal with being abducted and raped because I couldn’t talk about it to anyone. Since high school, Rich had caused me to alienate my friends and family so I didn’t have anyone outside of him, Carlos’ wife, Marisol and my girl, Trixie. Marisol always came through for me when I needed her. Once Rich and I learned that my attackers had taken the money from the shed, we knew it was no longer safe for Denie to stay at Rich’s mom’s house. Carlos had Marisol fly in from California, so that Denie and his mother could stay with her at their East Coast home in Potomac, Maryland. We knew they would be safer there. Rich didn’t play around when it came to his street business, and he did his best to keep me out of it.

He made it clear to me that it would ruin the children if anyone knew, so I had to stay quiet. Even though Marisol was well aware, I was even prohibited from talking to her about it. Since Trixie was known to run her mouth, she wasn’t even an option. Rich warned me on more than one occasion that he would fuck me up, if I ever said anything to her. Hell, he didn’t even want me talking to Trixie about the weather most of the time. I couldn’t understand how Rich wanted me to stay mute about such a traumatic event; like he wanted me to forget that the shit even happened. Who could erase a pain like that?

Reaching for the prescription bottle of Ambien on the side of the tub, I took a sleeping pill in order to let my problems slip away. Faced with my nightmare, I heard the voice of the bastard who raped me every day; a voice that constantly rang in my ears. Night sweats, startled by loud noises, had me so paranoid. Lately, there was no way possible I could rest peacefully without taking sleeping pills. The pills were my only way to cope. I imagined and stared at the flames of my candles and let my problems just melt away into the wax. Three weeks had passed and I knew it would take time, but it was still hard for me to even enter my bedroom, let alone my bathroom, which used to be my sanctuary.

Meditating on my thoughts, I wondered if I would ever be able to move past this situation. I just couldn’t believe how I nursed Rich back to health after he was shot, but yet I was the one who needed him. I’d been raped and sodomized for hours by my attackers but yet, on wifey duty, I catered to Rich and focused on him. Getting back to himself was his first priority as always. He never once asked me if I was okay. The anger I felt secretly toward him, made me want to leave so bad. Back in the day, he knew how to use the kids to make me stay. Now that the kids were getting older, I really didn’t have a reason to still be with him. Every time I would bring up what my attacker said about Rich fucking his girl, he would say he didn’t want to hear that shit. He would go on to say how I couldn’t believe someone else over my husband. I knew Rich was lying. I just didn’t have any proof. In my mind, Rich just couldn’t face that his infidelity was the reason why our lives would never be the same.

Breaking from my deep thought, I heard Rich enter our bedroom. He’d been in the basement playing pool and meeting with his cousin, Carlos, for hours. When he limped into the bathroom and we made eye contact, I felt the sudden urge to curse his ass out. It didn’t even matter to me that his knee was still messed up. At one time, I used to be afraid to express how I felt to Rich fearing that he would hit me for being disrespectful, but now all that shit had changed. I was numb, and just didn’t care anymore.

“What’s up, babe?” Rich asked as he leaned over and gave me a kiss on my forehead. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

I wondered what he wanted because he hadn’t called me babe in a while. “Are you drunk?”

“I just had a couple of bottles wit’ Los. Why the fuck are you questionin’ me anyway?” he slurred.

“Because we need to talk.”

“Man, here we go. What’s up, Lisa?” He sounded irritated as if he knew what I was going to say. He put his hands in the water trying to rub on my legs.

“Our love has survived many things, but Rich I don’t know about this. I’ve always loved you and forgiven you for your lies and cheating, but this, I just can’t do this anymore.”

“What are you sayin’, Lisa? Are you tryin’ to leave or something? Bitch, you ain’t leavin’ me.”

“Bitch! Who the hell are you calling a bitch? You’re an evil, selfish bastard and I’m tired of your ass!” I quickly stood up, got out of the tub and began to dry off. “Tell me the truth, Rich. You fucked that dude’s girl, didn’t you? You said you were done with all of these whores in the streets and yet you’re still out here sleeping around!”

Rich sighed. “Man, you need to get over that shit. The dude took your pussy, so what, life goes on.” He gently patted his knee. “The doctor talkin’ about I might not walk the same again since I got shot at such a close range. Did you forget about that? I told you I’ma find the niggas who did that to you. Trust me.”

“Well, what about all the shit he was saying about you and his girl? You think I’m just gonna forget about that? You think I’ma keep sweeping shit under the rug?”

“That nigga was lyin’ to you. What the hell Lisa, I’m the one who got shot. Do you hear me complainin’ every five minutes about this shit?” When he reached out and grabbed me in his arms, I wondered if this was a bad idea, but felt a need to express myself. “This is forever. You know I love you. Those other bitches never mattered. Don’t I take care of you and keep you in all the flyest shit? Don’t you hit up the fuckin’ mall at least once a week? I don’t take care of those other bitches. You my number one!”

“Your number one? I should be your only one! I’m your wife and the mother of your children. You should always respect me, but that’s not always the case. These streets have made you a gutter nigga. What would you do if someone disrespected your daughter like this? I’m somebody’s daughter, Rich!” I yelled as I tried to back away from him. As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I instantly missed my father.

“Lisa, keep Denie out of this. This is about you and me.” The look he gave me instantly told me that I’d struck a nerve.

He tried to kiss me as I continued to push him away. I didn’t want him to touch me; after what I’d gone through I didn’t want any man to touch me. Rich didn’t like the way I was rejecting him and started to get rough. At that moment, he grabbed me by my hair and forced me out of the bathroom where we ended up on the bed. Lying on top of me, he kissed me all over my neck. He then started to suck on my breasts, biting each one of my nipples. Immediately, I flashed back to being raped and started screaming.

“Rich stop it! Get off of me!”

“You’re gonna give me some pussy. I need to feel you, Lisa!”

I could feel Rich’s hard dick pressing against my leg. At one point in my life it made me want him, but times were different now. I had no desire to ever let Rich make love to me again. Moments later, Carlos came to my rescue. He’d obviously heard me screaming all the way from the theater room in the basement.

“Rich, what the fuck are you doing man?” Carlos yelled as he pulled Rich off of me.

“My own wife won’t give me any pussy that’s what’s wrong. It’s been three weeks, and she won’t even let me touch her. I can’t even get her to suck my dick.” Rich looked at me. “Now, you wonder why I be fuckin’ them other bitches Lisa, because of shit like this!”

“Rich, I hate you! I can’t believe you were gonna rape me, too!” I cried.

“Come on man, you drunk, Rich. That’s your wife. Let’s go back downstairs,” Carlos intervened.

I was so embarrassed to be completely naked in front of Carlos. I covered myself with my towel and balled up in a fetal position as tears raced down my cheeks.

Rich continued to rant until he finally decided to go back downstairs. “Come on Los. Leave that bitch alone!” he yelled.

“Are you okay?” Carlos asked.

“What do you think, Carlos? You and Rich go out and fuck around on me and Marisol and think the shit is cool. You’re the reason why Rich doesn’t make it home some nights.” I often wondered if Rich had a problem with Carlos using the shit he was supposed to be selling. Over the past two years, Carlos had become a heavy cocaine user, who was high most of the time when he came around. He even had Marisol indulging in it now.