When He Cheatin' and You Still Love Him 2 (9 page)

Brittany

Three weeks later…

Fresh from the shower, I take a seat on the bed and begin to lotion myself up. The chill of the air conditioner gives me goosebumps when it makes contact with the droplets of water that are still on my back, but I don’t mind because I’ve been burning up lately. Somehow I’ve contracted the flu from someone, and for the last few days I’ve been extremely sick. My nose has been running nonstop, I’ve had a fever, and it’s been hell keeping anything down because every time I turn around I’ve been running to the toilet to throw up. It was terrible. Today is actually the first time in about a week that I actually feel somewhat normal.

With the lotion bottle tilted, I pour a nice amount into my hand before slathering it onto my legs. I repeat the action as I move up my body. Once I land on my stomach, I smile. I just turned four months and just thinking about the fact that I have a life growing inside of me makes me happy. I can’t wait to be a mommy. The name itself is such a joy to hear. Soon I’ll have a little boy or girl calling me by that name, and I can’t wait. There aren’t many things to be happy about in the world we live in today, but childbirth is at the top of the list for me. Well, that and getting married to my soul mate. I’m looking forward to that as well. Of course, Terry and I are doing things backwards because you’re supposed to get married before you have children. That’s fine, though, we can be different. People can judge all they want, but my attitude is, it’s better late than never. Their opinions won’t change the love that we have for each other, or the way that we will raise our child together in a loving home.

Speaking of Terry, I haven’t heard from him in weeks. Well, it’s been three to be exact. The last time we spoke he hung up in my face which was rather rude if you ask me. He must be still mad about the fact that I sent his bitch that picture of us lying in the bed. He can be mad all he wants, but it had to be done. That bitch needed to know that I was still in the picture and there was nothing she could do about it. So what if she got mad. Hell, I’m mad too. I’m mad because my man has been ignoring me. Terry will get over it, though, I know he will. When he does, he’ll come crawling back, and guess what? I’ll be right here waiting on him because we have a family to build. I’ll admit that it’s kind of annoying to keep calling only for him to completely ignore me as if I’m nothing. I know better, though, and that’s the reason why I continue to dial his number.

Thinking back, the last time we spoke was also the same day that dumbass Daniel came over to us at the grocery store. I don’t know what the hell was on his mind when he did that. When I first saw him, I played it off like I didn’t. It wasn’t until he started to walk over toward us that I got scared. I remember fear immediately taking over my body because I was afraid of what he would say to Terry. I didn’t need him bringing up old shit, and messing up what I had going on. I was over Daniel. It had taken some time, but he was no longer a part of my world. I had left him to be with whomever he chose, and if he were smart enough he would have left well enough alone. Of course, you already know that he didn’t.

My blood boiled when Daniel spoke to me like we were friends. I wanted so badly to spit in his damn face. He knew what he was doing. He was trying to fuck up what I had going on because he realized that I wasn’t worried about his ass no more. After he walked away, I felt Terry staring a hole in my back. I didn’t know what to say to him, so I ran out of the store. I wasn’t about to stand and face his accusing eye. I’m not sure what he thought, but by the look he gave me, it wasn’t nice.

Later that day after Terry dropped me off, my father came over. He consoled me while I explained the way that Daniel had approached me. He wasn’t as angry as I was because he said that maybe Daniel just wanted to say hello. That was bullshit to me. I’m not as gullible as my father is, and I know that Daniel was just being an asshole. My father knows how I am, and told me to leave well enough alone. I told him I would, but he still made me promise not to do anything to Daniel which I did. I already knew that Daniel would be off limits because he was no longer accessible. You see, although we were no longer a couple, and I had moved on, I was still keeping up with him. Before he slyly mentioned him catching a plane, I already knew that he had moved to Virginia and was expecting his first child with his fiancé. Finding out that part stung a little, but like I said I’ve moved on. Knowing that he had another woman made me really question why he thought it was a good idea to say anything to me.

Once my father left, and I was finally alone with my thoughts, I began to get angrier because I knew that Daniel’s little ‘Hello’ was more than that. He knew that it would upset Terry, and have him questioning our dealings with one another. I’m not showing a whole lot, but my stomach is there. I’m sure he put two and two together and figured out that I was pregnant. Him approaching me while I was with Terry was his way of throwing a monkey wrench into my happily ever after. He wanted Terry to doubt my child. Yeah, that’s what it was. He was mad that I’d finally moved on, and couldn’t deal with it. The funny part is the fact that Daniel actually thought that since he was no longer in my city that I couldn’t or wouldn’t touch him.

Needless to say, he was dead wrong and I was damn sure going to show him that. As I sat in bed, a plan began to formulate in my head. Twenty minutes later I knew what I was going to do.  I would get Daniel back once and for all. He would know not to ever fuck with me ever again. I was going to do it all while keeping my promise to my father. I wouldn’t do anything to Daniel because I had someone else in my line of fire.

I waited until the sun went down to put my plan into motion. After I had put something in my stomach, I got dressed in an old pair of black overalls that I used when I painted my bedroom and covered it with a dark hoodie. Once I was dressed, I slid on my black boots, grabbed my keys and left the house. My first stop was to the gas station, where I filled up the brand new gas can that I’d kept in my trunk just for emergencies. When I had everything I needed, I headed to my final destination. I recall feeling excited about what I was about to do. My heartbeat sped up as I pulled onto the street, and her house came into view. Since I wanted to make sure that there were no witnesses, I circled the block a few times. When I was satisfied that everything was safe, I pulled to a stop on the back street not far from her house.

Carefully I slid a pair of latex gloves on my hands before placing a pair of leather ones on top of them. I sat in my car for a moment as I tried to collect myself. I knew that what I was about to do was not only dangerous, but against the law as well. I couldn’t afford to be caught red handed because I knew that there were only so many things that my father could get me out of, and arson was not one of them. It was a very serious crime that I was about to commit, and even though I knew that my dad would try his best to get me off, I couldn’t take that chance. Because of that, I did everything that I could to cover my tracks. With my hair in a ponytail under a tight-fitting swim cap, I pulled the hoodie over my head and placed a pair of dark sunglasses over my eyes.

I climbed out of my car, reached in and grabbed the gas can from behind the seat and closed the door just enough so that the interior lights would go off. As quickly as I could I raced across the street, looking around for any movement as I made it to her backyard. The patio is where I first started to pour the gas because not only was it closer to me, but I knew that it was also where her bedroom was. As I made my way around the house, I continued to douse the home with the gas, adding a little more to the doors and windows. I wanted to make sure that the bitch couldn’t get out of the house without getting burned the hell up in the process.

When the can was empty, and the house was completely surrounded by gas, I tightened the cap on the can, pulled out the book of matches, and struck one. As I stood there once again in the backyard with the small flame flickering on top of the match, I thought,
Are you really going to do this?
A few seconds had gone by before I answered myself with,
Hell yeah, this is what the bitch and her shit starting ass grandson deserves
before I tossed the match into the patio area. All I heard was a
whoosh
sound, as I watched the flames suddenly come to life. It immediately created a blazing ring around the house. With the gas can gripped in my hand, I hauled ass back to my car as fast as I could. When I got there, I tossed it into the passenger seat and cranked up the engine. As I pulled away slowly, I watched as the house continued to burn with a smile on my face.

When I was a few miles away from my apartment, I pulled to a stop behind a restaurant that was closed for the evening. I hopped out and discarded everything that I had used during the crime before burning the latex gloves. I was pretty sure that Daniel would put two and two together, and I didn’t want the police to find anything that would connect me to the fire. Clad in nothing but a pair of leggings, a t-shirt, and some flip flops, I parked in the lot in front of my apartments and just sat in my car. I smiled because I was truly satisfied with myself.

When I found out from the news that night that the firefighters were able to pull Daniel’s old senile ass grandmother from the fire, my heart broke. I was counting on the fact that she would perish right along with that raggedy ass house of hers, but I guess I can’t have all the luck. Knowing that she’s in critical condition with burns covering forty percent of her body is good enough for me because now I know she can’t look down her nose on me anymore. She’ll be too busy trying to cover that burned up ass body of hers. For as long as I can remember, Mrs. Wade always had something negative to say about me and my family. Even though I came from a good two-parent household, she never thought I was good enough for Daniel. Never did she once stop to think that maybe it was he that wasn’t good enough for me. I was always the ‘spoiled bitch’, who would try to take her baby from her. If she could only see me now, she would know that Daniel is the furthest thing from my mind. She can have
her baby
because he’s old news.

Just like I expected, Daniel tried to pin the fire on me. A few days later two detectives came to my apartment. When I answered the door, I pretended to be surprised by their visit. They asked me a couple questions about the fire, and where I was at the time of it, and I answered them as if I were telling the truth. Once they found out who my father was, their visit turned into more of a friendly one. They explained to me that it was Daniel who basically named me because he figured I was upset with our run in that day. Again, I pretended as if I had no clue what they were talking about. We wrapped up our conversation, and they thanked me for my time before they left. Since Daniel didn’t have any evidence to prove that it was me who burned down his grandmother’s house, I wasn’t named as a suspect, and since then the case has gone cold.   

The sound of the doorbell snaps me out of my thoughts. I pull a nightshirt over my head, grab a twenty dollar bill that I left on the nightstand and shuffle into the living room. After telling the Chinese delivery boy to keep the change, I close the door and head into the kitchen. With my dinner on my plate, I walk over to the fridge and see what I have to drink. My eyes scan across everything inside, before landing on a bottle of wine. At first, I start to just grab some water, but I remember my doctor said that I could safely have a glass of wine a day. Since I haven’t had anything to drink during this pregnancy, I grab the wine and pour me a glass before taking a seat at the table.

As I eat, my mind drifts back to Terry. Here I was thinking he was mad about the Shanair shit. Turns out he’s probably mad because of how I behaved when Daniel was around. Now that I think about it, running out of the store like that was stupid, and it made me look guilty as hell. I don’t blame him for being upset. I would be too. I wonder what he’s doing at this moment. I immediately lose my appetite when I picture him and Shanair lying in the same bed. I swear I still can’t figure out what he sees in her, or any of the other bitches that he’s fucked with. Shanair is black and ugly as fuck, Toya is a pretty girl, but I can tell that she has a terrible attitude, and Katrina is just funky looking and ghetto as hell.

Yeah, I know all about his trashy ass baby mommas and how he still fucks them every chance he gets. You already know that I’m not above following Terry, so if you’re wondering how I know what every one of those hoes looks like, that’s the answer to your question. I’ve followed him to each of his bitch’s houses. I even know what the kids look like, and it’s safe to say that mine will be the cutest. I’m not saying that Terry has ugly kids, but I ain’t saying their cute either.

Just thinking about his children, gets me mad all over again. Terry really better get his ass in gear. It’s okay that he’s upset, but he has no reason to be. Daniel and I are through. I only want him and our child, so he doesn’t have to question that. I start to wonder if the Daniel thing is all an excuse for him to stay away from me. I’m sure Terry has told that bitch Shanair what went down at the store, and I’m sure she’s filled his head with all kinds of things to make him doubt me. She wants him to leave me alone. What she doesn’t know is that she’s got life completely fucked up. Terry cannot, and will not stay away from me. I won’t allow it. He, my baby and I will be a family, and I don’t care how anyone feels about it. I’ll give him a few days to either answer my calls or reach out to me before things get hectic.

Terry doesn’t want me to show him my bad side because once I do there’s no turning back. I’ve been nice long enough, and I know that in order for him to know that I’m not a joke, I have to kick it up a notch. I’m tired of playing second and third fiddle to those other bitches. He keeps playing with me, and I’ll fuck around and cancel every single one of his baby mothers out without breaking a nail. Terry doesn’t need those bitches anyway because he has me now. I’m going to be the only one left standing when this shit is over, you just watch and see.