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I cringe.
Moments la
ter we are at my door. I purposefully fumble with my keys to hopefully buy myself a few extra seconds, glancing up at the camera in hopes that Sheldon picks up on something.
“Hurry up.”
Hands shaking, I put the key in the lock, turn it, and open the door. The security alarm beeps as the door slams in back of me. Ramona pulls her gun out. Points it at me, then at the alarm on the wall. “Shut the alarm, and don’t try any funny business, or you. Are. Dead.”
She stands in back over me, staring over my shoulder. Any thoughts of pressing in the panic code quickly leave me. Defeated, with my fate in her hands, I deactivate the alarm, and pray that this night doesn’t end in tragedy.
She’s fidgety. Looking around. Waving her gun frantically. And it’s all making me really nervous. Frightened.
She points her gun at me.
“Ramona, listen to me. You don’t have to do this. You can leave now, and no one has to ever know you were here.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to claim what’s mine. And I’m not leaving until my man gets home.”
I swallow. Blink.
“In the kitchen. Now.” I do as I’m told. She follows me. Then goes to one of the kitchen chairs, pulling it out. “Sit.”
I take a deep breath. Try to calm myself. “Why are you doing this?”
“Bitch!” She snatches the crystal vase, filled with fresh-cut, long-stemmed lilies, from off the table and throws it, fierce and angry. Water, flowers, and glass hit the wall, then shatter to the floor. “Don’t ask me a bunch of questions. And don’t play stupid. You know why I’m doing this, because you left me no other choice. You did this! Now sit down. Shut the fuck up. And let me think.”
I swallow, hard. My whole body is shaking on the inside. My knees wobble as I move toward the chair and sit. And my heart drops further when she pulls out a roll of duct tape from the inside of her jacket.
“W-what are you going to do with me?”
She stares at me hard. “I should fuck you in your ass the way you fucked me. Should make you feel what you made me feel. You made my pussy all wet and juicy. Made me come all over MarSell’s big, thick, long dick, while you stretched open my ass. You did that to me, puta!”
“Is that what you want, to fuck me? Y-you can…” Desperation rips through me. “You can take my ass. My pussy. My—”
“Bitch, I’m not going to take your pussy, or your ass. I’m going to take your man. I’m going to ride his dick in front of you. I want you to see the chemistry between us. MarSell loves me. I saw it in his eyes that night. Felt it in his touch. Now arms behind your back, wrists together.”
She rips away a long strip of tape from the roll with her teeth. Then walks behind me, wrapping the tape around my wrists. I choke back a scream lodged way in the back of my throat. She tears off another strip, then another, wrapping my wrists tightly behind my back.
Please, God…get me through this.
My mind starts scrambling for words that will appease her. But what can you say to someone who is clearly undone and is convinced that her reality is real, no matter how fucked up it is?
“Please. Ramona. Listen to me. I’m sure you think what you feel for my husband is real, but you have to understand it’s not love. It may feel like it. But it’s infatuation. You’re a beautiful woman.”
“You shut your filthy lying mouth!” she hisses. “Don’t tell me what I feel! All you had to do was let him go, bitch! I’m so sick of you bitches taking my men. First it was that Dominican-looking bitch fucking Alex. Now it’s you trying to keep me from being with MarSell. Just like that bitch knew Alex was my man. You know me and MarSell belong together so why couldn’t you just leave him, like I asked you to?”
I fight back tears as my life with Marcel flashes before my eyes. “I love my husband. And he loves me. I know there’s someone special out there for you. You’re a beautiful woman, who—”
“Wants your life, puta!”
And then I’m hit in back of the head, and everything else becomes a blur.
FORTY
Marcel
“What’s good, my freaky peeps…if you’re just tuning in, this is ya boy MarSell, your host for one of the hottest talk shows in the Tri-state area, Creepin’ ‘n’ Freakin’ After Dark. And maaaan, listen. Tonight’s segment has been straight fire. As you heard from our last caller, dude caught his wife rockin’ in the sheets with his sister and he took it to his sister’s head. Knocked her eye sockets in and broke her jaw. Now what his wife and sister did was def some real foul-ish. But him putting his hands on his sister ‘n’ beating her like she was some dude on the street…” I pause, shaking my head, then sigh. “Man, that was dead wrong. They both violated his trust. And they were both outta pocket. But I don’t care how big her dildo was, or how much man-swag she had, at the end of the day, she’s still a female. Ya thoughts?”
