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Katia
Warmth spread through my core. I felt pressure on my bladder. Thinking I had to release liquor from my drunken fit, I groggily shifted in bed. At the feel of hands wrapping around my thighs, my eyes popped open. The room I shared with Tweed was pitch black, but I knew my man’s touch and that it was him who was feasting on my pussy. Relaxing against the mattress, I gripped the patch of braids that were on the top of his head. As his tongue swirled against my clit, he sucked it.
“Tweed,” I moaned, pulling his braids. “Lick it.”
Granting my request, Tweed licked my clit until I came. When I did, he lifted himself and hovered atop me.
“Why you been showing out?” he pressed, breath smelling like me and mint as his mouth brushed against mine.
“I missed you and wanted you to come home,” I confessed, wrapping my arms around him. “Why weren’t you answering my calls? I haven’t seen you in three days.”
“I’m here now,” was all he offered, trying to slip inside of me, but I pushed him out.
“You need to wear a condom.”
Tweed chuckled. “Fuck you just say to me?”
“I said you need to wear a condom.”
“Do you want this dick or not?”
“Of course, but I don’t know who else you’ve been giving it to. So put on a fucking condom.”
Tweed sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. I had been needing and missing him like crazy. Sex was the last thing I wanted from him, but I would take it. More than that, I needed his time and affection. His attention and his interest. My heart was so sore, and I needed my baby’s love to soothe it.
“I ain’t wearing no condom to fuck my bitch.”
Twiddling my thumbs, I considered if this was a battle I wanted to start. It was pitch black, and the small inch of light shining through the window from the streetlights really didn’t provide enough for me to see his face. I could, however, tell by his calm tone that he was serious.
“Well, we need to go and get tested together before we have sex.”
Tweed chuckled. “I ain’t got time for this shit,” he grumbled, standing from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“Out? Out where?” I questioned, standing. “You just got here.”
Tweed cut the lights on and it took my eyes time to adjust. My head and stomach were killing me. All that Tequila had the room spinning. I knew it was silly as hell to drink so much without food, but I hadn’t had an appetite for days. Now, I was paying for that shit. As nauseous as I was, I tried to will myself not to get sick.
“Tweed, you hear me,” I continued, following him to our closet.
My side was clean, with everything on hangers in its place. His was junky with clothes tossed everywhere. It was the perfect visual of us and how different we were.
“I hear you but you ain’t talking about shit. You throw a tantrum tryna make a nigga come home and when I do it’s to some bullshit.”
I scoffed, leaning against the doorframe of the closet as he searched for something to wear.
“How is it bullshit? Because I don’t want your community dick inside of me raw? If you want to fuck raw, you need to stop cheating on me!”
My sadness was quickly turning into anger, and I had not one fuck to give.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Tweed stepped into my space, looking down at me. “I don’t like being in this house, and I can’t stand being around you.”
Fire burned within my heart. Swallowing hard, I blinked as my eyes watered.
“Why not?” I whispered, unable to fully process what he’d just said to me. We’d been together since I was fourteen. Now sixteen years later, I couldn’t recall a time he’d ever spoken to me so coldly.
“My baby died in your womb. I had to watch you push him out, and he was gone. I can’t look at you and not think about him.”
The tears that I’d been holding in began to fall. Giving birth to our stillborn son three months ago started the darkest part of my life. Things hadn’t been right between me and Tweed since. We had our bad days in the past, but nothing compared to how things had been recently. I felt like Tweed blamed me, but I couldn’t be sure. And when I talked to my mom and friends about it, they told me I was being paranoid. That he was just grieving in his own way and to give him space. Well now, there was no way I could deny Tweed’s resentment toward me.
“How do you think I feel?” My voice shook as my fists balled. Heart beating rapidly, my entire body trembled. “I carried him for seven months. I had to push him out of me. I’m the one who buried him.” The more I spoke, the harder it was for me to remain composed. I practically roared, “Alone!”
Unable to stop myself, I punched him. He stumbled back slightly, grabbing his jaw.
“I’ve had to grieve our son by my fucking self while you’ve been out in these streets and fucking other bitches! And you have the nerve to come in here and say you can’t stand the sight of me?”
Pushing him back, I grabbed his clothes off the floor, not giving a damn if they were dirty or clean.
“I didn’t ask your ass for shit but you! I begged you to be here with me when I needed you most! So you wanna go? Go!” I stormed to the kitchen, snatching black garbage bags. “But if you leave this house, we’re over, because I’m not putting up with this shit, Tweed. I deserve better.”
He stood there, watching me shove his clothes into the bags. Before I could get the last shirt that was on the floor inside, he was taking the bag from me and calmly filling it with the rest of his things. It was as if he didn’t have any fight left in him. No anger. Nothing for me. For us. I would have felt better if he’d yelled at me or something, but the calmness he possessed made me feel even worse. Like he had already left me mentally and emotionally and was finally able to do so physically.