Page 37 of Cove City: Volume II
At this point, he didn’t care. “That’s right, baby, call on him. Tell my nigga how much you love me,” he said as his tongue swirled in my ear. He reached down and played with my pussy then stuck his fingers into his mouth.“Ooo,”I moaned again.
“All mine, mamas. I’m a nasty nigga and I want it all. I love you.”
He reached down again and gave my pussy a few more circles before I came. As we cleaned ourselves up, I turned to him. “Try, please. I love you, too,” I told him.
When I opened the door and came out of the bathroom, my mother was sitting there with a look of surprise on her face. “What?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes and wheeled away. All I could do was laugh. I took one more glance at Pierre, hoping that he would give his mother a second chance. Before he walked off, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Quinton is dead.” He kissed my cheek.
I didn’t know how to feel, but I knew a part of me felt free.
SASHA
I had stopped at Pierre’s shop today to talk to him. I wanted to tell him about Quinton. I knew it was time to release that demon so that I could move on, and he needed to know the truth. However, when I arrived, they said he hadn’t come in today. I thought that was odd because he always came into the shop.
When I left, I had planned to go to his house, but instead, I decided to visit his mother. Pierre and Best had a relationship that I’d always envied. As I rode my bike through the streets, I thought about all the things I needed to let go of. I knew this was my only option to move forward and begin the healing process. Before stopping at Best’s, I took a detour. When I came upon the block, it began to bring back memories of things I had suppressed all those years ago.
I pulled up in front of the house and got off my bike. When I removed my helmet, it took me a minute to move as I stared at the house, that had never been a loving home and turned into a dope house. My feet slowly moved toward the house until I had gotten to the front door. I froze. I immediately became that scared little girl who had run from every man that stepped over this threshold. “You got this, Sasha.” I coached myself.
I pushed open the dilapidated door to a disaster. Everything about this place reeked of an addict. I moved through the house, glancing at everyone who was either standing in a corner or nodding to the ones who were slumped over on the floor. I passed by some who were in the middle of watching me as I watched them.
Each one of them stood in line to take a trip to the moon. My eyes scanned the room until I spotted Birdie. Quinton’s momma was lying down, asleep, or so I thought, until I had gotten closer,and squatted down. She had finally succumbed to the thing that made her happy. I had somewhat felt bad for Quinton because just like I needed my mother, he needed his. I tried backing up, but I tripped on something and fell backward.“Shit!”
I tried getting up when one of the feens fell face forward. When I realized who it was, I freaked the fuck out. I became angry. I was angry that it was her, angry that she had chosen this life and even more angry that she was dead and I couldn’t tell her how she made me feel.
Her glassy eyes, pale skin, and blue lips stared back at me. It was like she was stuck, stuck on the moon with no regrets. I pushed her body back as I shuffled my feet to stand. I didn’t want to cry, but I did.“Ahhhh!”I screamed so loud, then ran out of there.
As soon as I came outside, I took in air and balled. She was so fucking selfish that she found an easy way out rather than facing the truth that she destroyed me.
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I pulled up to Best’s after crying my eyes out the entire ride. When I saw Pierre’s car, I was somewhat relieved because it meant I didn’t have to ride through the Cove to find him. My day had already been ruined by seeing my mother the way I did, and now I was ready to wrap all this shit up.
After I got off my bike, I walked up to the door. I gave it two light taps and waited. When the door opened, I was shocked. “Sasha?” Tuesday called out.
Tuesday and Best were cool?It was crazy how one minute I was happy with Zeus, and Pierre was miserable, and now it was the other way around. Pierre came up behind Tuesday and kissed the top of her head.
“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” I asked, looking at Pierre.
“Yeah,” he said as he moved around Tuesday and stepped outside.
I glanced back at the door, and she was gone. “I don’t want her to be mad, but I have something to tell you.”
“She’s good.”
I nodded slowly before I closed my eyes and blurted out, “Quinton raped me.”
It felt good to release that. To say it out loud to the ears that needed to hear it. “He—”
Pierre turned to me fully, “I know. That nigga’s dead, Sash. He’s dead.”
To know Pierre handled it made me feel free. I placed my hand on my head and turned. I kept my composure, but inside I was happy. I felt like my sleeping angel was happy too. Quinton deserved death in my eyes, and to know Pierre handled him, that he conquered the demon who was riding his back as well, was a relief. I gave Pierre my attention. “Thank you,” I mumbled.
“No, thank you. Thank you for everything, for being strong, for standing on what you believe, and for opening my eyes to be a better man.”
I reached out and hugged him. “I’m really happy for you,” I said one last time before I released him.
Pierre stood in the driveway until I was on my bike and back down the street. Now it was time to face one more person, where this would lead, I didn’t know.
