Page 13 of His Heaven, Her Hell
Hurt my feelings? Yes. Have me ready to go to war with my brother? Not at all.
I was more heartbroken over my brother’s disloyalty. I felt like if he wanted her, he should have told me. But how could someone ask their brother to fuck their girl?
Melody still called me regularly, trying to get back together, but I was cool on her. If she could fuck my brother, I knew she wasn’t exempt from other niggas smashing.
I wasn’t trying to be on no get back shit, but Jela was extremely attractive, and after seeing her dance last night, I wanted to fold her ass like a lawn chair and dig deep in her guts. Aside from that, I wanted to get to know her and make her smile.
“D, I don’t give a fuck about that no more. That shit is old and is not the reason why I left. You know me well enough to know I don’t hold grudges, especially not for someone who could claim to love me, then fuck my brother. This ain’t that. I just feel like you should have your space for your family, man.”
“You are my family… my blood. You can stay here until your house is ready, Tru. Jela won’t bother you. She knows to stay away from you unless you need her. Besides, you need to spend some time with your niece before you become unavailable.”
Something was off with their relationship. I wasn’t trying to pry, but my brother wasn’t giving “a nigga in love” vibes, and neither was she. It felt obligatory. I didn’t know what was going on between them, but I knew it wasn’t anything good.
I sighed and looked over at him. “Unless Ineedher, huh?” I smirked. He side-eyed me as I laughed. “I’m just fucking wit’ you, D.”
“Man, look… I’d let you hit one time as payback, but after that, that’s it.”
“Yo, what the fuck, Dame?” I couldn’t stop laughing because I just knew his ass was serious. “I’m not fucking your girl, dog.”
“You sure? I wouldn’t be mad if you did; only if you tried to take her from me. Then, we’ll have a problem.”
“I’m good, bro. I don’t want to be at odds with you, so I’d rather not take you up on thatoffer. And if you love her like you claim you do, you shouldn’t be offering her up to me anyway.”
Because I can guarantee you won’t get her back.
“Whatever, Tru. I ain’t stupid. My bitch is bad. That’s why I keep her ass in the house, so I don’t go on a killing spree if a nigga tries to step to her.”
“Nigga, what?” I couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth. Now I knew why she seemed so sad. This nigga was holding her hostage in this damn house just like his daddy used to do to our mother.
“Yeah, that’s why I don’t usually date bad bitches. The moment she gets some freedom… her ass gon’ cheat on me. I just know it.”
I palmed the ball in my hands and pressed the sides hard as I looked him in the eyes. “Dame, I swear on my dead father’s grave… if you’re doing anything to hurt that girl, I’m going to hurt you. Mark my words.”
“Why the fuck you care what I do with my bitch?”
“Nigga, you know why!” I yelled.
Rarely did I ever come out of my body, but my brother, of all people, knew that shit triggered me. Nights when I could do nothing but listen to our mother scream or watch her try to cover up bruises made me angry. A man who had to use force and manipulate his woman to control her was no man at all. He was a fucking coward. A certified bitch-ass nigga.
“You back talking to your daddy, ain’t you?”
“No!”
Lying ass.
“Yeah, you are. I told you to stop talking to his ass, D! That motherfucka don’t do shit but give you bad advice. Hence, why you locking Jela the fuck up in this house. He used to do our moms the same way, and you keep listening to that nigga and holding on to his every word like it’s Bible!”
He stood and stepped closer to me. “Look. I know what the nigga did. You ain’t gotta keep reminding me?—”
“Apparently, I do!”
“You don’t! I was there, too, nigga. I saw the same shit you saw… He just trying to find his way after what happened?—”
“Fuck him, D!” I yelled.
My voice echoed off the walls; that’s how angry I was. Damien Senior was a coward-ass bitch that didn’t deserve to be in our space. For my brother to show his ass grace was fucking with me. I didn’t like that shit at all.
“Damien?” Jela’s timid voice came over the intercom and broke our heated gazes.
