Straight Fucking

Taylor Made

Author's note: I wrote this story about 15 years ago. It probably has some old references that were relevant at the time and probably need some edits. I should also warn you that it probably has some content that may trigger some people. It's a f/f/f story. 

This bitch done lost her mind! 

I know good and hell well she is not laying up here in my house... in my clothes...sleeping with my woman! I thought to myself. 

"Savon! What the hell is going on? I thought you were my girl! And this is how you treat me! I was nice enoughto let you stay in my house after your ass lost your job and your apartment. I haven't charged you jack shit for allthe damn food you've sat around here and ate, the damn phone bill you ran up or the pornos you keep ordering!Now I come home from working 12 muthafucking hours to find my house in shambles and you in my girl'spussy! What the fuck?" 

"Taylor... let me explain..." Alex started to explain. 

Alex... My boo... my angel...BITCH! 

"Explain what? This is going to be good. But don't tell me just yet... let me get some things first. Yall hold on...wait right there." I laughed. 

DMX couldn't have said it better... 'Yall gon make me lose my mind up in here... up in here.' This is too damnlaughable.Then I started giggling... then laughing out loud. I laughed so loud and so long, that I started to choke and tears randown my face. Savon and Alex peeked out of the room and stared at me while I fell over in fits. 

"Taylor... are you ok?" Alex asked shakily. 

"Oh don't worry about me know, Alex. Yall bitches weren't worried about me while you were fucking! Why don'tyall meet me in the den?" 

I went into the hall closet and grabbed my other baby; Eve, my chrome .380. I felt like I was going to need her afterthe bullshit I just witnessed and the bullshit I was about to hear from Alex and Von. As much as I hurt, I couldn'tstop laughing. I think I heard one time, from someone, that laughter was one way the body deals with pain. Well,whatever the scientific, medicinal, or technical reason was, I had my own agenda of coping. I opened the shoeboxwhere I kept my bullets. Just as I put the lid back on and turned with my loaded solution, I was met by Alex's plea. 

"Taylor, no." 

She sounded calm as can be. Could she not see I was standing here with a loaded gun and mind full ofintentions? 

"You don't want to do this." 

She was right."Right Alex, I don't. I don't wanna do this. I love you and that is why you need to move out of my way and let medo that bitch first" 

I looked at her for what seemed like an eternity. All sorts of past images of our happier times passed through myhead. They were replaced by the times that she has hurt me in some way. I felt the water well in my eyes. Alexsaw the movie that was playing in my head through my eyes. I slid down to the wall to the floor, holding my head.Von was still standing there looking from me to Alex and back again as if she was watching a tennis match, notreally sure what to do or what to make of the entire scene. Hell, neither was I for that matter. Alex turned around andtold Savon to wait in the den. 

Von, still in shock over what could've happened just stood there and asked, "Are you going to be ok?"  

"I'll be just fine, now would you please just go wait in the den." 

Alex motioned her off.Tears streamed down my face, I felt my chest rising and breaths short, and I just sat there still holding my head. Ifelt Alex's hand on my hair trying to hold me, calm me down.