Broke Luxury (A Jacquees Short Story) #Wattys2016

(15) Broken

Sasha

By the time we pulled up at my house, and saw Quee's car parked there, I was numb. I was done. I was tired. There were so many secrets that confused me and that didn't make any sense to me.

When did Quee find time to have a threesome with somebody else, more than once, and with Kerrie? How could Kerrie do this? We had been girls for so long. We were always tight and I knew I could trust her, but I guess you can't trust anybody. Now she's pregnant by the same man I had gotten pregnant by and that I was in love with. The same man I had given my all to, sacrificed things for, went threw hell and back with, and loved with everything in me.

Not to mention that this Tina chick was also pregnant by him and got ran through my older brother, Cal, and his boys. On top of that, she could be burning, which meant the poor child may not make it or be born with whatever sexually transmitted diseases she had contracted. That made me remind myself to take Cal to the clinic first thing in the morning.

Through all of my thoughts, I hadn't noticed that Jade had gotten out of the car and was now going off on Jacquees. She was probably telling him how worthless he was and he did not deserve me. She was probably telling him to get his shit and get the hell away from me. Jade hadn't been too happy with Quee since he disappeared and we first found out about him cheating, but finding out that it was a threesome that included Kerrie, put the icing on the cake for her.

I got out, grabbing my purse. "Jade, go home. I'm fine." I kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tight. "You're a great sister." She hugged me back and frowned, because she knew I was going to let Quee in and talk to him about all of this.

She gave me one last look before getting in her car and driving off. Without looking at Quee, I walked into the house, leaving the door open. I knew he would follow me.

I plopped down on the couch and Quee sat on the love seat adjacent to the couch.

"Sasha, I'm so so-"

"Don't say it." I interrupted. "Don't say you're sorry, because you're not. You cheated on me. You fucked my bestfriend and some random ass woman and you got them both pregnant." I looked at him straight in the eyes.

"I know. I'm a fuck up and I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry baby. Please believe me. It was a mistake."

"A mistake?!" I exclaimed. "A mistake is something that you do once, you regret it, and you don't do it again. You fucked them more than once. You knew what the fuck you were doing."

"Sasha, I-"

"How many times?" I asked suddenly and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "How many fucking times Rodriquez?" I called him by his real name and his eyes slightly widened.

"Threesome, three times. Kerrie, eighth times." He said looking down and my eyes grew wide as my hand flew across his face.

"Get your shit and go stay with Kerrie since you've fucked her more than you've fucked me since our daughter was abducted you stupid asshole." I threw my hands in the air and walked upstairs, which he followed behind me.

"Sasha." He said standing in the doorway. He looked at me like I was unreasonable and wrong.

My eyebrows furrowed in anger and confusion. I walked over to the dark brown dresser that had Quee's clothes in them and started chunking them at his face.

"Get out!" I paused to look at him, and when he didn't move, I threw more clothes. "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

I threw all of his clothes, letting my anger out. I wasn't the one to let my anger get out of control, so instead of strangling Kerrie, or murdering Jacquees, I would throw things. I would shout, cry, and cuss until I couldn't anymore.

"Sasha," Jacquees called out to me and I looked at him as tears rolled down his cheeks and my heart started to crumple in my chest. Jacquees didn't cry much, but I had forgotten that it was my weakness and maybe, just maybe, I was about to break down right now.

Jacquees

When she looked up at my tear stained face, I knew what the look was. The look I had been trying to decipher. The look that I rarely saw, that I didn't know anything about. The look that I had saw one other time since I'd known and loved Sasha.

I saw it after that night. When Malika was abducted and when it was finally over and Sasha and I were left to grieve in peace. When I wanted to just drown in our tub, but instead I pulled her to me, to reassure that everything would be okay.

I knew the look now.

It was the look that meant Sasha didn't know who I was anymore.

I had to admit, I wasn't the same. I had never thought of cheating on Sasha, nor did I have a reasonable explanation as to why I did it. I don't know why and if I could take it back I would. Having her look at me the way she did, made me feel like shit. I didn't deserve her.

She looked at me now, with that look in her eyes and tears painting her face. Her tears were uncontrollable, as she gasped for air. She whined and held her stomach like she would be sick from all the crying she was doing. She coughed and gasped for air, before stumbling over to the edge of our bed. She sat down, and stared at the floor. She gripped the edge of the bed for dear life and hung her head low as she cried.

I had done enough to her.

I grabbed a suitcase from our closet, and threw all of my clothes that were sprawled across the floor in it. I threw some shoes and hats in it, along with my essentials. I zipped it up and wiped my tears, looking over at Sasha.

She was still breathing hard, and crying silently.

"I love you Sasha. I'm so sorry for everything I've put you through and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I want to move on from all of this. I want us to be a family again. I want to fix things. I want you to love me again. I want you to trust me again and I'll do whatever you want me to do to fix it." I held my breath and waited for her to respond.

She didn't. She didn't even look up. So, I picked up the suitcase, my heart, and the little dignity and pride I had left and walked out the door, slamming it so hard, that I was surprised when the small glass windows in it didn't break or it didn't swing off the hinges.