Family Lies 2

Never Gonna Let You Go

Nicci

"Hey, stop movin'," Tré sucked on her bottom lip while staring at the canvas in her face. I posted up on the window with my arms crossed and huffed as I watched my girl look at me without meeting me at the eye for what I was about to make sure would be the last time today. At the moment, I ain't too sure what the hell is going on with Tré. But for the last week or so, she'd been so distant that sleeping next to her was beginning to feel so cold. And that was the last thing I needed at the moment. My boo has been holding me down through school and dealing with me working this pissy ass job at the boutique and now I finally feel like I'm on the come up!

My boss been sportin' my steelo all over the place lately. While she was bumping shoulders and doing bumps with New York City's Black Elite, she was giving them opportunity after opportunity to fawn and feign over my designs. The offer I got to be featured in The Trend came straight from the mouth of the founder and CEO of the magazine. I was finally feeling good about what I had to offer Tré. I wanted her to be feeling it like this with me.

I broke my pose and walked over to meet Tré at the spot she'd gotten comfortable in to paint her first portrait of me. I looked at all the sketch work she'd done and smiled, laughing softly. Then I took the paintbrush out of her hand and placed it on the tray before touching her chin. "Wassup witchu?" I asked as Tré leaned back on her hands. "What? You want me to suck on that pussy?" I just chuckled and leaned forward to kiss Tré on the lips. "Why you always act like I think sex is the only thing you good for?" I asked.

Tré sat herself in my lap and put my hands on her ass before asking, "I know that ain't what you came all the way over here to say to me. Didn't I tell you to stop moving?" Tré pushed me onto my back like she was ready to ride me like a cowgirl.

"You know what... I'ma let you get ya nut. But we still need to talk," I said as Tré started yanking me out of my jeans. "Shut up," she demanded and I laughed at her bossy ass.

Twenty Minutes Later

"I'm sorry Baby," Tré moaned while throwing her head down and scratching the wax off the wood plank beneath her hand. I sucked her essence from my lips before kissing her neck. I smacked her ass while watching her catch her breath on the floor as I got up. I started cleaning up the mess we'd just made together before laughing and saying, "Your mom should be home with Jam soon. You gotta get up."

"Fuck," she whined as she stood to her feet to stretch before looking for her clothes. I finished cleaning up her paint space for her as she snuck off to our room. But I was sure she had to know I was coming in there soon to see what was on her mind.

I was organizing her space when I started hearing noises coming from the entryway. I poked my head around the corner and from where I stood I could see Jam's feet jumping up and down from the under the door. "Oh shit," I whispered as I dropped everything but my clothes and darted towards our bedroom. I had barely made it there when I heard the locks clicking on the door.

Miss Dot said, "I saw your lil naked ass run in that room, y'all ain't slick!" And I bust out laughing as I ran to hop in the bed next to Tré. "You gave my mom a peep show?" Tré joked with fake hurt laced all in her voice. "Naw, you know you the only one I do that for," I said while kissing her shoulder. Then I sat up to slip back into my sports bra.

"You know we gotta talk right?" I asked, watching my girl roll her eyes to the ceiling. When her gaze fell back on me she poked out her bottom lip. "Don't you think we just did all the talkin' we needed to do?" She asked as she turned her eyes sultry and threw her leg over mine like I didn't know her and all her tricks.

"Treasure," I said in the most serious voice I could muster up. I couldn't believe I was here ready to beg Tré to tell me whatever has had her fucked up over the last few weeks. "I'm yo best friend and you really got me beggin' you to just talk to me dawg, it shouldn't be like this. You gotta know that yo well being is my number one priority. You don't know that?"

"Yeah I know that," Tré stated in offense.

"Then why you got me begging you to trust me? I can only imagine how whatever is bothering you got you feeling. But how you think knowing that the woman that I wanna be with for the rest of my life don't even trust me to know the shit that got the power to fuck up her day makes me feel?"

Tré got wrapped all the way up in our blanket before finally giving me the emptiest stare in the eye. "What if whatever I gotta say changes that?"

"Changes what?"

"Us forever?"

I took a deep offended breath. "Nothing you could say or do could make me want to leave you alone. Unless you been giving my pussy away behind my back."

Tré shook her head no and reached out to pull me under the cover with her. I wrapped my arms around her and just laid my head on her chest and listened. "The year me and you started getting back right... Ray got me pregnant. And the same day we found out he raped me and he beat me and I had a miscarriage."

"Tré..." I sat up speechless. I looked down at her. I found her face full of tears. "I'm so sorry that happened to you baby. I don't even know what to say right now... except why didn't you tell me?"

"You want kids Nicci! You've always wanted kids... I don't think I can give that to you."

"Why would you think that?"

"After that I stopped taking my pill altogether. Dollie refused to let him near me for a while after that but... she still needed to get high. So she had me fuckin' this other nigga for it. And I wanted a baby so bad that... I ain't care who would have gave it to me. I used to let him do it without a condom and... when she finally did let Ray back around... you know we wasn't using no condoms. I ran away to stay with him for like two months one time... just to see if we could feel the same again. We didn't. But... I kept on cooking and cleaning and fucking him just to try to get pregnant again. I wanted to get pregnant and hide it for as long as I could so I could take his money and dip the fuck out. And I kept letting him fuck on me but... I ain't get pregnant again."

I sucked my teeth. "That don't mean you can't have a baby, Tré. But I need you to look me dead in my face and understand that even if it did mean you couldn't have a baby I wouldn't ever do you dirty. I got a coochie too girl," I said as I laid back in her arms and started kissing her tears away as she laughed like she just needed to. "I was supposed to carry your baby though. And you was supposed to carry mine. Ain't that what you wanted?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. It is. But I want you more than I want anything else. You're more than enough for me, Tré. Anything else is extra. Ain't nobody in this world that can do for me what you do. But... I feel yo pain baby. I do. You think you wanna go to the doctor? You never go."

She made the face I just made back at me. "I'm so scared of whatever they'll say! I already feel like I can't get pregnant and to go to the doctor just to have somebody tell me that would make me feel like a real fool Nic." I shook my head as I stared at the ceiling. "You ain't no fool."

"How long you wanna be with me for real Nic? Can you really hang in there with me?" I wrapped one hand around her neck and the other around her arm and pulled her up. "I been hangin' in there. Ain't I, Treasure?"

She just nodded while looking me up and down. "Open ya mouth," I demanded, full of attitude. "Yes Nicci," Tré responded with a quickness that I liked. "Then stop talking this crazy shit to me. And you going to the doctor. Betta get yo head together baby." I got up, grabbed some fresh rags and kicked it to the bathroom.