Cruel Passions Of The Other Woman

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•Keshay Lewis•
"Honey"

I toss and turn in the full sized bed in the guest room of my aunt Ambers home. The sound of her headboard smacking against the wall opposite of the bed repeatedly. "FUCK GIRL THAT PUSSY SO GOOD!" Whatever man she's fucking shouts and I practically throw up just hearing it.

Her home is big, I have to give her that Amber is very successful. Her home is a reflection of that, there's about five bedrooms in this home and each one has a bathroom connected. She has three cars, just about the largest smart tv you can have in her living room and a seventy two inch in the room I'm in, and her entire home is decked out in leopard print. It was cute when I walked inside and noticed the carpet, curtains, wall decor and pillows were leopard. But I soon noticed that the kitchen, place mats, bedding in the bedrooms, bathroom decor EVERYTHING was a different type of leopard. I appreciated the fact that the room she'd given me was pink leopard. After giving myself a personal tour I noticed it was the only place in her home that wasn't standard leopard other than her blue leopard bedroom. I figured she must've taken a liking to me to give me the second cutest bedroom. But even with as cute as leopard may be, it is in fact overwhelming.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand and I lift it up seeing its Trinity. When I place it to my ear I hear her giggling on the other end. "Boy stop it. I told you I'm on the phone with my sister." She playfully says. I roll my eyes waiting for her next words. "Shay? You there?"

I nod my head slowly as if she can see me. "Yes." I mutter tossing my head back. "I'm here."

"I just," she sighs lowly as if hesitating. "I feel bad...I want to apologize about coming down there. I fucked everything up because I was worried and now you're staying with Aunt Amber. And judging by the funeral she's alottt."

"She's actually sweet," I defend not liking her judgemental tone. "And it's an adjustment. It's only my third day here. But it's not bad." Other than her constant sex sessions I hear.

"Did you...did you really love him sis?" Her question causes my heart to ache.

I place my hand over my chest turning over so I'm lying on my back. Staring up at the ceiling. "What does it matter? It's over now." I say seriously. While lifting my left hand up to view my ring that twinkles even in the slight darkness of the room, I hold my phone to my ear with my right hand.

"I think I may have been wrong. I mean...I know he's manipulative and crazy, but he does love you. I was stupid to just show up the way I did." She admits lowly.

I close my eyes momentarily asking the question that's been boggling my mind since the day she'd shown up at our celebration. "Who told you we were down there? Who paid for your flight?" I ask curiously.

Her response is almost instant. "I don't know. I swear I don't, I'd gotten an email from a gmail that said donotreply, and it had my flight number and the receipt showing it was paid for, along with a note saying the address that your celebration would back at. I was so worried about you I didn't question it. Didn't think of how strange it was." She explains.

My mood is slowly becoming frustrated. Mainly because her voice doesn't sound genuine. She keeps feeling the need to repeat how "worried" she was but I'm not sure it was worry at all. Something has led her to feel guilty and call me, and I'm sure it wasn't worry. "Can we talk later? I'm tired." I say which is partially true but partially isn't.