Conflict Reloaded

Chapter 15: Slowly Healing

(Janelle)

"I love you Jahlil. See you tomorrow, okay?"

"Love you too ma. Bye."

Before he could get out, I put my hand on his.

"Do you really even mean that anymore?"

"I don't give out false information. I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

He got out and shut the door. I let out a deep sigh as I watched him walk inside Kim's house. She waved, so I beeped before taking off.

If only Jahlil would move back with me. I know he loves Kim, but I love him too. It's rediculous of me to feel jealous of her for doing an honorable thing, but he is my son.

I'm over-thinking and over-reacting. I always do. Most of the time I have a good reason to though!

When I got to my house, I noticed two cars. A pink one and a silver one. When I got out my car, Lisa and Jamarcus got out of theirs.

"Yall just some bold muthafuckas ain't ya?"

"Wait Janelle, let me explain. Jamarcus is innocent. I've been trying to make passes at him for the longest, but he declined always. The day you caught us, I just tried a bolder move. I've always been jealous of you Janelle. I've always wanted to be like you. It's just dumb. I know that. I want to apologize to you for hurting you so badly, but just know that Jamarcus didn't and doesn't want anything to do with me."

I snapped my fingers then pointed towards the end of my driveway.

"Get the fuck off MY property before I go back to jail. I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want shit to do with you. You stupid bitch. Your hoish ways have caused you all your relationships. The ones with Kim, Amber, and Gigi. I'm glad they were able to open their own salon. I hope yours goes out of business. You ruined your relationship with Jahlil. The one with me! Get the fuck away from me."

She didn't argue back, she didn't tear up, nothing. She just got in her car and left like I asked her to.

I turned my attention to Jamarcus.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you Janelle. I didn't want to hit that woman. I couldn't get her off me. She forced herself on me. I want to come home. I'm tired of sleeping in a lousy hotel. I want to be next to you holding you cl-"

I'd heard enough. I smashed my lips into his and jumped into his arms.

Lisa's story was easy to believe. I remember back in the day she used to always try and make my sex life the topic of our conversations. Shoulda known something was up then.

I wish nothing but the worst for Lisa. I hope she grows old and dies alone. Maybe that's harsh, but I don't give a damn.

I'm willing to work this relationship out. I just wish Jahlil could work his out or move on. Either option would be a huge milestone in his slow healing process. Never wanted him to feel the type of pain I felt when Brandon and I didn't work.

(Jahlil)

"Need some help there buddy?" Abby came into my room cracking up at my failed attempt to make my bed.

"It's not funny. Everything was so much easier to do with both of my arms and hands."

She laughed so much she snorted, which caused me to chuckle.

Abby is a cool ass female, with a goofy side that comes out every now and then.

"Some people still can't make a bed even with both hands." She shooed me away from the bed. "You just sit down and look pretty. I'll clean up for you."

"Pretty? Don't you mean handsome?"

"Nah, Pretty boy. With the pretty boy swag."

I shook my head then laughed at her. "Ugh, why are you so damn lame?"

"I'm not lame!"

We continued to talk about random things as she cleaned my room. She made my bed up, picked up trash, swept the floor, put my strolled out clothes into the closet, and she even put some of my shoes back into their boxes.

"You would make a great house wife." We were laying on my bed talking and making strange shapes of the shadows on the wall.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Oh and by the way, thank you for making dinner tonight."

That made her laugh again.

"I knew you didn't like my moms cooking! Nobody does!!"

"I never said that."

"It's okay. Your secret is safe with me."

She rolled over so she was on her stomach and facing me.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Her tone changed to a more serious one, which made me curious.

"Yeah. You can tell me anything Abby."

She got so close to me that we were only inches apart.

"I like you."

Her lips laid against mine. Her tongue licked against my lips, so I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss.

(Malia)

"What are you waiting for?! You have to tell him! He has a right to know!" I looked over at Olivia.

"I told you that he caught Renee and I having sex. I even told him I was drunk. He won't forgive me. He probably won't even believe that I'm carrying his twins!"

That moment when he caught me in between the legs of another female continued to play over and over in my mind. Truth be told, I was just experimenting. I wasn't thinking about the fatal consequences of my foolish actions. We weren't drunk. We were just two bi-curious females.

I miss him so much and I want him to forgive me. I want him here in my arms. I want to go back to the way we were. I'm so stupid for cheating on someone so perfect for me.

Now OUR twin girls may not have their father in their life.

I figured out I was pregnant after having a bad day at school. I asked my granddad to take me to the hospital. They confirmed my suspicion. I'm now four months pregnant.

"That doesn't matter! You at least have to tell him and if he wants a DNA test, give him one! What are you so afraid of?! Are you positive that they are his?"