Big Mistake 2

Falling Over

"Just as I was ready to try and freshen up my life, hea' comes the fuckin' tragedy. Thank you for ruinin' my life fa' me and my family once again!" -Malcom Stewart

The sweet fruity smell of papaya, sound of soft music playing, and the dirty feel of his body awakens Malcolm from his sleep. Grunting, he slides his hand down his face and wipes the crust away from his eyes.

Looking around the room, he notices he's lying on top of a purple and white petaled cover completely nude. Maybe that was where the dirty feel had come from, but noticing his manhood slightly hard and condom wrapped, he knew that something must have happened the night he was kidnapped.

The room was the cool, matching the the purple and white painting on the walls.  They were decorated with black flowers, and many pictures were present on each side.  A bookshelf in one corner, CDs and CD player in another, along with a purple laptop and other accessories.  He figured whoever the female was, she was more than attracted to the color purple.

Suddenly remembering the events from the night before, Malcolm quickly but slowly shifts from the bed and onto the floor. He extracts the condom from around his shaft and throws it into the oiled garbage can in the corner of the room.

He couldn't believe, and didn't want to believe that someone would have gotten him into a weak spot while he was running weakly from the bar. He was missing his kids and wife. Their faces, their smell, their smile, just everything he was seeing in front of him.

The vision of them blocked out that of his own. You know they say you never miss a good thing until it's gone, Malcolm was starting to feel the breeze.

As the doorknob twists and the door opens, Malcolm's heart skips multiple beats and not in a wonderful way.  Seeing Brielle in the moment brought back unwanted fate of memories, situations of that which could have cost him the best woman in his life.

Seeing her now, and not in the same shape as she was back then, he shakes his head and scrunches his face.  Her body was abhorrent compared to how she used to look.  Nineteen years ago, if he was not in a relationship and she was not a floozy, then maybe he would have pursued a relationship with Brielle.

And also if she was maybe up in age more.  Is no secret, never has been, that many young girls date older guys.  But he'd prefer someone his age, or a year younger, rather than six years younger.  He was a grown man with grown man distinctions than someone in high school.

Everything personal wise about Brielle was what a man needed and wanted in a woman, but her delusional and psycho ways was not okay with him.  Which resulted in why he treated her so badly each time she started to become a pest in his life.  If only he had nipped everything in the bud then, him and Paris would have been on the right path to getting married sooner than possible before Maureece was born.

Brielle smiles widely and says; "I see someone has woken up from his little nap after last night." She cheeses sheepishly.

Malcolm prepares his mouth for the most brutal words ever, but stops as she holds up her hand and stops him.

"I know what you're thinking and what you're going to say. But, listen to me for a moment okay? I'm not the one who kidnapped you, your supposed number one fan did. But, I did help her in case anything went wrong." Brielle backs away from Malcolm as the door to the room swings open, and another woman appears with a large pitcher of ice tea and a tray of cheese, crackers, ham and pepperoni slices.