Only In Love and War 2

Chapter One: House of Lies & Pain

Chapter One: House of Lies & Pain

Khyia
When our plane landed, I saw that Luke and Kendrick were already waiting for us. It was 3:30pm when we boarded our flight and we landed in Miami at about 7:40 pm. When I stepped off the plane, I was more than ready to get to Pleasure’s house and break things off with him face to face. Once my phone powered up, I hit Bianca and she sent me his address. I typed it into Luke’s GPS navigation system and we were on our way, blasting Drake’s Views From The Six album. While Miracle talked to Luke and Kendrick was on his phone, I was deep in my thoughts about this bullshit with Pleasure and I. I was really fucked up inside by the shit that I heard on the phone, like that bastard was really fucking another bitch and trying to get her pregnant just months after we lost our own son. Shit was fucked up, and although I was hurt on the inside, I refused to let the shit show on the outside. I’m tired of crying over this heartbreak shit and I’ll be damned if I give Pleasure or any other man the satisfaction of thinking he has that much power over me. Fuck that shit, I’ll spit on his fucking grave before I let him see broken again. I felt my phone vibrate alerting me that I had an incoming text message. I typed in my code and saw a message from Legacy pop up.
Legz: So we ignoring each other now? What’s up with that, ma?
Me: I’d never ignore you, sorry I missed your call, though.
Legz: It’s cool, ma. I need to link with you on so serious shit, though. You busy?
Me: I just landed in Miami about to handle something. Are you still here or you in Louisiana?
Legz: Nah, I’m still here with Drew. What are you doing out here?
Me: I’ll tell you about it later. Where you staying?
Legz: The Miami Beach Hotel. Khyia, I really need to talk to you. It’s important…
Me: Legacy, I promise we’ll talk later. I gotta go…
  I didn’t bother waiting for his reply as I slipped my phone in my bag. Luke had finally made it to Pleasure’s house, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I stepped out of the car with Luke and the others behind me. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, waiting for an answer. While we were waiting, there were muffled yells and arguing coming from inside the house, then the door swung open and I stood face to face with the woman who I am sure is sleeping with the man that I was supposed to marry. She had tears streaming down her face, but she was a cute girl, to say the least. Not justifying his cheating, but at least his ass didn’t cheat with some ratchet, low class looking hoe.
We stared at each other for a moment then she turned and looked at Pleasure. He looked pale as a fucking ghost like he was ready to piss his pants when he saw me at the door. I chuckled lightly as I stepped inside the house and the other’s followed behind. The look on Pleasure’s face was quite satisfying to say the most and the least, and I loved it because it was a mixture of regret and fear of not knowing what I had in store for him. Once I was finished, I wanted him to regret the day he asked my father, grandfather, my uncles, my cousin, and my brother for their blessings to marry me.
        “Khyia, baby what you—”
  I held my hand up, stopping him mid-sentence as I turned back to the woman standing before me. I took a moment to observe Miss Chrissy and like I said she’s a cute girl. She’s about my height, thick, and a very fashionable model type. At least his standards weren’t that low, but they weren’t very high either.
        “You must be Chrissy?” I pondered with a smile.
       “That would be me and you must be the future wife. It’s nice to meet you,” she smiled as Miracle scoffed in disgust.
        “My name is A’Khyia or in your case, that would be Miss Harris. I won’t answer to anything else but Miss Harris. Trust me, this meeting will be anything but nice once I’m done,” I said as I folded my arms across my chest, turning my attention to Pleasure. “So this is what you’ve been doing while I was in Louisiana, stressing myself out over your ass? You were here cheating on me with this,” I said, pointing to Chrissy.
       “Miss Harris, I’m sor—”
       “No, you’re not sorry,” I stopped her. “Listen, Chrissy, Christen, Christina or whatever you name is, you clearly don’t know me nor do I know you, but please for the sake of realness, don’t stand in my face and lie to me, ok?” I said as she nodded.
     “Now, tell me this, how long have you been fucking my fiancée?” I asked.
       “Khyia, baby chill, please,” Pleasure pleaded.
       “You shut the fuck up because I’m not talking to you. I’m speaking to your jump off or whatever she is to you. Now answer the damn question,” I said calmly.
    They both looked scared shitless and honestly, they should be scared because I’m in kill mode right now, and one of them, if not both, will feel my wrath tonight.
       “T-Three almost four months,” she stammered.
       “Almost four fucking months! Are you fucking serious!?” I exclaimed, turning toward Pleasure. “You been fucking this chick the entire time your ass been here and not once did you bother to tell me! Nigga, are you stupid or are you dumb?” I seethed with anger.
         “Miss Harris, I—”
         “Don’t speak to me unless I speak to you, and don’t interrupt me when I am talking,” I cut her off. “You’ve been sleeping with him all of this time and not once did you consider the fact that this nigga was involved with someone. I mean you’re sleeping with a man who is practically married, meaning his ass is off the market to any woman. Do you realize how sorry that makes him look and how hoe-ish it makes you look?”
“Wait, excuse me, but I’m not a hoe,” she said with slight attitude.
      “Check ya attitude, aight? I said it makes you look hoe-ish, I didn’t call you a hoe. If you want me to call you a hoe, then I will,” I replied, sizing her up.
         “You’re right and I apologize for assuming, but I didn’t know that he was engaged to anyone. When we reconnected, he made it clear that he was single and that he wanted to be with me. Yes, I was a fool to believe that he was single. I apologize for getting involved with him again after he put me through this before, but what can you do when you love someone and share something so far beyond common. I know it’s wrong and again, I do apologize, but—”
         “Why apologize when buts constantly come after them? Sweetie, I don’t want it nor do I need it, ok?” I interjected. “You laid down with him for all of this time. The crazy shit is this man has a tattoo of my name on his arm that’s plain as day. He even has a matching tattoo of my children’s names on his back and you mean to tell me that you were so blinded by whatever he was doing to you that you didn’t notice any of that. Then you said he’s played you like this before, yet you still love him and fell for his shit again. Do you know how gullible and stupid that makes you look? Exactly, you don’t because like the saying goes, love is blind.” I stated.
      “You have got to be—”
      “Khyia, stop! You—”
     “No, Deontae! You stop because you created this shit! You hurt me yet again after you promised that you wouldn’t do it again, but I should have known you were full of bullshit. I walked away from a man that I had been in love with for over 14 years just to be with you because I thought that you would give me the happily ever after that I always dreamed of, but you just lied and hurt me worse than Legacy ever did. I am done being blinded by you and keeping this shit in like it’s ok! It’s not ok! So you shut the hell up talking to me because this is between me and your bitch. Now—”
         “I’m not a bitch, A’Khyia and I would—”
  When she called me by my first name, I swear my neck snapped towards her so fast that I thought I’d catch whiplash. All I saw was red as I advanced towards her ready to wring her damn neck, but Luke quickly snatched me back, holding me in his arms.
         “Luke, let me go because this bitch has obviously lost her damn mind, calling me by my name,” I struggled to get out of his grasp. “You are whatever the fuck I want you to be! Bitch, slut, hoe, jump-off, thot, tramp, bottom feeder, cum sucker; you became everything of that nature when you laid down with my fucking fiancé, so choose your title and wear it bitch!” I yelled, completely pissed.
         “Yo, what the fuck is your problem? Why the fuck are you coming at me?” she yelled.
       “DON’T YOU DARE ASK ME WHAT MY PROBLEM IS WHEN YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT MY PROBLEM IS! IT’S BITCHES LIKE YOU AND MEN LIKE HIM THAT MAKE IT HARD FOR REAL WOMEN AND MEN! BOTH OF YOU ARE FUCKING PATHETIC, AND YOU DISGUST ME! IF YOU KNEW THIS MAN HAD HURT YOU ONCE BEFORE, YOU SHOULD HAVE WALKED AWAY! THIS MAN IS ENGAGED AND REGARDLESS OF HIM LAYING DOWN WITH YOU, HE HAS NO INTENTIONS OF EVER LEAVING ME OR MY CHILDREN, BUT YOU LAID WITH HIM AND YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM! HE CAN’T EVEN DEFEND YOU, BUT YOU ASK ME WHAT MY FUCKING PROBLEM IS! HOW ABOUT LOOKING A DAMN MIRROR FOR ONCE!” I roared with anger.
  By now, I was livid; but for the first time since I walked through that door, I didn’t see black nor red.  I didn’t want to kill anyone, not even Pleasure. I felt something that I haven’t felt since the night I lost my brother and Legacy walked away from me; I felt vulnerable and defeated. I was hurt and a piece of my heart had been broken, a big piece that Pleasure owned. I felt the tears welling behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. At that moment, I knew that I was done. This was the final damn straw. Luke had loosened his grip on me, and I slowly removed his arms from my waist as Pleasure stepped closer to me.
        “Khyia, baby please calm down and let’s talk about this like adults, please,” he pleaded, trying to reason with me.
        “I’m done talking because there is absolutely nothing left to say. Deontae, you have hurt me so bad that I can’t even cry about it and I honestly can’t take it anymore. I’m done, this engagement is off, and our relationship is over,” I replied calmly as I stared at him with glossy eyes.
          “Khy, no. I’m not letting you go, and I’m not letting you take off that ring again. I love you, I made a mistake, and I’m sorry please just—”
         “Sorry won’t cut it this time, Deontae. It just won’t cut it and laying up with a woman for four months after we lost our son is NOT a mistake. You have given another woman apart of you that was only supposed to belong to me and I just can’t do it anymore. You didn’t think of us, our relationship, nor our family before you did this, but you want me to stay and fix this. We can’t fix this,” I said as I slid off my ring and placed it in his hand. “There’s no need to let me go because I’m already gone. Goodbye, Deontae.”
  I turned to leave, but I stopped in my tracks and turned back to Chrissy as she stared at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
           “Please understand that you have not won anything in this situation. This man will never love you or be in love with you the way you are with him. Even though he cheated, his heart, his soul, his life, and his entire being is too engulfed in what we built or were building. My advice to you is to just move on with your life because the future you think or thought that you two would have doesn’t and won’t exist,” I said to her as tears fell from her eyes. “I’m not saying any of this to hurt you; I’m just simply stating a fact. There is no future in loving a man who is in love with another woman, it won’t work,” I added with sympathy.
   I took another look at Pleasure and shook my head before walking out of the door. There was nothing left to say, I was done and we were over.
        “Khy, are you ok?” Miracle asked as we headed back to the car.
         “I’m fine, Mir. This isn’t my first heartbreak, but I promise it will be my last. I just wish I would have listened to you and Luke instead of being blindsided by this bullshit,” I sighed.
         “I’m sorry that you had to find out about it this way, I just wish—”
        “Khyia, wait!” I heard Pleasure call me.
  I turned toward him with a blank stare as he walked toward me with a somewhat distant look in his eyes and for the very first time since we reconnected, I didn’t like the man that was standing before me. I didn’t even know who he was anymore.