Bedroom Boom

Chapter 27

 Telay hummed the melody of Toni Braxton's song Let it Flow while preparing a meal for Taste. She thought of how different her life could have been if her mother had never met Flip. She wondered where her brother was. She wanted him so badly to come and save her from the dungeon she was in. When Telay had been a little kid, Telon would always hold her when she got scared or when she was sad. She wished he could hold her now. "God I miss you," she whispered, unaware that Taste was behind her.

"Who do you miss?" he asked walking closer to her.

"My mother! This is the song that was playing when I found her," she replied quickly.

Taste had been watching her extra close since she lost the baby. She did not express the anger she had towards him but he imagined it was a lot. He tried to do things to make her feel better. He brought her flowers, planned trips for her, begged for forgiveness and assured her that things would be better. She tried to act as if everything was okay but Taste knew her better than that. He took her car keys from her and restricted her of ever leaving the property. There were men who he paid to stay in his house to watch her. Pepsi had not known what happened to Telay's baby. After Taste convinced Telay that he and Pepsi slept together, Telay would not even talk to her. Taste had isolated Telay from any life without him and any communication he would not approve of. He even went as far as tapping her phone calls to be sure she had no type of communication he did not know about.

"I'm sorry you lost your mother. No child should have to go through any of that shit. I love you so much. I wish I could make it better." Taste told her. He wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her neck.

She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face as if she was being licked in the face by a dirty dog. It made her physically sick that Taste acted like he had so much love for her. He made it seem like he would be the one to protect her from all hurt, harm and danger. But he would only protect her from anyone else trying to hurt her. There was no one to protect her from him— the man who claimed to love her, the man who hurt her the most.

"Let me make you feel better," he suggested.

She was mentally removing herself from reality. She already knew that he wanted sex and what he considered making love was everything but for her it was nothing. He picked her up and carried her to the room. He undressed her slowly, kissing every inch of her body, telling her repeatedly how much he loved her, how grateful he was for her, and how bad he wanted her to have his son.

Once he was finished with his business he rested on top of her. "I have set shit up for you to go to the massage parlor today. I know you are still mad at me even though you act like shit sweet, but I will give you a baby. I promise. Don't stay mad at me forever. Take some alone time to think and get over it. I will see you when you come back." Taste explained, climbing off her to let her get up. He watched as she threw on her clothes, trying her hardest to hide her excitement. "Telay, I want you to be alone. If you want some company I'll go with you," he added.

Telay shook her head indifferently. When she finished putting her clothes on, he gave her his black-card to cover her expenses at the spa and walked her to the door.

The first thing Telay noticed when she got into the car was the driver. Telay knew all of Taste's workers by face and she had never seen the man who was driving her to the massage parlor. He was younger than most of Taste's men. He had to be in his early twenties. He looked more like a white, geeky, college boy than a chauffer. "What is your name?"

Telay asked. He hesitated to answer her as he pulled off. Then, after watching her wait for a response in his rearview mirror he answered her. "Harley."

"Harley! Like Harley Davidson?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay Harley. There's been a change of plans."

"With all due respect ma'am, my orders were to not make any extra stops."

"Okay could you do me a favor then?"

"As long as it does not cost me my job."

"I just need you to deliver a letter for me."

"I'm not into delivering letters."

"Please, I will pay you $20,000 just to make sure this letter gets to my sister. This is a life or death situation and I promise, if you do not tell anyone then no one will ever know that we had this conversation." She cried out desperately. He sat silently contemplating.

"Ma'am, I really shouldn't—"

"$30,000! I will give you $30,000. Please! I am in real danger and I do not have anyone else to help me. Please," she begged.

Harley sat anticipating whether he should help her or not. It did not take him long to realize that an extra thirty thousand dollars was something he needed. "Okay but I don't want any funny business. Hand me the letter."

"Thank you so much. I have to write it. I will leave it in the car when you drop me off and my sister will give you the money when you get there."

Harley's phone rang, interrupting their conversation. Telay smiled and begin to write the letter to Pepsi. She was so grateful to have his help. There was no other way to tell Pepsi everything that was going on in her life.

Hey Pep!

I have been hesitant to reach out to you because of what went down between you and Taste, but none of that matters right now. I don't got nobody else to reach out to. Please help me. Being Mrs. Taste is not what it seems like. It's torture! He had some of his friends do some type of sick ass abortion on me. He said she was not his because he can't make girls! I have to get away from him. He keeps putting his hands on me. I need a gun and I need you to bring me money. I need a cell phone too. One more thing, I need you to give Mr. Harley here $30,000. He is the only person I had to help me so the price is well worth it. Come see me Monday between 12pm and 2pm. Taste should be out. Order take out or something so you can get the gun and the money in the house. Do not blow this because it can cost us both our lives. Don't tell anyone what I have just told you. Not even Teflon. I will find a way to get in touch with you A.S.A.P

P.S I will always love you. You my bitch regardless.

"He says we are talking too much!" Harley told her once he hung up his phone.

Telay looked at him surprised. "What? Who?" she asked confused.

Harley looked down at his phone, hoping she would catch on to the fact that Taste was still on his phone. "Taste! He wants you to have alone time. I will do my job and you do yours." Harley replied.

Telay knew he was indirectly telling her that Taste was listening. Taste had a way of making her feel as if no matter what he was always there and always aware of what she was doing. I hope he doesn't find out, she thought, praying to God that Harley would still deliver the letter.