I Luv It(On Hold)

Chapter eight

Mariah

"Where were you?" Aug greeted me as soon as I walked into my room. I spent the night by Terry and when I woke up, we went for another round.

"I was with Keedy. You know this." I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom.

"No your ass was not with Kianna!" His low slow tone sent chills up my spine. He stood in the door way with his arms folded, and stared at me.

"Boy I told you I was with Kianna." I tried to make light of the situation. I pulled off my dress and panties, throwing them in the hamper.

"MARIAH!" Aug screamed, making me jump. "Where were you?" He softened his tone, walking over to me. "I tried calling you. You ain't hear you phone?" Aug pulled me close to him by wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Aug, leave me alone." I tried pushing him off, but he backed me into the wall.

"No baby, tell me where you was at." He spoke in a low voice. I kept moving my face, but he put his finger under my chin, looking me in my eyes.

"I was with some friends." I bit my bottom lip.

"Nah, you was with that nigga huh?" He followed my eyes.

"What nigga Aug?" I got an attitude. "Leave me the fuck alone! I'm tired of this shit!" I hit the wall.

"You know what I'm talking about." He smirked like he actually knew what happened.

"No I don't know!" I pushed him away from me, standing in the middle of the floor.

"Which one of my boys you fucked?" He glared at me. "What you thought I forgot?" He came closer to me.

"I don't know what you are talking about Aug. You are fucking crazy! Then you have the nerve to confront me?" I tried to put on a show like I hadn't done anything, but as far as he know, I didn't.

"Come here!" He jerked me to him.

"What the fuck are you doing!" I squirmed as Aug ran two fingers across my slit.

"Bruh! Just like I fucking thought!" He let me go, harshly.

I didn't respond. I knew what he found, and I knew I was caught. I couldn't deny that I'd been fucking.

"Who you fucking?" He asked holding up his left hand with my sticky fluids on his fingers.

"Baby I'm a grown ass woman!" I rolled my eyes and got in the shower. "And first of all, how many bitches have you fucked?" I looked at thin through the glass.

"I haven't fucked anyone since I asked to marry you!" He spoke trying to defend himself.

"That wasn't nothing, but a few hours ago! That's my fucking point! You can do what the fuck you want, but let me do something, and I'm wrong!" I started to wash my body.

"That ain't even the point! You got me out here looking like a fucking fool when I'm being true to you, but you fucking other niggas!" He walked close to the shower.

"You know why I fuck him?" I asked a rhetorical question. Aug looked at the ceiling like he was trying not to buck. "I fuck HIM because I wanted YOU to see how it feels!" I washed the soap from my body.

"See it don't feel good to put your heart on the line and the person person you do it for couldn't care less. That shit don't feel good do it?" I started to lather my body again.

"I'll see you later." Aug walked off with his fist balled up. I knew he was mad, but I wanted him to know how it felt.

Honestly, I felt horrible for having sex with Terry. I mean that is his best friend, but I wanted him to know how bad it hurt. It hurts when the person you love with everything in you couldn't care any less about your feelings. It hurts, and I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't.

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Aug hasn't been back since our lil conversation earlier, and for the most part I don't care. It is what it is.

"Cause you ain't got

A half a million dollar condo

And you ain't got

A hundred thousand dollar car

But you got a billion dollar body

Trust me I know

You keep it hood no matter where you are cause girl you from the ghetto.

Love em from the ghetto."

"Hello" I answered.

"Bitch turn to the news!" Keedy screamed.

"Which one?" I reached for my remote.

"Channel 4 bitch hurry up!" She screamed.

"This is just in Terry Davidson, head accountant for the New Orleans Saints, was shot down on the 2900 block of General De Gaulle on the Westbank. Davidson was pronounced dead at the scene, but his body was carried to Tulane where it was confirmed. So far no one has come forth with any information, but cameras saw a 2000 red Toyota Camry. If you have any information about this crime, please contact NOPD's offices!" The young news reporter spoke to the screen.

"Oh my god!" I screamed. I felt my body trembling. I was just with him, and now he's dead.

"Mariah I'm coming over right now ok?" Keedy spoke in a calm tone. "I want you to stay in your room ok?" I couldn't answer her, my mind was shot. "I'm about to hang up, but I'm coming!" She held on for a few seconds before hanging up the phone.

My phone fell out of my hands, how could this happen? How could it be that I was just with Terry this morning, and now he's gone. I felt like I was dreaming, there was no way this could be true.

"Mariah!" I heard Keedy screaming as she stomped up the stairs. "Baby girl, I'm so sorry!" She waked in my room and came to my bed. I must've been in my own world because when I looked at the clock I'd spoken to Keedy thirty minutes ago.

"He's gone. I feel so bad." I cried into her chest.

"It's gonna be ok. He's in a good place now. This world is evil!" She patted my back.

"I can't believe that he's dead. It doesn't seem right." I shook my head. "I can't....." I started to cry again. This shit was too much.

"I know, baby just relax. Try and get some sleep I'ma wait right here ok." She fixed my pillow and I laid myself down. Usually it took forever for me to fall asleep, but tonight ass soon as I laid my head on on the pillow my body went unconscious.

"I'ma see you tomorrow Ri. Love you!" Keedy kissed my cheek.

"Why are you leaving?" I whispered. I blinked my eyes a few times trying to focus on her.

"I'm here baby." Aug spoke up. He walked over to me and sat down.

"Iight. Thanks Keedy. I love you." I sat up in the bed.

"See y'all." She walked out of the bedroom.

"I'm so sorry Aug. I know that was your best friend." I hugged him, but he wasn't receptive to my hug, but he held me close.

"See, I kill behind you!" He whispered in my ear before letting me go. I sat in my bed staring at him, but he didn't budge. "How many other niggas you fuck will be how many body bags the city will need. I told you that pussy was mine and mine alone!" He stood up and walked out the door.

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I owed you all an update! I'm sorry my week has been overly busy, and I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything this weekend because of MARDI GRAS!!!!

If you didn't know I'm from New Orleans, and I'm about to turn the hell up!

Excuse my mistakes: spelling, punctuation, etc.

I love y'all!