Clouded Soul

33

~ Shauna

I marched into his room and find him laying fast asleep. The hell does he think he is? Sleep? Mother fucker doesn't even deserve the slightest wink. Had I not rolled me a big fat blunt before coming over here and drinking some Patron, I would've pulled this Smith&Wessons .9 mm out of my purse and used it. Instead I was more lenient.

"Wake yo fucking ass up bitch," I screamed into his ear as he slept and dragged him out the bed.

He woke up from his sleep looking petrified. I sat on his bed and watched him look around absolutely confused.

"Ms Shauna," he asked.

"Yes. I bet you're scared — why'd I pull you out of bed? How'd the hell I even get in your room? Well there's a simple answer: It doesn't fucking matter," I spat at him.

He looked at me funny for a minute. Still confused and it infuriated me. What kind of bastard rapes a girl? Obviously one of my bastards.

"Listen up, Marcus. If you ever so much as look at Mercy the wrong mother fucking way, I will make it my personal mission to come back to this fuck ass house and cut your little dick off. Oh, but why stop there?! I will shove that shit down your throat, stick my gun up your ass and them pull the trigger. I'm not playing and you know it. Think twice before you do something stupid because not everyone is with the shit," I say standing up.

"B-But wait —"

"Shut your goddamn dirty mouth. You're getting cut today too. Find another line of work Marcus. And if you think of hurting my son...I will definitely make sure that you suffer," I interrupt and before he could say another work I took my gun out and pistol whipped him unconscious.

Before leaving, I spat on his face and kicked him one good time in the dick for Mercy.

~ Mercy

I told Dominic everything and his reaction was way worse than Shauna's.

"What," he said barely above a whisper, "WHAT?! You must be FUCKING shitting me, Mercy. DEADASS MERCY? On God?"

I nod my head.

"M-Mercy...I swear if you're pulling my dick — nah yoooooooo. WHY AIN'T YOU TELL ME WHEN IT HAPPENED. I had that nigga in my face coolin with me! DAMMIT MERCY WHY?!"

I hide my face as I start crying. I was right, he was going to hate me. He does hate me. When I started sobbing he stopped yelling and sighed.

"Ma, look at me," he said.

Shaking my head, I moved away from him as he tried to pull my hands away.

"I knew I shouldn't have told you," I spat out, "You hate me — just go ahead and say it."

The bed creaked loudly and I looked just in time to see him snatch me up. I yelp and fight against him, trying to pull away. When I didn't stop, he pinned me down against the sheets.

"Get off," I screamed.

He clamped his hand over my mouth and yelled, "Shut up! The whole neighborhood gon hear you, gah damn."

I stopped yelling and he got off of me, grabbing my face and pulling it close to his.

"Why would I hate you? Huh? Oh that's right, I wouldn't. I'm just mad because you ain't tell me. Why the fuck would that make me hate you? If anything I hate myself because something told me to come up and I ignored it," he said kissing my cheek.

Dominic pulled me onto his lap, holding me tightly.

"You need anything? Want a massage? Nice, warm bubble bath? What about some food?"

I just cling onto him and shut my eyes. Honestly I could've just fell asleep in his arms but his phone interrupted my serenity.

"Imma get this real quick okay," he says and reaches for his phone.

"Speak...nah I'm good. I'm trying to chill right now...this is important too. Get someone else to do it!" His nose flared a bit.

"Dom..." I bite my lip.

He looks over at me, the phone still do his ear.

"Whatever...Text it to me," he says and hangs up. I expected him to jump back in bed with me but instead he shrugged on his jacket and some shoes.

"Dominic where are you going," I ask frowning at him.

"Sorry, but I have to go do something real quick. Promise I'll be back," he said kissing my cheek and heading for the door.

"Dom! Please — if you come back like last time I'll take you to the hospital. No if ands or buts — hospital," I say getting up and grabbing his arm.

He sighed and rubbed his face. Truth be told, I just wanted him to stay. I know it was selfish, but I needed him to stay.

"Come on now. It's not even that serious. I'll be just a minute — promise."

I groaned and shook my head.

"I want you to stay," I whine, "Just take me with you or something."

...

Sitting in the passenger's seat, I waited for Dominic to come back. He was taking a long ass time to get back which had me feeling a bit suspicious. Just as I was about to get out and go find him, he was coming back to the car. When he got back in, I looked him over. He didn't look hurt at all.

"You good, Ma," he asked, grabbing my thigh.

I didn't mean to, but I flinched. It was small but he still noticed. Although no words were said, I knew he felt some type of way. His jaw ticked for a second and then he sighed heavily before moving his hand to the steering wheel.

"Sorry," I mumble.

"It's fine. Let's just get home," he said with a shrug.

Here we go...