Swapped

Chapter 32

Khalil

I most of dozed off after finally making love to my baby Natasha. I opened my eyes and the room was still dark. I went to move but my hands were still cuffed to the bed. “Natasha” I called out but there was no answer. I jumped when I heard a male voice say. “Sup pussy ass nigga I told your pops he couldn’t protect you forever."  WTF I tried jumping up but I was strapped down and blind folded. The next thing I knew I was being punched mercilessly. One of my hands must not have been strapped good,  because I was able to move it to cover my face.  I hollered in pain as I was kicked and punched so hard I saw stars. I was still blind folded to so I could not see my attackers. With my free hand I tried to yank the blindfold off but suddenly there was a pillowcase over my head and I was struggling to breathe while I was still being kicked and punched. Oh my God Natasha what did they do to her I was thinking right before a blow to the head knocked me unconscious. Natasha please be okay was the last thought I remembered before I slipped into the darkness. 

“Tee Tee” I yelled and she looked back. “Tee Tee please don’t do it I’m sorry” but she spread her wings like a bird and she jumped. “No Tee Tee no!” I ran to the ledge and looked over. Tee Tee was face down and there was blood surrounding her face. I started breathing heavy, hyperventilating. I rushed to the door and pulled it open. I could already hear the sirens in the near distance this was all my fault. This was all my…….

“Khalil, Khalil can you hear me Mr. Richards. My name is Doctor Lawrence and your at Regional Hospital. You were attacked last night or during the early morning. Your parents have already been contacted and are on the way. Your jaw has been wired shut so blink if you can understand me” the doctor ordered. I blinked my eyes and tried to focus. What happen I was…where was I? I couldn’t remember anything. They did a number on me. I had broken ribs and a fractured collar bone. The doctor said he could not believe the extent of my injuries. I had a punctured lung, I was fucked up. How ironic was it for him to say “You would think with your injuries that you had fallen off a mountain or a tall building, like you been hit my a truck. Somebody was pretty mad” I was good though I felt like that ass whipping was past due. They gave me a pen and I wrote Natasha. This was the first thing I handed  my father when he came in as well.  I scribbled her number down. My father called the number and placed the phone on speaker The number you have dialed is no longer in service. If you think you reached this number in error please hang up and try your call again. Now I was really getting concerned. My phone was broke and her number was the only one I memorized. She would have been here something is wrong very wrong did they hurt her was she somewhere afraid, scared. Once the nightly news aired and my name was announced Rock’s mom showed up making a fuss over me and pops was drooling over her. I gave her a piece of paper saying Natasha. His mom called Trinity and I listened as much as I could to the conversation until she said Oh really! Into the cellular and stepped out the room. She didn’t come back for awhile at least an hour because that’s how long it would take to get here driving from the campus and Rock was with her. He walked up to me and shook his head. I could tell he had a million things going through his mind but he said nothing. He just sat in a chair across from me.  I waited until my father went chasing behind him mom before I wrote Natasha on a piece of paper and handed to him. He set on the edge of the bed. ”Khalil she fine. You need to worry about yourself right now” I frowned and looked at him like I didn’t understand. He rubbed his head and finally he said “Lil she not who you thought she was”  he said. What the hell does that mean, she not who I thought she was. Rock talk to me is what I wanted to say you my boy what’s up. It was like he understood. He pulled out his cell phone and went to his Facebook app. “I need your password to all your accounts Khalil” he said. Now I was really confused. Did he want to tell my thousands of friends I was okay, fuck that this about Natasha don’t change the subject. Then I understood when he held up a video that it appeared I posted. Did I do that did I post a video of me and Natasha. What the fuck I thought as I see Natasha performing oral sex. Nah I would never do that to her not after Tee Tee. Who done this, she must be furious. I watched her slide up and kiss me. Then she turned around and slid down on my penis from behind. Who was recording but then I saw it as the camera man came around to the front. I saw the penis! What the fuck I started crying that’s a dude no! No no no what the hell I was fucking the hell out of a man! I started trying to get up but I couldn’t move due to my injuries. Rock pushed me back down on the bed and handed me a paper and pen “passwords!” I scribbled my password down but it had already been 48 hours. The video had been shared already 432 times. Now it was clear he was set up. He had trusted the wrong person and ended up beaten and broken. Wow just like Tee Tee I lay back staring at the ceiling crying. I loved Natasha and she played me from the get go. The video had been cut and edited but the fact was people would not care all they would see is me and …… him. I rolled over and started to vomit and Rock yelled for a nurse.

I could take the ass whipping and I guess I deserved the video I could live with that too, but Natasha being fake and being behind this when I had intentions on making her my wife. I just wanted to know why and it hurt like hell. It took six weeks for my jaw to heal and the police were no closer to finding my attackers. My wires were removed and instead of going back to school I dropped out. The humiliation was way to much to bare. My father understood and suggested I go to the community college back home but that was a joke. No way was I going back to my hometown. My Uncle and Aunt came to see me but with them having a set of twins and my Uncles, wife’s sister came to live with them so there was no room. I called the only person that I could think of my mom. She invited me to live with her and helped me to enroll in community college. The only person I kept in contact with was Rock. After I saw some of the comments on my social media accounts I deleted them all but not before I did something that I had not done the whole time I was dating Natasha I looked her up on facebook. Her page was not set to private so I scrolled through. Her last post was on the day  the video was posted on my page and it simply said Happy birthday Tee Tee I will love you for life. Underneath was several pictures. One of her and Tee Tee in diapers and a tee shirt sitting under the Christmas tree surrounded by gifts. Another when they looked to be about seven up in a tree. And the last was a picture dated a few weeks before the suicide that said my favorite cousin for life. In the back ground the guy that I had ……… you know stood to the side giving bunny ears. Now I see how or why she reminded me of her so much. Now I understood why she done what she done. It did not make it hurt any less. I felt crazy like I needed to be on medication because like Tee Tee I felt like jumping. I went to messenger and sent her a message

I know why you done it. I deserved it and I’m not mad I forgive you.

Have a nice life

Love always Khalil

I never tried to contact her again after that. For what? What was there left to say to each other after that. I was forced to see a shrink by my mom because my depression had got unreal.. I never left my room and one day I just said screw it I was tired and I wanted it to end. I wasn’t living I was simply existing. I felt like I had swapped places with Tee Tee and I really understood how she ended up on that ledge. I wanted to feel what it felt like to stand there and let it all go and just jump.