Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction/ iii.

I creep in the apartment. Every sound is enchanced. From the front door squeaking alive to my feet crunching the carpet beneath me.
"Cell?" I yell. No reply. I poke my head in the master bedroom. My eyes dart all over the room for him. Not a soul to be seen or heard.

I breathe out. He's probably making a run, only the lord knows when he'll be back. I toss my phone and the keys on the kitchen counter and double back to the bathroom for a hot shower.

I turn on the shower to the highest heat setting and peel off my clothes reeking of T's signature bergamot cologne and tabacco leafs. I even smell like I been with another nigga.

I step in and the water seemingly washes my anxiety away. I let the water patter and slide off my skin and penetrate my curls. Fog clams to the two windows, including the door and I bask in solitude. The water slides between the cracks and crevices of my pussy, like it was washing away it's recent history. I reach for the shampoo and massage it into a lather on my head and closed my eyes. The foam slipped between my eyes and down my face.

It wasn't too long in massage before I heard the door creaked on.
"Hello? Jade?" I call out my terrier's name.

No reply. I shrug it off and continue. I bend over to rinse out my hair. A draft of cold air strikes my body as my ears capture the shower door flying open when with water digging in its tunnels.

A cold hand clutch my arm and I'm thrown from the actual shower like I was nothing and slam into the sink. I try to open my eyes to no avail. Shampoo blinds me and I scream out.

"So where the fuck was you?"

My heart sinks. I rush to wipe my eyes free but he pins my hands to the counter, bending back my elbows. I whimper out in one breath, "I got caught up with my friend.. We had a few drinks and I slept at her place!"

"But didn't I tell your stupid –" I feel a blow to my stomach. The wind is knocked out of me. I slowly begin to hunch over before his boot lifts my chin back up. I crack open my eyes to blurry and reddened vision, tears streaming down my face.
"–Ass to come home in 30? Why you ain't answer my texts then?!"

"I was drunk. I haven't seen her in a while so we just chopped it up," I plead, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

His boot slips from under my chin and I hang my head, defeated. His hand comes clean across my face and the sting echoes throughout my body.

"Stupid ass bitch. Clean yourself up and get to the bedroom."

I nod. I weakly stand and clutch my stomach in throbbing pain. I use to the towel rack as a crutch to get back im the shower and rinse off the rest of the shampoo out of my face and shoulders.

I meet him in the bedroom with a fluffy towel wrapped around my body. He glances at me, then focuses back to the TV.
"Sexy ass." He smile.

I half smile and get to the bed, sliding beside Cell.

"You said you was gone do something?"

I perk up my eyebrow in confusion.

He points at his erection.

Like a job, I lay down and don't say a word as I unzipped his jeans. Disgust grumbles in my stomach and my hands touched lightly on his dick in disapproval. Flashbacks rush to my mind of T, us making love and it makes it just that less of a chore to suck. My pussy and body quivering in mere ectasy as he penetrated and viciously ate me. I imagined it was his dick my thick lips wrapped around and pleasured. His moans filling my hearing. Uncomfortably, a rainforest forms between my very legs and I squirm in place.

"You ain't never been to in it like this before."  He comments between grunts and I'm thrown out the zone. I lift, wiping my mouth free of dripping spit and pre cum.
"It just tastes so yummy." I plaster a robotic smile upon my face and go back in. His hand abruptly slam down on my head and I asphixate severely. I try to pull but he holds my head still.

"Guess I deserve it after last night." He says. Tears rush to my eyes and vomit barges my throat. I empty my stomach all over his lap, my belly contracting in and out in intense pain. The blanket and his basketball shorts stain with bile and the fabric reeks of yesterday's pre digested food.
"Dog what the fuck?!" Cell flops to the floor and bolts for the bathroom, chunks of vomit falling off his clothes. I rush after him, embarrassed and ashamed, "Oh my fucking god baby I'm so –"
His palm connects to my cheek and I fly to the stone tiles. My elbow breaks my fall and I let out a pained yelp. With every blink, a fresh tear drips down my stinging, reddened cheeks.

He strips to his boxers. "Damnit!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I baby my elbow.

Cell twists the shower knob and turns to me. "You been testin' me these last couple days, Diamond... I'm telling you you only got so many strikes left."

"I'm sorry, Marcel. You choked me..." I apologize again and wipe my flooding tears away. Stiffening a sob.

He sighs before stepping in the running shower. "My fault for hittin' you."