DOUBLE STANDARDS

Chapter 9

Brit
Tiffany hadn't called me texted me or anything since I saved her from getting killed by J man. I had drove past her house every night after work just to see her shadow in the window. But tonight she had company, I couldn't make out a face but the body frame definitely suggested it was a man. I sat in my car across the street and watched them talk in the windows as they walked around the house. He walked behind her talking with his hands in a pleading matter like he was asking for me "Why haven't you called Brit? He's right outside and he really needs to talk to you". I watched them walk from the living room to the kitchen, the open window allowed me to see Tiffany's beautiful face. I unzipped my pants as she looked out of the window at nothing in particular but I imagined she was looking at me. I stroked my erect penis as her lips slowly moved responding to whoever her company was. I felt my body lifting as I prepared myself to explode. I opened my eyes wanting to see that pretty face, instead I saw J man kissing the lips that belonged to me. I was confused and furious, I hadn't talked to J man but from my understanding he was overly done with Tiffany. From my understanding he didn't want anything to do with her but as I watched them passionately kiss I knew that was all a lie. I knew she forgave him for harming her, I knew he wanted her to forgive him. I knew that this would not happen to me again, I would not allow Brit's feelings to be the least of everyone's worries anymore. Tonight was the night I would get back at this family for constantly taking from me, tonight I would get my revenge.

Tiffany
Yes officer I have been seeing both of them for a while now, Jasmine and I were in my living room when we heard footsteps in the hallway. I was standing in the middle of a group of police officers telling them about the events of tonight. Jasmine reached for his gun but once he saw it was Brit he put it back in his jeans. "What you doing here man?" Jasmine asked. "We've been seeing each other for a while now and I refuse to let you take someone else from me Jasmine." Brit knew just how much it annoyed J man being called Jasmine. Confusion and shock covered his face as he asked Brit to repeat what the hell he'd just said. When Brit looked Jasmine in the eyes and slowly started to repeat himself they started fighting. I tried to break it up but when I accidentally was hit the second time I let them fight. Brit was no match for Jasmine so when he stumbled into the kitchen counter He grabbed a knife. They fought for it and even though Jasmine's gun was still on his hip he never pulled it out. I honestly don't think he wanted to kill Brit he just wanted to rough him up but Brit's intentions weren't the same. He stabbed Jasmine in the back multiple times letting the knife plunge deeper and deeper each time. When he finally snapped out of his trance he panicked and attempted to stop the blood but there was too much. He reached for Jasmine's gun and said "I'll never be able to explain this to my family"  then shot his self in the head. "Ok, That was good bae but don't give too much detail that shit makes the cops become suspicious." Me and Cash had been plotting revenge on our brothers since they fucked him over with that cheap ass lawyer they got him. He left them all of the money he had saved up for them and they spit in his face by showing they didn't care enough about his freedom to hire a decent attorney. I met him a few years back, we were pen pals for a year before we saw each other in person. We would send our mail through my best friends boyfriend so never did we put two and two together. I used my middle name Jordan and he used his alias Money. It wasn't until our first visit (back then I would wear my hair in the short Mary J cut) that we instantly knew we were related. He looked at me sitting across from him and the first thing he asked after a small silence was, did I still want to marry him? I was beyond in love with him that was all I was hoping he would say. I leaned across the table kissing him for the first time crying tears of joy as I said yes. My love for him ran so deeply that when he told me about what Brit and Jasmine had done I didn't hesitate to carry out his plan. As we sat in the visitation room he wanted to be sure my story was air tight. I looked at him my brother, my husband and best friend and I couldn't imagine my life without him. He made me numb to everything but him, I wanted to do the honors of killing them both so he would know I'd do anything for him. When I convinced Brit to put the knife down as soon as he picked it up I knew this was the perfect night to execute our plan. I had to take Jasmine out first because he was the harder target. He and Brit sat on the couch talking, making amends about the entire situation when I came out of the kitchen with their drinks and the knife. I would have to move fast, working off of pure adrenaline I shoved the knife deep into Jasmine's back as Brit jumped up crying from fear. There was no stopping now I wouldn't not let Cash down. Brit was as gullible as I knew he was. When I looked out the kitchen window earlier and spotted his car across the street, I knew tonight would be the night. Every little detail had been planned to the T and all I needed was for them to be as desperate as I knew a mans pride would allow them. Brit cried "What are you doing Tiff?" as I walked slowly around the couch still holding that knife. I wanted Brit's death to be faster the crying and pleading I could do without. In the blink of an eye I dropped the knife onto the floor and snatched Jasmine's gun out of his holster. I fired the gun so fast sending a bullet into the side of his head that he never saw it nor death coming. He fell backwards onto the couch and that's when the real plan took place. I had to be sure this double homicide looked like a crime of passion and a suicide. It was a long night but as I clean and positioned bodies accordingly, all I could think about was finally getting my baby the justice he needed. The officer came over to tell us our visit was up and we kissed and said goodbye. As I watched him walk away with the guard I knew I loved him, knew I would do anything for him. I just hoped when he said,
"There's just one more person that has to pay, everything would be different if the motha fucka would have cared enough." I hoped he would think about it, I hoped he would have a change of heart. The hardest thing would not be killing anyone, I'd proved I had no problem doing that.  The hardest thing would be killing our mother for him. But I was the wife of a killer and his blood ran through my veins, so if he said it had to be done it had to be done.