21 and ready for law school -- Aisha's eyes are finally opening to see the true darkness that lies inside herself and Delontae. What will she do about it??
"LOVE is real.. I wanna be living for the love for you... I know that I'm living for the love of you... all that I'm giving is for the love of you. You got me girl..."
SONG: FOR THE LOVE OF YOU BY THE ISLEY BROTHERS
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THIS IS THE POV OF AISHA TOLLIVER
I'm doing this shit. At 21. I've got my man and my sons, and now all I need is this degree.
Complete... And this will complete my dissertation. My final... I meant complete my final dissertation.. yeah. That's it. Oh Lawd, I'm gone fuck it up. I yawn and rub my eyes. My dissertation. I gotta finish it...
"Aisha. Isha..." I smile when I hear his voice, dreaming that my husband is calling my name.
"Isha! Come on baby, come to bed."
My eyes open and focus on burning candles... and I realize Tae is trying to pick me up. I fell asleep at my computer. My eyes buck and I grab him. Delontae! My man is home!
"Tae, hey baby -- when you get here?" I'm so glad to see him. This my fuckin' crazy ass psycho goon. I just love him.
"Just now," he mumbles back to me kissin' my lips. I try to regroup with him gripping my nightshirt by the waist, pulling me to him. He so obsessed. And I love it.
"Come on baby. I need it," Delontae growls up against me like he crazy. He ain't even got in the door good. But I'm used to it.
My husband...
He so crazy. For real. He ain't got no sense, just a violent thug.
And I'm the object of Delontae Tolliver's twisted, compulsive, obsessive and dark affection. And that comes with a whole, lotta shit. And I know I would be dead by now, if I wasn't just as crazy right back.
But I love this nigga. He's my everything.
I drop my head on his chest, relieved. He's back from New York in one piece. And I've been bustin' my ass these past few weeks, trying to graduate from college with honors to make him proud of me. And I can't believe it -- but I made it through Spelman, two semesters early -- and with three bad ass sons. And I'm just 21 years old.
"Where Zo?" I drowsily ask about my 3 year old, that I named after my daddy: Lorenzo Butler.
"In the bed wit Tay Tay sleep. I missed you gull, take this shit off" Tae commands, takin' off my clothes--
"Nun unh nigga-- I'm too sleepy baby, you gotta gimme a minute -- I swear to God Tae, I'm gone tear dat dick up, if you just gimme bout two hours," I tell him, wipin' slob off my face. He starts laughin' at me.
"You look tired as hell," he tells me and kisses my face.
"I missed you, so much." I grab him when we get in the bed. And he's used to it too: he just lets me roll him over so I can get up under his doot and kiss on his back to get to sleep. I wrap my arms around him from behind, and he grabs my hands.
