stay true or else ( lesbian story)

first truth (part one)

TRISH

I watched you for days.
wondering how you made your coffee today?
Did you sleep alright last night?
I wonder what's your name?

Zion and I made love 4 times last night. I feel something for her. She isn't just a fuck. she means something to me, I just cant put my finger on it yet so I dipped out before she awoke. I don't have time for them questions that would surface over breakfast. feeling a little hungover I made it to the parking structure to coast home.
I walked into my townhome. tip-toed in I slipped into bed beside her and dozed off.

Z I O N

"thump" the sound of my body from falling out the bed sounded as bad as it felt.
I groaned as I lifted my body up to Stand on my two feet hungover and all.
No calls or messages from Trish. I cleared the other calls and reached for the bottle of Hennessy left over from last night. Chee: z, you on the mic tonight?
Zion: nah I got some errands to handle. Expect me Friday.
I don't even have any new material anyways. My body is still crying out for pleasure as I think of Trish biting on my collar bone. Stepping out on the balcony , I thank god for the day as I take in Downtown Detroit.
We're into fall. I thought as I lit a blunt to put me on the right route.
Her vibe was different last night, it was like she didn't know me anymore just because of the location
Like she didn't see me the same. Maybe I was too pushy for our first night but she promised me things would Be different and we're already apart, I don't want to be separated from someone I love, If that's the case I could've just stayed with Renz. I have to stop thinking about her.. I thought as I began to rummage through my suitcase. I need to be thinking about seeing my papa.

"Papa!" I yelled as I banged on my fathers door. "Papa, op- a woman I never seen before swung the door open. "Can I help you?'' She asked as she twisted her lips. " Is Zane here?" "and you are?' "Is my father home?"
Her eyes widen.when all I wanted to do was push her out the way. "umm, you can come on in but your father doesn't live here anymore" "what?" I asked as we walked in the home I used to feel safe in. It didn't look the same though, something was different. I began to walk to where he and mama barely slept. "Excuse me , but he isn't here any longer" the woman said as I opened the door to see it empty. " where's my daddy?" I turned to look at her.
"Im sorry he passed.. he's gone" "what?" I screamed charging at the lady grabbing her up by her shirt. "how long?, and who are you?" She began to cry, "I was his wife .. denise... please" I let her go and held my stomach in disbelief. "he died two months ago , we couldn't find you Zion.." "Lady, you knew who I was before you even opened the door, and no one could find me in New York, I'm fucking listed, yo!" " he must've warned you about me , told you I wasn't shit"
Denise didn't say anything but silence can almost answer anything. "I will be back" I said as I walked out to the car.
What type of woman did he settle for after mama? Slamming the door to my Benz I feel like tearing it up.
"FUCK YOU"! I screamed while beating the horn. "fuck you papa for marrying a woman who really thought you hated me"

J A Z E L L E

"damn baby" Trish whispered as I continue to roll my hips. She's been hooked for ten years and I'm wondering if she's ready to give her baby a baby.
In the middle of the floor of our bedroom , my wife skin so close to mine. We're dancing. I never knew God would bless me with such a love. I love that people search for their whole lives.
"baby" I whisper to her.
"uh huh" she answers with an aroused tone.
"i been thinking about a addition to you and I"
Trish cracked a smile.
"Jazelle, it's not time right now.. I'm home and I just wanna focus on us and our shit , babies is a distraction"
That was a crusher ,
"come on baby I'll stay at home and-
"Jazelle , is your head on straight? You cant play house.. you chose your poison already"
She stopped me in my baby fever tracks.
My phone began to ring. Trish exhaled and stepped back.
"talk" I spoke quickly into the phone
"green light"
"spoken"
I said as I hung up the call.
"you chose your poison" Trish repeated as she rummaged through the fridge.
"adoption maybe?"
"still a baby zelle"
I sighed and walked to our bedroom.
Will it always just me and my wife , no other lives to put lives into?

The night is where stories began and end,
Mostly end.
In my all black suit with my curly hair pinned up. I'm spending my night in one of the best hotel lobbies
Sipping on a mai tai, a nice looking black man sits beside me.
"Hi pretty"
I smiled "well, hello" I said
He looked at my hand for rings that didn't appear , not even a tan.
Trish and I decided the tattoo's on our vagina of each others name meant eternity.
"so hows your night going so far , you see the bulls won by 115 , so thats a great start." He pulled that game out of a text message from one of his cooler friends I bet
I smiled even harder.

"see , the bull practiced well for that , it made it perfect, seems like you been practicing too" I laughed as he looked embarrassed. "now I owe you a drink for busting me" He joked back and the flash of his white teeth made the price go up even more. The waiter handed me a new long island as my new friend slipped me his room key and walked off.
I exhaled as I sucked the long island even harder through the straw. The waiter tried to ignore me , but it wasn't working he was all in. I left him $100 so he could mind his fucking business later. "Room 416" I whispered as the elevator dinged like a bell in reality but in my mind like a stopwatch. These fucking cameras better be sprayed out I thought to myself about my team and how messy they can be at times though right now there is no time to think of messy ass employees.

I rolled my eyes and used the key to greet my new "bulls lover" friend.
"I didn't even know if you were coming or not" he said with his back facing me
ready to receive the best pussy he has ever had on mother earth.
"too bad I did" a soft "pew" sound fell from my silencer and there he was in the puddle of his own blood.
Fuck , I didn't mean to be so messy ....

T R I S H

"you need to be worrying about my money" I spoke softly but with seriousness, I didn't want to wake Brittney bad ass kids.
We sat in her two bedroom apartment off 6mile. She scoffed "why wont you just write it off? You been gone for months.. on that bullshit. I don't see why you have to hunt me down for 3 stacks, I mean.. give me a break"
She must be out her fucking mind. I found her , I made her. Now she has the fucking nerve to ask me to write her off like she isn't the bitch I saved.
"I want 4 in 24hrs Brittney"
I stood up walking towards the door as she yelled and shouted , her babies began to cry. I could hear the muffled "fuck you's" behind her front door that she practically kicked closed. Her cries don't mean shit to me , a hoe owes me money and I want it. It belongs to me and she belongs to me. Period. Sitting in the car I exhaled thinking about Zion. I missed her and its been 3 days since the last time I seen her at the hotel.
Zion: I need to talk, there is nothing here... not even you (monday 12:17am)
Me: I'll pull up later (today , now)
I know she's out of her element , and shit but you know people make choices for you when it really should have been for themselves and then somehow its your fault. Im hoping this isn't that situation. I think about Zion more than my wife that doesn't exist really these days. She's talking about a baby I'm no mother , and I'm not ready to be a father yet it's just easier without having someone on your damn hip that's her dream, not mine. We've been married for 5 years together for another 5, I love her but that's all I can think of right now.