Playing With Fire (Lesbian)(Not Edited)

Chapter 13

After leaving the hospital, my mind was all over the place. I had to call my boss to let her know that I would be out of work for at least a week depending on what the doctor had to say. I felt just fine though but Casime argued that I needed to follow instructions. So here I was, three days later lying on the couch thinking about what to do about Janell.

Clearly, we needed to talk but I couldn't think of anything other than slapping the shit out of her. Most of this shit was her fault. If she was a more honest person, I wouldn't be in this shit! I regret meeting that distasteful human being and her irrational girlfriend. Both of those bitches are unstable.

"Here is your water." I grab the glass and sip it. She sat down next to me and grabbed the remote control.

"So what movie do you want to watch next?" Amari said sweetly. She has been here all day to make sure I am recovering properly. Even calling everyday to check on me. She really is sweet as candy but that only makes me wonder about what she could be keeping from me.

We have chemistry and being her friend is a breeze because she is considerate but what if her secret changes that?

"It's your turn but can I ask you a question?" I lay my head on her shoulder.

"Sure." She absentmindedly answered, she was scrolling through the list of movie titles.

"It's about your secret... is it something that you could handle if you were in my shoes?" She stopped scrolling and looked at me furrowing her eyebrows.

"Without knowing everything, no." I can tell admitting that out loud, hurt her. "I guess that's why I haven't pressed forward with pursuing you romantically." She shrinks away from me defensively. She even broke eye contact. Was it really that bad?

"I have given you plenty time-"

"And I know but I'm not ready-"

I cover her mouth with my hand, "you never will be if I don't push. I need to know what you are keeping from me Amari." I watched her eyes fill up with tears. What was she so afraid of? The feeling of fear and dread had hit me hard. I remove my hand and she shot off the couch and out my front door before I could stop her.

"AMARI!" What in the fuck is going? I know I should just drop it but I can't. I throw on some clothes, grab my phone and keys. I was halfway out the door when Casime caught my hand.

"You sure you want to do this?" Now that I had a second to think, was I ready for this? "If there is any doubt then don't go. I love you sis but if you aren't ready to face her skeleton's let her go now."

I looked at him, why did he look so damn guilty right now? "Do you know what is going on?"

He grabbed my hands and his eye's gave it away before he could even speak. "Just hear me out-"

I snatch my hands away and push him. "I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND!"

"Naomi, calm down. I wanted to tell you but she begged me not to." Before I could stop myself, I had pinned him to the wall, well more like he let me. I could take this shit from outsiders but not from him. I was furious with him and now her for causing this rift between us.

"I can't even talk to you right now. I am going to get some answers. DO NOT CALL ME!" I leave quickly before he could say anything else.

Somewhere during my aimless driving, I realized that this was insane. I can't just pop up at her house demanding answers. So I stopped a few houses down to collect my thoughts. I called her phone but again there was no answer. I toss my phone into my passenger seat, I waited for this big ford truck to pass. I pull out behind him, before I knew it he had pulled into Amari's driveway. So I pulled in behind him.

I felt a knot hit the bottom of my stomach but I got out anyway. I'm guessing he didn't see because he kept walking into the house. I close my car door, walk up to the front door and knock firmly.

"I got it." I hear a little voice say. A kid? Is that the- "hello miss." It was little girl. She was a beautiful little chocolate ballerina, with her little afro puffs. Her pastel pink tutu was a striking contrast to her smooth dark skin. Her smile was so bright and infectious.

"Hi, my name is Naomi. Is Amari here?" I ask her politely. Her little smile fell and she stood there confused.

"I don't know. I can ask my daddy." Then she took off running screaming for him.

I stood outside, studying the numbers on the house. No, this had to the right address, that was her car in the driveway. Well at least it looked just like it. I have only dropped her off here once. Plus it was dark so I could be wrong. I turn on my heels and started walking down the steps. I am going to call her again.

"Can I help you?" His deep voice startled me.

"Um- ye- yeah. I am looking for Amari. I'm- "

"Naomi." His face turned stone like. He looked so serious and irritated. He stepped outside and closed the door behind him. "Let me explain something to you, I don't care what she does but you are not supposed to be here. You know that."

"I think you got this all twisted. Amari is my friend. I just want to talk to her." Why was he so hostile? What is he talking about?

"No I don't have this twisted. Amari is my-"

"Jamar, stop." I didn't even notice the front door open, let alone her come outside with us.

"Amari, I came to see if you were okay. What's going on?" The man Jamar rolled his eyes like my presence was an inconvenience to his day or something.

"I'm fine Naomi but this really isn't the best time." She looked back and forth between me and him franticly.

"Amari, I tolerate the other stuff but this is not cool. She needs to leave." He said.

"Damn it Jamar, just go in the house. I'm not in the mood dude." What is going on?

"She doesn't know?" He leaned against the post casually.

"Know what?!" I whispered harshly so the little one wouldn't hear.

"Let's just talk in your car Naomi." She grabs my arm and tries to take me to my car.

"No let's just do it here. We are married." Jamari said boldly. Almost like he was proud to claim her while she looked irritated. I pulled away from her and looked at her sideways.

"Now before you say anything-" I couldn't even stop it. A tear slid down my cheek, why did this feel like she just spat in my face. I turn and jog away before the dam could burst. "Stop this right now and let me explain Naomi."

I jumped in my car and tried to close the door but Amari got in the way before I could.

"Talk to me. Say something. Anything." She pleaded.

I couldn't even think of what to say so I started my car. I reach for my car door again but she had pushed my hand away.

"NAOMI! SAY SOMETHING TO ME! SHIT JUST LOOK AT ME FOR A DAMN SECOND." Her voice cracked under the fear and panic.

"Get out of my fucking way before I hit you." I grumble angrily.

"You won't do that. I know you. Just let me tell you the entire truth before you leave then you can decide if you don't want to see me ever again. Please."

I slam my fist into my steering wheel repeatedly. "Fuck, Amari. I thought you were different. What in the fuck do I need to think about? Your bitch ass is married! To a fucking man! And you got a kid, too?! You are foul! Just get the hell out my way." I try to close the door and this time she jumps out the way quickly before I broke her leg with it.

I whip out of her driveway quickly. Before I knew it, I was balling my fucking eyes out speeding down a familiar road.

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