something? I stood up and walked to the hallway and saw Keith walking in with two Louis Vuitton bags.
“Where’s my, honey?” he asked locking the door after placing his bags down.
“He’s at the concert.” I told him as I took my place on the couch. I didn’t want him coming in and controlling the TV like he usually did. He knew I didn’t have a room and the only space I had was in the living room on the couch. Yet some days he would bogart the TV and stretch out on the couch knowing full well I didn’t have anywhere else to go in the apartment. And then when Miss Wayne wasn’t home, he forbade me from going in his room. It’s like he really didn’t want me here or he wanted me to kiss his ass like it was his place. “Him and Parade left about forty minutes ago.”
“He cook?” he eyeballed my full breasts.
“Yeah.” I said focusing on the movie. He was making me uncomfortable. This was weird. Why is he staring at me like this? Prior to now I thought he didn’t have any feelings for me either which way. So what changed?
“Won’t you warm me up something to eat real quick?”
“Okay.” I felt defeated as I handed him the remote. I guess me and my baby wouldn’t have that plate in the microwave after all.
“I don’t need the remote, I’m good.” He sat it down beside him. “You can have the TV when you come back. Besides, I’d rather watch you instead.”
Suddenly having the TV wasn’t important to me anymore. I was lost and didn’t know how to take him. I couldn’t go into their room because I didn’t belong. I couldn’t stay out here because I would be in the way. I wish I never let my apartment go. I warmed up the plate and reluctantly placed it on the table in front of him.
“Salt?”
“Huh?” I responded wiping the water from rinsing his plate on my night pants.
“Where’s the salt?” he asked digging into his meal finally taking his eyes off of me.
“Oh…I’m sorry, I’ll bring it now.”
I walked back in the kitchen trying to figure where I could go and who I could call. I was so far away from D.C. that nobody would want to pick me up. And outside of Miss Wayne, I didn’t have any true friends. Everyone I’d associated myself with now was into drugs. I was trying to get away from everything but people make it hard. Keith is making it hard.
I placed the salt and pepper on the table and sat at the far end of the couch. With Stomp The Yard still on, I watched the part where the lead character in the movie introduced himself online after recently being accepted into the fraternity. I hoped and prayed Keith wouldn’t do anything to compromise me and the love I had for Miss Wayne.
When he was done eating he said, “So how’s the drug thing comin’ along?”
“I’m doin’ good.” I explained looking at him briefly before returning my eyes to the moving objects on TV. I was no longer able to focus on what was going on or what was being said.
“Come sit by me,” he said patting the cushion next to him.
“I’m good over here,” I smiled looked at him briefly before turning away.
Reaching in my direction he repeated, “I said come sit next to me.” He demanded grabbing my wrist.
I could tell he wasn’t applying a lot of pressure now but my wrist still hurt. Didn’t he know I was HIV positive? Or had Miss Wayne concealed it from him?
“I’m positive.”
“What?”
“I’m HIV positive.” I sat next to him like he requested. I was trembling. Next he forced me on my knees and I was directly in front of him.
“So am I.” He smiled as he unzipped his pants stroking his extra large penis. “I just want you to suck it. And suck it good.”
I knew he was lying about being positive and probably figured this was some sort of attempt to make him stop. It was, but I was also telling the truth. I’m HIV positive and if he persisted, he’d be positive too.
“Please don’t make me do this.” I begged as he placed his hand behind my head, his penis completely out. “I
“Where’s my, honey?” he asked locking the door after placing his bags down.
“He’s at the concert.” I told him as I took my place on the couch. I didn’t want him coming in and controlling the TV like he usually did. He knew I didn’t have a room and the only space I had was in the living room on the couch. Yet some days he would bogart the TV and stretch out on the couch knowing full well I didn’t have anywhere else to go in the apartment. And then when Miss Wayne wasn’t home, he forbade me from going in his room. It’s like he really didn’t want me here or he wanted me to kiss his ass like it was his place. “Him and Parade left about forty minutes ago.”
“He cook?” he eyeballed my full breasts.
“Yeah.” I said focusing on the movie. He was making me uncomfortable. This was weird. Why is he staring at me like this? Prior to now I thought he didn’t have any feelings for me either which way. So what changed?
“Won’t you warm me up something to eat real quick?”
“Okay.” I felt defeated as I handed him the remote. I guess me and my baby wouldn’t have that plate in the microwave after all.
“I don’t need the remote, I’m good.” He sat it down beside him. “You can have the TV when you come back. Besides, I’d rather watch you instead.”
Suddenly having the TV wasn’t important to me anymore. I was lost and didn’t know how to take him. I couldn’t go into their room because I didn’t belong. I couldn’t stay out here because I would be in the way. I wish I never let my apartment go. I warmed up the plate and reluctantly placed it on the table in front of him.
“Salt?”
“Huh?” I responded wiping the water from rinsing his plate on my night pants.
“Where’s the salt?” he asked digging into his meal finally taking his eyes off of me.
“Oh…I’m sorry, I’ll bring it now.”
I walked back in the kitchen trying to figure where I could go and who I could call. I was so far away from D.C. that nobody would want to pick me up. And outside of Miss Wayne, I didn’t have any true friends. Everyone I’d associated myself with now was into drugs. I was trying to get away from everything but people make it hard. Keith is making it hard.
I placed the salt and pepper on the table and sat at the far end of the couch. With Stomp The Yard still on, I watched the part where the lead character in the movie introduced himself online after recently being accepted into the fraternity. I hoped and prayed Keith wouldn’t do anything to compromise me and the love I had for Miss Wayne.
When he was done eating he said, “So how’s the drug thing comin’ along?”
“I’m doin’ good.” I explained looking at him briefly before returning my eyes to the moving objects on TV. I was no longer able to focus on what was going on or what was being said.
“Come sit by me,” he said patting the cushion next to him.
“I’m good over here,” I smiled looked at him briefly before turning away.
Reaching in my direction he repeated, “I said come sit next to me.” He demanded grabbing my wrist.
I could tell he wasn’t applying a lot of pressure now but my wrist still hurt. Didn’t he know I was HIV positive? Or had Miss Wayne concealed it from him?
“I’m positive.”
“What?”
“I’m HIV positive.” I sat next to him like he requested. I was trembling. Next he forced me on my knees and I was directly in front of him.
“So am I.” He smiled as he unzipped his pants stroking his extra large penis. “I just want you to suck it. And suck it good.”
I knew he was lying about being positive and probably figured this was some sort of attempt to make him stop. It was, but I was also telling the truth. I’m HIV positive and if he persisted, he’d be positive too.
“Please don’t make me do this.” I begged as he placed his hand behind my head, his penis completely out. “I
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