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Authors: NOIRE,Kiki Swinson

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My Desperation
 
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hings with Eric just got worse with each passing day. He was verbally abusive and borderline physically abusive. He had already left bruises on my arms from grabbing me when he was frustrated with me a few times. He was not the same guy I had fallen for, that was for sure. Every day he took a new opportunity to tell me how worthless I was to him since I didn’t have any money. The one thing he didn’t fail to do was keep me high. I actually waited each day for Eric to bring me my fix like a dog waits for his master to feed him. Eric knew how to exercise control over me, but I could tell he was growing tired of me not having money or gifts to offer him. He would flip-flop between treating me like shit and treating me nice, usually for sex.
But as with everything, all good things eventually come to an end.
I was roused from my doped up sleep one morning by noise and voices coming from the living room. The apartment was so damn small there was no hiding the sounds. I lifted up my head to listen. At first, I thought Eric was on the phone with someone because I definitely recognized his deep baritone, but after listening for a few minutes, I could tell he was not alone. I sat up on the mattress and listened carefully.
“What the fuck is this niggah doing?” I whispered under my breath as I flicked off the covers and searched around for something to put on. I threw on some of my old Juicy sweat pants and one of Eric’s T-shirts. As I rushed to get dressed, I clearly deciphered the sounds coming from the living room. It was that motherfucker Eric speaking to a female in the living room. He had actually had the elephant balls to bring a bitch to the apartment where I now lived with him. I was instantly sick of Eric’s blatant disrespect.
I stormed out of the bedroom and rushed into the living room to find Eric and the bitch cuddled up on the couch. I rushed over to them and Eric didn’t even flinch. He was sipping on a Bud and his eyes were lazy like he was high off his usual weed/cocaine mix. The girl looked like she was high too. She wore a lazy grin as well. She smiled at me like she knew me.
“W’sup, fiend? You up early. I didn’t think I would see you until this afternoon,” Eric said snidely, smiling at me too. I immediately felt like shit. He had referred to me as “fiend.” I guess that is exactly what he thought of me now too.
“Ashley, this is Megan... . Megan ... Ashley.” Eric introduced us like it was nothing. He acted like I was his sister or just his home girl. I stood in jaw-dropping shock at Eric’s brash audacity.
“Hi, Megan ... I’ve heard a lot about you,” Ashley said, then she busted out laughing and so did Eric.
What the fuck is so funny!
I screamed inside my head. I couldn’t even speak. I looked at the girl and instantly felt like a piece of trash. She reminded me of how I used to look—beautiful, with everything seemingly flawless. Everything she wore was evidently expensive. She glistened with diamond jewelry and I saw her Gucci bag thrown on the coffee table. Ashley was very pretty in the face. She had what Eric liked to refer to as an “exotic look.” Ashley had a caramel complexion, a very short, neat tapered hair cut, and from what I could see of her cleavage, she had a flawless body. Her nails were freshly manicured, eyebrows arched perfectly, and I could tell she had veneers on her teeth and thought maybe she had had a nose job. Eric had gone and found him somebody else to trick on his ass. It was clear to me that Ashley had money, which I knew she damn sure wasn’t getting from Eric’s leeching ass.
“Why she standing there like she saw a ghost?” Ashley said in a giggly, valley girl voice. Eric sure knew how to pick us. I could actually feel my blood boiling in my veins and suddenly I was spurned into action. It was like some unknown force was pushing me forward and controlling my every move.
“Eric, what the fuck are you doing? You bringing bitches home to our house now? Arggghhh!” I screamed, lunging straight for him.
Eric dropped his Bud, sending it to the floor with a crash. Ashley let out a scream and jumped up. I started scratching and slapping Eric in his face. He couldn’t get to my hands because they were moving too fast. I could feel that I had drawn blood with my nails across his face.
“Owww, you bitch!” Eric barked.
“Oh, this bitch is crazy!” I heard Ashley say, then she jumped on me. She punched me in the back of my head to get me off Eric. I turned my attention toward her, but not before she yanked my long hair and wound it up in her hand.
Ashley didn’t have any hair for me to grab, so I had to rely on fighting skills. I had never had a catfight before, but Ashley clearly had. She was getting the best of me. She punched me dead in my nose and I felt the hot blood trickle out of my nostril and down my lips.
“Get off me, you bitch!” I wailed. Ashley punched me again. I was flailing my arms wildly but I wasn’t hitting her at all. She hit me again with enough force to cause me to see little stars behind my eyes. “Aggh!” I screeched, and I continued to struggle to fight her. I finally got in a good swipe at her face, which caused her to scream.
“This bitch scratched my flawless face!” Ashley belted out. That caused her to let go of me. “You jealous bitch, you really scratched my face,” Ashley screamed after she touched her face and noticed blood on her hands.
“Yo, Megan! What the fuck is wrong with you, you junky bitch! Get the fuck out of my house!” Eric boomed. He walked over to me. I didn’t know what to expect so I threw my hands up in defense. Eric picked me up and slung me over his shoulder like a rag doll.
“Eric, please!” I screamed. He didn’t say anything. He just started heading for the door. I was kicking and punching him in the back. “Agggh! Let me down! Eric! How could you do this to me? After all I did for you! I gave up my family for you! You motherfucker!” I cried at the top of my lungs.
Eric opened the apartment door and dumped me outside on the ground. I landed hard on my knees and it hurt like hell. Nothing hurt more than what Eric was doing to me.
“Get the fuck from around here before you get yourself fucked up! You ain’t got shit to offer and I’m tired of feeding you and your habits! When you find some fuckin’ money, then maybe I’ll consider taking your junky ass back!” Eric screamed at me.
“Please, Eric, don’t do this!” I cried desperately.
“Get the fuck from around here!” he yelled at me. Then he picked up his foot and kicked me in my ass like I was a dog in the street. I fell flat onto my stomach from his kick.
“Ahhhh!” I cried. I couldn’t even feel the pain of hitting the concrete with a thud. Eric’s actions hurt me more than any physical pain I could’ve felt. I had never experienced a pain in my heart like that. I was completely devastated by his treatment. Eric’s rejection hurt even more than when my parents had cut me off and kicked me out of the house. I couldn’t move. Eric spit on the ground next to me and stalked back to the apartment door and slammed it.
The sound of the door closing sent a cold chill through my entire body. I was desperate now. I had to think of a way to get some money so that I could get Eric back. I was determined that Ashley wasn’t going to have my man. I would make things right like they were when Eric and I had first met.
 
I stood outside the apartment for almost three hours. Eric and Ashley never emerged. I looked down from the tier into the courtyard on the other side of the complex and noticed a girl sitting on a car talking on her cell phone. I walked over to the courtyard, away from Eric’s apartment building, and approached the teenage girl. I asked the girl if I could make a call on her cell phone. She looked at me like I was crazy at first. My appearance and my request had probably thrown her for a loop. Thinking fast and knowing that in the hood there always had to be something for something, I promised to give the teenage girl one of the many Gucci bags I owned in exchange for just one call. The little girl was hesitant at first. She eyed me suspiciously and I knew she was thinking that I looked like a damn mess and probably didn’t own a Gucci bag.
I told her that I was Eric’s girlfriend and she eased up and let me use her phone. It was a good thing everybody in the hood either knew Eric personally or knew of him. When the girl handed me her phone, my hands were trembling uncontrollably. It was a mixture of nerves and withdrawal setting in. I hurriedly dialed the familiar phone number and just prayed that my father would pick up.
After what Eric had done, I decided I was ready to go back home. I would do anything my parents asked me to do in order to get back home ... even go to their stupid rehab program.
The phone started ringing on the other end. My teeth were chattering as I waited with the phone pressed tightly to my ear. My heartbeat automatically sped up with every ring. I started shifting my weight from one foot to the other. After the third ring with no answer a hot feeling of nausea came over me. My stomach began cramping.
“C’mon, Daddy, pick up,” I mumbled through tears, biting into my bottom lip. I had started to lose my composure all over again.
Reality was setting in fast.
After about the fifth ring my father’s voice mail came on. “Hi, you’ve reached Gavin Rich. I am currently out of the country for three weeks. I will return on the seventeenth. If you leave me a message, I will call you back upon my return. Thank you.”
My heart sank and my shoulders slumped down in defeat. “What is today’s date?” I asked the little girl.
She looked at me with a mean mug and smacked her lips. “Today is the fifteenth,” she grumbled, her mouth curled at the ends. Then she gave me a look like “bitch, give me my phone.” I still had two days to wait for my father to return. There was no way I could survive out on the streets for two days without Eric.
“Can I just make one more call, sweetie? I can make sure you are compensated,” I pleaded with the little girl. She rolled her eyes at me. I knew with my hair sticking up, blood all over my shirt and my eye starting to swell, I probably looked like a crazy person or a crack fiend to the little girl. I was praying she didn’t just snatch her phone and leave me hanging.
“Hurry up. I’m expecting some important text messages to come through,” the little girl snapped, folding her arms across her chest. I didn’t care if she was playing hardball with a nasty attitude, I was just grateful she was allowing me to use her phone. I quickly dialed my mother’s number. It went straight to voice mail. I knew that meant she was probably with my father out of the country.
“Fuck!” I screamed, and the tears started streaming again. I really didn’t have any place to go now. I handed the little girl back her phone and started walking up the street. I didn’t know what I would do next. My mind raced with possible ways to get my hands on some money. That was the only way to please Eric at this point. I finally walked back to the apartment complex. I noticed that my Range was gone. That bastard threw me on the streets but had the nerve to still be driving around in my car. I decided I would sit in front of the apartment door and wait it out. I hoped and prayed that I didn’t have to wait outside all night long. This part of town was no place for me to be standing around alone. But I figured that since I was, I might as well utilize the time to come up with an idea for Eric and me to get our hands on some money.
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My Master Plan
 
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ric returned to the apartment early the next morning. I had been sitting outside by the door all night. He had never even given me a key to his place. I was also too stupid to ever request one from him. Over the course of the night, I had gone through several bouts of wracking sobs that would subside and turn into an overwhelming anger. When Eric finally decided to come home and walked up to the door, I had my head down on my knees. I looked up at him with pleading, red-rimmed, swollen eyes.
“Megan, I thought I told you to get the fuck from ’round here. If you want your car, here,” Eric said, dropping my car keys next to me. He was so fucking cruel it wasn’t even funny. I had tears in my eyes. The mere sight of him brought them on.
“Eric, I just want to be with you. I’m sorry I got so mad and attacked you. I can’t deal with knowing you want to be with someone other than me. I love you, Eric,” I cried, my words barely understandable through the sobs.
“I’m a grown-ass man and I gotta do what I gotta do to survive. I’m here feeding you and feeding your fuckin’ habit,” Eric snapped. He wasn’t going to be nice for shit.
I had to just accept it if I wanted to get back into his good graces. He opened the apartment door with his keys. I stood there, my body stiff and rigid. I was afraid to just try to walk inside. I couldn’t take any more blatant rejection from Eric.
“I have a plan to get some money ... a lot of money,” I blurted out. The words sounded desperate and shaky when they left my mouth. I just hoped that he’d stand around long enough to hear what I had to say.
“Come inside, Megan. You know damn well I wasn’t going to leave you standing outside,” Eric said, stepping inside first. Chivalry was never his strong point.
We went inside together. I stood near the door, uncomfortable. I didn’t want to assume anything. I was going to wait for him to invite me all the way inside.
“Look at you. You sure don’t look like the rich glamour girl you was when I first met you,” Eric said as he walked over to me.
I swiped roughly at the tears threatening to fall again. I wanted to be strong, stand my ground. I didn’t want him to think I was some little weak rich girl, when that is exactly what I was.
Eric grabbed my hand and pulled me into him. At first I kept my body stiff and erect, afraid to return his embrace. He hugged me tightly. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you anymore,” he whispered into my ear. With that my body went slack with a sense of relief. I melted into his embrace and began to cry again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Megan. You just got me so fed. A niggah is hard pressed right now and that chick Ashley was giving up cash ... the same cash that I use to take care of us. That’s all it was,” Eric said, stroking my tangled bird’s nest of hair.
I knew Eric would never really hurt me. I knew there was a perfectly good explanation about why he acted out like that. I was so glad I didn’t go running back home. I just wanted to be with him. “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to attack you,” I sniffled.
Eric lifted my chin with his hand and he kissed me. I closed my eyes and relished the moment. It felt so good. I opened my mouth slightly and accepted his tongue. We kissed so passionately that I instantly became wet. I could feel Eric’s dick pressing hard into me through his clothes. Eric started breathing hard and removing my clothes. I was kind of embarrassed by how dirty I was from being outside. Eric didn’t seem to care at that moment. He slid my sweatpants over my hips.
“Oh God, I never want to be away from you again,” I huffed, my breath hot on his ear.
Eric pushed me down onto the coffee table. He dropped down and pulled his dick from his boxers. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come. I was in heaven with my man again. Eric mounted me and drove his dick into my pussy so hard I yelped.
“Oww! Oh, Eric ... yes, fuck me, please. I need you. I want you,” I panted as I grinded my hips into him. I wanted him to stay inside me forever.
Eric slammed into my pelvis with brute force. He was fucking the shit out of me and I was loving every minute of it. I felt like I had him back. Eric was mine again. I was so in love. Eric pulled me up off the coffee table and threw me down on the couch. He mounted me again and fucked me some more. This time he took my soaking wet pussy from the back. His skin slapping against my ass made a loud noise that drove me wild.
“Uhh! Yeah, Daddy, fuck me,” I grunted.
Eric did just that. He fucked the shit out of me until I was screaming with an orgasm. Eric followed me with a big load of cum in my ass crack. I fell down onto the couch with my eyes closed. I was never so happy in my life. We lay on the couch together for a few minutes in silence. But the silence was short lived. Eric was the one who broke the silence. He broke up our moment.
“So, what’s your plan to get some money? Let me hear about it,” Eric said as he stroked my hair.
My eyes popped open. Just that fast I had forgotten that I had told him that I had a plan to get money. My mind started racing. I inhaled deeply and exhaled. Damn. Just when I thought he was being nice to me just because he loved me as much as I loved him. I should’ve known that Eric only wanted to know how I could get him some money. No wonder he was being so nice, so fast.
“Well, I’m listening. You made it seem like you had something in mind earlier.... So what was it?” Eric urged, sounding a bit impatient.
I had to think quick on my feet and something that had been just a fleeting thought in my mind suddenly came rushing back.
“I was thinking that I can call my father ...” I started, kind of stumbling over my words a bit.
“C’mon, Megan! Be for real!” Eric boomed immediately. He pulled his arm from under my head and began to sit up like he was going to leave. I grabbed on to him, but he tugged away. “Your father ain’t giving you no fuckin’ money. If he ain’t come looking for your ass this long, can’t you tell he don’t give a fuck about you?” Eric added, cutting me off before I could even finish. His words hurt, as usual. I couldn’t hold on to him.
“Wait. Just listen to me,” I pleaded.
Eric had bolted upright and stood up from the couch like he was suddenly repulsed by me, or like he’d been suddenly bitten by a wild animal. “If you talkin’ bullshit I ain’t got no time for it,” he replied in an annoyed tone of voice.
“We can get my father and hold him for ransom money. We can demand a million dollars from his accountant for his release. I know his accountant will pay it ... so will my mother. A million dollars is nothing for them,” I blurted out, rambling like a child. The idea sounded ridiculous to me after I said it. I just knew Eric would start cursing and screaming at me, calling me stupid and childish. He didn’t. He was actually tuned in and attentive for once. I looked at him wide eyed, hoping he’d like the idea I’d come up with.
“Shit, that might not be a bad idea. We can use you to get him to meet you somewhere and I can have some of my little peeps snatch his ass up. Yo ... that shit might not be a bad idea at all. I ain’t never even gotta get my hands dirty if I let them lil’ niggahs do all the work. You better be sure that the mothafuckin’ accountant gonna pay up though,” Eric said.
I could tell his mind was racing. I smiled. I was so happy to finally please him. “Yes. Yes, Eric, I am sure they will pay. We don’t have to hurt him at all. Just snatch him. Keep him blindfolded until we get the money. Once we get the money we can let him go without him ever having to get hurt. He will never know that it was us either,” I replied, trying to sound excited. I wanted to make it clear to Eric that my father was not to be hurt. I was shocking myself with some of the things I was saying.
“You really think they just gon’ hand over a million stacks just like that?” Eric asked skeptically. He was rubbing his chin, something he did when he was deep in thought.
“I know so. My mother will be so spooked she will call the accountant right away. We could probably get the money within a few hours,” I assured him.
“Yo, rich girl, I didn’t think you had that devious shit in you. I’m impressed,” Eric said, smiling.
I was so happy to see him smiling. I started grinning from ear to ear. “I told you I would do anything for you, Eric. I love you so much. You were here for me even when my parents were not. I would do anything to keep you happy,” I said, letting my voice take on a serious tone.
“That’s good to know. So when we gonna do this?” Eric asked, tossing a pack of crystal at me.
The packet landed right in my hand. My heart jerked with excitement.
“My father comes back in less than forty-eight hours. When he gets back, I’ll drive to his office and I will find out his new routine. If he thinks I wanna go begging back to them he will talk to me,” I said, making up the plan as I went along. In the meantime, I was anxious to get into the bathroom and get high.
“Sounds good to me. I like a bitch that can come up with a master plan when her back is against the wall. Shit, it’s a good thing I threw your ass out and made you think about things. You know where the fuck your bread is really buttered at, don’t you?” Eric replied.
“I sure do, baby. I never doubted you for one minute. I know everything you do is for the both of us,” I said. I would’ve agreed with whatever he had said just to go get high. Even though I thought what he had said was kind of fucked up and nasty, I would’ve never protested at that point. I guess Eric’s constant cruel words couldn’t be any more fucked up than the plan I had come up with against my own father. I didn’t know if it was my addiction or my serious infatuation with Eric, but I was turning into someone I didn’t even recognize myself. Gone was the little rich girl from Virginia Beach.
 
I could not control my hands from trembling and my teeth from chattering as I pulled up at my father’s office. I purposely drove around the back and parked my car at his service entrance. Before I got out to walk back to the front doors, I looked at myself in my car’s visor mirror. “Still not the greatest, but I guess I got no choice,” I whispered as I examined myself. I looked like I had aged a couple of years since I’d been away from home. My hair was desperately in need of a good salon visit and my nails were horrible. I had put on some makeup to mask the remnants of the bruises that were on my face. I tried to make my face look as vibrant as I could with what I had. I had also washed my own hair and left it wet. It hung in long curly locks, which also helped to hide some of my facial flaws. I thought that I looked better than I had in the past couple of weeks when all I had been doing was getting high and fighting with Eric.
“Ok. You look fine, now go do this,” I spoke out loud to myself. I inhaled and tried to get my nerves under wraps. The track phone Eric gave me rang and caused me to almost jump out of my skin. I sucked my teeth as I grabbed for it. He had already called me at least ten times on the way over to my father’s office.
What the fuck does he want?
“Hello,” I whispered into the phone, my voice shaky and unstable. Although I was in the car alone, I still felt the need to be secretive and whisper. I peeped back in the rearview mirror and I knew Eric was in a vehicle close by watching me. I don’t think he trusted me to go through with the plan.
“Why you just sitting there? Hurry the fuck up and go inside. Remember, get him to come outside ... to the back of the building. That’s where it’s going down at. You hear me?” Eric instructed for the thousandth time. He was driving me fucking nuts.
“Okay. I got it,” I said, annoyed. I didn’t need him making me feel more on edge. This whole deed was bad enough in my book.
I finally got myself together and exited my Range on wobbly legs. I stopped for a minute to shake off the creeps I was feeling. Afterward, I took a deep breath and walked around the building and into my father’s office space. When I entered, the first thing in my line of vision was a huge, poster-sized picture of me when I was about four years old. My father had never taken it down in all of these years. It instantly made me nostalgic. With the sound of the door opening, the front desk assistant looked up from whatever she was doing on the computer. A wide smile spread across her face.
“Megan! What a nice surprise,” Ms. Everett, my father’s longtime assistant sang. The ample-breasted woman stood up and opened her arms to give me a hug. I let a nervous smile spread across my face and stepped into her embrace. She smelled like cinnamon and biscuits. Her hug made me feel warm inside, I guess like a mother’s hug would, but since my mother never hugged me I had to just imagine.
“Mmmm, your daddy talks about you all the time. You know he really misses you. He just wants you to be good. He wants the best for you, Megan,” she told me as she held me tightly.
I could feel tears burning at the back of my eyes. I pulled away from her. I didn’t want to cry, nor was I there for her advice. I cleared my throat. “I know he does, Ms. E. That is why I am here. I just want to do the right thing for a change,” I lied. “Is he here?”
“Yes, baby. He is in his office. I won’t let him know you’re here. I think this will be a great surprise for him,” Ms. Everett said, smiling.

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