Tears on My Pillow 2

Tears On My Pillow 2

By:

Elle Welch

Copyright © 2015 Elle Welch

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Acknowledgments

          Solomon, I just want to thank you for all the time you spend talking with me about my characters. All the text messages, inboxes, and e mails do not go unnoticed and I couldn't do this without you. Thank you for believing in me and pushing me to new heights. I love you my King.

              Endia I am so proud of you and the young lady you have become. I want to let you know that I appreciate you taking time out of your busy college schedule to read my books and give me feed back. It keeps me focused and moving forward. I couldn't ask for a better daughter. I love you baby girl keep making me proud.

               La'Shan thank you so much for editing this! You are the best and made my review so easy.

               Tiece I would first like to thank you for allowing me to grow and have a say so in my brand. I also want to thank you for being in my corner and letting me know that as long as I am reaching for the stars you will be right there helping me to reach them. You're the best publisher ever!

               Brittiani Williams thank you for these hot covers you keep providing me with. If you keep it up there might be a Tears On My Pillow 13!

               Elizabeth Venable thank you for being the best promoter ever! You don't play! I would go in a group to post and have to leave cause you done beat me to it! I love that and so appreciate it!

                Ebony Smith thank you for that talk we had when I was writing I Never Said I Was A Good Girl part 1. I will never forget it. It has helped me more than you will ever know. I can't start writing a book now without saying now remember what Eb said! 

               I also want to give a shout out to some of my pen sisters that I know I can hit them up at any time if I need help or have a question about something. You guys are some of my biggest Cheerleaders and I definitely appreciate it: Margaret Flack, Sherene Holly Caine, and Kellz Kimberly I love y'all!

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January 24, 2014

Friday

Jakari

                   I sit there in shock for a moment as I process the words that just came out of Qia’s mouth. Why in the world would she think that she loves Chandler? What the fuck is going on here? She had more of a reaction to him than she did to me, even after I told her that I am her husband. This nigga really gonna make me act up. He standing there grinning like this shit is cute. I love my brother and all, but he better act like he got some got damn sense. As I am finally able to regain my composure, I say, “Qia, that’s my brother and your brother-in-law, Chandler. I’m your husband, remember?” I attempt to grab her hand and she snatches it away from me, just like she did the last time I tried to hold it.

                  She looks at me and I can tell that I don’t mean shit to her in this moment. It’s like I am looking at my wife but at the same time, she is someone totally different. She says, “I heard you the first time you said that.” Her voice sounds scratchy and is going in and out. I watch her face for a few moments, trying to figure out why she feels a connection with Chan but nothing with me.

                She turns her head back towards Chandler and her facial expression automatically changes. It is a look of love and happiness. She looks as if she is genuinely pleased with the fact that he is here.             

Chandler looks at me and walks over to the other side of Qia’s bed. He looks down at her and says, “You scared the hell out of me! I didn’t know what to do when J told me you were in a car accident. I am so happy you’re okay. I don’t know what I would do without my right hand.” He bends down to hug her. She wraps her arms around him tightly and they embrace. Honestly, they hug for much longer and with much more affection than I am comfortable with.

                   “I was in an accident?” Qia asks.

                  “Yes! Ahh man, I’m so glad you’re alright. I love you. I was so worried,” he says, shaking his head like he’s trying to hold back some tears or some shit.

                   “Chandler,” I say through clenched teeth.

                   “What?” he replies, still hugging my wife.

“I need you out in the hall for a minute, bruh.” I turn and walk to the door.

                   Chandler finally breaks his embrace with Qia and says to her, “I will be right back.” I am trying to keep my emotions in check but my brother is really trying my patience right now. Why is he reassuring her that he will be back?

                   Surprisingly, Qia replies, “Make sure you do because I want to talk to you.”

                  “I promise,” Chandler says as he walks towards me.

                  We both step out into the hallway. I walk across the hall to the other side, so that we wouldn’t be right in front of Qia’s door. I wait for the door to completely close behind Chandler. He seems like he is irritated with me taking him away from Qia. So now, he acting antsy and is trying to rush back to her. “What do you want? Why did we need to step out here?” he asks, showing his irritation.

                   “Chan, I know that you are happy Qia is okay, but I don’t need you coming down here and confusing her.”

                 The look on his face is now one of total confusion. “Jakari, what are you talking about?”

                 “I know you heard how confused she is. She talking bout she thinks she fuckin love you!” My voice begins to boom but I manage to bring it back down.

                “I don’t know why you are getting all excited, trippin and shit! She does love me! We have been best friends for over half our lives, nigga!”

                I sigh, trying to keep calm. I am not sure why this dude is getting all excited. He is getting under my skin acting like Qia is his damn wife. “I don’t know why you keep feeling the need to remind me that she is your best friend. I should be the one reminding you that she is my WIFE! I know I have let you slide over the years with how close you are with my wife, but now is not the time for this shit. I am only going to tell you this one time and this one time only, so back the fuck up!”

                 Chandler is standing there looking at me like he is really concentrating on not snapping, but if he knows what I know, he will lose some of that vigor and quick. I begin to speak again and manage to use a much calmer tone, “Chan, she doesn’t remember me, us, or our marriage. I need to get her to focus and right now, you seem like a distraction. Just give us some space so we can try to put our lives back together.”

                 He opens his mouth to speak but at that exact moment, we hear people coming down the hall. I turn around and see that it is Monique, Qia’s mother, and all of Qia’s sisters.  I notice at the last minute that her dad is behind all of them. I turn around to greet everyone but to my surprise, Chandler speeds away and goes back into Qia’s room.

              “How is she?” Monique asks.

              “She has improved. She is awake, and they have removed the ventilator and feeding tube. The issue is that she doesn’t remember anything or anyone right now.”

              “What? Nothing? No one?” Qisha blurts out as if she may be happy about it. I look at her sideways, knowing that she is excited because this means Qia doesn’t remember catching us screwing, but damn, she need to press her chill button. She must have read the expression on my face because she says, “I’m sorry, it is just shocking to think that she won’t remember us or anything that has happened in her life.”

               
Bitch, I understand that you are trying to cover up your excitement but
damn,
I think to myself while giving her a blank stare. I shake my head and reply, “She remembers nothing right now and the doctor doesn’t know when that will change. He is supposed to be coming in to talk to us in a little while. The only suggestion he has for now is that we talk to her and try to help jog her memory.”

              “Lord, let me go see my baby.” The girls and Qia’s dad follow her lead.

“Qia baby. I’m your mother,” Monique says as she steps into the room.

                 Qia is looking at Monique and I can tell she is trying with all her might to remember who she is. After studying her for a few moments, she finally says, “I’m so sorry. I just don’t remember you. I don’t remember anything.”

                 She drops her head down, and the tears begin to fall and her sniffling can be heard throughout the room. “Oh baby girl, it’s okay, just give it some time.” Monique leans over the side of the bed, and hugs her daughter and rubs her back. “You just need to relax chile and give it to God. I’m telling you that is when your memory will start to come back.”

                Qia’s dad, Reverend Reynolds, steps up to the opposite side of Qia’s bed and says, “We are all here for you, Q. Please don’t cry. It breaks my heart to see my favorite girl crying.”

                My wife looks over at her dad with tears streaming down her cheeks and studies his face. “So, I guess you’re my dad?”

                “Your one and only,” Reverend Reynolds looks down into his daughter’s eyes and says.

                  “I figured that because your slanted eyes look so familiar.” She smiles up at him.

                I take this opportunity to jump in. “That’s because they are just like yours honey.” I smile at her, hoping she can feel the love I am sending her.

                 I guess I miss the mark because Qia looks at me and gives me the coldest smile ever. Her lips don’t even part. Her eyes are emotionless. She quickly looks away from me and focuses her attention on her sisters. They are huddled up at the foot of her hospital bed. “And who are you beautiful ladies?”

                 “Well, I am your sister Qimora,” Qimora says, pointing to herself. She then turns to Qiana and puts her hand on her left shoulder, indicating that it is her turn to introduce herself.

                “Hi sis. I’m your other sister, Qiana. I’m the oldest out of all us girls.”

                Qiana smiles lovingly at Qia and turns to look at Qisha, who is standing there looking guilty as sin. She tries to smile but she is too nervous to pull it off because her lips are quivering. “I’m your baby sister, Qisha.” She speaks so low; I am surprised Qia was able to hear her.

                 Chandler steps up from behind the girls and hands Qia a Kleenex, so she can wipe her face. “Thank you. It’s Chandler, right?”

                 Chandler nods his head yes and flashes his big ass fucking teeth at my wife. He ain’t gonna be happy until I slam his ass and knock out a couple of them big ass motherfuckers.
How much you gonna flash them bitches then
, I think to myself while trying to hold my composure. Now, he gotta play Mr. Muhfuckin Helpful!

                 “You have a gorgeous smile, Chandler,” Qia says as she finishes wiping her face.

                “Thank you,” he replies.

              I can see that something catches Qia’s attention. She tilts her head and I follow her gaze. I realize she is looking at Qisha. She is standing way off to the side, damn near in the corner of the room, biting on her nails. “Qisha, don’t be so nervous. I’m sure if I relax like mom says, I’ll remember you real soon.”

                My heart stops mid beat. I know that at this point, Qia doesn’t remember anything that happened from the afternoon that she had the accident, but it is so creepy the way she seems to focus on Qisha. However, Qisha is making it easy for people to notice her, the way her ass is acting. Qisha’s blue eyes buck, and she looks at me and then looks back at Qia before she runs out of the room. I shake my head like, this bitch gonna get us caught as sure as my ass is black.

                 Everyone is looking around at each other trying to figure out what the hell Qisha’s problem is. Except for me, of course. Qiana rolls her eyes and says, “She just extra all the freakin time! Anybody know or even care what that is about?”

                Everyone shrugs, indicating that they don’t have the slightest clue. Qia, on the other hand, turns to me. “Jakari, can you go check on my sister, please?”

                 “Ah oooooo...kaaaaay. I’ll be right back.” What the fuck? Why did she have to ask me to go check on her? I step out the room and look around for Qisha’s suspicious acting ass.