Page 60 of Session 25

Iknocked back a double shot when my doorknob twisted. With my hand on the shot glass, I reached for my gun when Koi walked in the condo. Her face was twisted up before she started crying in the doorway.

“Marcel, why the fuck did you play with me? Why did you hurt me?” She yelled out. “I loved you. I loved all of you, and you- you had to fuck Rika?” She wiped her nose. “Why?”

“Koi, calm down,” I tried to reach for her when she spotted the gun.

“You were gonna shoot me?”

“Woman, no. I was gonna see who the fuck was at my door though,” she sniffed.

“Oh.” She brushed past my open arms, heading to the bar. “Why you ain’t with your kid and baby mom?”

“I’m home. I keep telling you that’s not where I want to be.” She drank a shot of Don Julio, twisting her lips; she let out a sound. “I miss you.”

“Well, you should have thought of that when you played in my face. The years I put in, the pregnancies that I lost, and her, Rika?” I didn’t know if should go stand next to Koi or not. She was confusing me, but I did know I enjoyed her being back under the same roof as me.

“Koi, I never wanted her. She isn’t who I want, and it was stupid. I fucked up, got drunk-” I paused. “Can I tell you everything? Will you listen?”

“Call that bitch right now!” Koi demanded. “I want to ask her something.” I didn’t want to call Rika’s ass, but since Koi was requesting it, I had to make the call. The bitch had left me in prison, so all that being cordial was out the window.

“What Marcel? You finally decided that me not coming to get you from jail wasn’t my fault?”

“Nah bitch! You should have gotten him from jail. That’s where you hoes tend to lose at. You wanted my nigga, got pregnant by him and then had the nerve to have his kid. And for what? To leave him locked up when he needed you.” Koi was loving the exchange. “And now I’m here and well, it’s fuck you. You will get a check every month, but other than that, it’s dead.” My eyes lit up. If Koi was coming home tonight, I was ready to do whatever she wanted.

“What? After we fucked? You still will take him back?” Rika sounded hopeless. “Why can’t you just let me have him?”

“Pitiful hoe.” She hung up. “And that’s who you chose?”

“No. I didn’t choose her. I was fucked up, I was thinking with my dick, I don’t know how I let her touch me.”

“I do.” She stopped, poked out her bottom lip. “You are a weak minded nigga, and while I came over here to get even with her, I-” I pulled Koi in kissing her. She tried to fight me, but I knew her spot. I pressed her up against the wall, sliding my hand in between her legs. The heat that I felt had my dick at a full attention.

Koi moaned, throwing her head back, closing her eyes. “Shit, I miss this.” My finger grazed against her wet pussy. Koi spread her legs, inviting me inside. I wasted no time circling my finger over her pussy, dipping it inside.

“Argh.” She squinted her eyes, breathed out and pushed me back. “I can’t do this.” She closed her legs. “I’m stupid. This is stupid.” She marched around me, fixing her clothing, and grabbing her purse. “I don’t even know why I decided to stoop this low. I don’t love you. I don’t want you, and I damn sure shouldn’t even let your funky ass hands or nasty dick near me.”

“So what? You just gonna leave?”

“Marcel, you left a long time ago. I’m just shutting the door completely.” The door slammed shut, and it felt like Koi took all the love with her.

“Shit! Fuck!” I kicked over the end table, knocking everything on the floor. “My woman really gone,” I leaned up against the wall before sliding down like a dramatic scene in a video.

A grown man crying over a chick was unheard of. But when you had a good woman, that shit hit different. The years I played in Koi’s face had finally come back to bite me in the ass. No, I didn’t want no other bitch, but I just couldn’t help myself. My dick was loose, and no matter how many nights I left her home crying and wondering when it would stop, I still didn’t stop.

Fifteen years down the drain behind a rotten tooth hoe. While Rika probably thought this was the best news she heard, I was livid. For the next eighteen years I was stuck with her.

“Stop blowing up my phone!” I finally picked up Rika’s call.

“Well, I need you to meet me at the hospital. MJ fell off the bed,” she yelled erratically into the phone.

“Fuck you mean he fell? He can hardly roll over!” I jumped up, opening and slamming my door shut. Phone now on speaker, Rika stuttered while trying to tell the story.

“Are you drunk?”

“Huh?”

“Yea bitch, I’m on ya’ ass.”

Two hours later, I was sitting with the doctor and nurse while Rika laid her head back when a social worker approached us. “Mr. White?”