Marriage Mayhem (27 page)

“If you're a fool without money, you'll be an even bigger fool with money,” said Karen, laughing while walking outside.

“Fuck you, ho!” Bobby yelled angrily, but she was already gone.

“Can we all just get along?” asked Jermaine, walking outside holding Alexus's hand.

“You didn't have to call her that, Bobby,” said Jewell.

“Fuck you too, Jewell! You're always taking up for that no-good, crackhead, institutionalized bitch!”

After leaving Jewell's, Jermaine suggested dinner at Home Town Buffet.

Karen was excited about being in Jermaine's and her kids' presence, but holding his baby irritated the hell out of her. She secretly hated Jermaine Jr. with a passion, but she was very careful not to show it.

Dinner had never been better for them. While they sipped wine and conversed about past and present issues, the kids were filling their bellies with soda, ice cream, and lemonade. Jermaine Jr. sat quietly in his stroller observing things.

After that, Jermaine headed to the Palmdale Mall and treated everyone to whatever they wanted. First they went to Babies “R” Us, where he bought Jermaine Jr. six outfits, all with matching shoes and hats, and also a basket full of additional baby items.

Then they went to Foot Locker where he purchased Stevie a pair of Nikes and a pair of Reeboks.

Their next stop was Victoria's Secret, where he spent almost six hundred dollars on perfumes and sexy lingerie for Karen.

Alexus was easy to satisfy, happy with a new doll, a new pair of tennis shoes, and a couple of outfits. Jermaine did not buy himself anything. Seeing that everyone else was happy made him content.

After that, Jermaine took his family to the fairgrounds, and then finally they retired at his home, watching movies. Stevie and Alexus were so exhausted that they both fell asleep ten minutes into the movie, and Jermaine Jr. had fallen asleep while inside the car.

After putting the kids to bed, Karen quickly suggested they take a shower together.

“Sounds good to me,” replied Jermaine, trying to conceal his excitement.

He suddenly thought about the many past sexual encounters he had with Karen, which caused his penis to instantly get rock-hard.

After stepping into the shower together, Karen wasted no time getting on her knees doing what she did best. While massaging his balls, she licked up and down his shaft, and then began sucking and licking the head of his penis. It had been a long time since she'd last done this, but it took no time for her to get a rhythm going. She automatically began fingering herself. After three minutes of lips and tongue, Jermaine then picked her up and inserted himself inside her, and then mounted her against the wall and began fucking her at a nice, medium speed; not too fast or not too slow. A few minutes into ecstasy, Karen made a suggestion.

“Take me to the bed while it's still inside me. Your dick feels so good inside me that I never want you to pull it out. I want to ride the hell out of it, and then suck it, then ride it some more. I want your big dick to be a part of me forever.”

The three things that Karen was really good at was sex, stroking egos, and influencing people into believing a lie.

Once in bed, Karen decided to suck it and lick it again, but this time she did it like the pro that she was. Minutes later he came, but she never stopped her groove. Momentarily, he had gone limp until she took the whole thing in her mouth, sucking it fast, then licking it up and down and all around. Then she climbed on top of it and mounted it and began riding, nice and slow. She enjoyed occasionally just the feel of the head of it inside her so she'd ease up and down with only the head inside her pussy, then she would sit on the whole thing and go round and round and up and down having her way with it. She rode it until she climaxed.

After the long, pleasurable ride Jermaine had immediately fallen asleep, but Karen was still hot and wanted more. She began licking and sucking it again, trying her best to get it back stiff, but it was no use, it was a dead soldier. She then put on an X-rated movie and began playing with herself while watching it.

The following morning, Jermaine asked her and her kids to move back in with him. Three days later they were in Las Vegas getting remarried.

Not yet realizing Karen's hatred toward his son, Jermaine felt it was okay to let her tend to him while he was at work.

A few days later Karen suggested to Jermaine that his son live with the Siordias during the week and Jermaine pick him up on weekends, but Jermaine flatly rejected it, not knowing of Karen's abuse.

“I want to raise my son in my own household. I don't want him to be confused, you know. It's going to be complicated enough explaining why his mother isn't here, and the last thing I want to have to explain is why he was raised by his grandparents and not by me. Kids are always asking questions and curious about different things, you know. The bottom line is that I'm raising my own son, my own way, and in my own home. Besides, his grandparents are too old-fashioned and much too slow to raise a child in this day and age. Anyhow, I don't think that Stevie and Alexus would appreciate not being able to see or play with their little brother every day. They both adore him so much, don't you think so?”

“Yes, they have taken a liking to him.” Her response was plain and impassive.

What she really wanted to say was,
Let the bastard live with them! I've had enough of changing Pampers and hearing a goddamn baby cry all night long. Give me a fuckin' break.

The following morning after Jermaine went to work, Jermaine Jr. began continuously crying. Karen ignored the cries for as long as she possibly could and then finally, both angry and aggravated, she got out of the bed and approached the crib.

“Listen, you little bastard, I ain't your goddamn mama! It ain't my responsibility to tend to you! Take this damn bottle, and go your little ugly, half-breed ass to sleep! I ain't got time for this shit!” She shoved the bottle inside the baby's mouth, and then hatefully pinched him. The baby was quiet only for a few moments, and then he began screaming.

“Shut the fuck up!” yelled Karen.

The baby's cries combined with Karen's yells had awakened Alexus, who soon came into the room. Stevie had already left for school.

“Mommy, why you scream at the baby?” asked Alexus in baby talk, but Karen knew exactly what she was saying.

“Go back to your room and watch cartoons, Alexus! The last thing I need is you asking me a bunch of damn questions.” Alexus sped out of the room instantly.

Jermaine Jr. began crying even louder.

“Shut the fuck up! I've told you, little boy, that I ain't your goddamn mama,” yelled Karen, approaching the crib.

“Your mama fucked my goddamn husband, then came you! Your mama violated me, you little muthafucka, and that's why the bitch is dead! I hate you! As long as you live, I'll hate you, you half-breed bastard! That's too good of a name for you; you're a mutt, that's what you are! A mixed mutt!” Then she grabbed one of his arms and roughly slung him around, and then pinched him again in several places. The baby cried even louder. His Pamper was soaked and had not been changed since Jermaine had changed it a few hours before he went to work. Karen had told herself that she was not, under any circumstances, going to change that bastard's diaper.

Thirty minutes later, Jermaine Jr. had finally cried his way to sleep.

Mr. Siordia's instincts had led him to believe that Jermaine was seeing another woman, and his intuition was confirmed the day when he placed a call to Jermaine's home and Karen answered the phone. He immediately brought this to his wife's attention.

“I don't want my grandbaby in the presence, or in the care of one of Jermaine's girlfriends. Regardless of him being a decent man, you never know how a child is being treated when they're in the care of a girlfriend. As far as we know this woman could hate the baby, or she might be on drugs or alcohol. Who knows, she may have even been a child abuser. I dare him to let another woman mother my grandbaby,” said Mrs. Siordia, angrily.

“I agree with you a hundred percent,” said Mr. Siordia. “There are too many crazies in this world today to let an unfamiliar person tend to a baby. The woman spoke with an attitude to me as if she didn't approve of my calling there.”

“Why don't we pay an unexpected visit to Jermaine's house?” suggested Mrs. Siordia. “It's been almost two weeks since I've seen my grandson.”

“That's a good idea, Cecelia. I'd like to see that discourteous woman face-to-face.”

When the Siordias arrived, Karen was not impressive to them. After the Siordias introduced themselves, Karen turned up her nose and then pointed to the crib where the baby was, and then seated herself at the computer. The entire while the Siordias were there, Karen ignored them and acted as if they were invisible and displayed no hospitality whatsoever.

After picking up the baby, Mrs. Siordia realized that his Pamper was completely soaked and offered to change him. Karen tried defending herself.

“The Pampers are upstairs in the bedroom on the right. I just changed him not too long ago, he must have just pissed again,” lied Karen.

Since Karen was not courteous enough to offer him a glass of water, Mr. Siordia walked to the fridge to serve himself. Afterward, he seated himself at the dining room table.

Before the Siordias arrived, Karen had been sorting through some old papers and letters, and had not realized that she had left her prison ID lying on the table where Mr. Siordia was sitting. Being the inquisitive man that he was, he spotted it and stared at it a few moments, and then sneakily slipped it into his shirt pocket. Karen was still pretending to be busy on the computer.

At that moment Mrs. Siordia returned, smiling, holding the baby, but Mr. Siordia was furious and ready to leave.

“Let's go, Cecelia. We have a very busy day ahead of us,” said Mr. Siordia. They then gave the baby a kiss and said good-bye to Karen and Alexus.

Karen slammed the door behind them.

 

 

After leaving the residence, Mr. Siordia pulled the prison ID out of his pocket and showed it to his wife.

“Oh, my God. My grandbaby is in the care of a prisoner.”

“A prisoner is someone who's in prison, Cecilia. She wouldn't be considered a prisoner, but the fact of the matter is that she has been to prison, and this is our evidence. I'll notify our lawyer right away about this. As I see it, we shouldn't have a problem getting legal custody of our grandchild. I'm going to have our lawyer find out exactly what she went to prison for, and also have him dig up everything about her background. I bet this woman has enough dirt on her to open a cemetery,” said Mr. Siordia.

The following day, Karen stumbled across her son, Marvin, while at a liquor store. She felt that now was as good of time as any to have a good, sensible, mother-to-son talk with him.

“Hi, baby,” Karen said excitedly, and then embraced him with a long hug.

“What's up?” Marvin replied, emotionless.

Seeing her triggered sudden thoughts of him being placed in a foster home, then being raised by his aunt, and then not being allowed to talk to or see his father. He then abruptly thought about the times he'd seen his mother smoke cocaine and act violently toward him. He thought about the many times he had witnessed different men enter his mother's bedroom without speaking to him or even looking his way. Those thoughts generated Marvin's sudden attitude.

“You've gotten so tall, and so manly looking,” Karen said, examining her son.

“Yeah, I guess,” replied Marvin, dryly.

Then out of the blue Karen began lecturing him on right and wrong and the things he should be trying to do with his life.

“Jewell told me that you've been selling dope and that you've joined a gang. I didn't raise you like that, Marvin, and I—”

“What the fuck are you talkin' about!” snapped Marvin. “You didn't raise me period, and I hope you don't expect me to call you Mama! You were never a mother to me! You were too damn busy smoking crack and fucking every Tom, Dick, and Harry that offered you a fuckin' hit! I hate you! I fucking hate you so much that I could beat your ass right this minute for sending me through the bullshit you sent me through!”

Standing face-to-face with the woman he blamed for his unfortunate upbringing made Marvin want to go ballistic on her that very moment. For so long he had wanted to voice how he really felt to her about things, and even though this was not planned, it was the perfect time.

The loud, harsh words coming from both of them had attracted a crowd of people that watched and listened, and even began giving their opinions about what was being said.

“You got a lot of goddamn nerves!” yelled Marvin, standing eye to eye with his mother.

“Boy, I'm still your mother regardless of what I did in the past, and you show me some respect and lower your damn voice, or I'm gonna—”

“You're gonna do what? You're gonna whip me with an extension cord again! Or are you gonna throw a toaster at me again! Oh, I know, you're gonna hit me with a baseball bat again, huh! I ain't that little boy anymore that you used to treat so badly! You can't make me stand in the corner with my nose touching the wall for hours and hours anymore! You can't tell me to go inside the closet while you take a hit of crack anymore! I hate you! I fuckin' hate you! You ain't my mama, and you never was my mama! Why didn't you let my father come and see me, and why didn't you give me his phone number so I could call him, or why didn't you tell me where he lived?” His fists were balled as he released tons of anger.

At that moment, Stevie and Alexus got out of the car and ran inside the store. Marvin gave them an evil look.

“And those bastards, I'll bet they don't even know who their real father is!”

“I can't believe that you have grown up to be so damn disrespectful, Marvin.”

“You never taught me respect, so how in the hell do you expect me to respect you!”

She felt so embarrassed and humiliated that she regretted ever seeing him. The crowd felt like they were watching a drama television program.

Karen tried to switch conversations and to reason with Marvin. She attempted to explain what type of man his father really was, but Marvin did not believe her.

“Because of you and your bullshit, I don't have a fuckin' father! The closest thing I had to a father figure was Uncle Bobby, and everyone knows that he's a piece of shit. Now listen, bitch, don't knock what I'm doing, I'm just doing what I gotta do to survive, and besides, you didn't teach me any fuckin' better! You were a prostitute, a crackhead, and a sorry example for a mother! I hope you die! I fuckin' hate you, and hope you die!” he yelled furiously, not caring what people thought of him cursing his mother.

Karen responded by quoting Bible scriptures.

“A child is supposed to obey, love, and respect his parents. A child who disrespects his parents, days will be shortened.”

“Every time you get out of jail you start reciting that Bible stuff, then a few weeks later you're either back on crack or back on the streets selling pussy! You can't tell me a goddamn thing, so don't even try it. God knows that you're a faker, and the whole family knows it too! You ain't foolin' nobody but your goddamn self! Now get the hell outta my face before I knock the shit outta you!” he yelled, pushing her aside. He then climbed into his car and sped off.