PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (61 page)

“Your boy tried to kill me.”

The stretch limo finally pulled up outside of the hospital. Eddie parked, and ran around to let me out, but I was already opening the door. There were some people standing around outside, who were staring, and trying to figure out who I was, but I seriously doubt any of them recognized me. Since Eddie was so nice, and went out of his way to get me to the hospital as fast as he could I handed him two hundred dollar bills out of the suit case, and then ran inside the emergency room. Inside I had no idea where to go, I was confused and looking around for any sign of direction. DeeDee spotted me before I could grab the nearest nurse.

“Boy, what the fuck took you so long to get here?”

I ignored her question because I was too worried. Plus, she obviously forgot I was at a “business meeting.”

“Where's Tyree? What happened?”

“Shit, I don't know, they've been so busy, and acting like they can't take a second to give a bitch some information.”

“Then how do you know he’s here?”

“The hospital tried calling you a few times, but you didn't pick up, so I'm assuming Tyree had them call me. When I spoke to the lady on the phone, all she would tell me was that Tyree was in a car accident.”

“This is crazy, watch out.”

Without even realizing it, I slightly pushed DeeDee out of the way, so I could get to the nurse's station. The nurse looked up when she heard me coming.

“Excuse me.”

She looked back down and continued writing.

“Miss, I know you heard me. Can you tell me where Tyree Jones is?”

“Who are you looking for?” She asked as if she was annoyed.

I repeated his name, and looked at her like I'm not the one you want to get smart with. Even though I'm as sweet as sugar, I wanted her to know I'd cuss her out.

“He's being seen by a doctor right now.”

“Can I see him?”

“And you are?”

“I'm his boyfriend.”

“Oh, okay. He was asking about you when he arrived, but you can't see him right now. Have a seat and as soon as he's allowed to have visitors, I'll let you know.”

I was frustrated as I turned back around because I had to wait to figure out what the hell happened to Tyree. I started looking for DeeDee to see where she was sitting. When I finally spotted her I stopped in my tracks, and stared at her giving her the evil eye. I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to bring Ebony to the hospital with her. I was disgusted and wasn’t prepared to see her, but I finally stormed over to them.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?”

“Calm down Jamar.” DeeDee replied.

“CALM DOWN, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? IT'S BAD ENOUGH I HAVE TO SEE HER AT WORK, AND NOW YOU BROUGHT HER HERE. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?”

“Jamar, you haven't even let me explain yet. We were already out getting our nails done when the hospital called. I wasn't going to drive her home then have to come back up here when I was already in the area.”

She stopped talking and turned to look at Ebony.

“See I told your ass to stay in the car.”

Ebony sucked her teeth, and rolled her eyes before responding.

“I told your ass to leave the truck running, but you didn't want to waste your gas. I wasn't staying in that sweat box as hot as it is today.”

DeeDee looked at her like talk to me like that again, and you'll need to be admitted in the ER, so Ebony quickly looked away and put her head down, and went back to playing on her cell phone. By that point everyone in the waiting room was staring at us, so I didn't want to continue causing a scene. The tension was thick, and all three of us were quiet. My thoughts kept shifting from Tyree being hurt, to Tyree fucking that bitch. After about ten minutes Ebony finally looked up and spoke.

“Jamar, can we please talk?”

Was this bitch serious? I thought we were clear that I never wanted to see or speak to her ever again. Then, I figured I would try to embarrass her, and let our audience, who I noticed we’re still looking and listening know the type of person she was.

“Oh, you want to talk, huh? Well, sure we can talk. I see you found someone else to use and live off of. Are you fucking DeeDee’s man when she’s sleeping too?”

“Excuse me, I beg your pardon,” Ebony replied with attitude.

“You heard me.”

DeeDee looked up and turned her head so fast to look at Ebony’s reaction before adding her two cents in.

“We’re waiting.”

“What? Are you serious DeeDee?”

“Hell yeah, answer the question, bitch,” DeeDee replied, with a smirk on her face.

“DeeDee now you know you’re my girl. I would never do anything to betray you.”

“I know I’m just fucking with you. Besides, I would never leave my man alone with you, I know better.”

Ebony’s mouth was wide opened, and she looked surprisingly shocked at DeeDee’s response.

“You better not DeeDee. I was her boy, and you see what she did to me.”

“Oh, I know. I’m not stupid. I learned from your lesson.”

“You two aren’t just going to talk about me like I’m not here.”

“Oh, we know you’re there, whoever you are, because you damn sure aren’t real, or a friend.”

“Look, Jamar I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, and I doubt we’ll be friends again, but I think you should know Tyree was the one who seduced me. I was vulnerable, and missed the feeling of having a man. Someone I could lie in bed with, someone who wanted to hold me, not just fuck me, and then leave me. I also think you should know… I’m still in love with him, and that’s the real reason why I didn’t wait in the car.”

“WHATTTT?” DeeDee screamed out loud.

I didn't know what to say, but I knew what to do. I jumped across the chair and hit Ebony in her face so hard that her head jerked back almost hitting the wall.

“Oh, shit he hit her,” I heard some young guy sitting by us yell out.

While Ebony was trying to figure out what just happened I started choking the shit out of her. I had both hands around her neck squeezing as hard as I could. I wasn't going to kill her, but I wanted that evil bitch to damn near black out before I planned on letting up. The fear I saw in her eyes let me know she'd never test me again.

“Someone help her, he's going to kill her,” some old lady screamed.

Right when I was about to tell her if she even looked at Tyree again I'd kill her, two hot males nurses, one white, one black, came out of nowhere and pulled me off of her.

“Here take my keys and go wait out in the car, but you're filling my gas tank up when we leave. Trust me you'll thank me later because that death stare that Jamar is giving you doesn't look good,” DeeDee said as she interrupted my daydream, bringing me back to reality.

“You low down, dirty, disgusting bitch, you're lucky we are in a room full of people right now, especially those nurses because I was a millisecond away from jumping up, and if I did, I was gonna try MY BEST to fuck you up.”

“I wish you wou...”

Before Ebony could finish her comment, DeeDee covered her mouth with her hand.

“Girl, take your disrespectful ass out to the car right now, you know you're wrong for that shit. Now I'm starting to get pissed,” DeeDee said as she was damn near pushing Ebony up out of her chair. I didn’t even think about what I did next, but as Ebony walked in front of my chair, I stuck my leg out causing her to trip up; but that lucky bitch didn't fall on her face like I pictured, she was able to catch her balance.

“You're lucky I didn't fall.”

“No, you're lucky I didn't choke the shit out of you.”

“It's all good, you'll never have what your man really desires, and you'll end up all alone and devastated… eventually.”

That hoe hit a nerve in me that made me jump up, but before I could do anything DeeDee grabbed me, and held me back. Ebony strutted away laughing as if she knew something I didn't know.

“DeeDee, you better control your bitch.”

“Don't worry about it Jamar, she's gone. Trust me, I had no idea she would take it there. I pictured that going totally different in my head. I really wanted her to wait in my truck, but when she refused I thought it would be the perfect time for you two to talk. I assumed she'd apologize, or if anything cry and beg for your forgiveness.”

Before I could reply my thoughts were interrupted.

“Excuse me. Is everything okay over here?”

Neither one of us replied. DeeDee and I just looked at the nurse like she should mind her own business.

“Well anyway I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Jones is okay, and he can have visitors now.”

The nurse didn’t say anything else she just led the way to Tyree’s room. As soon as I entered I was relieved to see that he was up and he seemed okay, but I was sad when I saw that he was all bandaged up, and his arm was in a cast. He smiled as soon as he saw me, which let me know everything would be all right. However, I still wanted to know how he ended up in the hospital.

“Oh, my God, Tyree are you okay?” I asked as I grabbed his hand, and gently kissed him on the lips.

“Yeah, I’m okay now, thank God.”

“Baby, what happened?” I asked softly and sincerely as my eyes started to get watery as I looked at the love of my life laid up in a hospital bed.

“Your boy tried to kill me.”

“My boy? What are you talking about?”

I was so lost, and confused. I wished he’d spit it out already.

“Karma, he tried to kill me.”

“What? Why would he do that?”

None of it made sense to me. I’ve always thought Karma was a little off, but why would he want to hurt Tyree? I didn’t think he was capable of killing someone, but then again how well did I really know him?

“Well, I’m not a hundred percent sure, but he got arrested, so the police are investigating it. They should be questioning him as we speak.”

“Are you serious? Tell us everything and start from the beginning.”

“Well, he called and asked me if I wanted to go out for some drinks and get high. I was finished with work and bored so I decided to go. Everything was good at first. We had lunch, laughed, and talked like we’ve been boys for years. That was until he got a few drinks in him, and sniffed some coke. After that he wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

*****

Karma and I left the sports bar, both feeling good and tipsy. Before we pulled out of the parking lot we decided to smoke a blunt in Blaze’s truck first.

“So how long have you and Jamar been dating?”

“About two years now, why?”

“I’m just wondering. How is everything going between you two? I heard you go out of town a lot?”

If this dude keeps asking me about Jamar I’m calling it a night. I came out to have fun, not talk about my relationship.

“Were doing great, are you writing a book about us or something? Damn you ask a lot of questions.”