PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (92 page)

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Waking up from good nap after that long ride and seeing Tyree’s face was not what I expected to see. It was quite scary so I froze and stared at him. At first I didn’t know if I was dreaming, or awake, but once I knew it wasn’t a dream there was no hiding the fear in my eyes. I was wide awake now, but speechless.

“Wake up baby, I missed you,” he said before kissing my forehead. He looked at me and smiled, which made me feel good but I hadn’t missed him at all. I felt the exact opposite and wanted him to leave. I sat up so that I could be more prepared in case he tried something. He was standing in front of me so he had to lean down to kiss me again. His kiss was so passionate and romantic; I couldn’t even remember the last time he’d kissed me like that. I had to know what he was doing there so I asked.

“I thought I’d surprise you, and show you how much I missed you. Plus, I just had to see you tonight.”

Tyree surprising me was like winning the Power Ball, the odds were against me so his tone and words said one thing while his actions said another. I looked around to see where Jasmine was and he noticed.

“How about that drink Jazzy?” he asked as he sat down beside me on the couch smiling at me. I needed Jasmine to hurry up because I didn’t know what to do or say. There was this awkward silence so I just said the first thing that I could think of.

“Guess who I ran into in Vegas?”

“I have no idea, who?”

“Blaze and Karma were there.”

“Oh, for real? That’s cool.”

I could tell he wasn’t interested, so I tried changing the subject.

“So how was your day?”

“It was long and crazy.”

“Why, what happened?”

“Nothing I just need to get away. I need a vacation.”

“You’re right. We should go to Jamaica, or the Dominican Republic. Would you like that?” I asked as if I wasn’t planning on ending our relationship.

“Yeah definitely, we should do that.”

Jazzy finally walked back into the living room carrying our drinks. She put them down on the coffee table, and looked at me like something was wrong. After she pointed her eyes in the direction of the glass closest to Tyree I knew not to drink that one. I had no idea what she was up to, but that gave me confirmation that Tyree definitely wasn’t being himself because she picked up on it too. Tyree told Jazzy he was wondering why I wasn’t happy to see him. I tried my best to fake like I was excited.

“Are you now? ‘Cause you’ve been really distant lately. I thought it had something to do with June.”

He said it so calmly we wouldn’t expect it coming, and he’d see the shock written all over our faces. Jazzy and I both stood up at the same time, but before I knew it I was back on the couch. Tyree hit me so hard that I had figure out what just happened. I had an instant headache, but I was ready to attack. I got ready to charge him, but I stopped in my tracks when he pulled out a gun, not just any gun, Blaze’s gun. I wasn’t thinking when we got back to Breeze’s house, and left my gym bag in the rental car. Not only did he have the gun, but he must’ve found the DVD’s too. I didn’t know what Tyree planned to do to us, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. I thought I’d try acting my way out of it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Tyree, and who the hell is June?”

He hit me up side my head with the gun with such force that blood started to run down the side of my face.

“I told your ass to get up. If you don’t want the other side of your head to leak I’d advise you to do so.”

I couldn’t take another hit like that so I did as he demanded.

“Now open up my book bag, and take out the rope, and duct tape.”

“HELP!” Jasmine screamed out and started to run toward the front door. She wasn’t fast enough because Tyree caught her and hit her in the back of her head with the gun.

“BITCH, IF YOU SCREAM, OR TRY TO GET AWAY AGAIN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU SLOWLY. NOW GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER THERE.”

I was speechless. I never expected Tyree to hit me let alone hit a woman. He looked at me and told me to bring two chairs over from the dining room. I was too scared not to.

“Tie her up in the chair right now. Make sure she can’t get up either.”

He pushed her down onto the chair.

“Damn, you don’t need to manhandle me Tyree.”

“Shut up bitch.”

He punched her in the mouth which busted her top lip. When Jasmine turned back around to look at him she had blood in her mouth, and she looked furious. I would bet anything that she wished she would’ve killed Tyree instead of June.

“I SAID TIE HER UP.”

I whispered “I’m sorry” loud enough for her to hear me as I kneeled down, grabbed her arms, and folded them behind the chair so I could tie her up.

“Now get your ass up and get in the other chair.”

I looked up at him and he looked evil. I didn’t have anything to lose, so I tried talking my way out of what was to come.

“Baby, why are you so mad? Why are you doing this?”

My questions were followed by a kick in the face, and then a kick to my ribs. I was stunned, and couldn’t even move from the pain. He grabbed me and forced me to get up, and get in the other chair. He wasn’t as gentle as I was when I tied Jasmine up.

“Now which one of you should I start with?”

I thought he was ready to kill us, so I just stayed quiet, and tried to think of a way out of there.

NOW WHAT?

“I’ll start with you bitch, and you better not lie to me.”

Tyree says as he looks at me. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s serious.

“How did you find out about June, and how did you know where she lived at?”

I want to tell him the truth so he’ll go easy on me, but I can’t answer his questions. Answering them would only bring more pain on Jasmine. After all she was the one who found out about June, but I take her advice and answer the way she told me to.

“Tyree, seriously who is June?”

“Okay, that’s it. I tried to give you a chance to tell the truth.”

He starts to use my head as a punching bag, and I can’t even block his hits. I have never felt pain like this before. I black out, but come to when I hear Jasmine scream.

“STOP HITTING HIM. IT WAS ME. I TOLD HIM ABOUT YOU AND JUNE.”

I’m relieved because if he would’ve kept punching me like that I’m sure he would’ve done some permanent damage. I feel useless and ashamed because I can’t protect myself, or Jasmine.

“BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”

I zone in and out so I only hear half of their conversation because I’m in my own head, and feeling regret. I can’t believe I was naïve and allowed this man into my life not once, but twice and he still fucked me over. My head is throbbing and feels swollen. I can’t see how my face looks but I want to cry because I can’t stop picturing Will Smith in Hitch, I can’t see out of my left eye, and I have to spit out a mouth full of blood. Jasmine finishes explaining everything, and Tyree seems even more furious.

“I can’t believe you snitched on me? You’re living with one man, but out in Vegas fucking another, and have the nerve to tell on me for having a girl on the side.”

He doesn’t say anything else, but I can hear him taking his anger out on her. I cringe each time I hear his fist make contact because I know the pain she’s experiencing. He makes her tell him what went down at June’s house too. Even though she explains it was an accident he isn’t buying it. He hits her again, and by the sound she makes I know he didn’t hold back. He starts venting to us like we care.

“My girl and my son who I didn’t even to get to meet are both dead. That was my heart right there. Everything I loved was taken away from me, and I know you’re both the reason why. You can only imagine my reaction when I found June lying there slowly dying. Do you want to know what her last words were?”

He pauses to see if either of us will answer, but I’m too shocked to find out June was still alive. I thought I felt terrible before, but now I know I’ll never forgive myself for going there. Only if I would’ve called 9-1-1, maybe they’d still be alive.

“She said you two killed her as she held onto our movie, then I watched her take her last breathe.”

We both stay quiet.

“So what am I supposed to do now? What do you expect me do? Put yourself in my shoes. Everything that you love is dead, and they were killed by his lover and sister. So tell me would you let yourselves live?”

Even though the words hurt just as bad as his fist I don’t shed a tear. I want to, but I won’t allow him to take away my pride since he already stole my heart. I would like to believe he loved me, but I don’t think he’s capable of loving someone. I don’t think he even knows what love is.

“Everything you loved, I guess I wasn’t one of them huh, cheating asshole.”

He talks, and punches me at the same time.

“You’re right I didn’t love you, I’m not gay.”

“You were pretty damn gay when I was fucking you up the ass. You loved it.”

He doesn’t like to hear the truth because he grabs me by the throat, and damn near squeezes the life out of me.

“Why would I love someone who tricked me into porn?”

He lets go, and I gasp for air.

“I didn’t put a gun to your head and make you do it,” I say after I catch my breath.

“I was broke, confused, and needed somewhere to go. What would you do when that much cash is put in front of you?”

“If I wasn’t gay, I know I wouldn’t have done it.”

I know I’m only pissing him off even more, but I can’t hold my tongue. I see him ball up his fist again.

“What do you mean his sister? We’re close but we’re not related.”

Hearing Jazzy ask this makes me realize what Tyree said earlier. I only get to marinate on it though for a second before Tyree starts hitting me in the face again. He taunts me before moving on to Jazzy. I hear him tell Jazzy that not only do we share the same father but Breeze knew since the HIV scare. I’m shocked and taken back. All of these years I thought I was an only child. When I was a kid I wished I had a sibling. If it’s true I wonder why my father never told me. Also, I can’t believe Jasmine and I never paid attention to the fact that we share the same last name. I love her like a sister, and she’s my best friend but I always just call her Jazzy. I never even stopped to ask her about her last name, or about her parents.

I think back to my father staring at her picture in my house. Did he recognize his daughter? Did he realize then that his children know each other? I’m also shocked he agreed to meet with the both of us. Why now? I’m curious to know what he has to say for himself. I want to ask Tyree what all Breeze said, but I don’t want to bring any more attention to myself now that he’s walked around to Jazzy. She asks me if I believe Tyree and if I’m okay, but I don’t know how to respond. I’m more focused on trying to free our hands. Tyree tied the rope so tight around my hands and wrists that I can barely move my fingers.

“Here’s to revenge, and people getting exactly what they deserve.”

I pray Jasmine put rat poison or something just as venomous in his drink. The way he’s abused us, I could care less if he dropped dead. The pain starts to become unbearable. I close my eyes and start to dream that I’m a child again, and I’m out shopping with my mom.