Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) (26 page)

"Get the fuck outta my house!" Teresa screamed,
as she stood in the entrance of the bedroom door.
Teresa's initial reaction was to drag the woman
lying on her back out of the bed, but seeing the
horrific shock on the woman's face made her
quickly reassess that decision. Teresa and the other
woman both seemed to be stuck on pause, and
the only person being on fast forward was the man
who continued getting his stroke on as if nothing
was going to stop him from busting a nutt.

"Oh shit! I'm almost there!" the man moaned,
speeding up his pace as if oblivious to the fact that
he had a viewing audience.

Teresa couldn't believe she was watching as her husband fucked another woman right in front of
her face. Immediately, flashback images consumed
her. She thought back to all the bullshit she had
been enduring for the last six years.

In the beginning, Kevon seemed to be
Teresa's saving grace. She had a baby girl, who
was just over a year old, had no money, no job
and a bleak future. The landlord had given her
an eviction notice, and Teresa was going to have
to go live with her mother so she and her baby
wouldn't be homeless. But that never happened,
because Kevon swooped in and took on the role as
her man, and a father to her daughter, Genevieve.
Teresa was so enamored, that when Kevon asked
that she and the baby come back to live with him at
his crib in Charlotte, she packed up and left Philly,
the only place she had ever called home.

Teresa felt like she had died and gone to
suburban heaven, when she first arrived at the
handsome two-story brick house on the treelined street. She had grown accustomed to living
in drug infested project buildings with hallways
smelling like piss, and where trash replaced grass
as landscaping. Inhaling the fresh, clean air in the
south seemed like a life she would only daydream
about, not actually live.

But Teresa's daydreaming quickly turned into
a never-ending nightmare after marrying Kevon.
He was no longer her saving grace, but instead the cause of her demise.

"What the fuck is you doing here? I thought
you wasn't gonna be home for another hour,"
Kevon spit, after finally busting a nutt and pulling
himself out of the stiffened woman.

Teresa's mind was so far gone with reflecting
on the horrors of the past, that at first she didn't
hear her husband.

"Bitch, don't you hear me talking to you?"
Kevon continued.

"Nigga, fuck you!" Teresa barked, coming
out her daze. "You so damn trifling, you gon' bring
another woman in my house and fuck her in my
bed? I'm so sick of your disrespectful bullshit, I
don't know what to do!"

"I swear I had no idea he was married, or
that this was your home!" the fear stricken girl who
looked no more than eighteen said, pleading her
case to Teresa. She jumped out of bed, scrambling
to get her clothes on, in an attempt to escape
without the ass whooping she assumed his wife
was about to put on her.

But unbeknownst to the teeny hopper, Teresa
was beginning to grow so immune to her husband's
revolting behavior, that she refused to waste her
energy on beating any of his women down. Plus,
she believed the girl when she said she was clueless
to Kevon's marital status. This here situation needed
to be handled with one person-her husband.

"You ain't got to explain shit to her! This any
house. It ain't my fault she brought her ass back
home early."

Teresa stood with her eyes twitching. This
nigga is determined to have a throw-down up in this
mutherfucka, andI'magive it to him! "Little girl, I think
it's best you go. I need to deal with my husband."

The girl nodded her head in agreement with
Teresa's request, and leaped up to make an exit.

"I'll call you later on," Kevon said, casually,
making it clear he wasn't pressed about how pissed
Teresa was.

"Ma, who was that woman that just ran up
out of here?"

Teresa looked down at her seven-year-old
daughter. With all the anger consuming her, she
had forgotten she was there. "Genevieve, baby,
she was nobody. You go to your bedroom and
close the door. I got some things to handle with
your father."

Genevieve looked over at her father as he
stood in only his boxer shorts, before asking,
"Daddy, is everything okay?"

"I'm good," he answered, pulling out a box
of cigarettes from his pants pocket and grabbing a
pack of matches off the dresser to light up.

"Genevieve, g'on to your room and color or
something. I'll be there in a minute."

"But I'm hungry."

Teresa slit her eyes at her daughter, not in the
mood for no whining. "I'ma tell you one more time
to go to your room," Teresa said, in a threatening
tone that Genevieve knew all too well. "I'ma make
you something to eat when I'm done in here. Now
g'on!"

Genevieve looked back at her daddy, then
her mom, before walking out their room. But
instead of going to her bedroom like she was told,
she sat down in the hallway corner, determined to
find out what had her mother so angry.

"Teresa, I don't feel like hearing whateva
bullshit `bout to come out yo' mouth," Kevon said,
slipping on his jeans.

"You should'a thought about that before you
brought some young ass girl up in this house!"

"Oh, would it make you feel better if I would'a
brought some old ass woman up in here to fuck? I
mean, I'm just saying...

"You know what, Kevon? Why don't you
pack up your shit and get the fuck out. Clearly this
ain't where you wanna be no more, so I think it's
best you leave."

Kevon gave a low chuckle before taking
a pull off the cigarette and laying it down in the
ashtray. "I hope you ain't been dabbling in my
stash, because only some powerful yang can have
you speaking out the side of your neck like that.
`Cause I ain't going no motherfuckin' where."

"Well, you won't be staying up in here with
me with this disrespectful bullshit. I'm tired, Kevon.
From you getting other bitches pregnant, having
ho's stashed up in apartments, to them blowing up
my phone looking for you. Now, you so sloppy
wit' yo' shit, you bringing broads to the place I
lay my head. I can't live like this! I won't live like
this!"

"Bitch, have you forgotten where I found
your busted ass at? You was a broke-down ho, with
not even one dollar to your name. You didn't even
have enough money to buy milk or pampers for
your baby. If it wasn't for me, you and Genevieve
would still be in Philly, struggling just to get by. So
save all that `you can't live like this'. You better be
happy you gotta place to live."

"Oh really? You don't want to leave? Then
I'll leave, `cause anything is better than this." Teresa
turned to walk away, facing the fact that she was
fighting a useless cause.

"Where the fuck you think you going?" Kevon
yanked Teresa's arm, stopping her from walking
away.

"Get the fuck off of me! I told you I'm done
wit' this shit."

"Nah, we ain't done until I say we done.
I been taking care of you and a child that ain't
even mine, and you think you gon' just leave me?
You fuckin' crazy! That's not how this shit work. I pulled you out of those projects and made an
honest woman outta you, so you owe me your life
just for that."

"I don't owe you shit! And if I did, I've paid
my debt in full having to deal wit' all your drama
over the years. Now, get the fuck off of me! I'm
taking my daughter and getting the fuck outta
here."

The next thing Teresa knew, she was hitting
the floor from the impact of the punch Kevon
landed on her face. This nigga been cheating on me
for all these years, now he wanna put his hands on me
too! Aahh, hell no! Teresa thought as she lay on the
floor staring up at the man she once believed was
the best thing that ever happened to her.

"You see what you made me do? I've been
nothing but a provider for you and Genevieve,
and this is the respect I get. That's why you gotta
treat women like hos and tricks, `cause ya' don't
`preciate nothing. But you my wife, and you will
respect me."

"Kevon, get away from me! I promised myself
I would neva let another man put their hands on
me, and I meant that shit!"

Kevon grabbed Teresa by her hair and dragged
her over near the dresser. Teresa was swinging her
arms and kicking her legs, irate and scared, not
knowing what Kevon was going to do next. But
Kevon was undeterred.

"You think you gon' talk shit to me in my
house where I pay the bills? I don't give a fuck
if you caught me up in this crib everyday wit' a
different bitch, you show me respect. But just like
you gotta beat obedience in your children, I'ma
put the fear of God in you," he said, grabbing the
still lit cigarette from the ashtray.

"Kevon, no-o-o-o-o-o!" Teresa screamed out
as little pieces of ashes were falling down, barely
missing her exposed skin.

"Ain't no use in screaming now. You should'a
thought about that shit before running off at the
mouth." Kevon lifted Teresa up off the floor like
a rag doll. Her petite frame dangled in the air as
Kevon pointed the cigarette towards her face.
"Now, where shall I leave my mark? Some place
where you can constantly look at, as a reminder
that you'll always be my bitch."

All anyone could hear were the gut wrenching
cries of pain as Kevon mashed the cigarette into
the upper right side of Teresa's left breast.

Before he released her hair and Teresa
dropped to the floor, she caught a glimpse of
the devilish smirk on Kevon's face. The pain
was overwhelmingly excruciating, but seeing the
gratified look on her husband's mug as he was
leaving her there to suffer gave Teresa the strength
to fight back. With his back turned, believing she
was in no condition to defend herself, Teresa grabbed the marble lamp off the nightstand, and
with all her might, slammed it over Kevon's head,
not once, not twice, but three times.

Exhausted from using all her strength, Teresa
let the lamp drop out of her hands, and when
she looked up, she saw her daughter, Genevieve
standing only feet away with a blank stare on her
face. Teresa then looked down at Kevon, and blood
was pouring from the open gash on his head.

"Oh shit, he's dead!" Teresa mumbled, as she
shook his rigid body, looking for any sign of life.

"Ma, is Daddy dead? Did you kill Daddy?"

"This man here, ain't none of your Daddy,"
Teresa said, firmly latching onto her daughter's
arm.

Genevieve's eyes filled with tears. She heard
the harsh words exchanged between her parents,
but didn't want to believe they were true. Kevon
was the only father she'd known, and although he
didn't treat her mother well all the time, for the
most part, he had been decent towards her. But
now her mother was affirming the worst; Kevon
wasn't her father, and now he was dead.

"I can't believe you killed my Daddy!"
Genevieve said, under sniffles, still unable to call
him anything else.

"Didn't you hear what I said? That man ain't
none of your Daddy!" Teresa screamed, pointing
to the dead body. "Now hush up with that crying! I need to think." Teresa's hands were shaking and
her head throbbing. She wanted to get away from
Kevon and leave him with some of the pain he
had caused her, but murder was never part of the
equation.

"Ma, what you gon' do?"

"You mean what we gon' do? We getting the
hell outta here. Go to your room and pack up as
much stuff you can fit in here," Teresa ordered,
opening the closet door and handing her daughter
a suitcase.

"But I don't wanna leave Daddy like this!"
The tears were now flowing down Genevieve's
face.

"Look at me. I said, look at me!" Teresa yelled,
holding her daughter tightly. She knelt down on the
floor so she could be eye level with Genevieve. "I
know you scared, baby, so am I. But mommy had
to defend herself. I didn't mean to kill Kevon, it
was an accident, but the police probably wouldn't
believe me. I would go to jail and they would send
you away to some foster home. I don't want to lose
you, baby, so we have to leave."

"And go where, Ma?"

"I'm not sure, but somewhere far away, where
nobody knows us or can find us. All we have is each
other now, so please, baby, don't fight me. Do what
Mommy says. Go to your room and pack up your
things. I'll come get you when it's time to go."

Genevieve looked over at Kevon and back
into the eyes of her mother. She grabbed the
suitcase and left the room.

Teresa wanted to break down and cry, not
to mourn the death of her husband, but because
she knew her life would never be the same again.
She spent the next hour packing up her belongings
and trashing the place. When Kevon's body was
discovered, she hoped that it would appear as if
someone had broken in looking for either money
or drugs. It was known in the streets of Charlotte
that Kevon was heavily involved with the drug
game, and other illegal activities.

Before Teresa left, she grabbed the murder
weapon and wrapped it up in a towel before
putting it in one of her bags. She then went to
Kevon's closet and took the money he always kept
in a pair of Timberland boots. She knew Kevon
had another spot where he stashed his drugs and
real paper, but had no idea exactly where it was,
nor did she have the time to try and figure it out.
The money Teresa took wasn't enough to ball, but
it would hold them over until they found a new
home.

"Genevieve, it's time to go, baby," Teresa
said, calmly. She held her daughter's hand and
looked around the place she'd called home for
years. Not only would their lives change, but so
would their names. Teresa and Genevieve no longer existed, she decided, closing the door and
escaping the madness.