I know a lot of you have been waiting for the end of my story. So I have finally got the gill to finish it. Be prepared…You May have dropped jaws!! Part 1 is http://missjenee.com/2010/03/15/the-beginning/
Its February 14th. Valentines Day and I haven’t left my house in 3 days. I am waiting on somebody to knock the shit out of me and help me to realize that this was all 1 fucked up dream. Calvin wasn’t dead and he def wasn’t married. How could I have gotten myself in this situation. Why do women always get into these situations. We put our hopes and dreams in some nigga who promises us the world and then bam everything crumbles around us.
So here I was heart broken woman with a bitter ass heart Calvin’s Funeral was tomorrow, in the 3 days I had been in the bed that I shared with Calvin for so many months. I didn’t eat or sleep or even talk. I let my mind do all the talking. There wasn’t a need for me to talk to anyone. My mother had called at least 40 times. Her last call was 8 minutes ago. My voice mail was full, my cell phone dead and the only reason I knew it was my mother is because only two people had my home number, her and Calvin. And we all know Calvin wasn’t calling me from the hell he had put himself in.
But I had decided that I didn’t care what the hell his wife said. This was the man I had planned on spending my life with, I had to see him again, even if it meant spitting in his dead face. The pictures around my apartment of him and I were all placed under my bed. After the day that I care not to remember, I placed every memorabilia and photo under the bed I had been in for 3 days. I didn’t scream, or cry or even move. I just laid in the bed that this man had made. In the sheets that we never made love in. Heartbroken, yes. Depressed, yes Grief Stricken, yes. Bitter yes, Destroyed, hell no.
I had officially crossed the line from cool and down ass chick to psycho ass bitch. I was going to make a mess of this funeral. Everyone saw Calvin as this perfect citizen. When I finally decided to turn on the TV the night of his death, all that was said about him was “loyal officer” “dedicated family man” “devoted father” . When I knew the real Calvin.
You see Calvin wasn’t a perfect citizen, I don’t even know how he was offered a position as a police officer when he’d committed more crimes than one. For one when I met Calvin, he met me because I was working for his father. His father “kept” me. You see during the day I was arm candy, a hoe, a gold-digger, a tryst maker. I mainly went out with married men who didn’t concern me with their jobs, their issues or their problems. I got paid to be pretty and to shut up. While their wives sat at home and went out with their girlfriends, I flew all over the world. I didn’t have to worry about anything. I never had a full time job because my job was to be on demand. I fell in love with the sex but it never was a complicated matter because there was always a man with more money and less wife issues.
I always know when a man is married. Even without a ring, the way they look at me when
I lick my lips, or the way they flirt with me when they notice me, or the way they always call when I slip them my private line. But I never got that from Calvin. You see, a ring is not an indicator of marriage. A ring is only worn so his wife can shut up. Most men who are married are jittery, even the ones that cheat openly like ball players and multi-millionares, they still are jittery when their out with me. They let me know what they want, when they want and how they want it. They don’t have to mention a wife because I know the game.
But Calvin was different, he knew my father was “keeping” me. When the two of them would fly out of the country to set up deals, I would be waiting on a private plane. I never spoke to Calvin, he never spoke to me. I was only there to provide a distraction to the other men. I would flirt and act like an assistant, laptop and all while Calvin’s father was setting them up. If they were legitimate business men, Joey would swindle them out in law fees, if they would hustle he would buy them gucci and Louis and steal their connects. Joey was the king pen in the corporate and trap world and I had envisioned on spending my entire life being his woman. Until I spent a day with Calvin.
Calvin knew what my role was and Joey even told him “don’t touch Autumn, she belongs to me” I never even knew Calvin had kids, no pictures in his wallet, no phone calls. But I should have know Joey was his father. How Joey was married to Bridgette, father to Calvin, and keeper of me and dealt business without ever getting caught baffled me. But it wasn’t my job to understand the game.
I had been brought up with money and I believed in doing whatever I had to do to keep my Benz and my Condo and trips full bank accounts. Call me what you want, I have a MBA and I could have a very successful full time job. But Why when I was married to the game called Joey.
My mother never knew how I made my money, but when I sent her Tiffany Diamonds and St.John suits she shut her mouth. My mother had me in Jack&Jill as a child and she was a law a biding citizen whose only wish for me to marry a lawyer or doctor who could give me the lavish life I was accustomed to.Mother didn’t understand she raised a villan. A top notch chick who was more concerned about the dollar and less about the heart. I probably learned from her. She kissed my father but took his money, she would be his arm candy but bought whatever she wanted with his money. I never understood how my mother required I earn multiple degrees when she never worked a day in her life. She was a millionaire at 17. My dad owned his own business and she ran the books
On the day of Calvin’s Funeral. I got dressed in my baddest Black Diane Von Fustenburg Wrap Dress. I was so petite and natural but I made a man stop in his tracks just by taking off my sunglasses. I knew I had to show Calvin’s wife, Joey and Bridgette who the head chick was around here. You see Calvin, obeyed his father, he never touched me. But he only wanted to show me real love.And as fucked up as the situation was, Calvin showed me real love. He could care less what I did with his father, all he cared about was showing me that there was a thing called real love. But I wondered how could the one person I finally loved hurt me so bad. Was his plan to show me my worth? Did he ever plan on telling me he was married? Did he plan on keeping me like his father did? There were so many un answered questions that I had to get answered. Charleene; Calvin’s wife had forbid me from the funeral, but I strutted in like I belonged there. Heads turned, mouths dropped as I walked up to the casket and kissed Calvin. Because of his clout and the brutality of his murder he had been lying in state at the Capital. His funeral was private, but I knew to call Joey to tell I wanted to attend. I was scared to see the look on Calvin’s boys, Joseph IV, Cory and Chary at the funeral but I had assisted in making million dollar deals, I could see some kids.
Joey had no idea about the relationship I had with Calvin. My nights with Calvin were short and Joey would come over after. Calvin even recommended I get a job to throw Joey off and gain independence. I was changing from a hot girl to a wife and I was loving it.
The hours sitting watching them bury my man tore me apart. I had no idea how to clench this pain. The only way was to find out who killed my man and why. I had to find this woman NOW
Tags: Death, Life, love, Short Story
