Misfit(43)
“Say something, baby.” He sounded like a pathetic assfuck, even in his own head. Right now, he didn’t fucking care. He’d get down on his motherfucking knees if he had to. “Megan, you my fuckin’ everything. I ain’t doin’ shit to fuck us up. I know you know that cuz, otherwise, you woulda brought what the fuck that bitch said, to my attention a long time ago. You walk out, you might as well fuckin’ take a knife and carve my fuckin’ heart out. You my soul. My heart. My life.”
“I know,” she said around sniffles, blinking away her tears. “But you had to teach me everything about sex. I didn’t bring any experience to our bed, like Daphne. Or…or Kendall did with Johnnie.”
“If you tryna get even with me by mentionin’ John Boy…” He snapped his mouth shut and growled again. Kendall. Getting the fuck in Megan’s head again. They’d had their brunch thing. Last week, Megan came home angry. This week, she was upset. Fuck, whatever the fuck she said to Megan had also made this situation worse.
Just what the fuck he deserved. He’d been the stupid motherfucker who let Kendall live when he’d had the chance to fuck her up.
Cautiously, he approached Megan.
“I taught you how to fuck, baby,” he whispered to her. “And you know just what the fuck to do to please me.”
She nodded, accepting his words. Believing in him. “I love you so much, Christopher,” she said, starting to cry. “You’d just break me if you ever went with another woman.”
He tipped her chin up. “I know, baby. I ain’t ever hurtin’ you like that. This just the fuckin’ reason I don’t want Cash with Fee. The motherfucker all about fun and games. With us, he a solid motherfucker. In relationships, he not good. He don’t respect his or nobody else’s.”
She got to her feet and stared at the stove, as if she’d forgotten what the fuck she’d been doing. She looked at him. “Daphne left with Cash?”
Before he could answer, CJ piped in, “Deel, too. Uncle Cash say him gonna have fun.”
“What?”
Christopher scrubbed a hand over his face at Megan’s outrage. There was no fucking explaining his way out of this situation.
He expected her to scream, holler, and throw shit at him. Instead, she did something even worse—looked at him with so much disappointment, it felt like a physical blow to Christopher.
“The minute he gets in…Never mind, tell him I’m driving him to school myself tomorrow.” With one last glare, she ran out of the kitchen.
CJ looked up at him. “Mommie mad?”
“Yeah, boy,” Christopher said quietly. “She fuckin’ pissed.”
For the rest of the evening, Megan avoided him. She avoided their kids’ rooms when Christopher went to say goodnight, by doing it earlier than usual, her movements captured on the CCTV Stretch had connected to Christopher’s phone. She’d already changed for bed, wearing a short robe that revealed her legs but hid what she wore underneath. Her pussy could be out; she might be in one of his shirts; or she could be in her own clothes.
If wondering what she wore and missing her being at his side as he visited their kids, wasn’t torture enough, she skipped out on joining him for their alone time, where they discussed the day’s events. Laughed over stupid shit. Sometimes, even listened to music. Then, while he locked up, she went to their room to prepare for bed.
Tonight, he sat by himself in the den. When Diesel texted to say he was on his way home, Megan didn’t respond, though these types of texts from Diesel went to both his and Megan’s phones.
Christopher waited until Diesel came in before he stood, ignoring the chill in the air. “Megan takin’ you to school tomorrow.”
He needed to talk to the boy, but not tonight.
Diesel’s eyes widened, understanding what the announcement meant. “You told her?”
“Fuck no. CJ told her.”
“Awww, man, Uncle Chris, why? Can’t you tell him to stop telling her everything?”
“He just lookin’ out for her. None of this bullshit shoulda happened, Diesel.”
Uneasiness sliding across his face, he considered Christopher’s statement. “Will you kick me out?”
“What? Fuck no! This shit ain’t nothin’ that serious.”
“Does Aunt Meggie feel that way, too?”
Christopher hated the boy’s lack of security, and rushed to reassure him. “Listen up, boy. Ain’t nothin’ ever makin’ us turn you out. Only thing that would make me do that is if you fuck with my wife or my kids. Then, you ain’t gotta sweat cuz I’d shoot the fuck outta you, and call it a day. Okay? So stop fuckin’ worryin’.”