ChaoticMinds

By Heather

I had my best friend drop me off at my house because my husband couldn’t get off work. After a month of not being home, I was ready to see him. I wanted to surprise him, but I was limited on what I could do since he had my car and how late it is. As soon as I walk in the house, I look around and noticed he tried his best to clean. Of course it wasn’t to my standards, but it was a great effort.

“Thanks E!” I said gratefully as he brought my bags into the house.

“You’re welcome.” He responded in his emotionless face.

That was E for you. He didn’t like to show emotion. Of course I knew he was happy that I was home because I knew him like the back of my hands. E was about 5’8” with dark smooth skin. His face was chiseled with a full black beard. I met him roughly 3 years ago through someone else. No matter how much he hates it I always refer to him like my big brother due to him being the same age as my older sister. I never could figure out why he didn’t like being called my older brother.

E turned to leave.

“Let me know when you make it home please.” I told him.

He nodded and response as he got back into his black two door mustang. When he drove off I closed the door and headed to see the bedroom. It was a pigsty. There was clothes thrown everywhere and the bed wasn’t made up. I grabbed the comforter on the bed to see white stains on them. My heart dropped to my feet. Adrenaline started coursing through my veins. I began pulling all the clothes from between the wall and the bed. I seen something that shouldn’t have been there. It was an open condom. I grabbed it with my hands not caring if it was used or not. I didn’t see anything in the condom. I couldn’t cry. I just sat on the bed with so many emotions.

Kese and I have been having issues. Through all of it we decided to work things out before I left for work. I am a veterinary technologist. The veterinarian travels for work, and I go along with her being her right hand woman.

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“Kese do you want to be with me?” I asked him.

“Yes.” He stared back.

I looked him in the face.

“You know that I wouldn’t be able to forgive you if you brought someone into the house right?” I said to him.

He nodded taking a long drag at his cigarette.

“Or my car…”

“I know Kiana.” He said to me.

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When I returned to my senses, I immediately start blowing up his phone not caring that he could still be at work. His phone kept going to voicemail. I decided to strip the bed and throw everything into the washing machine.

I walked out the front door and sat on the steps with my hands in my head. Not even 20 minutes later, Kese pulled up in my Nissan. He got out the car with a bright smile on his face and his arms wide open.

“Hey babe! Welcome home!” He said to me happily walking towards me with his arms wide open.

“Kese are you cheating on me?” I responded not matching his enthusiasm.

His arms dropped and he took a seat beside me on the steps.

“No. Why would you ask me that?” He responded looking at me.

“Kese…” I paused looking up at him.

“I found a condom.” I stated blankly.

“Kiana, I bought that to practice using it. Since we decided not to have kids right now. I jacked off with it on.” He responded.

My facial expression must’ve told everything because he couldn’t look at me no longer.

“Kese, you know I don’t use condoms. I told you that you would have to pull out or figure something out because I wasn’t using them. There’s not anything in it.”

“That’s because I took it off. I didn’t like it. I was just trying to figure something out.” He said to me.

“Nigga, you know how to put a fucking condom on!” I snapped at him realizing that we’ve used them when we were dating.

He remained quiet. I decided to take a different approach.

“If you were cheating on me, would you tell me?” I asked him softly.

“Yes.” He said to me.

I looked at him while he was staring at the road in front of the house.

“I can forgive the cheating. I won’t forgive you bringing someone here or—“

“In your car. I know.” Finishing my sentence.

Kese took one more drag out of his cigarette before throwing it on the cement and standing up. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up into him for a hug.

I know he’s lying. But I had decided to let it go. We said we were going to work on our relationship, so hopefully he will cut it off.

We had walked into the bedroom.

“Where’s the sheets?” He asked me confused.

I looked at him like he was stupid.

“Kese, the sheets were disgusting.” I responded.

“I don’t know why.” He stated as if confused.

I began taking my clothes off to shower while he started picking up all the clothes I had thrown on the floor. I set the water temperature to as hot as I could take it. There’s nothing like taking a nice shower in the comfort of your own home. While in the shower I began thinking about the sheets and condom. I’m not stupid. I know he cheated on me. I just don’t have details.

Kese is about 5’6” with soft brown skin. He decided to grow his hair out, so he has two braids with the sides faded. He just started working as a server at TGI Friday’s at the beginning of last month. Everything that we have came from my money due to him getting in trouble and getting fired right before we got married. I figured everything out. I bought his Dodge Avenger so that he could get to and from school and work. The house was in my name along with the car that I bought before we got married.

I am 5’1” with soft caramel skin. I have beautiful cheek bones that I got from my mothers side of the family, and a nice petite coke bottle shape.

I got out of the shower and dried each foot off before stepping onto the shower rug. I wrapped the towel around me, and walked into the bedroom. I rubbed some Sweet Pea Bath and Body Works lotion all over my body. When I finished, I began rubbing the excess into my hands when Kese walked into the bedroom.

He walked up to me and began kissing me passionately.

“I’ve missed you. “ he said to me seductively as he pushed my naked body farther back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me while kissing me. I pulled his shirt over his head.

Kese began kissing down my jawline, onto my neck, down to my breast pleasing each slowly, while working his way down to my toned belly. He slowly made out with my belly ring which drove my body into a frenzy. He then worked his way down to the inner parts of my thighs. I opened my legs for him, positioning each leg on each shoulder. He parted my lips with his fingers and slowly licked my clit. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the bed. I pushed his head deeper into my pussy. His juicy lips latched onto my clit and began sucking it. My body began convulsing as I came on his face.

Kese stood up to take his pants on, and then climbed back onto the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slowly put the head of his dick into my pussy. I moaned tightening my legs around him making him go deeper. He leaned into me as he began grinding slowly giving my pussy a chance to relax around his dick. He began picking up the pace creating a rhythm. I pulled him closer to me wrapping my arms around his neck. I sucked on his ear causing him to moan. That turned me on even more .

Kese pulled out and began laying down. Excited, I climbed on top of him. When my legs were situated, I slowly slid down on his dick and began grinding slowly. He put each hand on my hips pushing my body down harder so that his dick was all the way in me. Kese’s dick began rubbing against my g spot causing me to ride faster. Knowing my body well, Kese sat up and took my left nipple into his mouth and wrapped his arms around my waist. A loud moan escaped from my lips.

“You’re trying to make me come!” I screeched breathlessly.

I sped up the pace while Kese held me down keeping me from lifting off his dick. He wasn’t giving my g spot a break. I felt the tension building in my body.

“Ugh! Babe I’m going to come!” I screamed.

Kese removed his mouth from my nipple long enough to get his middle finger wet. He than put my left nipple back into his mouth biting it with a little more force. He slid his middle finger into my ass while holding me down. I started grinding on his dick faster feeling pressure in all my favorite areas.

“IM GOING TO COME! IM GOING TO COME!” I screamed.

Kese didn’t let up. He kept the pressure around my waist. I finally reached my peak. My clit began throbbing while my pussy tightened and released around his dick. My body froze. I let out a loud scream.

“No. Keep riding.” He said to me.

My body was stuck. I couldn’t move while my pussy kept throbbing. Kese grabbed my waist and began moving my hips to keep me grinding on him. This made my pussy more sensitive. My body was shaking. When I got my composure back, Kese picked me up and laid me on my back. He kissed me before flipping me onto my stomach. I opened my legs. He slid his dick into my wet pussy. I backed my body onto him. With one hand helping him keep his balance, Kese reached around my body to start rubbing my clit which was still sensitive with the other. I began grinding on his dick.

“Fuck!” He said into my ear.

“Keep doing that baby.”

I kept grinding until I felt the familiar tension building again. My pussy started gripping and releasing his dick.

“You’re about to come again aren’t you babe? He asked me.

I let out a whimper in response.

“Imma come with you.”

At that he began rubbing my pussy faster and pounding me while I grind on him.

When he came he let out a low growl while I screamed.

We both collapsed on the bed. And fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning around noon to Kese getting ready for work.

“I’m making dinner today.” I told him as I rolled over stretching.

“Yes ma’am.” He kissed me on the forehead.

“I love you Kiana.” He said to me.

“I love you to Kese.”

At that he walked out the room. I heard his car start and drive off. I got out the bed, took a quick shower, and threw on a sun dress and flip flops to run to the grocery store. My nipples were popping through my dress, I didn’t care.

I walked into the grocery store and walked through the aisle knowing everything that I needed . I bought jiffy corn bread mix, sweet potatoes, green beans, a small cut of ham, cheese, macaroni noodles, and three bottles of wine.

When I got home, I connected my phone to my speaker and began playin music. I started cleaning the kitchen before I began cooking. While dancing, I began peeling the sweet potatoes and put them into a pot to boil. I mixed my cornbread mix and had my macaroni and cheese ready to go into the oven. When the yams were done, I put them into a baking dish as well. With the oven preheated to 350 degrees, I placed the macaroni, cornbread, yams, and ham into the oven. I then put my green beans on the stove. I poured me some wine and began cleaning my mess while everything finished cooking. I texted Kese to let him know the food will be ready when he gets off work and asked him what time he gets off. I then began cleaning the house the way I usually do… a deep clean.

Not realizing it, I finished one bottle of wine. I opened another one, poured a full glass, and drank it in its entirety. I turned the stove off. I then poured another and set it on the counter while I checked my phone. Kese hasn’t texted me back. I began getting irritated. The entire house was clean and it was getting late. I took the bottle of wine and glass into the living room and turned on the television. I sat on the couch sipping the wine.

Not realizing that I doze off, I jumped out of my sleep. I looked at the clock that read 3:57 AM. I checked my phone. Nothing from Kese. TGI Friday’s closes at 2 AM. He should be home by now being that we don’t live far from the restaurant. I called his phone. It would ring until it hit voicemail. I began to get angry. I kept calling his phone as I put on some flip flops and a jacket grabbing my keys.

I walked out the front door locking the door behind me. All the while, I’m still calling Kese’s phone. At this point, the phone began ringing one time and going to voicemail. This made me even madder. I drove first to TGI Friday’s. As I thought, there were no cars in the parking lot. I then drove by one of his friends house that didn’t stay far from me. Not seeing his car, I went home. I pulled into the driveway. I just sat in the car dumbfounded. This is the first time that he has not came home. I screamed out in fustration. The screaming turned into crying.

“I CANT FUCKING DO THIS! I CANT! I CANNOT HANDLE THIS!” I screamed out hitting and punching my steering wheel.

“What am I doing wrong?” I sobbed.

I laid my forehead on the steering wheel. My mood suddenly shifts. I sat up and zoned the world out. I just stared directly in front of me. My mind was blank. I felt emotionless. Like I wasn’t living. Time froze.

I don’t know how much time passed by, but eventually I cut the car off and walked back into the house. I walked into the bedroom and looked at the bed. I layed on Kese’s side. Anxiety washed over my body. I began trembling as if I was freezing. My nerves were horrible. I closed my eyes to try and sleep. Instead, my mind went into focus. I was aware of my surroundings. I was aware that I wasn’t sleep, but that I wasn’t awake. I could feel the blood moving through my veins. I senses were heightened. I couldn’t move.

I called Kese and a woman picked up the phone.

“Hello?” She said softly.

“Who is this?” My mind responded back.

“Oh. This is Yasmine. I was just answering to let you know Kese is here.”

“Where is here?” I responded.

“He’s with me. We’ve been together for a while now.” She stated. I could hear the smile in her voice.

“You know he’s married right?” I asked her. I was so confused on why she sounded so happy.

“Yes.” She said happily.

“So why the fuck would you answer the phone?” My mind responded hastily.

My eyes opened. I looked at my phone. Nothing. The light began shining through the blinds. I got up and took a shower. When I got out, I called TGI Friday’s.

“Thank you for calling TGI Friday’s.”

“Yes, I was wondering if I could speak to Kese Williams. This is his wife.”

“Kese doesn’t work today. I’m sorry.” She responded.

“Ok. Thank you.”

I hung up the phone. I went to the living room and grabbed the empty wine bottle off the table to throw away. I took the glass into the kitchen, rinsed it out, and put it in the dish washer. I heat the food that I cooked last night up, and ate it for breakfast. I washed the dishes and went back to the living room to sit on the couch.

I couldn’t get her name out of my head. Yasmine.

I watched TV until my phone ranged. It was Kese.

“Hello?” I answered trying to remain calm.

“You called me?” He responded so matter of factly.

“Kese, what do you mean did I call you? Where are you?” I asked him.

“I’m on my way home.”

“How far away are you?”

“Five minutes.”

“Okay.” I stated. I hung up the phone.

I got up, and went to sit on the front steps until Kese pulled up into the driveway. He took his time getting out of the car.

“Where were you?” I asked him still sitting down.

“I went to Jeremey’s house. I ended up falling asleep on his couch.”

“You don’t think to call to tell me that you werent coming home after you got off so I wouldn’t be scared that something happened to you?” I asked him.

“I’m sorry.” Was all that he said to me.

I stood up and followed him into the house.

“Kese, its been over 24 hours since the last time I heard from you. You’re acting like youre not wrong right now.” I stated confused as to why he is acting all nonchalant.

“I was going to call the police and file a missing persons report.” I finished.

“Babe. I’m sorry. I should’ve called.” He said with irritation in his voice.

I followed him into the bedroom.

“Are you hungry?” I asked him.

“No.” He stated blankly getting ready to shower.

“It’s almost 7. Did you eat at all today?” I asked him following him into the bathroom while he got in the shower.

“Yea. I ate at Jeremy’s.” He said to me.

I knew he was lying to me. He was with a female. I left out the bathroom and went into the living room. I sat on the couch for about an hour before heading back into the bedroom to see Kese on the bed watching television.

“Kese, do you want to be married to me?” I asked him.

“Yes Kiana. I do.” He looked at me taking his eyes off of the television.

There was silence before I for I worked up the nerve to ask him what I had on my mind.

“Can I see your phone?” I asked him.

“Yea.” He handed me his iPhone 6.

I put my thumb on the home button which usually unlocks it. It didn’t work. I looked up at Kese.

“You took my fingerprint out?” I asked.

“Yea. When we were arguing.” He responded.

“Can you unlock it?” I asked him.

“For what?”

“Because I want you to.”

“No.”

I was shocked. Any other time this wouldn’t be an issue. But then again, I never went through his phone. Usually, I would only go into his phone to call someone if he was too busy to.

“Why not?” I asked trying to keep my voice balanced.

“Because your going to find something you don’t want to see.” He stated casually.

I looked at him becoming angry.

“Kese, unlock the phone please.” I tried to stay as calm as possible.

“No.” He got off the bed and brushed past me.

“What don’t you want me to see.” I asked.

I followed him out of the bedroom into the hallway.

“Why do you want to go through my phone?” He responded hastily.

“Any other time if I wanted your phone it wasn’t an issue. But all of a sudden now its an issue.” I said no longer hiding the anger in my voice.

“Kese, I will break your phone. Then there wont be anything you have to worry about.” I stated.

“Okay. Break it. Then how would you get in contact with me as much as you like to blow my phone up.” He began raising his voice.

“You don’t answer me when I call or text you now so why the fuck does it matter?” I said matching his tone.

Kese rushed back into the room and grabbed my iPhone X.

“I got your phone and you got my phone.” He said.

“You want the code to unlock it?” I asked him.

“No.” He said.

“Then this is pointless. Keep it. I don’t give a fuck. I’m just going to take your phone with me.” I stated as I began grabbing a pair of jeans out of the closet.

Kese walked up behind me in attempt to grab his phone out of my hand. I snatched it.

“Move!” I said as I pushed him away from me.

“Give me my phone!” He yelled at me.

“NO!” I yelled back.

He walked out of the closet and sat on the bed. I put his phone in the front part of my underwear as I put my jeans on. I grabbed a sweater and quickly put it on as I looked around for my tan boots. Kese walked into the closet looking for his phone. I grabbed my phone off the bed and put it in my bra. I walked to the hallway as Kese was walking out of the closet. I hurried and grabbed my keys. As I grabbed the door knob to the front door, Kese pushed the door closed and grabbed my arm.

“Where’s my phone Kiana?” He asked aggressively.

“Let go of my arm Kese.” I said nervously.

“GIVE ME MY. FUCKING PHONE!” He yelled at me.

Kese’s eyes were filled with anger and hatred. He pushed me against the wall and grabbed my neck with one hand squeezing firmly.

“Kese! Let…GO!” I squeezed out.

“Where’s my phone Kiana.” He stated calmly while still holding onto my neck.

Kese’s legs where open so I tried to muster up enough strength to kick him in his dick. Not being able to breathe, I could barely get my leg between his legs. Kese looked down, and then at me realizing what I was trying to do.

“Bitch!” He yelled.

Before I knew, Kese quickly released one hand from around my throat while following a punch directly in my left eye. He hit me so hard my head bounced off the wall and I fell to the ground. Everything around me quickly blurred and my head was pounding with an immediate headache. The headache took away whatever pain I would’ve felt from getting punched. I had no time to react. Kese began kicking me over and over again. At some point he kicked me in the other eye. Everything was dark. I felt a mixture of kicks and fist. Luckily, I couldn’t feel any pain while he was hitting me.

Eventually, he stopped.

“Shit…” He mumbled.

I heard Kese’s footsteps as he backed away from me. I heard the front door open, and running. I attempted to move. That’s when all the pain shot through my body. I couldn’t open my eyes. I remembered my phone was in my bra. As much as it hurt to move, I was able to grab it. I couldn’t see, so I just pressed random buttons until I heard the phone began to ring.

“911, what’s your emergency?” A man stated casually over the phone.

I attempted to just say help. Nothing would come out but a sound. I couldn’t move my mouth.

“Hello?” The police officer asked.

I began sobbing in fustration that I couldn’t talk. I tried making a louder noise, something to get him to understand that I needed help but I couldn’t speak.

There was a pause on the phone.

“If this is a woman on the phone, can you make a noise for me?” He asked.

I made an attempt to grunt. I was beginning to feel very weak.

“Do you live in a blue house on Crockett Drive?” He asked.

My heart began to flutter. I made another noise attempting to say yes.

“Okay. We are sending help okay? A neighbor called in for you saying they heard fighting and a male run out of the house. Try your best to hold on. I will stay on the phone with you. You are ….” His voice trailed out.

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“She’s still not awake? When is she going to wake up?” A woman asked.

“Mrs. McLain, I’m sorry that I cant tell you when she will wake up. We just have to wait.”

I felt a cold trembling hand hugg mine. I tried squeezed back.

“Kiana? Baby are you awake?” My mom asked me.

I attempted to say yes but pain shot through my mouth. I couldn’t even nod, so I just squeezed her hand again.

“Hey, Ms. Kiana McLain. This is your nurse Ms. Taylor. I know you cant talk. Your jaw was broken in a couple of places. Your surgery is scheduled in two days. You also wont be able to see for a couple of days due to severe swelling. Okay sweetly?” She asked.

I lifted my hands to say ok in sign language.

“Oh!” She stated happily.

“You know sign language?” She asked me.

“A little. I had a friend in middle school who was deaf.” I signed back.

She chuckled.

“Okay great. I can understand it a little as well so this is wonderful. Your mother and father are here with you.” She said.

“Has anyone called my sister?” I signed back.

The nurse stated my question out loud for my mom and dad to understand.

“Not yet, we wanted you to wake up before we called her sweetly.” I heard my mom respond back.

“Okay, I am going to tell the doctor you are awake. I will be back in a few.” The nurse said.

I squeezed my moms hand again.

“Oh baby, I don’t understand what happened. The police cant find Kese. You had his phone in your underwear?” She asked confused.

I chuckled a little bit and squeezed her hand to confirm.

“The police have it now baby.” She said to me.

I gave her a thumbs up.

“I guess you’ll have to tell us what happened later. You are definitely pressing charges right?” She asked.

I wanted to scream “HELL YEA” but all I could do is squeeze her hand. Put my free hand up to my ear to remind my mom to call my sister.

“Oh, yea.” She said.

I could hear the phone ringing for FaceTime.

“This is your phone by the way Kiana.” She said.

I gave her a thumbs up.

I tried to prepare myself to hear my sister break down when she sees me. I feel better knowing I can’t see her face, but I hate to hear my older sister cry.

“Hey Amiyah!” My mom said attempting to add enthusiasm in her voice.

“Hey Mrs. McLain. Is everything okay?” She asked sounding concerned.

One thing about my mom is she isn’t good about hiding her emotions. Especially when it’s something as serious as this.

“I don’t even know where to begin…” she trailed off. I can hear the tears in her voice.

“Mrs. McLain, you’re scaring me.” My sister said with fright in her voice.

“Hey Amiyah.” I heard my dads voice who has been quiet this entire time.

“Kiana is in the hospital. She is awake but she can’t open her eyes right now and she can’t talk…her jaw is broken.” My dad said with a neutral steady voice.

That’s my dad. He hates showing emotion. Especially when everyone else is down, him being the man, he has to be strong for everyone.

I can hear my sister crying on the phone and my heart drops to me feet. There’s nothing I can do to console her. I can’t tell her I’m ok. I can’t hug her. I can’t do anything.

“Can I see her.” She asked.

I heard movement, and then my sister started crying harder.

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“Mrs. Henderson, can you please tell me what events took place that led to your hospitalization?” The judge asked me.

I looked at my mother, father, and sister sitting in the front row of the courtroom. I then turned to Kese, who was handcuffed sitting in the chair directly in front of me.

I slowly told the story of what happened that day to the judge while staring Kese in the eyes.

It turns out that Kese has been cheating on me for more than two months with a woman named Yasmine. She currently has one son by someone else and is currently pregnant with Kese’s first born. Finding this out broke my heart because I was trying to get pregnant for over two years.

“Do you have anything else you would like to say Mrs. Henderson?” The judge asked me.

“You deserve to rot in hell.” I stated plainly.

2 thoughts on “Blacked Eyes with a Broken

  1. What a heartbreaking story. Excellent writing by you. You should post it on social media. I’m going to promote your story on my Twitter feed.

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  2. THANK YOU SO MUCH! I try created a facebook page for them blog. And I promote it on my instagram and Snapchat. Thank you for the support!!!

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