Post by sexysmile on Jul 17, 2003 20:55:28 GMT -4
This is the whole story and this one has a sequel that i'll post by the weekend unless you're dying to have it before Saturday...enjoy!!
“Don’t come any closer or I’ll slice her f***ing throat!”
“Kima, think about what you’re doing…do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail?” Mark said afraid to move. Every time he made a move that was threatening to Na’Kima, she put the knife closer to Jenae’ s neck. Jenae winced as the blade pushed against her skin, tears streamed down her face.
“Quit acting like you give a f*** about me!” she screamed. “You left me for this b****! I wonder what you would do if she was gone.”
“Kima…please—“ Jenae begged.
“Shut up b**** before I throw you over this f***ing balcony! Mark, I loved you and this is how you treated me. I should kill you too.”
“Listen to yourself, Kima. Why kill her when you really want me? What has she ever done to you? This is between us…please just let her go.” Fear was in Mark’s voice as he tried unsuccessfully to hold back his tears. Seeing him weak confused her and she slowly loosened her grip on Jenae’s long black hair.
“I said I would love you until the end, Mark….this is just the beginning.”
Na’Kima pulled back on Jenae’s hair and whipped the knife across her neck. Throwing Jenae’s body in Mark’s direction she calmly walked past him as he caught Jenae and rested her body to the floor. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed 911 not even looking where Na’Kima went. Before he could speak, a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder and he slumped onto Jenae. He crawled into the hallway trying to call for help but there was no sound. His last vision was of Na’Kima running down the hallway and then everything faded.
Six Months Ago…
“Oh, excuse me, I’m sorry miss,” Mark said helping the young woman gather her belongings from the floor.
“No really it’s…okay” Jenae looked up and their eyes met. An uncomfortable smile passed between them as they rose to their feet. “I should have been paying attention to where I was going.”
“No…I should have. I just haven’t been myself lately. I’m Mark.”
“Hi, Mark…nice to meet you…Jenae,” she smiled again outstretching her hand.
“I hope I didn’t damage anything,” he said noticing a few of the packages she was carrying were marked “fragile”.
“That has yet to be determined. I won’t know until I get to my apartment.”
“You live in this building?”
“Uh, yeah, for the meanwhile. I’m moving in a few weeks. You?”
“No. I was visiting a friend, so-to-speak. Well look, here’s my number if anything’s broken, I’ll be more than glad to replace it. Once again, I’m sorry.”
“Really it’s okay,” she smiled. “It was nice meeting you Mark.”
“Same here Jenae. You have a nice night.”
“You too,” she turned and walked away still smiling.
Something about his smile made the rest of her evening a whole lot better. Every time she thought of the little things she noticed about him in their brief encounter…his eyes, the way he laughed, the tattoo in his neck, his cologne…she wanted to know more about him. She had the power in her hands to make that possible but her life was too busy for dating.
“I’ll call him tomorrow…maybe.”
~*~
“Kima, what do you want?” Mark answered half asleep. She always called late at night just to see if he would be there. Now that their relationship was over the old habit was hard to break.
“I just can’t help it, I’m used to calling you this late. I miss you Mark.”
“Whatever, Kima. Look I gotta get up early tomorrow, if there’s nothing else you want then—“
“Just you. Can I come over?”
“Didn’t I just tell you…Jesus woman! No you can’t come over! Bye Kima.”
“But baby, I—“
Na’Kima’s words were interrupted by the sound of the dial tone. She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her living room. A fire showed in her eyes she’d never seen before. It was all his fault all of it.
“So that’s how it is now?” she said slamming the receiver onto its base. “I know there’s someone else and I’m gonna find out who.” She threw the phone into the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
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“Hello again.” Jenae said tapping Mark on the shoulder. She was in the supermarket getting some last minute things for dinner when she spotted him on the cereal aisle. “Funny seeing you here.”
“Jenae! Hi. Yeah I was um, looking for something for dinner and I can’t decide on anything.”
“I see,” she said peeking into his basket and seeing Doritos, chocolate chip cookies, various sodas and a box of Fruity Pebbles. The only thing healthy in the basket was a bottle of apple juice. “You got a pretty good selection going on here,” she smiled.
“I’m not much of a cook. I really don’t have time.”
“I know. You’re pretty famous,” Jenae finally let him know she knew who he was. “Well, I always seem to cook more than enough, you’re welcome to come by and have dinner with me.”
“Are you sure, I don’t want to impose.”
“I invited you, you’re not imposing. How about you come over around seven-thirty?”
“I’ll be there.” He smiled as Jenae walked away. “Jenae, I almost forgot—“
“Apartment 1017.” She said.
“1017, gotcha.”
~*~
“Mark…Mark…Talk to me dog,” Tamir said as Mark’s eyes started to flutter. Finally his eyes opened and he focused on his surroundings.
“J-Jenae…” he whispered.
“She’s okay. The cut wasn’t too bad but she lost a lot of blood and so did you. Who did this?”
“Kima…”
Without another word Tamir ran out of the hospital room. Mark tried to get up but the pain was too much and he fell back onto the bed.
“Take it easy, man.” Larry said going to Mark’s side. “He just went to talk to the police.”
All Mark could think about was how three months ago Na’Kima and Jenae happened to meet…
Jenae stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button going to the tenth floor. Just as the doors began to close a woman put her hand between the doors and stepped onto the elevator. After a few moments, the silence broke.
“Don’t I know you?” before Jenae could answer she spoke again. “Yeah I do know you… you’re Mark’s girlfriend. I’m Kima.”
The name froze Jenae in her tracks. Everything Mark told her came flashing into her mind. When the elevator doors opened she couldn’t even move. “Nice to meet you.” She managed the words past the lump in her throat.
“Look, I know Mark filled your head with all kinds of s*** about me and he gave you the impression that I’m some psycho-b****--” she said standing directly in Jenae’s face. Then suddenly she backed away and smiled at the obvious fear she put into Jenae. “But I’m not. I just decided to warn you that you’ll be in my shoes a year from now if not sooner. SisQo loves no one but himself.”
“If that does happen it’s my problem. Just like what went on between you and Mark is yours.”
With that Jenae stepped off the elevator. She refused to let Na’Kima see the tears welling up in her eyes. Once she was in the safety of her apartment, she let the tears fall.
Over the next few weeks the confrontations got worse. Then the phone calls started.
“Hello,”
“I saw your little b**** today Mark. She’s cute but she won’t be for long.”
“Kima, stop it.” Hearing Mark on the phone made Jenae sit straight up in bed.
“I just want to know was it as good as it sounded?”
“Where are you?!” Mark asked shooting up from the bed.
“Closer than you think.”
Na’Kima hung up the phone. That night it was agreed that Jenae was moving out of her apartment for sure.
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“Don’t come any closer or I’ll slice her f***ing throat!”
“Kima, think about what you’re doing…do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail?” Mark said afraid to move. Every time he made a move that was threatening to Na’Kima, she put the knife closer to Jenae’ s neck. Jenae winced as the blade pushed against her skin, tears streamed down her face.
“Quit acting like you give a f*** about me!” she screamed. “You left me for this b****! I wonder what you would do if she was gone.”
“Kima…please—“ Jenae begged.
“Shut up b**** before I throw you over this f***ing balcony! Mark, I loved you and this is how you treated me. I should kill you too.”
“Listen to yourself, Kima. Why kill her when you really want me? What has she ever done to you? This is between us…please just let her go.” Fear was in Mark’s voice as he tried unsuccessfully to hold back his tears. Seeing him weak confused her and she slowly loosened her grip on Jenae’s long black hair.
“I said I would love you until the end, Mark….this is just the beginning.”
Na’Kima pulled back on Jenae’s hair and whipped the knife across her neck. Throwing Jenae’s body in Mark’s direction she calmly walked past him as he caught Jenae and rested her body to the floor. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed 911 not even looking where Na’Kima went. Before he could speak, a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder and he slumped onto Jenae. He crawled into the hallway trying to call for help but there was no sound. His last vision was of Na’Kima running down the hallway and then everything faded.
Six Months Ago…
“Oh, excuse me, I’m sorry miss,” Mark said helping the young woman gather her belongings from the floor.
“No really it’s…okay” Jenae looked up and their eyes met. An uncomfortable smile passed between them as they rose to their feet. “I should have been paying attention to where I was going.”
“No…I should have. I just haven’t been myself lately. I’m Mark.”
“Hi, Mark…nice to meet you…Jenae,” she smiled again outstretching her hand.
“I hope I didn’t damage anything,” he said noticing a few of the packages she was carrying were marked “fragile”.
“That has yet to be determined. I won’t know until I get to my apartment.”
“You live in this building?”
“Uh, yeah, for the meanwhile. I’m moving in a few weeks. You?”
“No. I was visiting a friend, so-to-speak. Well look, here’s my number if anything’s broken, I’ll be more than glad to replace it. Once again, I’m sorry.”
“Really it’s okay,” she smiled. “It was nice meeting you Mark.”
“Same here Jenae. You have a nice night.”
“You too,” she turned and walked away still smiling.
Something about his smile made the rest of her evening a whole lot better. Every time she thought of the little things she noticed about him in their brief encounter…his eyes, the way he laughed, the tattoo in his neck, his cologne…she wanted to know more about him. She had the power in her hands to make that possible but her life was too busy for dating.
“I’ll call him tomorrow…maybe.”
~*~
“Kima, what do you want?” Mark answered half asleep. She always called late at night just to see if he would be there. Now that their relationship was over the old habit was hard to break.
“I just can’t help it, I’m used to calling you this late. I miss you Mark.”
“Whatever, Kima. Look I gotta get up early tomorrow, if there’s nothing else you want then—“
“Just you. Can I come over?”
“Didn’t I just tell you…Jesus woman! No you can’t come over! Bye Kima.”
“But baby, I—“
Na’Kima’s words were interrupted by the sound of the dial tone. She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her living room. A fire showed in her eyes she’d never seen before. It was all his fault all of it.
“So that’s how it is now?” she said slamming the receiver onto its base. “I know there’s someone else and I’m gonna find out who.” She threw the phone into the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
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“Hello again.” Jenae said tapping Mark on the shoulder. She was in the supermarket getting some last minute things for dinner when she spotted him on the cereal aisle. “Funny seeing you here.”
“Jenae! Hi. Yeah I was um, looking for something for dinner and I can’t decide on anything.”
“I see,” she said peeking into his basket and seeing Doritos, chocolate chip cookies, various sodas and a box of Fruity Pebbles. The only thing healthy in the basket was a bottle of apple juice. “You got a pretty good selection going on here,” she smiled.
“I’m not much of a cook. I really don’t have time.”
“I know. You’re pretty famous,” Jenae finally let him know she knew who he was. “Well, I always seem to cook more than enough, you’re welcome to come by and have dinner with me.”
“Are you sure, I don’t want to impose.”
“I invited you, you’re not imposing. How about you come over around seven-thirty?”
“I’ll be there.” He smiled as Jenae walked away. “Jenae, I almost forgot—“
“Apartment 1017.” She said.
“1017, gotcha.”
~*~
“Mark…Mark…Talk to me dog,” Tamir said as Mark’s eyes started to flutter. Finally his eyes opened and he focused on his surroundings.
“J-Jenae…” he whispered.
“She’s okay. The cut wasn’t too bad but she lost a lot of blood and so did you. Who did this?”
“Kima…”
Without another word Tamir ran out of the hospital room. Mark tried to get up but the pain was too much and he fell back onto the bed.
“Take it easy, man.” Larry said going to Mark’s side. “He just went to talk to the police.”
All Mark could think about was how three months ago Na’Kima and Jenae happened to meet…
Jenae stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button going to the tenth floor. Just as the doors began to close a woman put her hand between the doors and stepped onto the elevator. After a few moments, the silence broke.
“Don’t I know you?” before Jenae could answer she spoke again. “Yeah I do know you… you’re Mark’s girlfriend. I’m Kima.”
The name froze Jenae in her tracks. Everything Mark told her came flashing into her mind. When the elevator doors opened she couldn’t even move. “Nice to meet you.” She managed the words past the lump in her throat.
“Look, I know Mark filled your head with all kinds of s*** about me and he gave you the impression that I’m some psycho-b****--” she said standing directly in Jenae’s face. Then suddenly she backed away and smiled at the obvious fear she put into Jenae. “But I’m not. I just decided to warn you that you’ll be in my shoes a year from now if not sooner. SisQo loves no one but himself.”
“If that does happen it’s my problem. Just like what went on between you and Mark is yours.”
With that Jenae stepped off the elevator. She refused to let Na’Kima see the tears welling up in her eyes. Once she was in the safety of her apartment, she let the tears fall.
Over the next few weeks the confrontations got worse. Then the phone calls started.
“Hello,”
“I saw your little b**** today Mark. She’s cute but she won’t be for long.”
“Kima, stop it.” Hearing Mark on the phone made Jenae sit straight up in bed.
“I just want to know was it as good as it sounded?”
“Where are you?!” Mark asked shooting up from the bed.
“Closer than you think.”
Na’Kima hung up the phone. That night it was agreed that Jenae was moving out of her apartment for sure.
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This is too good to stop here! I want more, more, more! ;D
I got to get it, u won't forget it, kiss you unda ya navel, I'll go where she won't go.
