Twisted

Strong feelings

Stormy

My night ended perfectly, well at least that's what I thought.

I have always been the type that didn't take no mess and I ain't plan to start now. I always got what I wanted and this situation wasn't going to be any different. At least that's what I was telling myself. I woke up in the arms of my husband's brother Oscar who was also my best friend's husband. The morning light chimed in as we rolled over to get up for a new day. This affair was taking a toll on my life but I didn't want it to end any time soon.

"Oscar, wake up," I said as I nudged him on his side. 

His Hazel eyes gazed into mine and right then, I knew I loved this man. It was no way we could actually end up together because it would be detrimental to everyone around us. Oscar dreads were long, he stood 6'3 light skinned with a flat stomach and nice abs. He had hazel brown eyes, pink lips and still love like he was in his early twenties. Lawd, he was something handsome and every chick in New Jersey was after him. My son started to look more and more like him as time went on.

Craig on the other hand had a toffee colored skin tone but he stood 6'1 with dark brown eyes and a nice fade. Both brothers had it going on so nobody but me could tell my son wasn't Craig's. They both had a lot of resemblance to each other since they did have the same parents.

"I'm up, Stormy," Oscar moaned. 

"Well, get up. I have to go and get my kids," I replied. 

"Bae, go ahead. I think I'll sleep in today," Oscar replied in a deep tone that echoed through the Condo. 

I rolled right over him, got up and put on my dress from last night. I rushed through traffic because I knew Craig would be talking shit. This the second night in a row I had stayed out on him. Craig's car was still in our driveway so he must be off today as well.

That means I would have a hold day home with my husband and kids. Everyone must have still been asleep because I didn't hear not one sound in the kitchen. Next thing I knew my cell started going off. It was Lyric ass texting me. 

It read: I know we haven't talked in a min but I'm going through something in my marriage. If you are not busy please call me.

From juggling two different lives to now having to talk to the same person I see as an enemy was enough to make a chick like me go crazy. I looked down at her text message but didn't respond. I walked up the stairs of my million dollar home. The stairs were lined with gold trimming all the way from the bottom of the stairs to the top of our hallway. I wasn't about to lose this lifestyle for nobody. Coming from the slums on the other side of the tracks Lyric knew exactly where we both came from. She needed to just sit back and be happy with the life God gave both of us. That's when I had a flashback of the old days.

The night of the Chris Brown Concert. When we both were hanging out at an after party. We had spent everything we had left to get in. Living paycheck to paycheck we both were struggling. We were still in college at The University of Memphis and trying to stay a float. Although we didn't have Gucci bags, or Prada bags we had each other. Lyric and I were very close and it wasn't a day go by when we didn't talk or hang out together. The night at the after party changed our lives. Some ways for the better but in other ways for the worst. I recalled standing close by the DJ booth and requesting one of my favorite Chris Brown songs, " Pills and Automobiles."

"Ow

Wet, wet, wet, wet

Wet, wet, wet, wet,

Wet,wet,wet,wet

Wet, wet, oh baby

Ba-ba-baby

Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)

I'm just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)

Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby."

The music was playing and the night seemed to be going perfect. That's when I felt a bump and almost stumble over my own feet. Someone had just bumped into me. The bump was so hard they killed my hold vibe. I was no longer in a vibing mood, I became frustrated, pissed, and moody all in one. Without even looking to see who it was I screamed, "Damn, watch where the hell are you going."

Laughing and smiling, he was very nice about the hold thing even after I went off.  I was highly pissed, this nigga had wasted red punch all down my white Versace shirt. I had bought the shirt the day before the concert but planned on returning it the next day. I still had the tag stuff down my back.

I could hear Lyrics saying, "Stormy calm down, calm down boo."

I ran to the bathroom without saying  another word to anyone. I was frustrated, angry, and hella pissed. This shirt cost me half of my little paycheck I did make. I stood in the mirror of the bathroom trying to rub out the stain which didn't come out much of nothing. Lyric pushed open the bathroom door. She tried her best to console me but it didn't work at all.

"Stormy it will be ok. I'll just have to help you pay for it," Lyric managed to say. 

"Do you know how much this shirt cost? I'm surely dead for the reason of the week. I won't have any gas money to get to class or none to eat with the rest of this week."

"We in this together, it's gonna be alright," Lyric replied as she rubbed on my back. 

" It's not ok and it's not gonna be alright, Lyric stop saying that shit," I yelled out of frustration.

By now my blood was boiling hot. I wanted to punch something or anybody. Without thinking I stormed out the restroom and right back into the arms of the guy who bumped me in the first place.

"I'm sorry about your shirt. Can I be of help to you? I'm offering you to go to my limo and I will help you buy another one," the gentleman said. 

I didn't say a word just looked into the eyes of my future husband.

"No, I'm ok seriously," I said, getting more irritated. 

"You don't sound ok. You sound very mad," Craig managed to reply. 

Lyric stood by me hitting me in my side with her elbow. Bugging for me to say yes. I lend into her very closely and whispered, " We don't know this guy for all we know he could be a killer."

"I'm Craig by the way ladies."

"Hi, I'm Lyrics and this is my best friend Stormy," Lyric managed to say in a polite tone. 

"What I told you about giving my real name out to a stranger," I said with an attitude to Lyric. 

At times Lyric was way too friendly and I had told her about that over friendly shit before.

"So can I offer to pay for the shirt and you ladies some coffee. I'm really sorry for spilling my punch on your shirt."

I looked up at Craig's dark brown eyes and felt that his offer was genuine. Then Lyric hit me again right in my funny bone.

"Ok, sure, we can go," I replied. 

That's the moment everything changed for both Lyric and I. Our life hasn't been the same since that night.