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“Hmm, no hands. You’re such a good girl. Swallow more.” Hands full of weave bundles, I gripped her head and forced every inch of my dick down her throat.
She never gagged.
She never stopped sucking.
“Catch it.” And she did. Caught it and swallowed it with no traces of my kids on her tongue.
“You taste so good.” Naked on her knees, Ariel sported a beautiful freshly fucked afterglow.
“And cut.” Benny, my director, yelled, and everyone started moving around preparing for the next scene. “Ariel, let me get some pictures of you. Stay just like that.”
While they finished all the promotional pictures, I grabbed my robe from my assistant Jewels and went into my dressing room to shower and prepare for the interview process on the new talent coming in today.
“Uh, Damien. I think you should call your brother back. He’s been calling for the last hour and a half.” She handed me my phone and quickly closed the door.
Cutting on the water, I unlocked my phone and froze, seeing all the missed calls. It wasn’t odd for Jeremiah to call me, but it was odd for my dad. Until this point, I didn’t think he knew my number. Erased it like he was trying to erase me from his memory. The more I stared at all the missed calls and messages an unsettling feeling gnawed at my stomach. Dread had me turning off the shower and getting dressed. Ignoring everyone who tried to stop and talk to me. Once I got in my car, I sat there unsure of who I wanted to call back. Unsure of why everyone else had called me but her.
“Ezekiel,” Jeremiah answered on the first ring.
“Is it…” Shaky hands rubbed my chest. “Is it mom?”
His silence pierced the dagger deeper. “Yes. We’re at Broward General.” He hung up and I sped out of the parking lot breaking every speeding law known to man.
From Homestead to Broward, I made it there in under twenty-five minutes. Tossed valet my keys and ran inside. I tried not to catch an attitude with the registration clerk moving slow. Tried not to get pissed off when I stepped on the elevator with several other people who had to get off on every floor, it seemed. Full sprint, I ran until I made it down the hall where my brother and his wife were standing outside talking.
Leann tried to smile when she saw me, but sadness gripped her tightly. Jeremiah’s red eyes made mine water. “She… Mom… she um, she passed.”
“What room is she in?” My voice was so low I wasn’t sure if they heard me.
“Right here, Ezekiel.” Leann guided me inside the room across the hall.
Each step I took, my stomach dropped lower and lower. My heart ached with a pain I’ve never felt before. Her room felt cold. Dark, the only light illuminating from a small table in the corner. I saw her feet first under the white covers of the bed. I kept telling myself that they didn’t know what they were talking about. That mom was just sleeping. She probably had a bad reaction to her last round of chemo, and she hadn’t passed on like Jeremiah assumed.
Stepping fully in front of her bed, there she lay peacefully sleeping. Beautiful as always. “What happened?” I asked no one in particular. Rounding her bed, I grabbed her hand, my body shivered feeling its coldness.
“She went down for her afternoon nap after sitting on the porch. Doctors said she died in her sleep. Peaceful.” My dad’s despair and grief suffocated me. Strangled me heavily until my body bent down and rested over her body.
“Ma, you can’t do this to me.” Resting my warm cheek against her cold one, I kept begging and pleading that she’d wake up. “You can’t leave me, mom.” My imagination wanted me to believe that the wetness between our cheeks was hers and the squeeze of a hand was hers too. “I love you, mom.”
I don’t know how long I stayed there. Speaking directly in her ear. Apologizing for all the wrong and disappointment I caused her. Apologized for breaking her heart and petitioning with God, asking Him to make a deal with me. If He brought my mother back, I’d never make another video again. At the same time thanking God that I had breakfast with her this morning before I went to the studio. Jeremiah had to pull me off once the nurses came to transfer her body down to the morgue.
We all stood outside her room unsure of what to do next. What were we supposed to do? What was I supposed to do without my mom?”
“Where were you?”
I knew this day would come, but I’d been in denial for a long time. Who wanted to accept death? My mom was my heart, my everything.
A shove to my chest and my head bouncing off the wall behind me, I snapped out of my head and glared at my dad. “Answer me, boy. Where in the hell were you? Let me guess, out here being a damn prostitute while your mother was dying.” Angry with bitterness, my dad glared at me with pure disgust. “Your mother died never seeing you get married or have kids. That’s all she wanted from you. All the memories your mother has of you are nothing but shame and disappointment.”
I understand grief fucked with the mind and had people’s emotions on ten, but my dad was pushing it. Leann’s nervous eyes bounced between us. Jeremiah was fed up. Dad better say whatever he wanted to say because this was the last time he ever disrespected me.
“You ain’t shit.” He seethed, so angry that he was shaking and crying. A fucking coward. “Never been shit. Just a waste of money and effort. It should’ve been you that died, not her.” That gutted me. Gutted me deep, that I had to take deep breaths. “You are not my so…”
“Enough!” Jeremiah yelled, causing several passing nurses to gasp. “Ez, don’t listen to him. Right now, he’s overly emotional and…”
“Shut the hell up, Jeremiah. I know exactly what I’m saying. I meant everything. I hate the day you were born.”
“Damien, close your damn mouth.” Leann shrieked.
