Forbidden (Completed) EDITING - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Erica
I am so exhausted from my first day of work but I'm glad the students are so well mannered. It's never easy transitioning into a new class let alone a new school. Pleasantly surprised, the welcome I got from Demarcus. He's a really nice young man. It's good to see some old fashioned values instilled in someone so young.
Soon as I stepped in the house. I took my shoes off immediately. I dropped them by the door. I didn't feel like going upstairs. I heard the sound of sports commentators on the TV.
Lucky me...
My husband, Terrance laid across the couch drinking a beer. Still had his work clothes on. His shirt half open with his tie hanging around his neck. He was definitely in his own world.
Barely noticed I was standing there.
I cleared my throat.
"Oh, Hey Baby!" He got up.
"Heyyy."
He hugged me. I remember when I used to be so in love with this man. I love him but I'm just not in love with him. Something happened between us along the way and I don't know what it is.
Coming home feels like a job in itself.
"How was your day?" He sipped the last swallow of beer.
"It was good. Probably the best first day I've had in a while."
He held me by my shoulders. "That's good, Baby. You know your man is so proud of you." He kissed me. "You feel like cooking? Cause I'm starving."
I glanced at the clock on our cable box and saw it was 6:30. Is he out of his got damn mind? He's been home a whole two hours before I arrived and he wants me to cook?
"Yeah, sure, what do you have a taste for?"
"Whatever you cook, Babe. I'll eat!" He quickly pecked my forehead. "Thanks Babe!" He went and sat back on the couch.
For his sake, I'm only cooking for my daughter because I know she hasn't eaten anything but junk food since she's got home.
Before I started cooking I went upstairs to the bedroom to change my clothes.
This is too much house for me, Terrance and my youngest Briana.
Our oldest two have been on their own since they went away to college in LA. This new salary has Terrance feeling like "Daddy Warbucks". It's all a front for his colleagues and the rest of the new friends he made.
The cars, this house and how happily married we are to the blind eye.
I can't complain because he bought me an apartment in the city. It's for when I need some "me" time. He claims he knows how stressful it is to be married to him. At least he admits it. That "me" time rarely happens which means I never get to use that place so it collects dust... thinking about renting it out actually.
I walked down the hall to knock on Briana's door before I go downstairs. I strongly used the word knock because when I was her age. My mother wouldn't allow us to have our door shut.
"Bri, Bri," I knocked.
"Sí, Madrè?" She opened it quickly. She was out of breath.
I heard the music stylings of Selena playing on her speaker. This child has loved Spanish since she was little. Her and her sisters would watch The Cheetah Girls 2 on a constant.
"I'm going downstairs to cook, you wanna help me?" Briana is the mommy's girl out of her sister's. The other two are Daddy's Girls.
"Yeah, let me turn off my speaker and I'll meet you in the kitchen un momento¡"
"Okay."
Briana was telling us about her day. It was nice to have some conversation at the table. If it were Terrance and I, it would be completely silent. We barely know what to say to each other. He does all the talking about work.
"Ma, did you hear me?" Briana snapped her fingers to get my attention.
"I'm sorry, Baby, can you repeat that?"
"I said is it okay if I stay the night at Deja's house on Friday?"'
"Yeah, I don't see why not." I shrugged.
"Thanks, Mom." She smiled.
"You're welcome, Baby."
It's her last year of high school. I kinda felt bad that we left DC when we did. She's left behind so many friends. So I owe it to her to let her have as much fun as she possibly can. Instead of being cooped up in here with me and Terrance.
I trust her and I raised her well enough for her to know not to do anything stupid.
"Dad, what was Mom like in High School?" She turned her attention to Terrance.
High school sweethearts we were. Never in a million years I thought we would actually get married. You know in High School when you have a boyfriend you think you're gonna be together forever. Planning life after graduation...Little did I know he was actually serious.
Terrance placed his napkin on his plate and slouched down in the chair. A smile came over him. "She was just as beautiful then as she is now. Every guy wanted to carry her books until she became mine."
His. Was what I've been all these years. I've been referred to as Terrance's wife for years. Even though I have a career of my own and done so much more than just be his background.
"What about Dad, Mom?" She turned to me.
"Your father had all the girls over him. He was the star football player. Even though I was a cheerleader I knew I didn't have a chance with him. Your father chased after the fast girls." I sipped my wine.
"Dad, really? You were a thot chaser?"
"What does that mean?" He asked raising eyebrow.
"That hoe over there!" Briana and I said at the same time. Even I know that much.
"That's what you kids are saying these days?" He asked Briana.
"Yeah, it's actually old now but we use it from time to time." Her phone vibrated. "Ma, Dad, can I be excused? It's Deja and we gotta discuss homecoming outfits."
"Sure, make sure you put your plate in the dishwasher." I said sternly. If I don't tell them they'll leave it in the sink.
"I will. Goodnight, Mom and Dad."
"Goodnight, Sweetheart." I said.
"Goodnight, Baby Girl." Terrance smiled.
Silence.
Terrance's phone started ringing. He got up and excused himself from the table.
My foot against the hardwood floors beneath me. My arms folded and my lips quivered. I am not stupid and my mother didn't raise no fool... might had when it comes to my brother and sister.
I know Terrance is cheating on me.
I don't care at this point. Whoever the trifling slut is... she can have him.
I got up from the table and headed for the kitchen to put our plates in the dishwasher. As I bent down to start the dishwasher. I felt a hard smack on my ass.
"Baby, dinner was real good." He said, excitedly.
"Thanks."
He started to rub his beard. I knew the bullshit was coming. "Listen, Baby, I gotta head out. The fellas want me to meet them at the bar to watch the football game at 8:30."
I knew it.
"Have fun and be safe." That's all I could say.
"I will. When I get back home I'm gonna wake you up. You know how I get after a few drinks." He winked at me.
I played the flirty card as if I was actually interested in doing this. Literally felt sick to my stomach just thinking about the action.
"Alright," I said seductively as I rubbed his chest softly.
"I love you." He kissed my cheek.
"I love you too."
Sex hasn't been the same for years. Nor can I tell if it was ever good. I am just a tool for him to get off. It's been forever since he actually broke me off. Luckily, I get the job done myself on night's like this when he's not home. It can prepare me for the snooze fest once he comes home.
What does a woman need to do to get some genuine affection?
I am so exhausted from my first day of work but I'm glad the students are so well mannered. It's never easy transitioning into a new class let alone a new school. Pleasantly surprised, the welcome I got from Demarcus. He's a really nice young man. It's good to see some old fashioned values instilled in someone so young.
Soon as I stepped in the house. I took my shoes off immediately. I dropped them by the door. I didn't feel like going upstairs. I heard the sound of sports commentators on the TV.
Lucky me...
My husband, Terrance laid across the couch drinking a beer. Still had his work clothes on. His shirt half open with his tie hanging around his neck. He was definitely in his own world.
Barely noticed I was standing there.
I cleared my throat.
"Oh, Hey Baby!" He got up.
"Heyyy."
He hugged me. I remember when I used to be so in love with this man. I love him but I'm just not in love with him. Something happened between us along the way and I don't know what it is.
Coming home feels like a job in itself.
"How was your day?" He sipped the last swallow of beer.
"It was good. Probably the best first day I've had in a while."
He held me by my shoulders. "That's good, Baby. You know your man is so proud of you." He kissed me. "You feel like cooking? Cause I'm starving."
I glanced at the clock on our cable box and saw it was 6:30. Is he out of his got damn mind? He's been home a whole two hours before I arrived and he wants me to cook?
"Yeah, sure, what do you have a taste for?"
"Whatever you cook, Babe. I'll eat!" He quickly pecked my forehead. "Thanks Babe!" He went and sat back on the couch.
For his sake, I'm only cooking for my daughter because I know she hasn't eaten anything but junk food since she's got home.
Before I started cooking I went upstairs to the bedroom to change my clothes.
This is too much house for me, Terrance and my youngest Briana.
Our oldest two have been on their own since they went away to college in LA. This new salary has Terrance feeling like "Daddy Warbucks". It's all a front for his colleagues and the rest of the new friends he made.
The cars, this house and how happily married we are to the blind eye.
I can't complain because he bought me an apartment in the city. It's for when I need some "me" time. He claims he knows how stressful it is to be married to him. At least he admits it. That "me" time rarely happens which means I never get to use that place so it collects dust... thinking about renting it out actually.
I walked down the hall to knock on Briana's door before I go downstairs. I strongly used the word knock because when I was her age. My mother wouldn't allow us to have our door shut.
"Bri, Bri," I knocked.
"Sí, Madrè?" She opened it quickly. She was out of breath.
I heard the music stylings of Selena playing on her speaker. This child has loved Spanish since she was little. Her and her sisters would watch The Cheetah Girls 2 on a constant.
"I'm going downstairs to cook, you wanna help me?" Briana is the mommy's girl out of her sister's. The other two are Daddy's Girls.
"Yeah, let me turn off my speaker and I'll meet you in the kitchen un momento¡"
"Okay."
Briana was telling us about her day. It was nice to have some conversation at the table. If it were Terrance and I, it would be completely silent. We barely know what to say to each other. He does all the talking about work.
"Ma, did you hear me?" Briana snapped her fingers to get my attention.
"I'm sorry, Baby, can you repeat that?"
"I said is it okay if I stay the night at Deja's house on Friday?"'
"Yeah, I don't see why not." I shrugged.
"Thanks, Mom." She smiled.
"You're welcome, Baby."
It's her last year of high school. I kinda felt bad that we left DC when we did. She's left behind so many friends. So I owe it to her to let her have as much fun as she possibly can. Instead of being cooped up in here with me and Terrance.
I trust her and I raised her well enough for her to know not to do anything stupid.
"Dad, what was Mom like in High School?" She turned her attention to Terrance.
High school sweethearts we were. Never in a million years I thought we would actually get married. You know in High School when you have a boyfriend you think you're gonna be together forever. Planning life after graduation...Little did I know he was actually serious.
Terrance placed his napkin on his plate and slouched down in the chair. A smile came over him. "She was just as beautiful then as she is now. Every guy wanted to carry her books until she became mine."
His. Was what I've been all these years. I've been referred to as Terrance's wife for years. Even though I have a career of my own and done so much more than just be his background.
"What about Dad, Mom?" She turned to me.
"Your father had all the girls over him. He was the star football player. Even though I was a cheerleader I knew I didn't have a chance with him. Your father chased after the fast girls." I sipped my wine.
"Dad, really? You were a thot chaser?"
"What does that mean?" He asked raising eyebrow.
"That hoe over there!" Briana and I said at the same time. Even I know that much.
"That's what you kids are saying these days?" He asked Briana.
"Yeah, it's actually old now but we use it from time to time." Her phone vibrated. "Ma, Dad, can I be excused? It's Deja and we gotta discuss homecoming outfits."
"Sure, make sure you put your plate in the dishwasher." I said sternly. If I don't tell them they'll leave it in the sink.
"I will. Goodnight, Mom and Dad."
"Goodnight, Sweetheart." I said.
"Goodnight, Baby Girl." Terrance smiled.
Silence.
Terrance's phone started ringing. He got up and excused himself from the table.
My foot against the hardwood floors beneath me. My arms folded and my lips quivered. I am not stupid and my mother didn't raise no fool... might had when it comes to my brother and sister.
I know Terrance is cheating on me.
I don't care at this point. Whoever the trifling slut is... she can have him.
I got up from the table and headed for the kitchen to put our plates in the dishwasher. As I bent down to start the dishwasher. I felt a hard smack on my ass.
"Baby, dinner was real good." He said, excitedly.
"Thanks."
He started to rub his beard. I knew the bullshit was coming. "Listen, Baby, I gotta head out. The fellas want me to meet them at the bar to watch the football game at 8:30."
I knew it.
"Have fun and be safe." That's all I could say.
"I will. When I get back home I'm gonna wake you up. You know how I get after a few drinks." He winked at me.
I played the flirty card as if I was actually interested in doing this. Literally felt sick to my stomach just thinking about the action.
"Alright," I said seductively as I rubbed his chest softly.
"I love you." He kissed my cheek.
"I love you too."
Sex hasn't been the same for years. Nor can I tell if it was ever good. I am just a tool for him to get off. It's been forever since he actually broke me off. Luckily, I get the job done myself on night's like this when he's not home. It can prepare me for the snooze fest once he comes home.
What does a woman need to do to get some genuine affection?
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