“It’s not what it looks like. We were just talking.”
“With your dick out?” I ask, glancing down at his boxer covered penis.
He shakes his head. He attempts to take a step toward me but stops. “Okay, look, you’re right. We messed around. But I was missing you, and I got lonely. I was vulnerable, and Rochelle just happened to come by.”
I look over at my sister. She’s staring angrily at Jamieson. She just told this man that she loved him, and she wanted to be withhim. I was wondering how she could stand there and hear him lie about their relationship.
Then it dawns on me. Jamieson was right about one thing; Rochelle was my mother. In some twisted fate, I ended up in just as much of a fucked-up love triangle as my parents. However, I refused to play my mother or Vanessa in this.
Looking back at Jamieson, I shake my head. “Three years. I admit, I wasn’t perfect. I had my issues, but I was good to you. I loved you.”
“Baby, I love you too. Nasiah, we can get past this.”
Rochelle scoffs. I turn to glare at her.
“And you.”
“Don’t even,” she snarls. Climbing off the bed, she picks up Jamieson’s discarded shirt and pulls it on. “I don’t owe you shit. Jamie and I love each other.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ro,” Jamieson shouts.
“No,” she snaps with tears in her eyes. “I’m tired of hiding and sharing you with that bitch. All my life she has had everything.”
“Everything?” I ask, baffled.
“Yes,” she shouts. “You were always the chosen child. Siah is so quiet, I hardly know she’s home. Siah keeps her room clean. Siah is so smart she gets good grades. Siah this and Siah that. No matter what I did, it was never good enough for him. And Mommy was no different. She always wanted me to be more like you.”
I watch as tears track down Ro’s face. For the first time, I see what her childhood looked like.
“I was constantly reminded that I wasn’t you.”
We lived two different versions of the same life. Each of us thought the other had it better. It’s still proven that Romeo spent more time with Rochelle than me, but I guess it wasn’t all roses. She and I are both broken products of the fucked-up adults in our lives.
“So you took the hurt caused by our parents out on me?” Hey, I get trauma causes people to do stupid things, but it doesn’t give her an excuse for this.
She roughly wipes her face, clearing her tears. “Finally, I found someone who values me more than you. I provided him with something you never could. Nasiah wasn’t good at everything after all.” Her chin lifts in the air.
That chasm in my heart seems to grow wider.
“Listen,” Jamieson pleads. “You know we have that problem with sex.” I cut my eyes away from him.
“You got a problem with sex, Beauty?” Raziel’s question has me lifting my head toward him. The smirk on his face catches me off guard.
Rochelle chuckles. “She can’t get wet for shit. Lays there like an unresponsive sack of potatoes.” She mocks. I look back at Jamieson. He looks away shamefully.
“Bet you wish you would’ve taken someone else,” Rochelle laughs.
“Damn,” Raziel says. “I must have missed all this.” He holds up his fingers that are still glistening with my arousal. “Twice I had you running like a got damn river.” He sticks the digits in his mouth.
My face flames. Rochelle gasps, covering her mouth.
“What?” Jamieson asks.
I turn to see him watching me.
“You fucked him?” he roars.
“I…..”
