This unexpected visit he just paid me let me know that she went home and told him that I was bisexual, and that I had contracted the virus. I guess my secret was too much of a burden for her to bear. What sucked the most was that he caught me in bed with Tate, both of us naked with his own two eyes, and there was nothing that I could say. Both of us were about to get our grown asses kicked by our daddies.
I won’t even get started and get into all the toys, condoms, butt plugs, and lubricants that were tossed throughout the room.
“I was really hoping the rumor I heard was a fucking lie!” my dad bellowed, looking at Tate as he rushed to put his clothes on with a look of disgust on his face. “I just knew that my boy wasn’t out here catching shit and laying up with no damn man! And yo ass!” He pointed in Tate’s direction. “Wait ‘til I get your damn daddy on the line!”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Tate began, but my dad cut him off.
“Ah, nah! Don’t fucking be sorry now! Wait ‘til yo daddy hear this shit!” my dad shouted. “Do you have the virus, too?”
When my dad asked Tate if he had the virus, I could have died right where I was standing. I could not believe the words that had just left his mouth. I knew without a doubt that my mom had told my dad everything, but why?
“Wow! I can’t believe she actually told you,” I muttered, and that was what made my dad lose it.
Charging me like a bull, he somehow made it from the door to across the room where I was standing in less than two seconds. When he hit me, I flipped over the bed, and when I looked up, Tate had his shoes in his hands and was hauling ass out of my room. That was the second time he had left me hanging while I was being attacked. I didn’t get that shit at all!
When I turned toward my bed, I braced myself as I watched my dad run across it toward me. Before I could react, he was on top of me whoopin’ my ass with his leather belt. When I looked in his eyes it was a mixture of hurt and anger. I wanted to flip toss his old ass, but I let him go ahead and take his anger out on me.
“You gotdamn right she was going to tell me, boy! When she got back from seeing you the last time, she was worried sick about you. Her blood pressure has been high and everything. She always walkin’ around lookin’ like she lost her best friend, and she been havin’ migraines back-to-back. You can’t put that type of pressure on your mama like that!” he said as hecontinued to hit me with the belt. “Because of you, your mama had a mild stroke!” When he said that my heart sunk. Now, I understood why he was here putting this whipping on me. “You better be lucky I didn’t lose her! If that would have happened, this ass whoopin’ is nothing compared to what I’d do to your ass!” I just laid there and let him continue to swing until he was done.
“I’m sorry, Dad. Is Mom okay?” I asked once he was finished after he walked all over me.
“Yeah, she’s okay, but it scared me half to death. I thought I was about to lose her! All over this foolishness you got goin’ on over here! Boy, you just don’t know.”
Getting up off the floor then sitting on the edge of my bed, I covered the lower half of my body with the comforter. I felt like shit listening to my dad snap about my mom having a mild stroke. I never thought that her health was being affected that much by holding a secret from him for me. I felt horrible for that because in that moment, it made me look like a selfish ass nigga. No wonder she told him.
“Just so we clear,” my dad continued, looking at me with a disappointed expression on his face, “I whooped your ass because I almost lost your mama over the bullshit you got goin’ on in your life. If you want to continue to run around doing all that nasty shit, do you! That’s yo ass if you wanna catch all types of shit but do me a favor! Don’t call your mama stressin’ her over NONE OF IT!”
“This is the reason why I didn’t call you. I know you don’t approve of my lifestyle. You want me to be able to come talk to you but look how you just reacted,” I defended.
“Boy, please don’t make me!” He flinched like he was about to swing the belt on me again. “I DO NOT APPROVE of you being with no damn man! It breaks my heart that you had to learn life the hard way by losing your beautiful wife. Now, youdone caught a virus that could kill yo ass! To see that what you doin’ is not natural, but it’s your life to live, not mine. Had you stayed with Ava and lived life the way it was intended to be lived you wouldn’t be in the predicament that you’re in! But that’s your issue, not mine and damn sure not your mother’s!” he yelled before he stormed out of my room.
A few seconds later, I heard the front door slam, letting me know that he left. I couldn’t believe I had just gotten my ass beat by my dad like a fucking kid. What shocked me more than that was that he caught me in bed with Tate of all people. I couldn’t imagine what Tate was thinking right now.
As angry as I was because he didn’t even attempt to help me, just like that night at the restaurant when we ran into Ava, I was still very concerned about him. His dad felt the same about gay men that my father felt and as pissed off as my dad was, I knew the moment he left my house that he had called Tate’s dad and told him about everything. Then the fact that my dad thought that Tate had the virus also… I knew that was about to be a serious problem for him. That was going to push Tate into a corner where he was going to have to tell his pops about everything that had been going on.
Going downstairs to lock my front door, I stopped in the kitchen to grab the bottle of Merlot that was in the fridge. Not bothering to get a wine glass, I opened it and drank straight from the bottle. Taking it upstairs with me, I went into my bathroom so that I could shower and get dressed. I wanted to give Tate some time to see if he was going to reach out to me. Being that he saw me get attacked by my dad, I was hoping he would have called to check on me by now. I figured if I didn’t hear from him soon then his dad probably got ahold of him. By the time I got dressed, I checked my phone and saw that he still hadn’t called or texted me, so I waited for another thirty minutes then called him.
When he didn’t answer, I called him right back, and he sent the call straight to voicemail again. Seconds later, I got a text from him that said he was on the line with his dad. I felt fucked up because once again, my bullshit had not only caught up to me, but it affected Tate also. He wasn’t ready to come out to his family just yet, and neither was I. Even though I understood why my mom told my dad, I still wished she would have let me be the one to come out. It was like everything and everyone around me was falling apart. It made me feel cursed, and I was at my wit’s end. I couldn’t take much more.
DAWN
For the last few months, I had been feeling horrible from the moment I woke up and all throughout the entire day. At first, I thought I was coming down with a cold or my allergies were acting up. But then, when I couldn’t shake the feeling no matter what I took, I started to suspect that I could be pregnant. It was weird because I had been getting my period on-time for the last few months. The only thing about that was that they were much lighter than they’d normally be. The bottom of my stomach was sore, my breasts had become tender to the touch, and my appetite had increased. I tried to push it off on all the sex that Troy and I had been having because he and I had been inseparable from the first night we spent together. If we weren’t at my house, we were at his. Our relationship had been going so well that he finally introduced me to his son last weekend for the first time.
No matter how hard I tried not to admit it, I had fallen hard for Troy. There was nothing that I could do to fight it. Eventually, I gave in, and I had to admit that this was the happiest I had ever been in my life. Troy was a great guy, and I was so thankful that I had given him a second chance. I didn’t regret one thing about our relationship. When he said that hewanted me to meet his son I truly felt honored. I knew how much his son meant to him, and for us to meet was another sign that Troy took our relationship seriously. I had never in my life been more nervous about meeting a kid before ever!
Troy and I both agreed that if his son didn’t like me, we would have to rethink how far our relationship would go. The stakes were high because I would never put him in a position to have to choose between me or his kid. What was nerve wrecking was the fact that I felt my emotions were in too deep with him now. I wouldn’t have known what to do if his son hadn’t liked me.
Troy took his baby mama to court for visitation shortly after we started dating. I was extremely happy about that because that meant he was serious about moving on from her. Even though he was ordered to start paying her child support on a weekly basis, the judge granted him visitation every other weekend without Monica being present. That was a great accomplishment for Troy, but it caused some serious backlash with Monica.
Troy was able to keep his son from Friday to Sunday evenings, every other weekend at his house. When he was first granted visitation, the weekends his son was at his house, I stayed home. Once his son would go back home, Troy and I were inseparable again. The only time we weren’t together was while we were working. I used to hate that time away from him. Thankfully, when I met TJ, although he was a little shy, he ended up liking me and all was good. Troy and I were both relieved, and the best part, I didn’t have to spend time away from my boo anymore.
Monica was the only person that had an issue with how things were, and as a result, she started being super messy. She liked to use their son as a pawn, and it was sickening to watch. I fully understood now what Troy and Kevin were talking about when it came to how ignorant she was.
Other than Monica’s messy ass, things were great up until lately. I hadn’t been feeling the best. Out of nowhere, I’d get hit with this wave of sickness that would leave me feeling dizzy and nauseous. It wasn’t letting up, but thankfully, it wasn’t getting worse. It was just consistent, and I couldn’t shake it. It reminded me of that one time when I had vertigo. This morning when Troy woke up, he tried having morning sex, and usually I was down for it, but not today.
He was pressing his woody against my backside causing my body to rock back and forth against his, and it had me feeling seasick. When he went to slide into my warm kitty from behind, he immediately started beating it up from the back going ham like usual. Normally, I would match him thrust for thrust, but not today. The whole time he was workin’ my back out, I was beginning to feel worse.
Just as he was about to cum, he latched onto my hips and started ramming in and out of me from the back. Unable to hold it in any longer, I threw up all over the comforter from all of the rocking and pounding that we were doing.
