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  Every time I looked at Shayvon, he was already looking at me. I didn’t have to do anything to get his attention. I already had it and I was falling hard for him. Shayvon spent all of that money and never even asked if I was seeing other dudes. I’m sure he figured that after today’s shopping spree, no other man would have a chance with me, and he was right. Shayvon made me feel like a princess.

  Right in the middle of our fun, I received a text message from a number that I didn’t recognize.

  Unknown: Sacaria, this is a friend of your mothers. I need you to come to the hospital. Your mother has been hurt, and she is asking for you.

  Sacaria: Who is this and why should I care?

  Unknown: I’m sorry to have bothered you. If you decide to visit Davona, please call me. I will give you the information you need. Because of the nature of her injuries I had to put you on the list to visit her.

  Sacaria: Ok thanks for texting.

  When I looked up from my phone, Shayvon was already looking at me. Before he could say anything, I asked him to take me home. He asked me if everything was okay, but I never answered him. I felt bad that I just took all of his gifts and went home, without explaining to him that Davona had been hurt. Hearing that Davona was hurt had brought up so many memories, and I didn’t want to talk about it with anyone. I just needed to be alone as soon as possible.

  Shayvon

  We’d just finished shopping, when Sacaria got a text and rushed home. She barely even hugged and kissed me when she got out of the car. I knew something was wrong, and I wanted to help her, but she dipped on me before I had the chance.

  I was up half the night worrying about her. It had been three days, and she hadn’t replied to any of my calls or texts. I even knocked on her door, but she didn’t answer. I don’t know if she left town or what.

  I stopped by Moms to see how things were going. Moms told me that Davona was in the hospital. Apparently, her ex-boyfriend was obsessed with her. He wanted her to come back to the drug life with him. This dude must have been stalking Davona. He approached her after church on Sunday. When she refused to go with him, he went crazy and started beating her half to death right there on the street, but he got away.

  Right then I knew that I had to find Sacaria, not only for me, but because this mark might be going after her too, if he hadn’t already.

  As I was leaving my mom’s, Sacaria texted me and said that, she was okay and she needed some time. I didn’t understand why she left me hanging, when we were hitting it off so well. I guess it was too soon to expect more from her. Nevertheless, it angered me that I was feeling some type of way. To make myself feel better, I did what I do best and called my boys. Fuck this shit; I’m about to turn the fuck up. It’s a good thing that I haven’t told those fools about Sacaria. If I had, they would be talking big shit about me getting played like a fuck boy.

  Sacaria

  I finally went to see Davona. She was not looking good at all. She wanted to apologize to me and asked me to forgive her. I told her that I would consider it. She introduced me to Shayvon’s mother, who was there visiting. They both invited me to church. I didn’t trust church, but I might one day, so I promised to think about it.

  I told Davona about Granny Amanda’s funeral service. Then I told her about my life in Atlanta. After that, I was ready to go. I just didn’t have it in me to keep talking to her, as if the past never happened. I had so many questions, but I wasn’t ready for the answers. I’d always felt that if I saw Davona, I would beat her like she stole something, but somebody beat me to it. I almost felt bad for her. Apparently, one of her old crack head boyfriends had flipped out. He beat her ass badly. I figured that somehow she probably deserved it.

  It’s weird that she would even think that a simple apology would take away all of the damage she caused. I am damaged goods, thanks to her. I see that she hasn’t changed one bit. It’s always about her and what she wants. Would it have killed her to ask me what I needed from her or what would help me to heal? Davona never even bothered to ask how her stupid ass had affected my life. Or just a simple, are you okay? It might be rocket science to her crack head ass, but to me, it’s common sense. There will be some long, hard thinking after this. Maybe I could turn a new leaf and be the bigger person, but that really isn’t my style. Where is the benefit in being the bigger person? Until I see a reward at the end of this dark tunnel, being the bigger person is out of the question.

  I have a few good memories of our life together and the rest was like a scene from hell. Now she wanna play the victim and take me on a guilt trip. She could have apologized before this happened. She came to Granny’s, trying to be cool like it has just been a long time since we’ve seen each other, and telling how much she missed me. The word sorry never found its way out of her mouth. This bitch ain’t changed. Davona had better be lucky that I didn’t go to that room to finish what her dude started.

  Davona

  I am so glad that Sacaria finally stopped by to see me. I want to tell her so much, but I don’t know if the time is right. I just don’t want Harvey to catch up to me and kill me. I never had the chance to tell her everything. I want the chance to love her, as she has always needed me to. I will just keep praying that I get the chance.

  Chapter 5

  Sacaria

  I haven’t talked to Shayvon in over a week. I felt guilty about shutting him out, but I don’t want him to see me. I don't like to be around anyone when I am all fucked up in the head. For the life of me, I don’t know why I react to stress and hurt the way I do. My window blinds stay closed at times like this. I don’t get dressed, brush my teeth, and might not even wash my ass. My hair can end up being another story all on its own. One time my hair ratted up so bad that I damn near had to cut it. If I did not have to force myself to eat, then I wouldn’t get out of my bed either. It’s just hard to fight away the hopelessness, so I succumb to it. Shay won’t understand and he might not like what he sees. I just hope that he will wait for me to get back on track. A nigga like him would never have to wait on any female and especially not me.

  Shayvon

  Todd and Q’Mari gathered up some of the flyest bitches and threw a butt-naked party. If you weren’t willing to get ass naked in that mother, then you wasn’t welcome. Except, the three of us, never took our clothes off though, unless we was fucking. Anyways, we were doing the most with bare titties and ass everywhere, things couldn’t be better. Everybody had been supplied with the drug of their choice and drinking the finest. We did freaky shit all night. The video was constantly recording, and it was all good in that joint. I approached Q’Mari on some drunk conversation shit, while he was sucking on girl’s neck and fingering her. It was nothing for us, because that’s how we partied. Nobody gave a fuck. It was almost like one big orgy. I just never liked to share. Whoever was with me was with me and me only for the night. I might have five hoes to myself but they weren’t allowed to fuck nobody in the party but me. Nobody ever complained about it and neither did I.

  This Latina with a fat ass kept following me around all night. Although her voice was sexy, I was still having a hard time chilling with a female that I could not understand. Truth be told, I wasn't really interested in talking no way, but some bitches be having some dope conversation. Miss Latina was relentless, and finally pinned me in a corner and got on her knees. She wrapped both hands around my dick, spit on it and went to work. Once I let her give me some head, she became determined to fuck me. Two other females joined in, but they ended up just being in the way. The dark-skinned female kept talking too damn much and her friend didn’t smell right. How did these bitches make it into the lineup? I ended up shoving them to the side and taking Miss Latina home with me. I usually don’t take anybody from the party home with me, but the sex was on point. I started forgetting about my problem with Sacaria, which was exactly what I was trying to do.

  I got this little bitch to the house and she was already butt ass naked before I got her out of the car. As soon
as we got in the house, she started trying to rip my clothes off. She was high as hell and would not stop fucking and sucking on me. I was wit it too. After our introduction at the party, I already knew what I was in for. She was sucking on my toes and trying to lick my ass, but I guess I wasn’t drunk enough for that.

  Since it was too soon to have sex with Sacaria, I became a kid in a candy shop. Now that I had Miss Latina alone, I could do everything I had wanted to do before we was rudely interrupted by Ren and Stimpy. I kept sucking on this hoe’s big ass nipple and squeezing her fat ass. I was able to bend her legs behind her head, so I went as deep as I wanted to. She was moaning real loud in Spanish or some shit, with her juices leaking like a faucet. I think I hit every hole on her body, yet she didn’t even break a sweat. She got up and started riding the shit out of me. Something about the way she manipulated her body, made me damn near scream out in ecstasy. Right when her walls started to clamp down on me and my dick started to pulsate, I looked up and saw Sacaria standing in the doorway. I could not believe this shit.

  I pushed the bitch off me so hard that she fell to the floor. “¡Pendejo de mierda!” I heard the hoe cussing me out in Spanish as I ran after Sacaria.

  “Wait bae! Don’t go!” I pleaded, but I let her go, because how could I fix this shit with a hard dick and a naked bitch still in my house.

  “¿Quién demonios era que?”

  I didn’t have time to figure out what she was yelling about. So I snatched her up and got her dressed, and then dropped her off at the same hotel where I found her. She grabbed the steering wheel and tried to slap me upside my head. This bitch really had to go. First, I back-handed her in the mouth. Then I snatched her purse and threw it out of the car window.

  “¡Eso esta jodido!” she yelled, as she jumped out of the car to fetch her purse. Already not caring about anything but Sacaria, I sped off with the car door still open. My car door slammed shut from the speed and velocity, as I damn near burned rubber, hitting the corner. I was driving so damn fast that I didn’t see the police lights in my rear view mirror. Damn! All I wanted to do was get to my bae, but now I’m about to go to jail. I’m still fucked up from the drinks I had a few hours ago. There is no way that I can talk my way out of this situation.

  “Sir, put your hands on the steering wheel,” the officer said forcefully, as he approached my car.

  “Good evening, sir,” I replied, trying to sound respectful.

  “Do you know how fast you were driving? I clocked you at ninety-five in a sixty-five miles per hour zone. Can I see your driver’s license and registration?” He mean-mugged and sized me up.

  “My apologies, officer,” I said, hoping that little bitch didn’t leave any dope in my car. Since she was so pissed off about the situation, there is no telling what she did to retaliate against me. I was so busy thinking about Sacaria that I did not stop to check my car before continuing on. That’s what I get for doing shit out of character. I can’t throw a pity party for myself when I knew better. There has always been a reason why I don't give rides to just any female and especially in the Phantom.

  I handed him my driver’s license and registration. "This sure is a nice car for a young guy like yourself." The officer took a step back from the car. He got on his radio and called for his back up. When his backup arrived, they went off to the side and started talking. I swear it seemed like forever, watching them stand there, banded together against me and plotting from a distance. Suddenly, two officers came back to the car, and started asking me about my sports career. I was both irritated and nervous, but I put on a fake smile and pretended to be interested. The first officer warned me to watch my driving and told me to call someone to come and drive for me. I couldn’t call my boys, because I knew they were drunk and high as hell, and probably still knee deep in pussy.

  With plan B in mind, I called Mom to ask for a favor. Even though I hated to wake Mom, I asked her to persuade Sacaria to drive my car home for me. I figured that even if Sacaria is hurt that she might still drive for me if my mom asks her instead of me. Then at least I could see her again and get the chance to explain. While I impatiently waited, the officers wanted to take cell phone pics with me, and kept talking to me about my game highlights. One of the officers thought it was a shame that I could no longer play.

  Moms was down as fuck, so even though it was late night, she still did as I requested. Within twenty minutes, Moms pulled up behind the police car with Sacaria by her side. Once I saw the unsettled look on Sacaria’s face, I knew that I had blown my chances with her. The only reason she came along, was that my Moms had asked her to. Sacaria drove me home with my Moms following us. I assumed that Mom was following us, so that Sacaria didn’t have to stay with me after the drive. She never said one word to me the entire way there. I could feel the tension in the car as we drove. I wanted to reach out and say something, but I did not want to couple a bruised ego with the humiliation I was already suffering through. Not to mention, the guilt that sat on my chest the entire way home.

  When we pulled up to my crib, I asked Sacaria to stay so we could talk. Without a reply, she turned to walk away as if she never heard me. I gently grabbed her arm to pull her towards me and begged her not to leave. I don’t know if it was the drinks, but I actually begged this girl to stay. Sacaria pulled away and kept walking. Leaning against my car, I watched Sacaria go to the driver side of my mom’s car. She said something, and then waved goodbye to Mom. To my surprise, she came back to me and we walked into the house together. That was just the chance I needed to get my baby back for good.

  I felt so bad about Sacaria walking in on me earlier that night. I tried my best to explain the situation to her, without sounding like a hustla. I didn't want it to seem like I was running some type of game on her, because I wasn't. Surprisingly she seemed to understand. She said that she would have probably done the same, if it was the other way around, and since we wasn’t official or fucking, she couldn’t stay mad for too long. I am not sure if I liked her response in its entirety, but I couldn't go wrong with a pass. At the end of the day, I guess it was the fact that she actually witnessed it going down that ultimately had her vexed.

  I lay down with Sacaria after taking a shower and getting that other bitch’s scent off me. Without saying a word, I just laid there for a minute, looking at bae. It wasn't hard to see that Sacaria had a good heart. She seemed a little hesitant, yet she still forgave me. As a man my pride would not have let me forgive her so easily, if it was the other way around. I held her tight. “You know I got love for you, Sacaria; I almost went to jail for yo’ ass tonight.”

  “Serves your ass right, nigga,” Sacaria said, as she turned to kiss me.

  I started getting worried, because I could feel my dick getting hard and I knew that we couldn’t have sex. Sacaria started to pull my dick out. I stopped her and asked what in the hell she was doing. I had just been lucky enough to get one “get out jail of free” pass. She said that she was almost eighteen and that she was ready. I didn’t know how much experienced she was with sex, so I let her take control. She slipped her head under the sheets and gave me the bopping of a lifetime.

  I’m not sure why I was surprised, but her little fast ass knew exactly what to do. Sacaria was a beast in the bed. She rode me so good that I secretly vowed never to let another man have her again. She was so wet and tight. Her body was perfect and soft. I would have thought she was a virgin, except for her skill set. Bae was whipping it on a nigga real good. I watched her every move as she rode me like a stallion. I was in love with the way her body movements were so in sync. Her ass and titties seemed to jiggle to the same beat. When she flipped over so I could hit it from the back, I noticed her toes that were still freshly pedicured, with a little toe ring and gold anklet that I bought her. The sight of it all was too much. I'm a visual nigga and everything thing about her looks, heightened the sensations and made nut burst of out my dick like a rocket. Damn! I was officially sprung.

  Chapter 6r />
  Sacaria

  I knew that I had no business showing up to Shay’s crib unannounced, but I felt so guilty about the way I had treated him after my mother’s attack. After I was able to get up and about, I wanted to surprise him and I didn’t want another day to pass without seeing him. I took a taxi to his house, because I wasn’t ready to show anybody where he lived just yet. He must have been drunk, because when I got there his door was partly open, and his car was still out front with the doors unlocked. I think I even saw one of his shoes in the hallway and I knew that was out of character; it didn’t seem like there is ever anything out of place at his spot.

  Anyway, I didn’t stay mad at Shayvon for long. Secretly, it turned me on when I walked in on and witnessed his freak session that night. Therefore, I forgave him and we have been inseparable ever since. It has been a few weeks since Shay has been out with his boys. They had been constantly calling and texting him like a bunch of bitches. Despite me encouraging Shay to go hang with his boys, he would just brush them off, with a short text or promise to get with them later. I guess it’s because he finally told them about me that they hardly hang anymore and when they do, I am usually there too. I like hanging with bae and his friends, because I get nothing but respect and this is something that I’m not used to when it comes to men. I mean they do talk shit about bitches and the streets, but I don’t mind. That’s what they do.

  Needless to say, we are official now. Shayvon fired that Taleena hoe, as per my request. Taleena tried to start some shit about how Shay be fucking her behind my back, but I didn’t believe her. I was not about to let nobody come between us. Especially not no thirsty ass maid. She’s too old to be messing with Shay anyways. I doubt that Shay would have flaunted me in her face the way he did when I first spent the night with him. With that said, I wasn’t worried. I mean I’m sure that he had a good thing going with her, but why throw it all away for me, a person he hardly knew compared to her. That basically tells me that she didn’t mean much to him from the gate.