Short stories, story telling

Desire: Part 7

Reminder: If this is your first time reading the Desire Series please make sure to READ IN ORDER. All parts can be found under SHORT STORIES under Desire.

Weeks passed; Desire and Klaus got really close over a short amount of time. Neither one of them understood what was happening. They just knew they didn’t want to be apart, not even  for a second. There was something special about Desire, Klaus couldn’t quite put his finger on; something that made her stand out from the rest of the many women who tried tying him down over the years. The type of connection they shared, to a degree was deeper then any connection either one of them ever shared with one person.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“Desire, where you been girl?!”

“Mahogany, stop that. You act like we didn’t just see each other a couple days ago.”

“That’s because we haven’t. I don’t know if you’ve noticed; but you haven’t been to work in over a week.”

“It hasn’t been that long! Has it?”

“Desire the last time I saw you it was Saturday! And today’s Thursday.”

“Mahogany, stop being so dramatic.”

“I’m not being dramatic. Is it that new guy of yours that doesn’t want you working here anymore?” Mahogany got angry at the thought of Klaus; since the two started dating Desire seemingly put her friendship with Mahogany on the back burner, and she blamed him for that.

“He doesn’t want me to continue to work there; but that isn’t the reason I haven’t been to work, lately.”

“So what is?”

“To be honest, I just have been having so much fun with Klaus and decided to take a couple days off.”

“You coulda let a b**** know.”

“You right, I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. So when do you come back?”

“Not sure. But when I do, you will be the first to know.”

“Monique?” Desire knew from Mahogany’s use of her real first name that this conversation was changing from playful to serious.

“Yeah, Sis, What’s up?”

“Please make sure that if you do stop dancing, it’s your decision and not his. Just remember this thing you have with him is fairly new. Also, even if ya’ll happen to be together for years and you think you know him; never do anything that you haven’t come to a decision about first. Follow your own mind; make sure you’re taken care of.”

“Girl, why are you being so serious?”

“Because I know the Signs.”

“What, ‘Signs?”

“A woman in love.”

“Who said I was in love?”

“No one had too. Like I said the signs are there.”

“I’m not in love! I just like spending time with him.”

“Monique, there is nothing wrong with being in love. I just want you to make sure he feels the same way about you. Because, I know what it’s like to love someone. Doing everything they ask or tell you to do, all because you love them.”

“Who you talking about? Rich?”

“Nah. I’m talking about the guy who would have been my first child’s father.”

“First child? You where pregnant before?”

“Yeah. Two times before.”

“Who was the guy? Some older guy I met at the club, when I was 16.”

“What the f***, you doing in a club that young?!”

“You know I didn’t have the easiest start in life. If I wanted to eat I had to find a way to make money; and stripping was the only thing a b**** could do to make some fast cash.”

“I’m surprised they couldn’t tell you were just a baby.”

“Desire, you know how it is. The better you look, the more you can bring in. They weren’t thinking about how old I was. They were thinking about how much money I could bring in. Besides it was my own fault.”

“I understand that. But you had adults around you who should have cared enough to know where you were. Maybe if they were more concerned with their daughters whereabouts, you wouldn’t have met that awful man.”

“What’s done is done. There’s no way to change what happened. All I can do is learn from it, and I did. That’s why I’m hoping I can save you from going through what I went through.”

“Was it the owner of the club?”

“No. It was actually his brother. I should have known never to get with anyone like him. But when you’re young you do some dumb s***.”

“What was so bad about him?”

“At first, nothing. He was the perfect gentleman. Then as time started to pass and I lowered my guard; it seemed like he went from bad to worse. Sometimes that could happen in a couple of seconds. I never knew what version of him to expect.

There were times he would beat me because I didn’t look at him the way he thought I should be. There were even times he made me have sex with other men because he was too lazy to get a job. Let me remind you; he had a job when we got together. But seemed to get ‘let go’ 6 months after us being together. I know now, the only reason he had a job was because he was waiting for easy prey like me to come a long. And that all happened because I let my love for him, over power the love I had for myself.”

“I hear you. I can’t believe you went through so much; and your not even thirty yet.”

“Yeah, I would have been 17 with my first child. But, he made me get an abortion because he wasn’t sure if the baby was his or one of the random men he had me sleeping with, for cash. Truth be told I really wish I wouldn’t have let him pressure me to get that abortion. Because, I don’t see children as accidents; they’re blessings.”

“Now, I understand why you were so happy when you got pregnant.”

“Yeah, I thought I wouldn’t be able to conceive again. One, because God gifted me a child and I had the audacity to send that little blessing back, and two, the person who did the abortion wasn’t a real doctor. She was one of my ex’s friends wife.”

“And you let her operate on you?!”

“I thought she was a doctor! After all that’s what he told me.”

“I can’t blame you, you were a baby. How were you suppose to know?”

Part 8 Coming Soon!!!

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