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  ONYX & STARR 4

  Forever in Love

  A Novel by Lady Lissa

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

  Epilogue

  Luciana

  I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that this nigga was crazy and that if I fucked around with him and his wife’s marriage, he would retaliate. But then again, how was I supposed to know he would react this way? It’s been over two months since I paid that visit to his wife and that’s the last time I heard from him. I had no idea he was lying in wait to exact his revenge on me. Up until he told me he was married, I never knew he had a wife and I never knew he cared about her like this. If he did, he shouldn’t have been cheating on her with me.

  As I am positioned on my bed, on all fours for Gregory to beat my pussy up from behind, all I can do is cry. This muthafucka is raping me like it ain’t nothing and blaming everything on me. Yea, I may have crossed the line by going to his home and confronting his wife, but he brought me into their lives. I didn’t just happen to find my way there.

  I don’t understand why he’s doing this to me. When he first wrapped his hands around my neck, I thought he was going to kill me for sure. I feel like he’s been torturing me for hours even though it’s only been a few minutes.

  “Gregory, please stop.”

  I try reasoning with him again so he can stop this madness. Instead of stopping, he grips my hair tighter in his hand, slaps my ass really hard, before thrusting really hard into my pussy. The intense pain I feel from being viciously violated by him has me cringing. I can’t believe I once loved this man.

  “Shut the fuck up!” he says as he continues to pummel my tight hole.

  I do as he says because I got the feeling a little while ago that he was thinking of sticking his dick in my asshole. I would never want any woman to have that happen to her, especially if she’s never had a dick inside that hole before. When he put those two fingers in my ass, I thought I was going to pass out from the pain.

  I had never once wondered what it would feel like to have anything in my asshole. That is a place I never want to feel something as big and hard as a dick. Some women enjoy intense pain like that. Not me.

  After what seems like forever, he finally pulls out and I say a silent prayer of thanks to God for making him stop. He grabs my arm and roughly turns me over, almost breaking it in the process. He climbs on top of me, stares down at me and then pushes his dick deep inside me again. I scream from the sudden penetration into my pussy. Looking into Gregory’s eyes, I can tell that he isn’t the same man I once had feelings for.

  It’s like the love we once shared has been replaced by rage. He doesn’t even look the same. His eyes look empty and black, like they have no feelings.

  “Pick up your fuckin’ legs!” he orders as he applies pressure to my thigh muscle. I cry out in pain but do as I’m told.

  He goes harder, faster, and deeper than he was fucking me before. Tears are streaming from my eyes and down my face. He suddenly puts his hands around my neck again and squeezes while licking the side of my face. I begin to thrash on the bed as I fight for my life. Just when I feel as if I’m going to pass out, he releases his grip on my throat and once again, shoves his dick inside me.

  I’m trying to catch my breath as he continues his assault on my pussy. I look up and pray that God will end this soon. Why did my mom have to leave? I told her that Gregory and I were through. Why would she leave me here with him? I already know the answer to my own question. She likes him. She’s always liked him and has no reason to think he would hurt me.

  If I had been honest with her, I would be okay because she would have turned him away when he came over instead of allowing him access to my room. Finally, after what seems like forever, he finally releases his load and climbs off of me. I continue to lie in bed, trembling from what just happened. When he makes a move to put his clothes on, I slip into my bathroom. I grab my razor that I use to shave my eyebrows and head back into the bedroom.

  “You always did have some good pussy, girl. Because of you, I have been deprived of pussy for almost three damn months. That’s a long ass time for a nigga like me. Thank you though. Thank you for still having that good tight, sweet pussy. I needed that,” he says.

  His back is turned away from me, so I quietly sneak up behind him and slice into his back, straight across his shoulder blades with the razor blade.

  “Aaarrggghhh!” he screams in pain as he turns towards me. I raise my hand to slash his ass again but he grabs my hand and punches me hard, knocking me to the floor and the razor out of my hand.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid bitch?” he yells as he turns toward the mirror and stares at the gash on his back. Blood is oozing from his back onto the carpeted floor and he grabs his shirt and heads downstairs.

  At this point, I’m pretty dazed from the punch to my face he just gave me. It takes me a couple of seconds to get my bearings and grab the razor from off the floor. He is screaming as he heads out the door and I take the stairs two at a time to get to him before he can drive off. When I finally make it outside, butt naked and crying, he’s already inside his truck.

  I beat on the window of the truck, “OPEN THE DOOR YOU SON OF A BITCH! OPEN THE FUCKIN’ DOOR!”

  He just starts his truck and begins to back out the driveway. I scream at him and fall on my knees in the driveway. I never expected things would get this far when he confessed to me that he had a wife. Of course I was angry because I felt played, but I never thought any of these events would have taken place. I pick myself up off the ground and head inside.

  I don’t know what I’m gonna tell my parents when they get here, but I better think of something. There’s a trail of blood leading from my bedroom, down the stairway and out the front door into the driveway. I never wanted to have to get them involved with any of my personal business like this, but now, as I look around at all the blood, I realize that I don’t have a choice.

  CHAPTER 1

  Gregory

  I can’t believe that bitch cut me! I knew I was taking a chance fucking her like that, but what the hell did she expect? I know she didn’t think that she could go to my house and confront my wife and I wasn’t going to do anything about it. When I felt the stinging on my back as I am getting dressed, I didn’t know what it was. But when I see the blood dripping on the floor and I see the razor blade in her hand, I’m like this bitch done cut me.

  I punched the fuck out of her because she was coming at me with the razor blade again. She fell and dropped the razor and I chose that as my way to escape. I guess I really did fuck up when I decided to come over here and teach her a lesson. I didn’t think it through the way I should have. I just make it to my vehicle when she comes running out the house, screaming and the razor blade back in her hand.

  She’s screaming for me to get out of the truck, but I’m not that stupid. I hurry and back out the driveway. I’m not sure what I’m going to do at this moment because if I go to the hospital, the police will be called and want to know what happened to me. How can I explain to them what happened to me without telling on myself?
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  But on the other hand, what else can I do? I’m losing a lot of blood and getting weak, so I can’t drive myself home. I don’t know if I want to drive myself home right now to face my wife. I don’t want her asking me all kinds of questions I ain’t ready to answer yet. I opt to go to the hospital because I don’t know how bad the damage to my back is, but for me to feel weak, it’s obvious the cut is deep.

  I pull into the hospital parking lot fifteen minutes later. The only way I made it here was by the grace of God. I had to roll the window down because I almost passed out a couple of times. I park my truck, then take off running into the emergency room, still unsure of what I’m going to say.

  “I need a doctor!” I say, loud enough for someone to come to my aid.

  As soon as I see someone heading my way to help me, I hit the floor with a thump. I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but when I wake up, I’m on a bed in the emergency room with an IV in my hand. A few minutes after I open my eyes, a nurse walks in the room.

  “Oh good, you’re awake. My name is Daphne and I’m the nurse for this shift and I’ll be taking care of you. May I ask your name?” she asks.

  “Gregory,” I respond.

  “Okay Gregory, would you mind telling me what happened to you?” she asks.

  “I was stabbed,” I say.

  “Was this a random attack or do you know your attacker?” she asks.

  “I was robbed,” I lie.

  “So this was a mugging?” she asks.

  “Yea, but I don’t remember much about it,” I say.

  I don’t need her asking me all these bullshit questions when I’m lying to her, but I know I’m going to have to repeat the same things to the police. There is no way she is going to be able to keep this to herself.

  “Okay, well I am going to have to alert the police and they will want to talk to you,” she says.

  FUCK! I knew it! I knew she was gonna have to call the cops and put them in my business.

  “What we did was put bandages on your back but we need to stitch you up,” she says.

  I just nod my head, letting her know I understand.

  A few minutes later, a doctor walks in and introduces himself as Doctor Frasier.

  “You have a huge and pretty deep laceration on your back, right between your shoulder blades. Because of how deep it is, I will need to stitch the wound up. It will leave a scar on your back but with the proper medication, it could be minimal. And if push comes to shove, you can always see a plastic surgeon,” he says.

  “Damn! It’s that bad?”

  “Well, it is pretty bad but it can be fixed so that’s good news. So, we’re going to put you under so an anesthesiologist will be in to talk to you about what medicines he is going to use. Once he has administered the medication, we will take you to the operating room and the next time I see you, you will be in recovery. Is there anyone we should call for you?” Doctor Frasier asks.

  “Can you guys call my wife?” I ask.

  “Sure. Give the number to Daphne and she will call her for you,” Doctor Frasier says.

  “Thanks doc,” I say.

  “You’re welcome. See you in surgery,” he says and leaves the room.

  “What’s your wife’s name and phone number?” the nurse asks.

  I give her the information and a few minutes later, the anesthesiologist walks in. Not long after, I’m wheeled into the operating room and I am put to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out, but when I wake up, I’m met with the coldest eyes and they’re coming from my wife. All I can think of is oh shit!

  CHAPTER 2

  Starr

  Onyx and I finally tear ourselves apart from each other’s arms so he can go home before my parents return from work. I don’t know what I would do without this man because he is my life. There is no me without him and without him, I may as well be six feet under. I never want to live a day without Onyx in my life.

  As we make our way downstairs, my brother walks in. He knows that my mom doesn’t want us to be together anymore, but I know that he won’t say anything to her. When he sees Onyx, he gives him some dap before disappearing in his room. I turn into Onyx’s arms and he takes my face gently into his hands and presses his soft lips to mine. I hold onto him tightly as we share a long, deep tongue kiss.

  “I love you so much,” I tell him.

  “I love you too Starr,” he says.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.

  “You already know,” he says as he pecks my lips again.

  I watch as he crosses the short distance to his yard, then disappear into his house. I close the door and lean against it, feeling really good about the love between Onyx and I. I walk upstairs to my room and close the door. I flop down on my bed, nestling between the covers where the two of us just made love. Not too long after, there’s a knock at my door.

  “Come in,” I call out.

  It’s my little brother, J.T. He walks in and sits on the chair by my desk.

  “You mind if I talk to you for a few?”

  “Sure,” I say as I sit up at the edge of my bed, “what’s up?”

  “How long do you think you and Onyx can keep this charade up?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I mean, this sneaking around. I long do y’all think y’all can keep this from mom and dad?” he asks.

  “I’m not worried about dad, but mom is off her rocker, so as long as we need to,” I say.

  “HA! That’s funny,” he says.

  “What is?”

  “That you claim mom is off her rocker,” J.T. says.

  “Well she is if she thinks anything she says or does can keep me from being with Onyx. The two of us are destined to be together so she may as well accept it,” I tell him.

  “I guess I can see where you’re coming from. I would just hate to be in your shoes if she ever caught the two of y’all.”

  “The last person I’m worried about is mom. Now, if you will excuse me,” I say.

  “Aight, I’m going.”

  He walks out of the room and I flop back down on the bed. My phone chimes, signaling a text message. I pick it up and look at the text. My face beams with happiness upon seeing Onyx’s name. I open the text and it says:

  Onyx: I miss you

  Me: I miss you more

  Onyx: I love you

  Me: I??u more

  Onyx: I doubt it but ok…LOL!

  Me: I will holla later…Cruella just walked in

  Onyx: U r 2 funny…TTYL

  Ever since the episode at the hospital, I have been referring to my mom as Cruella. She has been impossible with her insistence that I stay away from Onyx. She can’t keep us apart and I wish she would realize that so we can all move on.

  “Starr!” she calls out.

  “What!” I yell back.

  “Come down here and help me with dinner,” she says.

  I roll my eyes before making my way downstairs. When I make it down there, she is standing by the kitchen sink seasoning some chicken. I walk over to her and ask, “What are you gonna do with the chicken?”

  “Smother it. I need you to peel some potatoes for a potato salad.”

  I open the refrigerator and grab a few potatoes. I begin to peel them and she asks, “How was your day?”

  “It was fantastic!” I say.

  “Really? Anything I should know about?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

  “Yes really and nope, not at all.”

  “Aren’t you going to ask how my day was?” she asks me.

  “Oh yea, how was it?” I ask.

  “Well damn. You know Starr, ever since I told you that you couldn’t see Onyx anymore, you have been acting real ugly with me,” she has the nerve to tell me.

  “Wow mom! Are you really wondering why that is? I love Onyx and he loves me. Instead you show some support that we found happiness, you’re trying to keep us apart, just like that bitch Mandy. I’m not trying to disrespect you or anything, nor am I tryi
ng to be ugly with you, but what do you expect? Did you expect me to jump for joy and do cartwheels?” I ask.

  She can’t seriously pretend that my behavior comes as a surprise to her. I love my mom, but right now, at this very moment, I can’t stand her. When Onyx and I were younger, we became the best of friends. The bond grew between us as the time went by and now that we’ve declared our love for each other, my mom wants to step in and try to tear us apart. That ain’t gonna happen.

  “Look lil’ girl, you watch who you getting smart with. I am still your mother and you will respect me,” she says.

  “I didn’t say anything disrespectful to you. I just asked a question,” I say.

  “You may love Onyx but he ain’t no good for you. If he can choke that girl out and act like it ain’t nothing, he probably will do it to you,” my mom says.

  “Onyx would never hurt me. He wouldn’t choke me out or nothing like that. He loves me too much to ever put his hands on me in that way,” I tell her.

  “If he abused once, he’ll abuse again. Just because you claim he loves you, doesn’t mean you can’t get it one day.”

  Is she serious? She can’t be serious. My parents know Onyx, so they know what kind of person he is. This was a one time thing and he did it because he was defending me. Why doesn’t she get that?

  “Why can’t you understand that he was defending me? That girl hit me with her car and left me there to die. If I had seen her, I might have choked her too. She had it coming and I’m glad he choked her ass. Maybe she will finally leave us alone and get her own man,” I say.

  “It is never okay for a man to abuse a woman,” she counters.

  “Oh, but it is okay for her to hit me with her car and flee the scene. Whose side are you on?”

  “I’m on your side, of course. She should have never hit you with her car, but Onyx should have let the police deal with her. He shouldn’t have gotten involved,” she says.

  “He’s been involved mom. She tried to kill me so she could have him. Do you understand that? She wanted me dead and I’m glad she’s been arrested,” I say.