"The fact that you didn't even call me for a whole week fucking straight is some straight bullshit. Who you fucking?" Peter asked.

"I'm not having sex with anyone and if I can recall phones work both ways, Peter. And on top of that, you were suppose to be back to Atlanta two weeks ago. So therefore, who are you having sex with?" I asked, poking me fingers into his chest.

"Bitch, I'm not fucking nobody unlike you. I've been getting phone calls, text messages, and email about you and August. So he fucking you now?" He began to walk up on me.

I put my arm up, putting space between up. "You need to back up, Peter. Me and August aren't doing anything, but being friends and I will not tolerate being called a b-word by you or any man for that matter. Exit yourself out of my apartment please and don't bother on coming back. I do not want to be in a relationship with you at all."

"The bitch ass apartment I'm paying for? Fuck outta here bitch." He said, pushing me against the wall.

I began to get mad. "Stop putting your hands on me."

"Or what? Fuck you gon' do?" He grabbed me by my face and stared me in my eyes. "You my bitch. If I wanna put my hands on you I will."

I try to yank myself out of his grip, but it only caused him to tighten his hand. I felt like all my power and energy was soon leaving my body. What August and I had built was getting torn down. I was becoming that scared, vulnerable girl again.

"Let me go, please." I whimpered.

"You bout to cry now? Shut the fuck up, bitch. You think ima let you leave me? Hell nah. You mine forever. And ima start regulating what you can and can't do. One, you can't see August or Chris bitch ass."

No. Sarah, you are a strong, independent black woman. You need to stand your ground and get rid of him.

"That's my friend and my brother. I'm going to see them whenever." I stated, pushing him off me.

He laughed, still walking back to me. "Does August know you and Chris fucked? Does he know about yo bullshittin ass past? Wait, the real question is do you know that he's engaged?"

I felt my heart stop beating. "He's not engaged. He would've told me. We're friends."

"Not close enough friends. His fiancée Jessica will be delighted to hear about you and her soon-to-be husband's fling. Look it up. Jessica Walter, 23, from Chicago, Illinois."

"Get out." I said.

He laughed, "Are you about to cry, sweetheart?"

"I said get out."

"I pay the rent and bills, plus who's name is on the lease? Does it say Peter Jones or Sarah Marshall?"

I began to feel defeated. "Please leave."

"WHO'S NAME IS ON THE FUCKING LEASE?" He yelled, grabbing my neck.

I flitch, covering my face. "Yours." I cried.

"When I ask a fucking question, yo dumb ass better answer me. Do you fucking understand?" He raised his fist at me as if he was going to hit me.

I scream, tears rolling quickly down my face. "Yes, I understand. I'm sorry, please don't hit me."

"Good." He kissed my tear stained cheek. "I'll be back later." He grabbed his things and walked out of the apartment.

I sink down to the floor, cradling myself. My mind began to cloud itself with questions about our conversation.

Was August really engaged? How was I going to tell August Chris and I had sex? How will he react? Was Peter really going to hit me? Wait, how foes Peter know about my past? I've never told him about Raymond or anything that had to do with my teenage/ young adult years.

I grab my phone off the table and dialed Chris' number. He picked up on the first ring.

"Chris,"

"Why you sound like you was crying? And why you calling so late? It's 12, man."

"I-I'll just call in the morning, sorry."

"Nah, you good. What's up?"

"I-Is August engaged?" I asked.

I know Chris and August are close. He has to know.

"Man," he smacked his lips. "They calling off the engagement."

My bottom lip quivers, "So he is engaged?"

"Don't do that. He's damn near a single man. They don't live together, they damn near hate each other. He basically single."

"Damn near is not the same as fully. I was messing with an engaged man. I let an engaged man feel on me, touch me, and kiss me. I'm not proud of that. I want August fully single, not damn near." I cried.

"You're not even single yourself, Sarah. You're still with that bitch nigga. Y'all both shouldn't be proud of shit y'all had goin on. Even if that bitch nigga was gon, you was suppose to tell him you done then decided if Aug was the nigga you was ready to jump on." Chris said, making me wipe my tears.

"I know."

I bit my lip as the line went quiet. "Stop crying, man."

"Sorry." I said.

"Stop saying you sorry. I'm tired of hearing that shit." He joked.

"Chris, do you think I should tell August about us?"

He went quiet again. "What about us?"

"When we had sex and when we were dating. I don't want to make it seem like I lied to him by keeping this from him." I said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Do whatever makes you happy. Even though that shit unnecessary as fuck because we fucked one and dated for only three days." He said and I roll my eyes.

"Shut up, Chris. Anyways, how's Christian? Is he okay?"

"He good. He been sad lately, he miss you, man. This whole child protective service shit is taking a toll on the both of y'all. I can see it. Shit weighing y'all down." He said, causing me to shift on the floor.

I couldn't wait to show the courts the video to get Parker locked up. I needed my baby back with me. I miss him so much and it pains me that I'm the reason all of this is going on.

If I had just searched deeper in Parker's background, all this would've been avoided.

"I bet," I sighed. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, I know you're tired. Tell Christian I said I love him so much."

"Aight, I love you, man. All this gone be over soon, keep yo head up."

"I love you too." I hung up.

I shake my head, making my way to the door locking the door.

Peter was just gonna have to find a way to get in. I'm not opening the door for him. I'm done.

I make my way to my bedroom, laying on top of my bed. As my mind drift from past events, I couldn't help but think about the day Chris and I had sex.

Both of us were 19 when I wanted to experience "giving him pleasure". I remember me asking him question on love making as we watch the pornography and I was so embarrassed, but I wanted to learn.

Since, I didn't have the pleasure of giving my virginity up to someone I love and trust, I wanted my time with Chris to be it.

"What's that coming out of his private part?" I said, looking at the computer screen with disgust.

"Cum. Semen. Sperm. Babies." Chris answered, annoyed that I keep asking question every other second.

"Oh." I watched as he changed the video and what caught my attention was the dramatically long unnecessary title. "The title of this is stupid and the acting is horrible."

"Sarah, for the love of God, shut up and watch." He said, mugging me.

"S-sorry." I began to watch the video as the woman goes down on her knees. I stare intensively at the woman as she takes all of him into her mouth.

How is that pleasurable? He was a big man down there, how did she fit all of him in her mouth? How is she not choking or gagging? Woah, that's a lot of spit.

The video skips and the next part was him on top of her. I could see how much pleasure both of them were in and I wanted to try it.

I look at Chris, "What is that called?"

"Missionary." He answered, staring at me with dark eyes.

"Can you teach me that?" I asked, not sure why I wanted to try it with Chris, but I did.

His head snapped in my direction. "No."

"Please. I just want to try." I begged

"Sarah, do you know what you're getting into with me?" He asked.

"No, but I want to learn. Did you see how much pleasure they were in. I want to experience that exact pleasure with you."

"Fuuuck no."

"Please. You said you liked me. Don't you want me to pleasure you?"

"Sarah."

"Please,"

I get up from my current position and began to unbutton his shirt. I try to remember what all I say in the video, but I was forgetting everything.

This would be my first time, giving my consent to someone to be able to touch my body in an intimate way. To say I'm nervous is an understatement. I'm scared and I'm nervous.

"Sarah, if you not feeling this, get up and go to yo room." He said, but the look he was giving me said otherwise.

"N-no. I can do this." I gulped, feeling my heart pound against my chest at a rapid pace. "Touch me, please."

He raised his eyebrow to me. "Sarah, are you sure?"

I nodded, "Yes. Please touch me."

He looked at me before flipping us over so he was on top. "Sarah, I'm not trying to hurt you, please tell me you don't want this."

"I want you, please. I just want to try this with you and if we don't like it, we don't have to do it again." I said as he gets in between my leg.

"Fuck Sarah."