Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2006 11:18:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brandon Canty <freakythug08@yahoo.com>
Subject: Black Love on the Court - Chapter 8

		  @~~{~~~ Black Love on The Court~~~}~~@

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				*FLASHBACK*

When I woke up, all I saw were bars. That's when I thought oh fuck, I'm in
jail. But then I looked up and saw a white ceiling and I noticed that I was
in a white robe type thing. I touched my arm and noticed there was an
I.V. in there and that's when it dawned on me that I was in a hospital. I
turned my head to the right to look through the bars, and laying in the bed
next to mine I saw Steve with I.V. his arm as well. He was awake with eyes
burning a whole straight through me. . . . .a burn of intent fury......

				*FLASHBACK*

      I studied his face for a very long time, in search for some sign that
he was just a little happy to see me or at least concerned about why I am
here.  But alas, after a minute or so, I realized that he was actually mad
at me.  Stunned, I turn my gaze away from him and studied the ceiling for a
while, thinking about the appropriate thing to say to him while trying to
fight back tears.  As I sat there thinking, I realized that I was more
pissed than sad.  How could he really be mad at me after all that just
happened.  We are both in a fucking hospital for Christ sakes and he has
the nerve to be mad at me.  I turned to him and began to speak.

"Steve. . . ." I began, but before I could finish, he had turned over in
this bed and faced the wall with his back to me.

     This further pissed me off because the whole reason I am even in this
fucking hospital is because of him.  I was on my way to come and check up
on HIM and to make sure that HE is ok and to make sure that HIS name is
cleared with the law.  I suffered all of that trauma with Antoine to come
and see someone who won't even give me the time of day.  Hell naw.  I
refuse to sit here and take this.  So I sat up in the bed, probably a
little too fast because I was a little dizzy for a while.  When I came to,
I swung my legs over the side of my bed and easily placed them on the
floor.  When I tried to stand up, I noticed two things: one, that my legs
were extremely weak and two that there was this unbearable pain in my rear.
But that still didn't stop me.  As soon as I got my balance, I began
walking toward his bed, with the I.V. accidently slipping out of my arm,
leaving the machine flat-lining.  The long annoying beep caught Steve's
attention so he decided to turn around to see what that noise was.  And
when he rolled over he saw me standing right at the edge of his bed staring
straight at him.  He was startled for a moment and then he spoke.

"What do you want?" He grunted.

"To find out what the fuck is your problem!" I shouted.

"What the fuck is my problem?" He shouted while sitting up, wincing a
little at the pain in his back where is father had bruised him. "My problem
is that my boyfriend doesn't know how to keep his goddam legs closed!" He
shouted even louder.

"Oh my God.  We are not going to argue about this now.  Not here in our
hospital beds, baby" I said in sort a whisper tone.

"Yeah you're right" He said sarcastically "because there's nothing to argue
about.  You're just a two-timing slut, who can't stop sitting on other
niggas dicks. That's all."

"I did not have sex with Antoine or anyone else for that matter!  We
kissed, that's it." I said, while in the back of my mind I was thinking
about how this nigga had actually raped me.

"Oh, so now kissing is OK for us to do.  So now we can go around kissing on
other people and get away with it huh?!" He interjected.

"No, that is not what I'm saying.  All I'm saying is. . . ." I started
again.

"No, all you're saying to me is bullshit and I don't want to hear it.  Go
fuck someone and leave me alone." He said, interrupting me for the second
time.

"What the fuck is wrong with you.  Why are you saying this to me.  After
all that we've been through Steve? Huh? What am I to you?" I inquired.

"A waste of time." He said in this monotone voice.

     I sat there speechless.  I could not believe what I was hearing.  I
had to be dreaming.  This could not be the love of my life saying these
harsh, crude words to me.  I didn't know how to react to such a statement.
Was I supposed to yell and scream at him, am I supposed to cry, am I
supposed to just walk away.  Away from someone who I wanted to spend the
rest of my life with??? All the while I'm contemplating, he's just sitting
there with this blank expression on his face, as if he really didn't care
about what he just said to me.  I stared at him and he stared back.  Our
eyes met and I felt the spark, the fire like always.  Only this time, the
fire was burning me inside and the fire in his eyes were of pure disgust.
Our stare was quickly broken by the nurse as she came in to see why one of
us was flat-lining.  She gently escorted me to my own bed.  When the nurse
left I stared at the ceiling again, wondering why was this happening to me?
That thought lingered on in my mind for a while.  A long while.  I heard
Steve make a noise over in his bed, but I turned the other way this time,
with my back to him.  I soon then drifted off to sleep.

     Some time during my nap, the nurses came in to check up on us.  I
remember hearing their voices and them re-filling the bag for the I.V. but
that's all.  When I eventually did wake up it was night time, the wind was
howling and blowing through the open window next to me.  I had been asleep
for a long time and I could barely feel my body, probably because I had
been laying there so long.  I felt weird for some reason but I just
couldn't put my finger on it.  It was a strange but familiar feeling.  This
started to really bother me and picked my head up and placed my hand on it
in pure confusion.  I felt something on my hand as I touched my head and
when I looked at my hand I saw that it was red.  I turned and looked down
at my pillow and it was streaked red and saturated with blood.  It didn't
take long for me to react and I began to squirm and as soon as I did I felt
an arm wrap around me, restraining me.  I quickly began to panic and before
I could scream, Steve silenced me.  I looked at him and saw that he was
still bleeding from his head, only heavier now.  I also so that his face
was tear streaked and his eyes bloodshot.  He was laying in the bed next to
me.  When my heart stopped racing I started to speak but he beat me to it.

"Why?!" He exclaimed.  "Why him??"

"Steve, I already told you that it was an accident." I pleaded.

"How the fuck can you accidently kiss someone, Ty?! Huh?" He screamed even
louder.  "What did you do, trip and his lips touched yours?"

"No, we were on the court and..." I started.

"What court? OUR COURT?"  He shouted in awe.

"Baby that's not relevant right now.  I have been trying to plead my case
forever now.  Please let me talk," I begged.

"Not relevant?!  How can the first place we met not be relevant?!  That's
our place, Ty.  Or at least it was." He said.

"And it still is.  Steve, we were on the court and we were playing ball and
he came up to me and started talking.  It took me by surprise; I didn't see
it coming."  I explained.

"That's no excuse Ty, and you know it."  he said, damn near in tears, "You
are supposed to be my everything, my all.  You know all the problems I
have.  When you met me, I was heartbroken.  That boy did me so wrong.  And
you made me feel so good Ty.  When I welcomed you to my home, my father put
on a display of madness.  You know how he fucked me up, Ty.  You know all
this shit baby, WHY? Why him??

"What's so spectacular about Antoine?  Why is your main focus on HIM
anyways?!" I asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Think back Ty.  When you first came to my
crib, who was there.  Who was I arguing with? HUH?" He said, in an urge to
get me to remember.

I sat there thinking for like thirty seconds about what he was trying to
tell me.  I had to think back to that day.  Then I thought aloud "I had
came up on your porch and before I could knock on the door, I know I heard
arguing.  And then someone had opened the door and I fell back.  This guy
stepped over me. . .  but I couldn't make out who he was. . .but. . . no it
couldn't be." I said.

"Yes Ty, it was him. Antoine.  Antoine is my ex of two years baby.  We had
been together, unhappily for six months prior to me meeting you, or at
least I was unhappy anyways.  That day, I was planning on breaking up with
him Ty, just for you.  I knew the moment I met you that you can be the guy
to deliver me from this fucked up life I live." He said, crying now. "He
played you Ty.  He knew exactly who you were and that we were together.
Why did you think he watched you so hard in gym, because of yo game Ty?
Hell naw.  He was plotting Ty.  You came in between me and him, and what
really ticked him off was that you actually made me happy!  Something that
he couldn't do.  That's why me and him fought in that assembly.  Because he
told me that he fucked you the same way he fucked me and that I could never
keep him away from you.  He said we both owned you.  He said you were to be
my boyfriend and you were to be his bitch!  And that's when I hit him.  Not
because he said y'all fucked, but because he disrespected you, and I wasn't
having it. " He explained vividly.

     I couldn't move.  I was feeling so many different emotions at that
time that I literally thought I was going to have a breakdown.  I couldn't
believe that Antoine was capable of this but at the same time I knew that
he would do something this grimy and low.  I look at Steve who was no
longer angry, but in an abyss of tears and pain (probably more from his
head than from emotions).  All I could do was grab him and hold him as
close as I could.  I repeated "I'm sorry and I love you" over a hundred
times before he finally calmed down.  Then that's when I spoke.

"Steve, I want to be the one who you can run to in order to escape your
troubles.  I don't want to be a trouble.  Look, baby I promise that nothing
like this will ever happen again.  I was caught in a moment that I wish
never happened and I can't tell you enough how I didn't want that to
happen.  Steve, you're my nigga, my baby, and I love you more than you
think I do.  And I promise dude, if we can make it through this, your life
will change only for the better.  And I'll be right there by your side,
making sure it happens that way." I mustered, in the most sincerest voice I
could use.

"Promise." He whispered.

"I promise." I repeated.

     He then grabbed my face and gently place a kiss of forgiveness on my
lips and I knew then I was back in his heart.  When then shifted to our
favorite position, with me laying in his arms.  It felt so good, so right,
that we fell asleep in my bed just like that.

     When I opened my eyes, we were on the court, by my house.  Steve had a
gun in his hand and Antoine was lying on the concrete dead as a doorknob.
I looked at Steve and he now had the gun pointed to his head, tears in his
eyes, screaming the words "I thought you said all y'all did was kiss?!?!"
And then POW! The gun went off. . . .



Tell me what y'all think of the chapter.  Chapter 9 is next.