Several miles later, Redhead is talking about how she was black listed from her successful family, as I emotionally kicked myself in the ass. She talked about her dreams to be a model to prove to her family she’s better, as I tried to imagine a life without my son and my wife. I’m not even begging God for forgiveness, I really don’t deserve it. all the while, my ribs and mouth are killing me. At least the bleeding in my mouth stopped. I quit! Not because I want, but how can I win? and if I try, it’s no going to matter. She goes on to mention her real name is Jessica Lopez and she grew up in South Sacramento and talked about her dreams of having a fairytale wedding. I didn’t pay attention. I looked out the window, replaying moments with my son and looking at passing cars, restaurants, and gas stations.
“…and that’s why I wanna marry you. and have children.” Redhead said.
“What!” She finally got my attention.
“I love you. You listen to me, you’re helping me get my life together. So I want to be you wife and have your babies.”
Okay, I know I slept with her, but she really not hot enough to slept with again. She’s kinda like fast food. It’s good the first time, but you never keep the left overs, let alone eat them. Especially when you feel nauseous afterward. “I’m not marrying you. I want my wife back.”
She growled. “You such a fucking pussy! She treats you like shit, you think she cheats on you and you want her back? She got you whipped.” She right about the pussy part. But its because I felt like I should do more to get out of this situation. Broken ribs and missing teeth or not, my family’s on the line, man. I gotta make something happen.
I rose up in my seat and said with a firm, yet shaky, voice, “Stop this damn car now!” the van made a funny noise then lost acceleration. Redhead managed to get the van to the side of the road. She tried to start the car. Nothing. After trying several times, she gave up as I put my head in my hands and screamed. Resting my head on the passenger window, I looked at Redhead trying to figure out how I’m going to get out of this one. But I wasn’t really looking at her.
She, on the other hand, looked at me with sex in her eyes and opened her shirt. “Looks like were out of gas, Daddy.” Sorry, but women are not attractive when your ribs are broke.
“Hell naw.” I shook my head.
She leaned forward and licked my neck. I shoved her away. “Get away, we need—”
“Fuck you asshole,” She punched me as I block my ribs. “You don’t reject a woman.” Then somehow, pushed me out the van.
Just my luck, I landed on my chest. I screamed like I was being amputated. “God-damn, God, I swear to God, I’ll be a better person. Get me home to my son, I’ll go to church 11 days a week…” Then went on to promise about a hundred promises to God that I never thought of until today. Then caught myself crying momma, as if she was she could do anything. That was the first time in recent memory that I cried. I don’t mean a few sprinkles, I mean balls-of-water-rushing-out-of-my-eyes-in-a-steady-stream-looking-like-two-water-fucking-fall-crying.
Next thing I knew, Redhead rolled me over, sat on top of my dick and started grinding me as she kissed my neck. That felt like 7000 pounds of fat ass pressing against me as my ear leaked.
“Get off me bitch!” I tried to push her off, but I cant lift that much and it hurt my ribs more. and I cant roll out from under her. I screamed louder, but nothing. She stopped licking my neck and looked at me disappointed.
“Why you ain’t getting horny?”
“You’re hurting my ribs, Dammit. Get off me!”
She grabbed my dick, which was soft to say the least. “See, I told you. Now get off.” I said.
“Fuck you, I hate you!” She stood up and kicked my stomach, causing me to curl up. I didn’t think that’s what she was aiming for. But on one hand, I was glad she missed, but damn she got enough of my ribs to make that me cry again.
Seconds later, I got to my knees, still favoring my ribs, but at least I could talk. “Are we really out of gas?” I asked.
She replied to me as if she was talking to a newborn, “Yes baby, we are really out of gas. yes we are.” I gave her the finger. “I tried,” She said, “But you wasn’t horny, stubby.” Stubby? Whatever, I got an excuse.
“Give me my phone, I’ll try to call a taxi.”
“Fuck you asshole, we have to walk to the gas station.”
With a sudden pair of brass balls, I stood up. “I ain’t walking no where.” She raised her hand—I jumped then ducked behind the door, with my arm over my face. “Okay, okay, stop playing dammit.”
She grabbed my arm. “Come on, Leo.”
As we started walking, I asked, “How far’s the gas station.”
“I don’t know. The last sign I saw said 10 miles away. I think I drove about 3 or 4 miles before I ran out.”
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