Gone Crazy (Chapter 8)

The next day (12:02 p.m.)

Justin sat at the bar by the kitchen, sipping some coffee. Thoughts ran through his head. Everything that had to do with Oliver. At the moment, he hated her guts. He wanted so badly to torture her, and watch her beg for mercy. He wanted to see her bleed too death. It may have sounded crazy but that's how she made him feel. Words couldn't explain how the way he felt.

At one time, he thought he loved her. They were so happy together then one day, everything just shattered. He caught her making out with one of the football players at the high school he went to. Half of him didn't care and the other half did, because he believed all of the things she told him and he also was beginning to have feelings for Aaliyah, his fiancé.

He thought that everything was over, but things seemed to be more than he thought. She kept harassing him for some reason, and she just wouldn't take "NO" for an answer. What was he to do?

Aaliyah entered the kitchen wearing a lacy underwear set and a robe to cover up half of her body. Her hair was hanging down her shoulders, and she wore no make up. "Good morning." she greeted, pulling the refrigerator open.

"Morning." he sipped his coffee, watching her every move. She also poured herself a cup of coffee, preparing it in front of him. "Um...where's Brandi?" he asked, keeping his eyes on her underwear set.

"She's at my mother's house. She wanted to go there to hang out with my lil' cousin." he licked his lips, holding his head down. "I think maybe she was tired of seeing us fight. I wouldn't blame her." she took a seat beside him and carefully sipped her coffee. "So...where's the Benz I bought you for your birthday?" his heart had skipped a beat. He nearly choked off the warm substance running down his throat.

"Ahem." he cleared his throat, coughing dramatically.

"You okay?" she patted his back.

"Uh...yeah." he noticed a speckle of coffee on his robe. "Um...the Benz. Uh well...I let...Arnold hold it for the day. He needed to go pick up his brother in Miami. Don't worry. He's gonna put some gas in it after he's done with it." it hurt him to lie to her, but he had to.

"Oh...well I was just curious. I didn't see it in the yard this morning when I checked the mail. I was beginning to think it got stolen. Or that...bitch did somethin' with it." he chuckled nervously.

"Of coarse not." he stood up. "I'll be back." he slowly headed towards the staircase railing. "I've got to get that window fixed by tomorrow."  he mumbled on his way up the stairs.

Later on (4:56 p.m.)

Justin pulled up in front of a two story house and gazed up to stare at it. "Damn. I haven't been here in so long. I hope this is it." he stepped out of the car, and headed towards the house. "I have a feeling I'm gonna regret this." he mumbled, stepping up on the porch and ringing the doorbell. "Ahem." he cleared his throat, waiting for a response. A few seconds later, the door flew open and an attractive woman stood there in her silk gown. "Uh..." his eyes slowly trailed up her figure, instantly meeting eye contact with her. "Hey. Is um...do a lady by the name of Oliver...stay here?" she smirked, twirling her hair around her finger teasingly.

"Um...yeah. She's upstairs. Come in. I'll...go get her." he smiled warmly.

"Thank you." he brushed pass her, entering the house. Everything looked the same to him, except for the pictures hanging on the wall. There use to be pictures of him and Oliver when they dated three and a half years ago.

"Oliverrrrr. Some DUDE'S downstairs for youuuu." she called.

"WHO IS IT?!" she yelled from downstairs.

"I DON'T KNOW! COME AND SEE!" she turned, facing Justin who stood by the sofa.

"Damnit. Why now? I'm in the middle of something." Oliver spoke, jogging down the stairs wearing a burgundy towel around her drenched figure. "Who is it?" she asked, entering the living room, suddenly focusing in on a familiar curly haired guy leaning against her sofa with his arms over his chest. Her eyes lit up astonishingly. "Um...Justin? Hey. Uh...what are you doing here?" she spoke nervously.

"I NEED to talk to you." he quickly approached her. "Is there any place where we can be...alone?" he spoke softly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Um...well of coarse. My...my uh...bedroom." she stammered. "Well uh...follow me." he looked over his shoulder to gaze at the lady who watched them closely.

"Nice meeting you." he spoke with a smile, slowly following Oliver up the stairs. He followed her in the bedroom and closed the door, locking it behind him.

"So what do you want to talk about?" she asked, twirling around to face him.

"I don't appreciate what you did to my Benz. You know how much it cost me to get that window fixed? I should take your ass to court for that." he pointed, moving in closer to her.

"Wh...how could you POSSIBLY know that I did..."

"Because YOU drove that SAME black mustang that's parked outside your yard now." she chuckled softly and bit the bottom of her lip while looking away.

"Um...I'm sorry, Justin. Really. I just HAD to get you back. I mean...the things you said were very hurtful. You acted AS IF I didn't have feelings." she paused. "I'm sure it was nothing to you any way. You're rich. You make...millions of dollars."

"It's not how much I make. It's the thing YOU DID! You can't just go...screwing up peoples lives JUST because your's is FUCKED UP! It's NOT MY DAMN FAULT WE DIDN'T WORK OUT! You remember who cheated on WHO! Might I add with a football player?" she chuckled pathetically.

"Would you stop whining for ONCE?!" she raised her voice. "I DID IT BECAUSE YOU WERE TREATING ME BADLY!" she yelled. "Do you know how it FEELS to be HURT?! Especially from someone who you ONCE loved. It's not a good feeling." he nibbled on the bottom of his lip.

"Well...can you just do me a HUGE favor and...stop starting trouble with my family? Pleassseee. I beg of you. They're the ONLY people I have. Besides my ma'."

"I...I don't think I could. I mean...I still love you, Justin, and...seeing you with HER...hurts me." he shook his head pathetically.

"Damnit, Oliver. Why? WHY must you DO this to me? You're never gonna stop unless something very drastic happens. What can I do...to stop ALL of this? Huh? You name it. Anything. Money...cars...jewelry...a house. Please just leave my family ALONE!" she crossed her arms over her chest and held her head down in thought.

"Well um...there is ONE thing in mind. Um...I don't even remember the last time we EVER made...REAL love." his eyes lit up. "I just...miss those days."

"What? Oh hell no. You're...you're askin' me to have sex with you?" he spoke, still in shock.

"Well not have sex, but...make love. I love that term better." he shook his head, refusing to believe a word she said.

"No. I...I can't. I mean...I'm engaged. I have a three year old daughter. They are THE most precious people in my life."

"If they are...then you would do ANYTHING to keep them in good health. That's how I see it." she moved in closer to him. "All you have to say is YES!" she spoke softly by his ear. "Look...I'll make it easier for you." he watched as she discarded her towel.

"Oh my god." he quickly looked away.

"Look at me." he hesitated. "Come on now. It's NOT like you haven't seen me naked before." slowly, he looked up to focus in on her naked body. "You know you want this. Just ONE taste of it will have you crawling to your knees. Besides...think of your fiancé and daughter who will be safe. They ARE important to you, correct?" he bit the bottom of his lip, slowly looking up to lock eyes with her. "Yes. They are, but...I can't sleep with you. That will ONLY make things worse."

"No it won't. It will make things BETTER! Don't you see? I'm trying to make a deal here with you. That's what you came here for, right? So just DO IT and get it OVER with." she demanded. "It won't take no longer than an half hour or so." she rested her hands on her hips as she waited for a reply.

Just thinking about it brought tears to his eyes. He never thought he would ever be in a situation like this before. She made everything seem so simple. He couldn't do it. He could never cheat on Aaliyah. She just meant TOO much to him and he loved her TOO death. No matter how bad things were, he promised himself to never ever do anything stupid to her, and sleeping with Oliver was something stupid to do.

He slowly lifted his head to gaze in her eyes. She stood there, waiting patiently for a response. "Well?" she spoke up.

"NO." he spoke simply. "No. I can't...do it. I KNOW there's a better way to...stop ALL of this." she shook her head pathetically.

"Poor Justin. You will never learn, huh?" she kneeled down, grabbing her towel. "You were stubborn when we first got together, and you're still stubborn now. You will never change." she wrapped the towel around her. "You're gonna be stubborn for the rest of your life. Until the day you FUCKING die." he gritted his teeth angrily. "I tried...negotiating with you but...you screwed up ONCE again. You will never learn."

"Ha." he laughed pathetically. "You know what? Fuck you. You're nobody. You think you scare me? Huh?" he took a few feet towards her. "You don't SCARE me. You may THINK you do but you DON'T! Now I can simply end ALL of this by making ONE move. Believe me. I won't hesitate to show you a thing or two." she watched him turn and unlock the door.

"No. Fuck you, punta (bitch). You're NOTHING but a useless SON OF A BITCH!" she yelled. He pulled the door open and turned to face her, instantly sticking his middle finger up.

"Suck my dick, whore." he spat out.

"Oh I would if it wasn't TOO small." she yelled over the railing as he headed towards the front door.

"Um...it was nice meeting you. I'll see you some other time." he spoke to the blond sitting in the living room on his way out the door. "Bye, my love." he spoke sarcastically, then exited the house.

"Ugh." she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest in attitude.

Chapter 9

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