What My Eyes Can't See (5 page)

I had been meeting new people at school. Then, I finally met some females that Q’Mari and Todd hadn’t run through, two real cool chicks named Erica and Taniyah. Since I hadn’t had any girl time, I decided that it was time to go out with them. All of my old friends lived too far away and in the middle of too much drama to come and visit. Sylvia couldn’t keep her baby daddy from cheating, but always seemed to think that she was one up, and smarter than his side bitch. Vallika is just always the side bitch. A whining, complaining side bitch at that. I’m just saying that if you know that you are the side bitch, then just be that and shut the fuck up. Don’t call me complaining about how you’re being treated, when you’re getting treated based on your position anyway—feel me? What I can say is, those two bitches were down for me, no matter what. We did all kinds of trifling shit together, and they kept it one hundred solid the entire way through. What made me give up on them was that they never tried to grow beyond their current situations. One day you have to get tired of the old and make moves towards something new.

Erica and Taniyah were both super cool though. They both worked part time, had no kids, and they were working on their futures. No man issues so far, that I could gather. They had their own cars and places to stay. Erica invited me to a party, and we decided to make a day of it. All three of us went shopping for a party fit, out to eat, and to get our nails done. These females loved to shop. They had to have some bands, because they took me to some fly ass spots and spared no expense. We sipped champagne while they got their weaves styled at the salon.

“School has been so hectic. I haven’t had any real conversation time with you bitches,” Erica said with sass. “So tell us more about yourself, Sacaria.”

“I am kind of a long story, but to keep it short, I recently moved back here from the ATL.”

“Word! I heard about the club scene out there, but I have yet to go,” Taniyah said.

“I have been there and so many other places, but it’s cool,” Erica said, with her nose in the air.

Taniyah glanced at Erica with irritation. “Well, welcome back bitch!” Taniyah said, with her champagne glass in the air, initiating a toast. “Here’s to your return and our new bond,” she said, as our glassed chimed together in harmony.

“Thank you, girl. It’s been rough, but it’s good. I got me a good man now, with good dick and money, so I’m straight,” I laughed.

“Girl, men are no good no matter what they have. Just enjoy it while you can,” Erica replied.

“Let’s make another toast to men with good dick and money,” Taniyah said, rolling her eyes at Erica.

“I’m just saying. You know how men are. I wasn’t trying to rain on your parade,” Erica said remorsefully.

“Girl, it’s good. I wasn’t tripping. I know what I got,” I said, as I got up to go get my wax done.

We finished getting our salon treatments and I felt like brand new money. Then Erica drove us to her condo in her brand new 740i, so we could get dressed for the club. I was definitely impressed. Shayvon kept texting me all day, to make sure that Erica and Taniyah was treating me right. At least that is what he told me. I had the feeling that he was just keeping tabs on me, but I didn’t mind. It felt good to have someone, especially my man, be possessive about me.

Erica’s condo was plush. Her walk-in closet was filled with designer clothes by all the major labels. I mean there must have been thousands of dollars’ worth of shit in there. Some of the shit still had price tags on it. Purses, shoes, dresses and jeans; you name it and she had it. I didn’t understand why she was still going to school. She obviously didn’t need a degree in anything. My eyeballs must have been like saucers, because Erica put her hand on my back and said, “Feel free to wear some of my stuff, if you are not feeling right about the outfit you bought. I mean it’s cute and all, I just don’t mind sharing.”
If she wasn’t so cool, I would have said, “Bitch, I don’t need shit from you, I got money.”
She is usually real cool, so I figured maybe something was bothering her. I am sure that she didn’t realize how funky her attitude was coming across.

“I’m straight girl, I appreciate it though,” I said, with a bit of regret. After I saw the way Erica and Taniyah were slaying, I wanted to return my poor little outfit. Shay had plenty of money for me to buy whatever I wanted, but I wasn’t used to spending like that. Rather than let that get the best of me, I wore my shit like a boss. I did however, borrow some of Erica’s accessories. There was nothing wrong with defining perfection. When I was with Davona, before she got strung out really bad on drugs, she would show me how to dress up to go out. It always puzzled me as to why she would settle for less when she looked like movie star at those times. Well right now, I was stunting like my mother. I could see Erica and Taniyah checking me out.

“Bitch, I’m not playing, if you leave me by myself tonight for some nigga, I’m showing out,” Taniyah said with conviction and Erica laughed. “I’m serious, shoot I’m tired of that shit. We came together, and were leaving together. Sacaria, this bitch will leave yo’ ass in a heartbeat.”

“I’m no hater, but I feel you, Taniyah. I’m not trying to hear that shit either,” I said with a chuckle.

“Y’all is hating. Ol’ hater ass bitches, but it’s good; I got y’all,” Erica said, as she grabbed her Gucci purse and checked her lipstick in the mirror for the umpteenth time. “Well get your lazy asses up, it’s time to go do the damn thang,” she said, as she handed me a fake ID.

The club was cracking by the time we got there. Taniyah said they hit this spot up sometimes, when they wanted to be out of the way. It took us damn near an hour to get there with the traffic and whatnot. An hour that was well worth it, I might add. We didn't even have to wait in the long ass line. I watched as Erica strolled past looking at all of the irrelevant people with her nose in the air. As they stood in the line beside us, we pranced up into the club like princesses. I turned and looked back at the line like,
hell yeah, we’re the shit.

The crowd was mixed. It looked like everybody in there had their shit together. The dress code was no joke. Everybody was dipped from head to toe. I followed Erica right over to the VIP section, where she sat as if the club was hers. A tall man in a black suit approached her, and then called a server to immediately attend to her needs.

“Order whatever you want. The bar is at our disposal. No need to feel like you have to buy a bottle, Sacaria. You can get any drink you want.”

I wasn't sure what Erica meant by that, but frankly if she was treating, then I didn't give a fuck. People walked by with envy in their eyes. Groupies were eying us from different places around the room. In just a few minutes, I had already taken in the sights and I was ready to party. I ordered two drinks and popped a pill that Erica gave to me on the way there. When a hot club banger came on, I didn't even bother to grab Erica or Taniyah. I polished off the last of my drink and made my way to the dance floor. I started dancing alone in the center of the floor as I looked up at the balcony above. Shortly after I got into the beat, I could feel someone grinding on my ass. It felt good. I didn't bother to turn around to see who it was. At that point, it didn't matter. I closed my eyes and let loose, twerking one ass cheek at a time, on what I assumed to be a hard dick.

The next thing I knew, I was in VIP, making out with a hot ass dude. Erica was sitting beside me watching and sipping on some Ace of Spades. I was sitting on the bench, when my new friend got between my legs and unzipped his pants. I felt a rush.

“Damn you’re hot!” he whispered in my ear.

I couldn't talk, so I grabbed his face and tongue kissed him hard; then he slipped himself inside of me. He started grinding me real slow and deep. It was dark in our corner, but I think people could tell what was going on, yet nobody said a word. Taniyah came over to sit with Erica, but she had a girl with her, a cute little Asian girl. I could see Taniyah and the girl making out across from me, which made me even hotter. The server sat more drinks on the table for Erica, and then walked away. I wasn't sure what kind of club this was, or if we was just turning it out, but I was having a ball. This dude had the biggest dick ever and I creamed on it several times. When he finished, he sat back on the bench beside me.

“Damn babe I need to get your number.”

Erica handed me her phone and I locked his number in under dope dick. I never even bothered to ask for his name. He poured us some drinks. We sat there drinking and making out for a while, and then we hit the dance floor again. A guy who I assumed was a friend of my no-named lover, joined us on the dance floor. The three of us went to VIP section and made out. The two guys never touched or kissed, but they eagerly shared me. They couldn't get enough of me and vice versa. I thought that I should be feeling bad about Shay, but I couldn't. I was feeling too good.

Taniyah grabbed my arm and damn near dragged me to the ladies’ room. When we got there, she pulled out a powder pack and I joined her. I was so high; I wanted to rip off my clothes and walk around naked. I made my way back to VIP to see that my no-named lover and his friend were still waiting for me. We went back to it immediately. This time I made out with the first guy, while the other guy slid inside of me. I thought I was going to pass out from the overwhelming feelings of pleasure. I felt so good that I hadn't realized that my friend was sucking on my neck. That won’t be good for him or me, if I went home to Shay with a monkey bite.
Party over, it’s out of time.
I called Shay’s phone, but he didn't answer, so I left a message saying that I was sleeping overnight at Erica's house. I wanted to take my new friends with me, but Erica wasn't with it. She said that she never took anyone from the club home with her for many reasons. I would have gotten a room, but I didn't want to get stranded anywhere, so I stayed with my girls. Erica was so private with her shit. Although I know she did, I never saw her pop pills or powder her nose. I didn't even see her make out or dance with anyone all night long.

What Erica did do was leave with a trick for a little while. In fact, she left us in the lobby of this hotel, while she went up to a penthouse suite for about an hour. She wouldn't give us any details when she returned. Honestly, I was too wasted to listen if she did. I stumbled into her living from the elevator and crashed on the couch. I didn't see either of them again until morning.

I started to get my life together for Sacaria. I wanted to wife her and start a family. In order to make it happen, I got serious about making life good for her. Years from now, I want to look back on life with no regrets. Regret had haunted me before with my sports career and I wasn’t going to let it happen again.

Too many niggas find a solid female that they love and don’t want to change for her, just so they can keep street credibility, but then they miss out on a good woman. I am too good for that, and so is Sacaria. I have seen that happen to many times and it wasn’t about to be my story. Sacaria has been down for me since I met her. Whatever I ask her to do; she does it no matter what it is with no questions asked. Even though she knows I got money, she don’t even ask me for anything.

Sacaria met and starting hanging with some females from school. She went out with those girls and wasn’t going to ask me for a dollar, but I handed her the black card anyway. She deserved to spend just like everybody else. I see how her friends dress at school. They try to downplay, but I know tags when I see them. I wasn’t used to her going out and having girl time, but if that is what it took to keep her, I would do my best to deal with it. It wasn’t really jealousy or not wanting to share her. I was far from being insecure, so I just chalked it up to the fact that I had never been in love before. Furthermore, I didn’t know anything about her new friends and I didn’t want her slipping up and saying the wrong shit.

From what I could tell, Erica and Taniyah were taking care of business. They seemed like wifey material, and females like that should stick together. It was a good look for Sacaria to surround herself with goal-oriented females. I never even bothered to take her around Todd’s baby momma. The bitch is crazy and didn’t have any goals. All she did was make babies and collect checks.

Out of all the females around us, this seemed like the best clique for Sacaria. Sacaria even introduced Erica and Taniyah to Todd and Q’Mari. It seemed like everything was perfect. We would all get together and do shit, like one big happy family.

Then there started to be times when I could hardly keep up after Sacaria. She would get with those chicks and be gone for days—literally. It started with a night or a day and started being days at a time. She would only answer my calls and texts when she felt like it, which was half of the time. I didn’t know what was going, but Sacaria assured me that she was living the life that she never had a chance to live. She was just getting the “party girl” out of her system, so that she wouldn’t resent me later. I believed her, until one night I had to drag Sacaria out of Erica’s house to make her come home. She damn near had more clothes and shoes at Erica’s then she did at home—clothes that I never even seen her wear –little skimpy tramp clothes. I knew the clothes were hers, because she kept trying to snatch a bunch of them. She kept repeating, “Wait… I need to get my clothes.”

I kept thinking what in the hell is going on.
Clothes, what clothes?
She was snatching clothes out of drawers and bags and trying to carry them, but they kept falling from her arms. I stood there in awe. I started to feel like I didn’t know who Sacaria was. I knew she was high as hell and that was something new for me. I never saw her get high or even drunk for that matter. I tried to talk to her and ask her what hell was going, but she wouldn’t talk to me. I swear; I came into the room that night after getting her home, and she was talking to herself like a damn alcoholic. I ignored it all in hopes that it was just temporary as she said.

Homies from the hood started getting word to me that Sacaria was hanging around bad business. Word was that Erica and Taniyah was not at all who I thought they were. I heard these bitches was stripping and prostituting. I didn’t really vibe with them all that much, but I never thought they could have been involved with all of that. Once again, I went to Sacaria with my concerns and she denied it all. She assured me that they was working hard on their studies and partying a little in between. I believed her, but to be on the safe side, I sent one of my runners to check out a few spots to see if there was any truth to what I was hearing.