When Temperance married the new love of her life three years ago, she truly believed her fairy tale was about to begin. However, being married to Tyson was more like living in a real-life made for TV drama.
Rated-R
Taraji P Henson - Temperance
Tyre...
I woke up on Success and Malik's couch. I'd been here since everything went down that night two weeks ago. Things with Malik were pretty testy that night, and after his surgery he went into cardiac arrest. So leaving my cousin's side was definitely not a choice. She needed me and she still does. After two more surgeries that night ,Malik's condition improved and he's been home since. I was living here temporarily. It wasn't that I was afraid to go home, or afraid of Terrell. He was where he needed to be. It's just to me that house was never really my home. I felt like it had an Omen on it, and I just didn't want to live there anymore. So I been here since that night helping with Malik around the clock.
He was much better even walking around on his own. His doctor says he should make a full recovery, but the bullet that was lodge in his leg altered the way he walked. He's still going through therapy and the slight limp may never go away. Only time would tell.
The sound of the bacon sizzling made me stop daydreaming momentarily as I stood in the kitchen gazing out the window.
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I sat it on a paper towel in a paper plate as I pick up the pancake batter and poured a large round puddle on the griddle. Making breakfast was one of my major tasks since being here. I wanted to do anything I could to relieve my cousin's stress. Being pregnant and caring for Malik was already hard enough for her ,so I wanted to lighten the load. A couple of nights ago she had a bloody show that was stress related, and she wanted to do whatever it took to carry her baby to term. I wanted that for her too. At least one of us should be blessed with a child, and if anyone deserves a baby it's Success.
I flipped the pancake over thinking about my husband whom I haven't seen but twice since the night he left the hospital and was taken in for routine questioning. Of course routine questioning turned into being arrested. Yes. Tyson was sitting in a cell for the attempted murder of Terrell. The son of a bitch survived and gave his accounts of what happened that night. And with the disfigurement of Terrell's face and Tyson DNA all over him and vise versa he was arrested. Terrell, too was arrested, but he's unable to be in a cell because of his injuries. I was assured that he was handcuffed to the rail of his hospital bed, and had a twenty four hour guard sitting at the door. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, especially with the kidnapping charges I brought against him.
"Hey.." Success walked in the kitchen distracting my thoughts. I sat the pancake that was cooked thoroughly on a plate and poured another large puddle of the batter on the griddle.
"Hey." I smiled sitting the bowl down and wiping my hands with a paper towel. "Breakfast will be ready soon. I hope you two are hungry."
"We are." she giggled sneakingly.
"What's that look for?" I questioned smiling right along with her. " I know you are not making that man have sex with you. Success!" I squealed. "He's still recovering." I told her.
"Nooo." she said shyly. "But I think he deserves to wake up to blow job every morning." she said biting her lip.
"Just Nasssssty." I shook my head laughing flipping the pancake over to cook on the other side.
"Well... I almost lost him. I just want him to know that I love him. And I have to make sure his body parts weren't affected from his injuries."
"Oh, if he didn't know how much you love him I bet he does now." We both laughed.
" You know I can not get over you cutting your hair. That was so drastic." she said running her fingers through my new haircut.
"I just...I don't know. I needed something fresh. I just felt like a new hairstyle would make things look brighter in my life." I exclaimed. But I think I just wanted to cut off any memory of Terrell.
" Mmmmhmm. Soooo..." she sat down on the bar stool at the Island. "Are you going to try and visit Tyson again? What is his lawyer saying?" she asked me and I swear I didn't want to talk about it.
I breathed out. I had cried two weeks straight over this. After I told Tyson how much I loved him it was a slap in the face the things he said to me.
"He told me to stay away. I don't know what else to do." I shrugged my shoulders up and down. "He won't talk to me. He won't call me. And he told his lawyer he would fire him if he tells me anything about the case. It's crazy after all the shit we been through, I finally am ready to love my husband again and he wants nothing to do with me. I swear, something in the universe hates me."
"No. I don't think that's it. Tyson's..." she exhaled. "He blames himself for everything, and I just don't think he want to hurt you again. Just like any stubborn man he's pushing you away."
"But I have told him that none of that matters. None of it. He knows that I love him. He knows that I never stopped loving. I even canceled the divorce and paid my lawyer for his time. Tyson knows that I am ready to move forward with him and start over."
"I don't think he can get over what Terrell did to you." she told me with compassion in her voice and on her face. "The rape...." she said in a low whisper.
"Oh, that..." I replied nonchalantly, but remembering every dirty detail about those ten minutes. I had blocked it out for the most part. I never wanted to think about it ever again.
"Tempe you say it like you didn't go through any trauma. You were abused and raped by that bastard. The effects will never go away if you don't talk about it. I still think you need counseling, or to go back to the therapist you were seeing before. You haven't even talked to me about it. That's not healthy to keep those emotions bottled up inside." she chastised me.
I looked up at her, but remained silent as I poured the last of the pancake batter on the griddle. "Do you think Malik want eggs this morning?' I said changing the subject altogether. This wasn't up for discussion. I told her this before when she tried forcing me to talk about it.
"So you're going to ignore to stand there me?" she popped her lips and kept her judgemental gaze on me. I walked to the refrigerator without a response unbothered.
