--Julliet Parris--
"Oh Geo!" I moaned as Geovanni kept his pace steady as he pumped in and out of me.
"Am I hurting you?" He asked as he slowed down his pace a bit.
"No, you're not. Ju-just like you were doing it." I assured him, causing him to pick back up his pace as I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles behind his back.
Geo's grunts of pleasure answered my moans as we both got lost in our love making.
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For the first time in five months, my husband and I had made love. I currently laid in our bed, wrapped in his arms feeling as safe as ever.
After the night I was drugged and raped things had become bumpy for us and we became distant, but Geo made provisions for me to start attending counselling and getting better for myself and our children.
Today, I initiated sex after five long months of fear, depression and so much more. Geo understood that I needed time to heal and has waited for me until I decided to initiate sexual contact. Of course we both knew that I could not heal in just six months, it was going to take longer than that, but I missed my husband physically and I needed the love we made a few hours ago.
"You good?" Geo groggily asked, causing me to nod.
"Yes, I'm good and you?" I returned the question.
"I'm good as long as you are, baby." He kissed my shoulder.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked, making him chuckle lightly.
"I always do. The question is, did you enjoy it?" He countered.
"Yes, I did." I smiled.
"Good." Silence fell between us for a few brief moments until he spoke again. "I love you, Julliet."
"I love you too, Geovanni." I blushed as I looked down at his tatted arm, gently wrapped around my lower abdomen, draping loosely across my stomach.
"You're beautiful." He pressed a kiss to my temple. "Always remember that." After that, silence fell between us. The only sound heard was the chatter coming from the news being broadcasted on the television. Geo put a television in our room, just so that it will offer background noise and dim light to calm me down on the nights he'd be out late and I woke up from my nightmares.
Geo began snoring lightly, alerting me that he had drifted back to sleep and I turned my attention to the television. A small picture of Skylar popped up in one corner of the screen as the news anchor informed viewers that she had missing for five going on six months now and her body was recovered in a lake. My heart began racing and my mouth went dry. It was then broadcasted that her car was found burnt out a few feet away from the edge of the very lake, but Mike's away from her body.
Was that Skylar's karma for all that she had done to me? First, Krystal violated my relationship and developed Gestational Diabetes and passed away shorty after childbirth. I had forgiven Krystal and grew to love her, but she died anyway and now, Skylar someone who had done me absolutely dirty, whom I'd never forgiven, is gone. I thought of Geovanni's words the night I decided to go out with her... The last time I saw her and the last time she hurt me.
"Don't you think she's caused us enough trouble already?" Geovanni yelled at me and I was too determine to forgive Skylar to listen. I was still naive and I thought that she could be the childhood friend I once had, but that was my mistake and Geo was right all along.
I only had one drink that night. Just one. And she was the one who went and got it for me. She spiked my drink and she let some bastard take advantage of me. Just like that night we went to the house party and I had sex with Alexis. She purposely got me messed up both nights so that I could be taken advantage of and possibly ruin my relationship with Geovanni. I couldn't believe that she'd be so bitter and stoop so low as to hurt me like that.
I began shaking. It happened from tme to time. I would shake because of how messed up my nerves were. The night Geo found me, I was having a nervous breakdown and ever since Everytime I got extremely angry or extremely sad, I shook uncontrollably.
"Baybeh?" Geo's voice interrupted my thoughts. I know that my shaking had alarmed him. "Baybeh?" He called again, his voice full of concern. "Julliet, are you ok?" He asked. I nodded as silent tears rolled down my face.
Unsatisfied with my response, Geo got up and turned on the lights and came around to my side of the bed, where he pulled me up before sitting down and pulling me back down into his lap. Geo cradled me in his arms and allowed me to cry on his shoulder.
He usually didn't press to get an answer whenever I broke down. He allowed me to go through my emotions, calm down and talk to him whenever I was calm, collected and ready to talk.
"It's ok, baby, I'm here. I gotchu'." He whispered soothingly into my ear as my sobs became audible. "Nobody's ever going to hurt you again. Not as long as I'm around." He assured me.
"She's dead." I croaked out as it all really sank in. "Sky's dead, Geo." I sobbed as I clung tighter to him.
He didn't say anything. He only soothingly rubbed circles on my back in an attempt to calm me down, I guess.
"It's ok, baby. It's ok." He cooed as my cried began getting hysterical. "Calm down for me, baby. Calm down, love." He whispered soothingly as he continued on with different methods of caressing me.
"Skylar's dead, Geo." I repeated.
"Well maybe she messed with the wrong one." He shrugged. "Don't pay it no mind, Jules. Just calm down. Stop working yourself up, mama." He cooed as he pecked my temple repeatedly. "Everything's just fine."
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Welp.
~Dolly