#AmWriting Short Stories

​This page will showcase short stories by F. Vawters McCloud and by a new, incredible, up and coming author, O’QUINN WARRING.
 
Each month a new short story will be added to this page. The stories will each have a different theme, plot, and twist. Wilhelm may even be lurking in the most unassuming story.  F. Vawters McCloud also may post these short stories on WATTPAD, which is a website devoted to book readers across the world. These are unedited stories being shared as McCloud and Warring create. Some may even become their next new novel! Every new idea will be posted exclusively here on WhoIsWilhelm.com.
 
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Warning: Graphic violence and explicit content.

I’m up playing a word game on my phone. I’m trying to relax until I start my day. My phone vibrates. I look at my clock. It’s only 8:35 a.m. It’s Cortez. I press speaker then say, “What’s going on?” 
 
         “Please say you’re going to Bertram’s bachelor party!”
 
         “Of course. Why wouldn’t I go?”
 
         “It’s Friday night. We know how you do!” Cortez says laughing. 
 
         “Dude, I’m chillin most times. Y’all got the wrong guy.”
 
         “Whatever, Que! ...So I know you’re getting faded. What time you going to the shop?”
 
         “My appointment’s at noon.”
 
         “An appointment? Tone sorry ass never gives me an appointment!”
 
         “That’s because you play too much. He’s too booked for you to come late every single time.”
 
         “Whatever. I like Quick Cuts better anyway.”
 
         “I’m sure, but your hairline doesn’t.” I chuckle saying. 
 
         “Oooh okay. Well, I’m headed to Tone’s now. I guess I’ll be in his chair by the time you get there.” 
 
         “Alright. See you in a minute.” 
 
         “Yep.” 
 
I hang up and then yawn. Cortez is right. Spending Friday night with a bunch of dudes? That’s interesting. And Bertram’s corny ass, will he even have strippers? Trish has him all the way whipped. But anyway, let me start this day. 
 
I get to the shop and Cortez is in Tone’s chair. He sees me then yells across the shop, “What up Que!?” I simply lift my head towards him. 
 
         “Man stay still!” Tone scolds Cortez. 
 
         “My bad!” 
 
I walk over and give Tone and Cortez a dap. I ask Tone, “What time are you getting up outta here?” 
 
         “My last appointment at 2. I plan to be done no later than 4. Oh don’t worry, I’ll be ready for tonight. I heard it’s going to be lit!” 
 
         “Square?” 
 
         “Marcus planned it!” 
 
We three laugh once he says that. Marcus is the strip club king. He knows every stripper in the metro area. Half of his girlfriends have been dancers, so we can rest assured there will be strippers tonight. I sigh saying, “Whew, because I wasn’t feeling sitting around talking about Trish all night.”
 
         “Bertram knows better. We’d burn, not only his player card, but his manhood card, if that happened. ...Que are you coming to the wedding?” Tone asks. 
 
I hesitate then Cortez says, “Yes! He’s coming because I’m in it!” 
 
I give a cheeky smirk. Tone sees me then says, “Que ain’t your man fool! He’s not coming to support you like you’re a female!”
 
         “You’re not coming?” Cortez asks concerned. 
 
         “I hadn’t planned on it. Who’s all in the wedding?” 
 
         “Everyone but your mean ass!” Tone says frowned up.
 
Shrugging I ask, “Who’s everyone?” 
 
Cortez answers, “Me, Tone, Marcus, Darius, Micah, Jonas, and Perceval.” I tap Tone’s shoulder shaking my head. Tone smirks then asks, “Cortez are you gay man? He’s asking about the females in the wedding?” 
 
         “Ask your mama if I’m gay.” Cortez jokes. We laugh, then Tone answers, “Courtney, um what’s the one with the big titties Rachel, um...” 
 
         “Teresa, Lilah, Georgina, Korra, and Sabrina.” Cortez says finishing the list.
 
I say, “Oh Lilah’s in Trish’s wedding?” 
 
Tone answers, “No! She’s a hostess dumb ass!” He emphasizes speaking at Cortez. He continues, “Hortencia is the other bridesmaid.” 
 
         “What’s a hostess?” I ask. 
 
Cortez pulls away looking up at Tone. They both burst into laughter. Staring their way irked I don’t respond. Tone then answers, “Man you’re pitiful. You’ve never been to a wedding ever?” I continue staring. 
 
Cortez then says, “Hostesses greet and seat the guest. They have to dress the part, but they keep things in order more less. They’re more important at the reception.” 
 
Tone gives me the side eye. He and I burst into laughter. Tone says, “This your bestie!” Cortez flips us off. I then say, “Well, I’ll be at the reception. Is that cool?” Cortez shrugs. I continue, “Now get up so I can be ready for tonight.” 
 
I get my haircut then go to the mall to get something crisp for the party. The festivities start at 9. I get home around 6. I eat then start playing my word game. I nap, and then get up around 8:30 p.m. I shower, dress, then head to Micah’s house just after 9. Micah has a real nice home. His arched driveway is packed. I walk in and Bertram sees me instantly. With one hand next to his mouth he shouts, “Mr. Quinn Knolls in the house!” 
 
The house starts cheering. I just shake my head. Bertram grabs me saying, “You don’t do weddings, but I knew your whorish ass would be here tonight!” I laugh as he hugs me. 
 
Cortez, Bertram, Tone, and I all grew up together. These are my brothers. I almost died in my teens. Cortez gave me one of his lungs. My mom smoked heavily throughout her pregnancy. I basically had lung cancer due to her. My mom’s a great mom, she was just addicted to nicotine. She earnestly tried to stop once I was born dying. At 13 years old Cortez insisted he gives me a lung. His parents saw he was serious, so they allowed it. I’ve been well ever since. That’s why he’s my best friend out of the three. 
 
My mom was raped, but she couldn’t abort me due to her beliefs. She believed if God allowed me to be conceived in a matter of minutes I must have purpose. Her family and friends thought she was insane. 
 
She once told me, “My mother preached to me all the time how abortion is such a vague area in the Bible due to circumstances such as this.” 
 
She said my grandmother would say, “God is loving and just, not dogmatic and harsh. If a pregnant woman may die from birthing a child, do you truly believe God would say, she has to have it because abortion is a sin? God forbid! Or what if the child will be born unable to normally function ever, because it has some deadly disease and will only suffer it’s few days on earth? God’s not like that baby. And He surely understands if you’ve been brutally raped and can’t mentally carry this monster’s child! ...So you believe God would rather you have a mental breakdown? Sweetie, that’s not how God operates.” 
 
My dad was a coworker my mom had a crush on. She never talked bad about him. She said, “Oh Quinn, you’re exactly like your father. He was so mild mannered. All us women absolutely gushed over him all day long. We’d try our hardest to get his attention, but he’d always keep to himself, off into his own world. He was married too, so we figured we’d never get to be with him. We all accepted we’d have to admire him from afar. And handsome! Oh my God! He was beyond handsome with this loving smile. He had a small dimple like you, that beautiful clear complexion like you, he was your height, with this wonderful frame, just like you. You’re simply him. I don’t know why your dad did what he did. People have demons they hide in secret. I bet if he had someone he could’ve confided in, he never would’ve done what he did.”
 
My mom never pressed charges. But I never met my dad either. After he raped her he and his family quietly moved away. My mom never saw him again. 
 
Micah hugs me after Bertram. He’s grinning from ear to ear, excited to see me as well. I see the haters in the background scowling my way, but I ignore them as usual. 
 
Micah says, “I have a new toy. Let’s go check it out!” 
 
I respond, “Sweeet!” then follow him to the garage. 
 
Micah has a six car garage. His newest toy is a 1956 Jaguar Roadster. It’s black on platinum and looks like new money. I stand gawking with my mouth dropped. Micah says, “Here take the keys. Let’s take it for a drive.”
 
I snatch the keys and we get inside. I turn on the engine and the vibrating from it is turning me on. I say, “Now this car screams I have a huge dick!” Micah laughs, pushes the garage remote and I back out driving through the mountains. 
 
Micah says, “I know you’re not scared! Floor this bitch, man!” 
 
Grinning I start winding around these mountains as if I want us to die. Micah is beyond an adrenaline junkie. He’s raising up out of the droptop screaming, “Woo hoo!”
 
We risk our lives about 30 minutes then return to the party. We pull up with Perceval standing on the porch, with a stripper. He sees us and watches me pull into the garage wide eyed. We enter the house and no one really noticed we were gone because the strippers are here in full force. I go to the bartender and order Hennessy. Micah comes to tell me something but Perceval cuts him off saying, “Why’d you only take Que? I like old cars too.” 
 
Giving me the side eye Micah says, “Well, second of all it’s not an old car, it’s a Roadster. And firstly, you’re a hater.” he shrugs. 
 
Perceval waves him off then walks away. Micah then grabs me laughing. I say, “Will your parents please adopt me?” 
 
         “My parents suck! Only their money is worth anything. You’re better off like you are, trust me.” 
 
Suddenly a stripper starts speaking over a microphone. “May, I have everyone’s attention please?” 
 
The DJ stops the music. The house is packed and now everyone is facing her. She sexily says, “Heeey.” In unison the room mimics saying, “Heeey.” She giggles saying, “My name is Honey. I’m your hostess for tonight. I’m also all Bertram’s. So you may look, but don’t touch. I’m here exclusively for him.” 
 
The room starts groaning because Honey is fine as hell. Her skin in golden like honey and she’s glowing. She’s wearing a mustard colored thong set and her bottom is round, and up, and smooth but jiggly. You know it’s real! Her breasts are the perfect handful and are real too. I begin panning the room for Cortez. He sees me and pretends he’s crying. I laugh mouthing, “Gah damn she’s fine!” 
 
Tone was right, this bachelor party is lit, but too wild. If you have enough cash, these women are doing whatever. A few are trying extra hard to have me sex them. But me paying for sex is like me paying for air. And poor Honey, Bertram is killing her ego. He loves his Trish. He simply has Honey sitting on his lap all night. Then again she’s probably happy. I’m sure this is the easiest gig she’s ever had. 
 
Bertram and his wedding party are sitting in this area. I walk over asking, “May I join?” 
 
Everyone’s buzzing, tipsy, drunk, or high by now. Bertram answers, “My stubborn brother. I should say no since you’re not in the wedding, but I can’t. I love your bullheaded ass!” 
 
I squeeze between Tone and Cortez giving him the fingers. They all laugh. As soon as I sit a stripper comes to sit on my lap. I stop her saying, “Baby you’re so fine. I swear you are. But not right now, okay?” 
 
She then whispers in my ear, “I’ll do you for free. I’ve made my money for tonight.” 
 
I wink at her nodding then say, “Let me talk to my fellas. We have a wedding to plan.” 
 
She smiles then leaves. Perceval’s scowling my way. I roll my eyes away from him then listen. Bertram asks Tone, “So is Shania your plus one for tomorrow?” 
 
         “Hell Nah! I’m trying to enjoy your wedding, not fight through it!” 
 
         “Why don’t you just dump her then, man?” 
 
         “Three words, a bonafide freak!” 
 
Everyone starts giving him high fives, laughing, and agreeing he’s right to keep her. Micah then asks, “Cortez you have a date? Or who you’re walking down the aisle with is the only date you could find?” 
 
         “Shut up Micah! How old is your girl, 65? I’d rather go alone!”
 
Shrugging and laughing Micah says, “You’re not hurting me. My girl takes care of me, in allways.” 
 
         “Cortez is walking Courtney down! She’s the finest in the entire wedding party! ...I feel what ya doin’ Cortez!” says Bertram. 
 
         “I’m telling Trish you said that!” Micah teases. We all laugh. Perceval then asks, “So who are you bringing Que?” 
 
Everyone goes silent awaiting my answer. I scoff, “Well damn. Who were y’all expecting?”
 
Perceval continues, “You know you’re the man Que. Enlighten us.” 
 
I glance at Bertram. He rolls his eyes in his head, then shakes his head at Perceval. 
 
Tone says, “You’re right Perceval, Que is the man. So unlike your gossiping ass, he doesn’t boast about his women.” 
 
Chuckling Perceval says, “You mad Tone? I’m just asking. We hail Que like he’s the “woman whisperer”, but I’ve yet to see a woman. That’s all I’m saying.” 
 
Cortez interjects, “That’s because you’re not in his circle, bitch!” 
 
Now laughing out loud Perceval says, “Cortez is pretty defensive over you! What’s up with that?” 
 
Cortez stands up to attack Perceval. Tone and Jonas grab him. I calmly sit glaring Perceval’s way. Perceval’s now shrugged up frowning looking all around at everyone. 
 
Bertram then says, “That’s enough Perceval. Chill before I kick you out of my wedding. Don’t ever disrespect my brothers.” 
 
         “B, you and me cool. I swear I wasn’t trying to disrespect anyone. I apologize Cortez. I apologize Que. But I’m honestly interested in seeing how the incomparable Quinn operates.” 
 
Micah abruptly answers, “Whatever you’re doing, do the complete opposite then you mightcomprehend who Que is and how he operates!” 
 
Everyone laughs again but I’m still glaring at Perceval. Perceval flips Micah off then asks, “Que, you want to say something?” 
 
I look over at Bertram. He shrugs, agitated. I roll my eyes back to Perceval saying, “Well, clearly you don’t respect the women you’ve been with. I only deal with women I respect. Clearly, telling exaggerated stories make you feel like a man. I know I’m a man, so my intimate moments can stay intimate. I feel like a man whether someone hears about them or not. To answer why you’ve never seen me with a woman, well that’s common sense. My time with her is with her, not to be shared with another man. My women prefer it that way. Can you say the same?” 
 
Perceval sits staring with a stupid look on his face. I cock my head squinting and then say, “Don’t attack me because you’re women are anxious to meet me.” 
 
Perceval gives me the middle finger then rises to leave. Micah grabs him saying, “Where you going? Oh now you want to leave!” 
 
Perceval snatches away. I say, “Let his punk ass leave.” 
 
He curses me out as he walks away. Bertram shouts, “We love you man! Be at the church by 1!”
 
We sit talking trash another hour or so then we end the night. Bertram walks me to the door asking, “Are you coming to my wedding man? I need to see you there.” 
 
         “I’m going to try B! But I’ll definitely be at the reception.” 
 
         “Don’t try man! Come, okay?”
 
         “I’ll try.” Shaking his head, he hugs me. I leave. 
 
It’s officially my boy’s wedding day. I smile. Bertram’s the first of us to take that leap into commitment. I wake around 7-ish and go jogging. I run five miles then come home and shower. I make me egg whites and turkey bacon. I play my word game then chill. It’s now 2:45 p.m. the wedding starts at 3. I shrug, set my alarm for 5 p.m. and then nap. I get up and shower. I shave a little under my arms and in my genital area. I like to look nice and groomed. Men need to groom too. Women love that. I put on my tuxedo. I’m wearing all black. My shirt, cummerbund, and bow tie are black. Once dressed I stare at myself in the mirror. I say out loud, “It’s a good night Que.” I stare at myself a few seconds more, exhale, and then head to the reception. 
 
I enter and a hostess leads me to my reserved seat right next to the wedding party. All my boys look extra dapper. I can’t help but smile. They all look my way disappointed, but then they smile. They’re used to me and accept me as I am. 
 
Trish’s weeding colors are periwinkle, white, and black. All the men have on black tuxedos with white shirts, periwinkle bow ties and cummerbunds. The bridesmaids are wearing periwinkle dresses of course. Then there’s Bertram, looking like a king with his white tuxedo jacket, periwinkle bow tie and cummerbund, with black slacks on. I greet him and he grabs me tightly, kissing my cheek. 
 
         “You look like royalty baby!” he teases me saying grinning from ear to ear.
 
         “Nah, that’s you.” I say. I then look at Trish. She’s scowling shaking her head. “Hey beautiful. Congratulations. You look a queen.” 
 
         “You’re lucky Bert loves you, or I’d have you escorted out.” 
 
         “I love you too Trish.” 
 
Cortez comes down from the wedding party stage to hug me. Tone and Micah follow. We’re talking when someone taps my back. It’s Perceval. 
 
He says, “Ona, this is my brother Quinn, we call him Que. Que this is my lady, Ona.” 
 
Ona’s eyes light up as she looks at me. I cut my eyes at the fellas as they all frown Perceval’s way. I then say, “Nice to meet you Ona.” 
 
Perceval says, “We should double date soon, okay?” 
 
Micah face plants himself. He’s now peeking through his fingers in disbelief. Cortez is frowned up in awe, as Tone simply shakes his head smirking. 
 
I answer, “Of course Pee. You’re my brother.” 
 
Perceval gives me dap and then escorts Ona to her table. Bertram comes over howling in laughter. He says, “Did this guy just ask you to double date?” 
 
I simply shake my head as they all deride him. Suddenly I hear, “Excuse me groom and groomsmen, but dinner is about to be served. I need you guys seated. Thank you.”
 
Cortez discreetly elbows me in my ribs. It’s Lilah. She looks wonderful. She’s wearing a bridesmaid’s gown. The gowns are strapless exposing her dainty shoulders and nicely toned arms. She looks directly into my eyes then gives a huge grin. Her deep dimples show as her beautiful round eyes brighten from seeing me. 
 
          “Que you look very handsome. Much different from work, as do I, I’m sure.” Lilah smiles.
 
         “Thanks. You look beautiful.” 
 
Her bright smile gets even brighter after my compliment. She then says, “Let me escort you to your seat.” 
 
I’m seated with another coworker and friend named Felton. Lilah, Bertram, Trish, and I all work at the same company, so their coworkers and friends are my same acquaintances. Felton and I are really cool at work. As the caterers serve us Felton notices Lilah staring. 
 
He teases, “Your girl can’t keep her eyes off of you.” I chuckle. He continues, “We’re outside the office. She’s probably been praying for this day, hoping you’ll approach her.”
 
Looking away from her gaze I say, “I’m cool.” 
 
         “Mmhmm.” grunts Felton.
 
         “Don’t worry about me. Where’s your date?” 
 
         “The Misses don’t know these people. Too, I’m leaving shortly. Just wanted to celebrate with Trish and B.” 
 
Suddenly the crowd starts tapping their glasses. I ask, “What’s up?” 
 
Felton answers, “Oh we tap the glass so the bride and groom will kiss. We then lift our glasses, then drink to celebrate their love.” 
 
         “Weddings are crazy.” I chuckle saying. 
 
          “Oh but it’s a good wholesome place to get wasted.” Felton laughs.
 
The night is going smoothly. I watch as Lilah works like a busy bee. The night’s finally coming to an end. She then sits at my table. Smiling she says, “I’m ready to go home.” 
 
I nod. She then exhales loudly covering her face. I ask, “Are you alright?” 
 
Grinning she answers, “I’m alright. I’m just not a big drinker. I think I toasted too much champagne. My head’s starting to spin.” 
 
         “Aw nah. Did you drive yourself here?” 
 
         “Yes! I mean no. ...Well, I drove to Trish’s sister’s...I’m delirious you know who Courtney is! Anyway, I drove to Courtney’s house, and then rode here with her.” 
 
She looks as if she’s in pretty bad shape. It’s then Courtney calls her name. Lilah says, “Excuse me Que.” 
 
She goes to get up and falls back into her seat. I jump up asking, “You sure you’re okay? You need to sober up a little then get home ASAP.” 
 
I help her stand. She nods saying, “Yes I know. God, I’m so embarrassed.” she laughs.
 
         “Cut that out. We’re celebrating. Getting tipsy is the least everyone here has done.” 
 
Now gazing into my eyes, I smile at her. Grinning she says, “Thanks.” 
 
         “I literally live less than two miles from Courtney. Let me get you to your car so you can go home and rest.” 
 
Courtney calls out for Lilah again. I say, “I’m going to get my car from valet. Meet me by the door.” 
 
She nods then heads to Courtney. I have the valet go get my car as I reenter the reception. Lilah points my way. She, Courtney, and Trish head towards me. 
 
Trish scolds, “So you’re leaving without saying goodbye?” 
 
         “Trish, I’m still here.” 
 
Courtney then adds, “And I’m leaving out in a few minutes. I’ll take Lilah to her car.”
 
Lilah’s head is down. She lifts her eyes cutting them toward Courtney and Trish. She then says, “That was really sweet of you to offer Que, but I don’t want to put you out of your way. Thanks so much anyway.”
 
I huff as Trish grabs me hugging me saying good night. She then calls out for Bertram to tell me bye. Betram, Cortez, and Tone come and hug me. I hug everyone but I’m watching Lilah. She glances back waving good bye. Everyone walks off as Cortez walks me out. He’s talking about sexing Courtney tonight. I cut him off saying, “Give me a minute. I need to go back inside.” 
 
Courtney’s off entertaining guests again. I see Lilah sitting alone in a corner, breathing deeply. Probably feeling as if she’s about to puke. I walk over then gently tap her. Startled she looks up. Seeing me she grins. I say, “You sitting here sick is pissing me off. Get your things, I’m getting you home.”
 
         “Courtney can get my things, I simply need my purse. Give me a second!” 
 
I wait by the door again. I see her get her purse near Courtney. Damn, now she’s talking to Courtney. Lilah and Courtney head my way. Lilah gets to me when Courtney says, “Que why are you so adamant about taking Lilah home? Is it because she’s drunk?” 
 
          “What!?” 
 
         “I’m not drunk Courtney.” Lilah mildly yells. 
 
         “Que, I got her. Thanks but no thanks.” 
 
         “Are you her mother? She wants to leave. She’s a grown woman so she can choose whoever she wants to take her home without your consent! ...Lilah, are we good? 
 
         “Yes! Let’s go.”
 
         “Que, okay Lilah likes you. I get it. But it’s classless to have your first date while the woman’s drunk! I thought you were better than this...” 
 
         “Courtney enough! I’m not drunk and you’re embarrassing the hell out of Que and me! Go inside! I’m fine!” 
 
Shaking my head in total awe I say, “Wow, Courtney. I thought we were family.” 
 
Smacking her lips she angrily walks inside. We pull off and Bertram instantly calls. I shutdown my cell phone. I’m so embarrassed and angry I want to beat Courtney’s ass. I’m too humiliated to even look at Lilah. 
 
She then softly says, “Hey.” I glance her way huffing, then instantly look back at the road. She continues, “Trish told me Courtney likes you.” 
 
I’m livid. I can’t look at her. I simply say, “That’s no excuse to fuh— to totally humiliate me in front of my peers.” 
 
         “I’m not excusing her. I’m just explaining why. And we both know she’s been over and beyond tipsy hours ago. You think you’re embarrassed, ha! In the morning she’ll hate herself.” 
 
I glance her way again. She’s grinning as usual. I smirk then pull up behind her car. 
 
         “Follow me home. You live too far to drive home like this. I have the perfect remedy to sober you up.” 
 
         “Okay!” she grins. 
 
Once in front of my home I tell her, “Park in the garage, in case Courtney does a drive by.” 
 
We laugh. She pulls into my garage. I leave my car in the driveway then walk in behind her. We enter my home through the side door. We’re now in the kitchen. 
 
         “Very nice kitchen. Your home’s extremely nice Que.” 
 
         “Thanks. ...here sit down!” I say as I pull out a bar stool for her. 
 
         “Thanks Que.” 
 
I nod then go into my cabinet and remove my French coffee saying, “This is the best coffee on earth!” 
 
         “I believe you.” she laughs. 
 
As I prepare the coffee she keeps sighing and breathing. “Do you need to vomit?” I ask. 
 
She nods. I lead her to my half bath. I return to the kitchen but I’m still very upset with Courtney. Lilah returns. I run upstairs and get her a toothbrush and toothpaste. Giving me the side eye she asks, “You do this often?”
 
         “Bad joke Lilah.” 
 
         “I’m sorry. ...Thanks.” 
 
Rolling my eyes I return to the kitchen. She returns looking refreshed. I can tell she redid her make up. I can even smell her perfume. Smirking I say, “Better?” 
 
         “Much. Thank you.” 
 
         “Come sit at the table.” I say as I carry the coffee mugs to her. She sits. I start making her coffee. “Cream and sugar?” I ask. 
 
Grinning she answers, “Yes... oh.” 
 
She now looks away embarrassed. I look down and I can see myself. Still standing over her I ask, “Does my erection bother you?” 
 
         “Yes...I mean no...I don’t know. Que, it’s late I better get going.” 
 
Now offended I ask, “Why?” 
 
         “Courtney was right, this isn’t wise. We’re both drunk and attracted to each other. So, I better go.” 
 
         “Courtney was right? What the hell does that mean?” 
 
         “Que, why are you getting upset?”
 
         “Because you’re acting like I’m a rapist because I’m erect!” 
 
         “What? Que, you’re scaring me. I’m leaving.” 
 
She turns to walk out the garage door. I snatch her back saying, “Scaring you? I’ve been nothing but nice to you all night. Now you’re treating me as if I’m some monster!” 
 
Head hanging down she calmly says, “Que, let me go. You’re hurting me.” 
 
I fling her across the room. She goes crashing into my kitchen chairs. I then kick my side door close with all my strength. She gets up holding her shoulder softly crying. I see her innocent face staring up at me wide-eyed and terrified. I cover my face with one hand huffing. I look at her. She starts calmly looking for an exit. 
 
         “I’m sorry.” 
 
I start heading towards her. She starts crying, “Please Que. I’m scared. Please just let me go home.”
 
Biting my bottom lip I say, “Courtney frustrated everything! I planned this wedding date for weeks! Now it’s destroyed because this bitch just didn’t let it naturally take its course!” Now glaring at Lilah I say, “Come here.” 
 
Crying shaking her head no, she says, “Please Que let me go home!” 
 
         “Come here Lilah. Don’t make me ask again.” 
 
She cries harder. I then rush over to her. She takes off running into the living room. She heads toward the front door. I grab her hair and throw her on the floor. I pin her down, snatch up dress, and rip off her underwear. She’s screaming by now. 
 
I’m having an internal battle within. My mom died when I was eighteen from lung cancer. I’m now 31 years old. Her life insurance sustained me, but I’ve been on my own all this time. She was estranged from her family after I was born. None of them supported her decision to have me. I’m sure they know now, but none of her family knew she had passed. My brothers and their families supported me. These urges I was fighting inside I never told anyone about. I never even told my brothers I was born from rape. How would they look at me? 
 
No matter how strong the urge to rape, I never acted upon it. I had many girlfriends, but whenever I felt myself wanting to overpower them I’d dump them no matter how much I liked them. They’d go crying to Cortez, Bertram, and Tone needing an explanation, because I treated them like queens. My brothers started thinking I was a player because I dumped my women so coldly. When they’d ask why, I couldn’t answer, so I wouldn’t rape them. I’d simply say, “I got bored.” They crowned me the man . 
 
I wasn’t lying when I told Perceval I only dated women I held in high regard. I had to. If I perceived any whorish way about them I knew I’d rape them. And I wouldn’t desire to rape them because of that. Loose women usually use sex to control men, in my opinion. Thus I’d want to rape them to control them. All of Cortez’s women behaved like his latest crush, Courtney. I wanted to destroy all of his girls! So as a result, I’d rarely hangout with any of my brothers with their women. 
 
I’m lying on top of Lilah. She’s crying and begging me please don’t. 
 
It’s Monday morning. I get to work. Bertram and Trish are gone on their honeymoon. I see Courtney. Why in the world is she here? I instantly head to the restroom. She then starts calling out my name. I try and pretend I don’t hear her. I’m five feet away from the restroom door when Felton says, “Que! Courtney’s calling you.” 
 
         “Oh my bad, thanks.” 
 
I turn and Courtney’s right behind me. Winded she says, “I know you heard me!” 
 
         “What’s up Courtney?” 
 
         “I don’t blame you for ignoring me. I was an asshole Saturday night. Im so, so, so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?” 
 
Her eyes are filled with tears. I nod. She grabs me hugging me tightly. She then asks, “Have you been talking to Lilah? She won’t return my calls? I need to apologize to her as well. Is she angry with me?”
 
Nervously shrugging I answer, “I haven’t talked to her since then either. So I don’t know.” 
 
The work day is going smoothly. I go out for lunch. As I return I see Lilah leaving the building. She must’ve gotten here late. I scrunch down in my car seat to watch her. She pans the parking lot. She sees my car and just stares at it momentarily. She gets into her car and leaves. It’s then I text Felton. 
 
         Me: hey I’m running late from lunch. Is anyone looking for me?
         Felton: Nope I don’t think so. U still hv a few minutes
         Me: I’m like 10 mins behind... text me if anyone asks for me. 
 
I pull off and head home. I go inside, grab a few things, and leave. Fifteen minutes later Felton texts: the police are here looking for you. 
 
I toss my phone out of the window. I was hoping Lilah was forgiving like my mom. Obviously not. I knew this day was fast approaching. The will to resist was gone, so I became proactive. I put the bulk of my money in a small fireproof safe at home. That’s all I really stopped by my house to grab. I think on my brothers and how I’ll miss them. It’ll be much harder to cope without them, but I’m not ready for jail. I cut on my classical music and then permanently head west.