The One That Got Away by Danielle Martin (chrysanthemum read aloud TXT) 📖

was upset over what Makayla did to me."

"Fuck MAKAYLA!" She pointed a finger at him. "Your little bitch came by here earlier today looking for you?"

His eyes widened in shock. "What??? When did she do that?" He asked anxiously.

"Earlier today." She shook her head. "And see how concerned you look right now. Why you care so much if she came by. The bitch cheated on you. You said you we're done with her.'

He threw his hands up in the air in fustration. "Dammit, she was the love of my life Carol, that doesn't go away over night."

She looked hurt as she wiped tears that had crept to the edge of her nose. "So there's no chance for me and you right? You basically been here every night for the past week for no reason."

"I'm here for you, and I'm here for the boys. If you wan't me to leave, I will."

"And what about when we we're in the mall. We we're all dressed alike, you had me thinking you really wanted to work on us."

He shook his head, knowing he was wrong for decieving Carol the way he had. She was nothing but a game piece inside his master plan and he knew deep down inside he was dead wrong for using her. "I only did that because I know her best friend Nya goes to school inside that mall. I knew she would see us."

In shock, Carol lifted her hand smacking him across the face, the smack thundering throughout the room. "FUCK YOU!" She spat at him.

He held his face, unmoved because the blow didnt hurt at all, but he knew he deserved it. "I'm sorry Carol. I just want to be honest with you."

She continued to cry, not caring how weak she was making herself look. "I wanted to be with you Rodney. I wanted to be a family."

"A family?" He repeated. "How we going to be a family Carol? You're pregnant!"

"What does that mean?" She put a protective arm around her belly. "I'm going to love my child as should you."

"What about the father? Where he at?"

She bit her lip, looking away. "I sent him on his way. When you told me you were coming back to me, I told him to pack his things and move out. I gave him up for you."

Rodney shook his head, standing to his feet looking for his tshirt. "You shouldn't have done that." He grabbed the shirt off the bed rest, whipping it over his head.

"Where you going?" She asked.

"I just need some time to myself. Dont wait up for me alright?" Grabbing his shoes, Rodney headed out of the bedroom, grabbed his keys off the kitchen table and stormed out the door. He knew leaving like this in the middle of the night was wrong, but he couldnt stay there any longer. He walked down the steps, thought about jumping in his car and going for a ride, then decided to just take a stroll through the neighborhood and enjoy the peace and quiet. It was late. No one was outside so he didn't have to worry about anyone bothering him. He looked around. It was a rough neighborhood. Just a block away from the projects. He hated that his children had to grow up in the ghetto. He wanted better for them. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, walking as if he we're taking a scroll down the beach with the sand running inbetween his toes. Immediatly, Makaylas face flashed inside his mind. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since that night he left her. That night he packed his bags and drove away from the only woman he ever loved. As she cried and begged for him to stay, he wanted to hold her and kiss her and tell her how much he loved her, but his father didn't raise no weak man, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. His mind went back to those emails he read. The way jchat96 described to his woman what he was going to do to her when he saw her. The way she happily agreed to meet with him. His anger began to boil back up inside of him. Rodney was 36 years old, and never had he ever went out on a limb for any woman like he did for Makayla, and she betrayed him. He thought about that night that he drove in fury back to her house, popping up unannounced that night. He pounced on her. Didn't give her the benefit of the doubt to even speak. Truth of the matter is, he tried having sex with Carol that same night and it just wasnt happening. His dick wouldn't get hard. He lied and told her its because he was tired from working out, but truth of the matter was, he didn't want her. As bad as his heart was hurting, that didn't stop him from still wanting Makayla as badly as he did. Running off adrenaline, he made that 30 minute trip to her house in Mandarin, and he angrily fucked her. Let out all of his aggression on her poor body, refusing to let her kiss him no matter how bad he wanted to. He shook his head, quickening his pace into a jog feeling like he needed to go for a run to clear his mind. If he didn't get over Makayla soon, he didn't know what he was going to do.

Chapter 7

 

CHAPTER 7.

I think im going to fuck him. Makayla secretly watched Nathan from across the room as he listened to the instructor, fully attentive. He sat forward, his chin propped up on his fist. He was so into what the lady was saying, he paid no attention to the fact that she was staring him down. Almost like a lioness watch her prey. That would be a good way to get your mind off of Rodney. You havent seen Johnny in weeks. You havent had sex since Rodney used you. So why not what do you have to lose? "What about you Makayla?"

She snapped back to reality after hearing her name. "Huh?" She stammered, embaressed as all the attention in the room reverted to her.

"I said you have been with us for a while now. Would you like to share with our newcomers your story?"

Makayla looked around, a pair of 35 eyes on her. She hated being put on the spot this way, and the instructor Mrs. Kathy knew that very well. "Well, um...." She stuttered. "There's not much to tell. My name is Makayla and I'm a recovering sex addict. Have been for 12 years." She pressed her lips together to signal that she had nothing else to say. Nodding her head, Mrs. Kathy turned her attention to a young white woman in the back of the class. She dipped further in her seat, noticing that Nathan was now staring right her. He looked at her so seductively, but ofcourse she was just imagining it as usual. Anytime she made eye contact with a good looking man, the first thing she thought about was what it would be like to be in bed with him. And she knew that was what her problem was. Thats why she was here. You have a problem. And you will never be happy if you dont fix those demons inside of you.Her mind flashed back to those last words Rodney spoke to her that night. She shivered, remembering that cold look plastered on his face. She had never seen him so upset. So hurt. And she did that to him. Makayla sat through the rest of the class silent, jotting down notes but not really comprehending what she was writing. She was in a daze. Couldn't believe after 2 years of being clean, no sex with any other man besides her man, and now here she was again. Back in these stupid therapy classes that she honestly believe did nothing for her. In fustration, she quickly stood from her seat before thinking, snatching up her purse. "Excuse me." she squirmed past the older mexican lady she was sitting next to, hurrying towards the door before anyone tried to stop her. This was pointless. She was tired of waisting her time here. Makayla knew she had a sex addiction, and she didn't need some woman reminding her that every week. This was a problem she knew she was going to have to fix on her own.

Pushing the door open, Makayla hurried towards her car, hoping the instructor didn't see her leave and wasn't coming out to stop her.
"Makayla wait!"

She already knew who that voice belonged to. Turning around, she was greeted by Nathan walking up to her calmly, his hands folded behind his back. "Where ya going?" He asked casually.

"I'm going home."

"Are you coming back?" He asked anxiously.

She shook her head. "No I dont think so. This might be my last meeting."

"But why?" He pleaded almost as if he were dissappointed.

She shrugged her shoulders. "This isn't the place for me. It never was. I just came hoping deep down inside I would see some progress. But nothing has changed. Im still a sex addict!"

"Makayla." He pronounced her name so calmly, "Don't leave till you really give it a chance. You have to open up."

She smacked her lips in fustration. "I been coming to these meetings since i was 18 years old, and so far, they have done nothing."

"Thats because you wont open up!" He persisted. "You sit in this class every week and you don't say a word. You listen to everyone else's story but you wont dare share your own.

She dropped her head in guilt, knowing what he was saying was true. She tried opening up on numerous occasions, but she felt like her buisness was her buisness. She didn't feel entitled to share her struggles with a room full of strangers.

"Look Makayla, I know you don't know me, but i think you should know that I'm studying to be a counseler."

She looked him up and down, surprised. "A counseler??" She pronounced it slowly to make sure she heard him correct.
"Yes." He nodded his head. "I was aiming for drug counseling, but its really wherever the world takes me. I sit in many therapy classes going on around the city and I just listen. I comprehend and I take notes. I want to help people Makayla, and if you believe you need extra guidance, I think I can help you."
She crossed her arms across her chest. "So that whole thing about you being a sex addict? That was a lie?"

He shook his head. "No it wasn't a lie, I struggled with a sex addiction for 10 years. Then I met my counseler Judy. That lady helped me so much. She pulled me out of a deep dark hole. Im so thankful that I met her and I want to inspire people the same way she inspired me."

Makayla turned her back, trotting towards her car. "Your no different from the rest of them Nathan. You just have a better body build and a cuter face." She clicked the lock to her car, sliding in to the drivers seat and slamming the