Traces of A Red Kiss

I pulled into the driveway of our home. It was still light outside, although the sun was slowly covering it's face. I didn't know what to expect once I got  into the house. Hopefully the news hadn't spread to Micah yet. However if it had I'd deny that shit! Everybody know's that Mrs. Caitlyn drinks up at the Kelley's Pub everyday. I'd tell him that. Walking up to our four bedroom, three bathrooms, a double automatic garage with a black Navigator sittin' high on Ashanti rims, and a red Porche convertible with cream interior sitting right next to it. I tried straightening my hair and shirt. I feel horrible, but I know that I ain't shit when it comes to marriage. I'm a freak, and I like different flavors. 

Micah never satisfied me sex wise, but his money stayed long, and my kids and I wanted for nothing. He made for a great provider...only I can blame myself for our fucked relationship. A relationship that he doesn't even know is fucked up. He thinks everything is all to the good. Little does he know, his dad had him beat sex wise times ten. He can break bank, and back. I rang the door bell. I jumped back trippin' off myself. Why in the hell am I ringing the door bell? I thought. Then my daughter Olivia opened the door "Mommy why you ringing the door bell?" She asked in an innocent voice. She was missing one of her front teeth. Her hair sandy brown and long like mine. Skin just as bright as her fathers. Her eye's pierced my heart as she gazed into my eye's like she knew the truth about what happened. "Mommy come in. Why you just standin' there? Come on Mommy." She grabbed my hand tugging me towards her, but to no avail. "We got to help daddy. He bleedin' mommy." She kept tugging acting as if it was a game. Smiling and rushing me. If my husband was bleeding like she said then I'm in some deep shit forreal.  

"Mommy...say something?" I couldn't say anything. Her father stood before me with a screwed face. I wanted to piss on myself. I didn't think seeing him would make me feel so scared. It was worst then I imagined. On the left side of his cheek was a large gash. Blood trickled down a little. He held a white and bloody clothe in one hand with a glass of what looked to be Remy in the other.

"Olivia the doctor is here to fix my problem. The game is over we found her."

"Mommy's the doctor daddy?" Olivia jumped up and down excited. "Mommy's the doctor! Mommy's the doctor!" She continued to cheer grabbing my waist she hugged me.

"I love you mommy. You saved daddy." She stared up at me with that snaggle tooth grin I loved.

"Okay, Olivia me and mommy have to talk now. Go into your room, and be a good girl."

"Yes daddy!" She ran into her room. "Close your door baby." Micah yelled out to her. He focused his eye's on me. His stare was long and scary.

"Where's MJ?" I asked in defense mode. I was still sticking to my story until futher notice. Besides I really did want to know where my son was. 

"Don't you fucking worry about it you sleezy bitch....How could you do this after all I've done for you, huh?" He paced the floor back and forth like some lunatic. I remained calm. I figured one of us had to be level headed in this matter. I guess it had to be me. Different lies, and motives ran through my head. I've always been a good liar. My acting skills needed to be brushed up just a little, but other then that I was slicker then a snake.

"What the fuck did you just say to me? Why in the hell you bleeding? Where in the hell is my son?...have you lost your mind?" He stopped pacing the floor and just stared at me with his mouth dropped open like what I was saying was taboo.

"Woman you maxed out our whole joint account! Do you know I had to fuck a muthafucka up for slicing my tires! I'm crazy?! No, bitch you crazy! Where's the money Tamila!"

"Our account is empty?" Was all I could say. It felt like somebody took my birth rights away from me. I dropped to the floor confused. He didn't know about his father yet so that what a good thing. Still, when he finds out, and I know he will. That will be the topping on the cake.