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Be Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 3)

Author Notes: It’s Halloween season and I wanted to bring a spooky but cautionary tale of wanting something so bad that it could cost you everything. These chapters will be pretty long since I want to wrap up the story by Halloween so I hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 4,300 +

Warning: Curse words, and Slight Smut

Chapters: (1)(2)

“Don’t stop baby,” I begged with the feeling of Yahya hardness inside me. Driving deeper and deeper with every stroke was drawing me closer to my climax.

“I love you,” he breathed into my ear before heading down and swirling his tongue around my nipple.

“Oh God, I lo.. love you too,” I stuttered while digging my nails into his back.

With him going rougher, I couldn’t bear it anymore as I pressed my eyes shut as I dissolved in pleasure.

“Shit, baby, I’m cumming... baby,” I cry as my body jerked not realizing he was cumming as well. As we both return to reality, we tenderly kissed each other while out of breath.

“Damn, I will never leave you again,” Yahya murmured as he caresses my face.

“You better not,” I beamed as I brushed his hair.

Something caught my eye by the entrance to my bedroom. I turned my head towards the bedroom door and spotted someone drifting by.

“Yahya,” I shrieked which provoked him to jump up and look in the area by the door.

“What?”

“I think someone is in the house. Somebody crossed in front of the door.”

Yahya got out of bed and put on his pants. “Stay here,” he ordered as he left the bedroom to examine the house. I went to grab my robe out of the bathroom and sat back down on the bed. It seemed like forever has passed when he has merely gone for about 2 minutes. “Yahya,” I wailed due to being terrified, and he hasn’t returned yet. “Yahya,” I screamed again when he came back to the room. I ran out of the bed to dash over into his arms where I felt protected.

“I found no one, and you locked everything. Are you positive you saw someone? Maybe it was one of our shadows.”

“It looked like a person but,” I hesitate because I doubt myself. “I don’t know, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” Part of me thinks if this connects to the potion but Genecia disclosed nothing about spirits. I’m not even for certain why I continue seeing Shaunee’s deceased friend. Am I having hallucinations? Maybe I need to see a specialist.

He holds me tighter and adds, “Well, why don’t I stay the night so you will be safe and we can replay our earlier activities.”

“I would prefer that and you are nasty,” I giggle as I patted his chest, “but first, I need a shower and we need to have a serious talk.”

“We can manage both, let’s go” while he pulls me to the bathroom.

After we both showered, we have dinner while we discussed our future together. Yahya assures me he only wants to be with me and that he cares for me. He discusses how he will be there for his child and will set up an arrangement with Traci. We admitted that we both want a relationship but I don’t know how to feel... I’m excited for us but feel deceitful at the same time. I demand to be happy but do I crave it at the cost of punishing someone else? And how I will explain this to my friends and family, especially Zarela since I’m positive she knows what I achieved? But just seeing him here with me is helping me fill the void that has been nonexistent for too damn long.

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“Are you trying to overshadow the queen tonight? All eyes need to be on me, don’t neglect that bish,” Shaunee jokes as we are shopping for outfits for her birthday dinner tonight.

“Of course not, your highness,” I responding laughing while holding up a charming peach dress. “What are the colors again?”

Shaunee takes the dress from my hands and sticks it back on the rack. “Absolutely not that; you know I mentioned it’s an all-black party so don’t try it. I will kick people out that don’t follow orders.”

“Even your best friend?” With me expressing the finest sad puppy dog face.

“No doubt about it,” Shaunee counters with a wink and a smile.

“That’s cold,” I declare while checking out a black blouse. Shaunee shifts and gives me an exasperated glance and roll her eyes.

“Cold, no, what’s cold is how I didn’t hear from you after we left my place earlier this week. If you were pissed off at me, all you had to do was let me know. I even called Zarela to see if she had any contact with you and to my surprise, she hasn’t either.”

Learning she was a little upset by my actions, I immediately apologize.

“I’m sorry and I shouldn’t have left you hanging like that. There have been no more incidents at my home and Officer Green has made a few stops throughout the week to check on me. And... I have been catching up with an old friend.”

“Old friend?” Shaunee asked now perplexed to who it can be. “Have I met your friend before?”

I pick up another dress snickering because I already know what’s coming next.

“Yes, and my companion is coming to your birthday dinner tonight. Do you like this dress? I don’t know about the back.”

Shaunee waves her hands and shaking her head with disapproval. “Hold up, who is this friend? She can’t be included in our circle without me and Zarela’s blessing. And who declared that I invited her?”

“First, it’s he, not she, and I determined it would be wonderful if we all catch up with each other. What’s a better place than tonight at your birthday dinner?”

“Oh,” Shaunee mentions surprised. “So your plus one is a he? And we have met before? This should be entertaining.”

“Yep, it will be, but now, let’s focus on me right now with seeking to find a sexy dress.”

“How about this?” Shaunee chuckles as she hands me a hideous flower dress.

“You truly demand no one to upstage you, huh?” I proposed as we both laugh traveling to the next aisle.

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I was adding the finishing touch to my look with applying a little highlighter above my cheeks, collecting a few breaths to aid with my nerves. I already knew Shaunee and Zarela would freak seeing me with Yahya so mentally, I had to prepare myself with all the questioning and judgments. “No BS tonight, just have a great time,” I tell to myself as I check myself out in the mirror one last time. I fluffed out some of my curls when I detected a black shadow in the reflection of my mirror, standing at the entrance of my bedroom door. I spun around but nobody was there. “Am I tripping again?” “Hello,” I yelled as I dreaded stepping towards the door. The power abruptly cut off as I stand in the darkness of my home.

“What the hell?” I exclaim as I rush towards my kitchen, terrorized out of my mind. I searched in the drawers and was comforted when I discovered my flashlight. I turn it on as I raced towards my living room, frightened that someone was in my home. “I will call the police,” I yell as I snatch my phone from the coffee table desperately struggling to unlock my phone. Just as I was about to press “9”, my flashlight caught something swiftly shift to the corner of the living room. I walked towards the shadow as I noticed it was an individual by the light reflection on their boots. I raised the flashlight due to my curiosity and halted when I saw their shirt saturated with blood. When I saw the stab wounds on her chest, I knew specifically who it was and prayed to God to grant me courage.

“Remy, why are you here? What do you want? Let me help you,” I bravely state as I lifted the light towards her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was weeping. I took two steps forward to console her but my flashlight flickered and later, cut off. I peeked down and beat the flashlight onto the palm of my other hand to get it to come back on. The trick worked but my body froze as Remy and I were face to face. She gripped my the sides of my head and screamed. Petrified, I dropped the flashlight, screamed and hit her so she can let me go but it only caused her grip to tighten as I felt her nails deeply scratch my scalp.

“Stop... someone, help me,” I howled as I struggled to get away from her but I couldn’t escape. She dragged me back towards her face and screamed again as our eyes established contact. Her spirit passed into my body as I had vivid images of her existence. It seemed like I was experiencing her moments of life, learning everything from the good to the bad, until all slowed down and I teleported to a swamp.

Not being capable to figure out if I was hallucinating or not, I roamed around until I arrived at an enormous Willow tree with a man kneeling down, lingering over a woman laying down. As I reached the individuals, I realized it was Remy. She was staring straight at me with an expression of appealing for comfort and accepting. The man had his back towards me with his hoodie blanketing his face. I leaned down to reach for her but the man lifted his arm revealing a knife in his hand. Comprehending what’s going on, I cried “No”, but he stabbed Remy repeatedly. Dread surged through my soul as I turned to run with the tree branch catching my feet causing me to fall. In agony, I shift around and see the man standing over me.

“Please, please... don’t do this, please,” I begged and wept, observing the blood dripping from the knife still unable to see his face. I turn my head and glance over at Remy, seeing her battle to survive. “He will kill you,” she warns before taking her final breath as her spirit radiated towards the sky. Tears stream down my face as I shift to face my killer. He gawks at me for a few moments before withdrawing his hood revealing who he is. “No... no, it can’t be... please, I’m sorry... I’m so sorry,” I plead as he raises the knife and thus rapidly lower it towards my chest as everything goes black.

“NO,” I screamed sitting up from my living room floor. My heart is pounding, my chest aches, and it appears like I can’t breathe. The lights were back on in my home and I searched around to determine if anyone was here. I glared down at my chest to check for any wounds or blood but it‘s only a large bruise. “What happened?” I investigated in my dazed state of mind as I got up from the floor. As soon as I was on my feet, I felt lightheaded and intense pains on the sides on my head. I lay on the couch to calm myself down and to recollect the events of what took place. “What’s going on? Am I losing my mind? This has to be another hallucination due to my stress. Is Remy a ghost?” I sought to show reasons for my psychological state but silenced by the doorbell.

“Who is it?” I requested when I appeared at my front door still feeling apprehensive about Remy.

“It’s me,”

I opened the door to welcome him in and Yahya smiled vanished when he noticed the condition I was in.

“Are you okay? What happened to your chest?” He saw my bruise as he came in for a hug.

“Ah, I don’t know... clumsy I suppose,” I lie because I didn’t wish to disclose the situation and proving not to sound crazy.

“You sure? Do I need to deal with someone? I don’t play that shit,” he declares as his attitude turns serious.

“I’m fine, just had a bad dream and stumbled out the bed. I guess I struck my chest on the way down. I need to add a little foundation on top of it so I won’t keep getting asked about it all night.”

Yahya stares at me for a minute but accepts my reason with reaching down for a peck on my lips.

“I already missed you,” he states grinning.

“It’s hardly been a day,“ I snort as I head towards my bedroom. “Let me cover this up and then we can head out.”

“Are you sure your friends will be okay with this? I haven’t spoken to them in a while so I know they will give me Hell when they see us.”

“They have no choice and besides, it you and me against the world right?” I jokingly demand.

“Oh, did your electricity go out? You left the flashlight on the floor,” he asks as he reached to pick up the flashlight from the floor and turn it off.

“Yeah, but not for long. Do you mind putting it in the far left drawer in the kitchen for me? Let me hurry so we won’t be late,” I respond seeking to finish the discussion before it commences. Watching him hold the flashlight had me second guessing myself about this whole situation.

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Walking into 14 Parishes restaurant had my stomach growling with the smells of jerk chicken, oxtails, and sweet plantain in the air. We took a seat next to another couple that was there and enjoyed the live reggae band. “I think we are early,” I whispered to Yahya as the waiter took our drink order. Reveling in the environment and having a small talk with the other guest, I was amazed to observe Zarela arrive on time since she is the last one to show up at every event we attend. I was nervous about how she would react seeing me and Yahya together as she skimmed over to us. My mood sank as I caught her grimace and shake her head in disappointment. Completely avoiding us, Zarela seated on the opposite end from us chatting to other people.

I tapped Yahya shoulder, “Excuse me for a minute, I will be right back.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just going to talk to Zarela,” I pointed out as I set up from the table.

“Okay, I think I will speak to her later on... she looks pissed.”

“You detected that too,” I smirk as I move down to kiss him on the cheek.

I strolled over to Zarela while she is still ignoring me.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to be rude but can I talk to Z for a second?”

“Sure, I need to catch up with other folks anyway,” the young lady nicely expressed as she pulled up from her chair and offered it to me.

Zarela was avoiding all eye contact with me as she savored on her rum punch. “Z, you going to act like I’m not sitting here?”

“Oh, now you choose to talk?” Zarela snapped back. “By the way you have been acting lately, I thought differently.

“Come on girl, I have been going through a lot...”

“And I presume you desired my sister to help you instead of your best friend? I guess it worked since his ass is sitting down there like a puppet. You fucked up and you don’t even understand it yet.”

“Shh,” as I placed my finger over my lips so she would get the point. “I will talk to you about this later.”

“You know, I didn’t expect this from you. It’s insane when people present you their true colors. My sister was right, desperate people will do desperate things.”

“What is that supposed to mean? I realize I have been a bad friend lately but I promise to do better. And... what did your sister tell you?” I interrogated.

“Everything and it’s fucked up how you ruined his life. I can’t believe you did that K. Did you even consider the consequences? What about Traci? You only care about yourself.”

“I didn’t ruin his life,” I roughly shouted. “Look, I don’t even know for certain how much of the potion worked. You act like we didn’t have a history.”

“Bullshit, Khalil... nobody changes like that overnight...”

I cut our argument short due to the entrance of Shaunee.

“Happy Birthday,” everyone squealed as she paused to pose for pictures and greeted her guest.

“Does Shaunee know?” Zarela questions as Shaunee passes her way towards us.

“No, but please...”

“It’s not my place to reveal anything. I will leave that for you to do,” Zarela responded coldly but reversed her attitude when Shaunee comes to us.

“Sisters, I’m glad you all made it out to help celebrate with me. You like?” Shaunee proposed to both of us about her all-white outfit. She was beautiful and yet look like she is 18 when in reality, she was turning 38 years old.

“Beautiful sis,” I spoke smiling.

“You came to slay my life tonight,” Zarela giggles as she snaps her fingers.

“Y’all okay? It sounded like you all were arguing. What’s up with that?” Shaunee requested.

“Just a little fuss but it’s all good now you are here,” I answer working to improve the scene.

“We good,” Zarela utters but I can see she was about to be messy. “Oh, Khalil, before I forget, let me go over to say hello to Yahya. Don’t want to be rude towards your date.” Suddenly, she strides over towards Yahya direction.

Shaunee hits me an unsettled look while her mouth drops open. She turns and takes a peek of Yahya before shooting her glare back to me.

“What is Yahya doing here?

“He is my plus one.”

“WHAT?” Shaunee covers her mouth as she is for a loss of words.

“We have reconciled, and I have been keeping it a secret for right now. I didn’t tell you or Zarela because I’m afraid of what you all would assume.” I confided not knowing how her reception would be.

“What about Traci? I assumed...”

“They ended the engagement. He will be in their child’s life but they are done.”

“Oh” is all that Shaunee could express.

“Look, it’s your day, and it’s not about me right now so let’s celebrate you hitting that big 5-0.”

“The Devil is a lie,” Shaunee pronounced than we both laugh as we hugged each other. “We still need to talk but let me say if you are happy, I am happy for you.”

“Thank you, now go sit your butt at the head of the table and let’s grub. It’s your time, queen.”

We both head back to our tables as I went over by Zarela and Yahya.

“Hey you two, playing nice with each other?”

Zarela and Yahya would regularly have a playful batter with each other when we were previously together. They would crack jokes, debate over something dumb, and prank each other like they were brother and sister.

“We were catching up, but she is still as crazy as ever,” Yahya laughs.

“Whatever,” Zarela grins while pinching him on his arm.

“Some things never change,” I say realizing how I missed their playful interactions.

“Let me go to my seat but it was nice seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger,” Zarela voice to Yahya as she heads back to her spot. As she moves by me, she whispers in my ear, “You need to end this, NOW,” as she proceeds on to her chair. I take my seat pondering on what she spoke and deep down knowing she was right... but how?

“Thanks for the invite, I am having a great time and I heard the food was amazing,” he tells me as he reads over the menu.

“I’m glad you are having a wonderful time.

The rest of the night was marvelous with good food and company. Shaunee seemed to enjoy herself with her getting a little tipsy with a few coconut mojitos. She even danced with Yahya as we roared at her trying to do every popular dance that’s out there but failing horribly. We didn’t care with us screaming, “Go Shaunee, Go Shaunee,” with every move she busted. The night was coming to end with everyone saying their goodbyes and Zarela and I helping Shaunee into Z’s car as she volunteered to be her designated driver. I was fastening Shaunee’s seatbelt when she reached over to grab my hand, “I’m so happy that you and Yahya are back together. I haven’t seen you so happy in a long time. Hopefully this time it will last forever.”

Zarela sighed and rolled her eyes, “Let’s get you home baby girl.”

I closed the passenger door while waving goodbye one more time and walked over to the driver side where Zarela was getting in to start the car.

“Wait,” I appeal and capture the door before she closed it. “What do I need to do in order for you to forgive me?”

Zarela spitefully laughs and responds, “How can you ask for forgiveness when you haven’t forgiven yourself? We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you would have done that after Yahya left you.”

“Z, you don’t understand. It broke me... the love of my life left me and I couldn’t move on. It’s like you don’t know how it feels to experience heartbreak and I was suffering.” I declare while wiping my tears from my face.

“You right, it has never broken me but you know what? There are people all over this world that are damaged. I’m sure many of individuals right now are dealing with the end of a relationship as their heart is being ripped out of their chest. But what makes them different from you? They move the fuck on and don’t do foolish shit as you did. Don’t you comprehend how many people’s lives you put in danger? You don’t think sometimes Khalil and that’s scary,” Zarela now visibly annoyed but trying not to make a scene.

“What do you mean people I put in danger? It was just a potion, Zarela. You act like I murdered someone,” I cry.

“What are y’all yelling about?” Shaunee asks as she drifts back and forth from sleepiness.

Zarela clearly annoyed at point states, “Enjoy your life, Khalil. I am not going to be that person to tell you, “I told you so” once shit starts going downhill. Please close my door so I can take Shaunee home.”

“What the fuck is your problem? What I do in my life doesn’t concern you so why are you so pressed? You know what, forget his shit. Goodnight Z,” I yell as I slam her door.

Zarela rolls down the window and calls out, “Bitch, don’t be slamming my door. You must want another problem on your hands.” She drives off while I flip her off with her returning it back.

“Whoa, is this a bad time or?” Yahya asks, reaching for me from behind wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I need to tell you something. I’m confident you will hate me after this.”

He grips my hips to spin me around so I am facing him. “I will not hate you, I never have.”

“Are you sure about that? Because I believe at one point you did.”

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(Reflection of the past)

“He doesn’t understand or care how I feel,” I complain to Xavion about my earlier confrontation with Yahya.

“You know he can be stubborn but don’t sweat it. He will come around,” Xavion conveys as he takes another sample of his Hennesy.

Shaunee and Zarela magnificently decorated and hosted our party which was held at one of Shaunee manager’s vacation home in the Garden District. Many of our dearest friends and family came to wish us prosperity for our upcoming marriage but I wasn’t in the mood. Zarela and Shaunee would continually advise me to smile due to my aurora rubbing off on our guest. I‘m drained of the fakeness so I slipped off into one bedroom where Xavion was hiding as well. Surprised that he wasn’t intermingling with Yahya, he mentioned that he needed a smoke break so he came up here to use the balcony. I asked if he could keep me company for a minute just so I can talk to someone that didn’t have a biased opinion on how what I’m going through. After a few glasses of Hennessy, I was open like a book.

“But what if he’s like that during our marriage? We need to be in this together, not just him making all the decision.” I explain in my drunken rant.

“Well, since you mentioned you, all would talk tonight, just inform him what you told me. He is crazy about you and hey, happy wife, happy life, right?” He chuckles as he gives me a flirtatious nudge.

I peer into his woozy eyes and thanked him for listening. “Thank you, Xavion. You always know the right thing to say.” I reached up and held his cheek. He reached up to place his hand over my hand to graze it. We both remained there and gawked at each other in an intoxicated gaze for a few minutes. Without warning, he dropped down and kissed me on my lips. I don’t know why I didn’t stop him and I don’t know why I kissed him back but on this occasion, I was caught up with just someone understanding me. He reached down to pull me closer into his embrace as I tasted the liquor from his tongue. Everything changed at that moment as the door opened revealing Yahya standing there grieving the loss of his fiance and his best friend.

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(Present Day)

“I never despised you. Hurt, yes... disappointed, for sure... pissed, hell yes, but never hate,” he acknowledged as he kissed my bottom lip.

“You don’t have to lie, Yahya.” I pull away from his kiss and take a couple of steps back. “And you may start to after I inform you what I did.”

He walks up and kisses me again. “Whatever it is, just know I will always love you. I never stopped loving you. Even after what happened, I tried to hate you but...,” he halts as he leans his forehead onto mine. “I can’t Khalil, I can’t stop loving you.”

I grin and choose not to reveal my confession at this time. “Let’s go home,” I suggest as I drag him towards his car.

“I love the sound of that... home, as in our home?” he proposes standing by to see my reaction.

“Yes... our home.”

To be continued..........

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