Samara cruised down I-10, blasting early 2000's R&B: "All you gotta do is say yes. Don't deny what you feel, let me undress you baby…" she sang along to the sultry vibe of Floetry crooning through her speakers. I can't wait to get home to my baby, Samara thought as she smiled and pictured Will's face.
"I can't believe he is all mine. That man, I love his dark chocolate mean ass" she said to herself dreamily, still smiling.
As she exited the highway and turned into their subdivision, Samara turned the music down before dialing Will to let him know she was about three minutes away. No answer,
"Damn it" Samara said to herself. Samara did not feel like carrying the groceries into the house that she had stopped to get to prepare dinner tonight. She was spoiled like that. Manual labor? No. Samara does no such thing, that was what she had a man for.
Pulling into the driveway next to Will's matte black BMW, Samara noticed all the lights inside their townhome were off. His old ass probably asleep, she thought as she put her matching BMW SUV in park and pressed the trunk button to open it. Before getting out, Samara quickly switched out her 4 inch Loubiton pumps for a pair of Jordans- no way she was risking scuffing up her beauties.
Samara grabbed all ten of the grocery bags from the trunk before making her way to the front door. As she twisted her key into the door and pushed it open slowly, she noticed candles flickering from the living room.
"Babe!" Samara called out. "Help me with these groceries" she added making her way down the long and stylish corridor leading to the kitchen.
No response. Samara made it to the kitchen island and placed all of the grocery bags on top. "Babe!" she called out again, this time slightly irritated that he would fall asleep with candles burning. That's how people die in house fires, she thought.
Samara began to ascend the staircase leading to the second level. Once she reached the top, she heard one of her favorite jams playing lightly from their bedroom- Jhene Aiko's P*$$y Fairy. She looked down to see items of Will's clothing strewn about, making a trail towards their bedroom door; Samara followed the trail, as she got closer, she could feel the moisture in her panties - he did this to her all the time.
"Oh baby, you want to play?" she asked out loud, in a seductive tone as she pushed open the bedroom door. Samara froze dead in her tracks at the scene before her.
In her bed. Their fucking bed. Erica was kissing Will's neck softly as she wrapped her arms around him tightly from behind.
" What the fuck?!" Samara yelled, jolting Will out of what appeared to be that deep after fucking sleep.
"Samara!" Will exclaimed, hopping up from their bed, ass naked, dick swinging. He then took a quick glance over at Erica , who was also naked and now laid back with a devilish grin spread across her face.
" Ba-baby...this is not what you think! I don't remember fucking her...I didn't fuck her" Will protested, his head feeling foggy as he quickly grabbed some boxers from his dresser drawer. He could see the fire in Samara's eyes and he knew that he had messed up big time.
Erica arose slowly from the bed. "We definitely fucked Will" she stated before sliding herself into Samara's house robe that lay near her side of the bed.
Samara saw red. "Is that my ---" she started as she leapt across the room towards Erica, landing a hard fist to the right side of Erica's face. BOP! Samara hit Erica so hard, she fell back into the ensuite door. Wrapping a handful of Erica''s goddess locs in her right hand she gripped tightly, and with her left fist she began punching Erica.
"Bitch-- I -- could -- fucking --kill-- you --in --my--fucking--house--in--my--shit--" Samara recited in between blows to Erica's head and face.
Samara played no games , she was a beast when it came to throwing hands. She had learned from her three big brothers while young. There wasn't a bitch in Louisville that Samara feared or wouldn't fight.
By now, Will was grabbing onto Samara, trying to break up the fight- well get Samara off of Erica before she killed her.
Plop! Plop! Plop! Samara punched at Will simultaneously while still grasping Erica's locs.
"Nigga you protecting this bitch now?"Samara screamed as she freed her hand from Erica's hair, now swinging viciously at Will, hitting him but doing little damage. Standing at 6'4, weighing 220 pounds, and chiseled body, he was solid like a football player. Will caught Samara's hands and pulled her close to him.
"Baby! Stop!" he commanded. Again, no need to yell, his baritone was always commanding. " Look, you have got to calm down...listen to me" Will continued.
Unknowingly putting Samara at a disadvantage, Will was caught off guard by the table lamp Erica had picked up and smashed into the back of Samara's head.
"Ahhh" Samara cried out in overwhelming pain, touching the blood that had begun to seep from the back of her head. "This bitch threw a lamp at me" Samara said, as she lost her balance and fell to the floor.
Before Will could get a hold of Erica, she charged towards Samara kicking her once in the back of her head.
"Yooo what the fuck!" Will yelled as he finally pinned Erica up against the wall. " You lucky I don't put my fucking hands on women" he said, spit flying from his mouth he was so pissed. Will slammed her against the wall once before releasing her. " Get the fuck out of my house! Now Erica!"
Erica's right eye was starting to turn black, she had several of her locs missing, blood stained her face, and even oozed from the corners of her mouth.
"You're choosing this pathetic bitch over me?" Erica asked, feelings more than hurt.
"I been chose her," Will stated calmly. "Now get the fuck out of my house".
Erica was in disbelief, she could not stop the tears from falling as she gathered her clothes and began to walk towards the door. She looked back at Will, who was now cradling an unconscious Samara and speaking to the 9-1-1 dispatcher. This is not over, she thought as she exited the townhome.
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Four days later…
Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep was the sound of the vitals machine in the hospital room.
What the hell is going on? Samara thought as she struggled to open her eyes. My head is banging.
Unbeknownst to Samara, she had been in a medically induced coma for the past four days, after having a slight brain bleed.
"Baby" she heard Will's voice. Samara could now feel his hand over hers and tears began to form within her closed eyes.
Erica did this to me, she thought. Erica slept with Will and put me in the hospital. Will cheated on me… he… tears were now flowing as she fluttered open her eyes to meet Will's face.
"How could you?" Samara asked in a hurtful tone.
" Baby, I swear to you. I did not sleep with her. I can't explain what happened, but trust me--"
Samara cut Will off. "Please go" She stated softly. " It's over. Get out of here, I don't ever want to see or hear from you again. I want you out of my life for good!"
Samara had been here before and she promised herself that she would never allow another man to lie, cheat and hurt her as much as her ex husband had done. She knew what Will was going to say before he said it. NO. She refused to be stupid for another man.
No matter how much she wanted to believe that he would never hurt her---her eyes wouldn't betray her like that, she knows what she saw. It'll forever be burned in her memory now.
Will stood there staring Samara down, trying to find the right words to say. But before he could say anything else, a short middle Eastern man entered the room.
" Ms. Porter, good you're awake" he said in a cheerful tone, before noticing a tension so thick in the room that he could have cut it with a knife. "Um, do you need me to come back later?" the doctor asked.
"No. "Samara answered quickly. " Could you please have this gentleman escorted out" she stated, nodding towards Will.
Knowing not to cause a scene, Will threw his hands up in defeat. "Okay, I'll leave." Will said. "But I love you Samara"
Samara turned away from him. " Don't come back" she stated coldly.
The doctor waited for Will to exit the room before continuing. " So, we had to put you in a medically induced coma to get rid of some of the bleeding and swelling in the brain. You do have a concussion, bruised ribs and a broken hand, but miraculously the baby is just fine" he explained.
Samara felt as if she had been hit with a ton of bricks. "Ba--by" she stammered, looking at the doctor as if he had just diagnosed her with stage IV cancer.