Free Giving Him Something He Can Feel by Damenia Uvonda

release Alex. “CAINE STOP IT! Stop it, let him go, let me explain, please Caine, let him go now.” Caine was in a rage as he stood over Alex whooping his ass. I mean the nigga wasn’t Mike Tyson or anything, but he actually had some fight in him. I couldn’t believe it. Where was all that aggression at in the bedroom?”
    I ran to the phone to act like I was dialing 911 in an attempt to stop Caine from killing Alex. That would give Alex another chance to run and I mean haul ass. “Caine I’m calling the cops, STOP IT! You’re going to kill him. Just let him go.” Caine wasn’t paying attention to shit I was saying. After giving him a few more punches to the dome, Caine pulled out his dick and pissed on Alex before he got up to leave.
    “Get the fuck out my house nigga,” Caine ordered Alex. “Next time think before you come up in a nigga’s house to get your dick hard. You just might be fucking another man’s wife. Get the fuck up and out of my house now nigga,” Caine demanded. Alex slowly crawled out the front door, hurting, on his hands and knees. Caine fucked him up so badly the nigga couldn’t even walk out of the house. I was still scrambling to put my clothes back on.
    “Caine please calm down, baby I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you or your feelings. What can I do to make this right,” I pleaded franticly. I had to try and say something to state my case and to let him know how much I fucked up. However, Caine’s facial expressions were telling me, “Bitch you ain’t off the hook so shut the fuck up.”
    I never saw Caine in so much of a rage before. Maybe if he would’ve put all that rage into the bedroom we wouldn’t be in the predicament that we were in. Shit, I had to agree with Alex on that one and if the nigga ran for President, he’d have my fucking vote. However, as pissed off as I was, I couldn’t blame no one but my damn self. I had to face the fact that Caine was a good man and instead of my husband coming home to a hot cooked meal on the table, he walked in on his wife getting ready to be fucked by another man. So yeah, I already knew chances were that night wasn’t going to end so well.
    “Caine are you going to say something… Baby I’m sorry.” He turned to me and said, “Yeah, you right bitch, you are sorry,” Caine began saying. “After everything I did for you to live this good life. Gucci this, Prada that, Fendi and all that other shit. And for what Kandi?” I had to admit Caine was right, he did bail me out of some tight jams previously. Wasn’t that what a husband supposed to do for his lady? Caine turned into a dragon that kept spitting fire with his words.
    “For you to go out to impress and fuck another nigga?” Again, he had a valid point. I couldn’t even argue with him. Hell, to tell you the truth I was kind of afraid to make a move. He might whoop my ass just as bad as he did Alex and I couldn’t fault him if he did. He went on with his little rant. “Not only that but in our house? No, wonder lately you’ve been saying this and that about what I’m not doing. You don’t feel like I love you and I don’t show you and blah, blah, blah. Did it make you feel good to accuse me of some shit when you’re the one cheating, bitch? I can’t believe you Kandi. I gave you every-fucking-thing you ever wanted and more. And this how you fucking repay me? By cheating on me? With this singing ass wanna-be thug nigga.” Caine was outraged and his eyes were blood shot red. “Man, fuck you Kandi.” Caine began to walk towards the front door. “We’re fucking done. Now you can go ahead and chase behind that signing ass nigga because this marriage is fucking over.”
    I ran to the door to try and block it so Caine wouldn’t leave but as soon as he walked my way, I moved quicker than Pepe Le Pew chasing Penelope. Call me what you want, but I had just seen that nigga piss on Alex like R. Kelly. I am not a stupid hoe so yeah I just let his ass leave out.