Forever After All (The Bellamy Brothers Book 1)

by Riley Baxter

Sixty days after my life took a nosedive, I have been presenting myself in such a way where no one can see my thoughts, pick up on my pain, or utter any more sympathy pleas. It’s been exhausting, but I am living proof of what it looks like to fake it until you make it. Shit, I can possibly write a book on how you need to look in front of others when you want to fall apart every second of every day. Yet, I pull it together for everyone else because no one understands the piercing ache in my chest at the reminder of my love no longer breathing in this world. Then, there’s my daughter, our daughter, the person least understanding of my emotions because she’s too young to know or care that mommy is broken. She’s too young to understand the depth of her father’s absence. She is too young to experience the ramifications of someone else selfishly shattering her world. My God, I’m still waiting for you to numb me to this situation. When will you make me numb to this pain? When will you make me numb to this suffering? My God… make me numb.

This hit home for me 😢 💔

“What do you want, Caine?” Ma’s sharp retort stops me from thinking any more about the dysfunctional relationship between her and Pops. “I talked to Pops and—” “His ass will be fine. Now, did you call for another reason, or do I need to get back to making my dinner?” “Why are you doing him like this, Ma? You know he loves you and shit.” “First off, I’m not one of your little friends, so you can stop cussing like I am. You ain’t too old for me to bust your ass. Secondly, James and the two of us will be fine. I love his ass, but he’s in time out for now. Now, are we done?” “Yeah, we’re good. Love you, Ma. I’ll holla at you later.” “Love you more.” Pulling the phone from my ear, I breathe before exhaling and sitting back against my couch. At damn near thirty, I ain’t got time to do this back and forth with my parents like their asses are still in middle or high school. This shit is exhausting, and I can’t wait for the day they either come to their senses or leave each other alone. *zzz, zzz* Seeing my phone vibrating, I pick it up again to see Pops’ picture on the screen. Running my hand down my face, I blow air from my lungs before sliding the green button to answer his call. “Yeah.” “I need to make an appointment for some new ink, son.” “Oh, really? What are you trying to get?” “Nichelle’s face on my back.” Pulling the phone from my ear, I hit the red button to disconnect the call because I’m sick of this in-love ass nigga. Like, man, come on with this shit. Your ass is too...

Just hearing him speak on their mom "she’s toxic" and their daddy so far gone he don’t even recognize it💀 😂 😂 😂

“What?” “Ut unh. Don’t what me, heffa. What happened last night?” “Caine, you-you-shit, fuck me!” I scream hoarsely. *tap, tap* “Bounce that ass, my baby. Yeah, that’s it. Ride yo’ fucking dick.” *tap, tap* The smacks to my ass as I go up and down on his dick have me treat him like a mechanical bull as my arms raised high. “Jashae Laneeta Rodgers, what the hell are you doing?” Phylea shouts, causing me to snap back to the present as I stop moving slowly along the chair.

Dayyyuuummm 😜

“Girl, Caine has that ‘scratch a bitch’s eyes out for staring too long’ dick. The kind you give dap to once it finishes making you cry dick. The kind you look at sideways because the mothafucka is lying idly after breaking you off with multiple orgasms.” The uncontrollable shiver coursing through my veins happens when I see an image of Caine’s dick pop in my mind.

Biiihhh 💦 💦 💦

“You had me getting clowned by my employees and shit today,” Caine tells me once I answer his call. “Me? What did I do?” “According to Happy, I walked into the shop with a bounce in my step that isn’t how I normally come to work. Then, T-Body clowned my ass for the twinkle in my eyes when he asked me how my night was. I couldn’t tell them it was because I had an opportunity to dive into pussy nirvana following the best fucking date I’ve ever had.” “Pussy nirvana, Caine?” I chuckle. “Your pussy got me wanting to camp outside your front door to ensure I’m the only mothafucka with access to your ass. My ass spent the entire day smelling my lip because I thought for sure your juices had been sealed into my shit. Yo’ ass needs to give me my dignity back because the shit ain’t cool.” The giggles that escape my mouth surprise me, but this man can’t be serious right now. “Stop playing, Caine.” I giggle. “Ain’t nobody playing with your ass. I’m gonna marry you one day, Jashae.”

Jashae done came in and knocked Caine off his axle 😂. I’m here for it

“Excuse me.” I hear a feminine voice behind me as I stop walking and turn toward whoever requests my attention. “What’s up?” A woman with a low blonde fade is standing not far from me with her hand clutching a purse. Her ashen face and sunken eyes give me a slight pause, yet I don’t consider her a threat. She looks sick rather than intimidating, making me unsure of her purpose with me. “Word on the streets is you’re dating a woman named Jashae Rodgers. Is this true?” “Who wants to know?” I widen my stance before cupping my hands in front of me while watching her every move. “My name is Shante Wade, and I’m her daughter’s grandmother. You shouldn’t be dating Jashae or around my granddaughter. Let Jashae know I’m not pleased with the shit I’m hearing about her, and she will be seeing me soon.” With those final words, she turns and walks in the opposite direction, leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened.

This next level stalking cause this bih went MIA after her son died and ain’t looked back 😳. She’s gonna find what she’s looking for with Caine cause he’s coming strong behind Jashae and Amani.

“This smells and looks great. What is it, babe?” Caine asks. “Marry Me Chicken.” “Aw, hell nah. I don’t know if I can eat this because I ain’t about to be fighting with your ass to marry sis-in-law.” Nino cuts in before Caine or I can say anything, causing a burst of laughter from me. My poor daughter has no issues eating, as she already eats from the saucer of food I gave her. “Mm, Mama, eat, eat,” she says with her mouth full of food and the cream sauce on her lips. “Well, thanks for the boat of confidence, baby girl. Let’s pray over this food and dig in because Amani tells me it’s fire.” Caine bows his head before I follow suit, and he utters a prayer over our dinner. “Well, shit, do you have a sister? I need to find out if your skills are singular or if they run in the family.” Nino’s elevating voice sounds when Caine says Amen, and we all begin eating seconds after.

Nino is a whole fool 😂

*ding, dong* The doorbell sounds, causing Caine to stare at Nino, who laughs as Caine places his fork down on his plate. “I hope you ain’t on no bullshit,” he grumbles, looking at Nino before leaving the dining room without another word. “I’m beating your ass, Nino!” Caine yells. “I hope you’re ready to meet the parents, sis-in-law, because they had to come to see their son’s new situation for themselves,” Nino informs me with a sly smirk as I hear chatter increasing seconds before Caine enters with a man and woman. Oh my God, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

Nino play too much

“Seeing the shock on your face tells me that your man didn’t pass along my message.” Shante sneers with her lip curling, standing on my porch like I did something to receive this reaction from her. “My man? What are you talking about?” What does Caine have to do with Khardel’s mother or a message she gave to him? “Don’t play cute with me, missy. I know all about the fact that not only do you have a man, but your trifling ass also has him around my granddaughter.” “First, what I do with my life isn’t your concern. Secondly, where do you get off gracing my doorstep trying to check me after I haven’t seen your ass since your son’s funeral?” “Little girl, if it weren’t for my son, you wouldn’t even have a fucking doorstep. Therefore, I can grace this porch whenever I see fit, especially since my granddaughter lives here.” “That’s where you’re fucking wrong. Regardless of what you think, this is my fucking house, and it would serve you well to remember that. As far as your granddaughter is concerned, you can keep the same absence mindset you’ve been having. If you have this level of toxicity toward me, then she isn’t about to be spending time getting to know her long-lost relative.” “Listen to me, you little gold-digging bitch.” “What the fuck is going on here?” Caine’s booming voice sounds, causing Shante to jump and my eyes to stretch because I didn’t see him pull into the driveway or approach the porch. “What’s going on is none of your fucking business. I’m talking to the bi...

Bih ain’t showed no interest in her only grandchild, the only link to her son, but got the nerves to pop up and be disrespectful and throw her weight around like she’s the Queen Bih of the castle 🙄. Caine a fool talking about don’t make him call Blue "Blue so he can help you find a clue" 💀 😂 😂 😂

“Stop crying, Jashae. This shit ain’t on you. That woman wants to make your life hell because she can’t get what she believes is hers. However, if that nigga wanted her to have something, he would have taken the necessary steps to ensure she did. Don’t feel bad about what he didn’t feel obligated to provide for her. His responsibility was to you and the child you two created. That’s it. It was his momma’s responsibility to ensure her shit was together,” Caine says ten minutes after Ms. Shante leaves because I have been crying and communicating my guilt over the situation.

That part, cause she showed her hands, all she cares about is financial gain 🙄