You Made Me
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It had only been an hour since Headache had dropped Kevyn off at the airport before my pager began to blow up. My erotica began to moisten as I peered at the number display. In haste I reached for the telephone.
I couldn’t help but think about how this man touched me and filled my inner dwellings with his poisonous venom, as if he had known me forever. Hell, I had been married to Kevyn for three years and he couldn’t make me feel what I felt when Headache, better yet, Darren touched me.
Although everybody came to know Darren by his nickname Headache, I felt privileged to call him by his birth name. Ironically, the story behind his nickname fits him well. According to “Headache”, one his boys made the observation that when he thought about the outrageous shit that Darren allows to pass his lips, it gave him a headache. So his personality warranted the nickname “Headache” to be bestowed upon him. At first I didn’t get it, but after spending ten minutes in his presence, even I had a headache.
As I dialed his cell phone number, I couldn’t help but think about Tameika. Maybe my conscious was getting the better of me. I wanted to feel remorse, but I couldn’t. She knew that Headache was out there. Hell, she had caught him on numerous occasions with other women and still she remained by his side. I justified in my mind what I knew would happen upon his arrival, with “if it weren’t me it would be somebody else.” She was the fool for staying with a man that did not respect her or his marriage enough. So selfishly I thought about self.
I was abruptly interrupted by Headache’s temperate voice, “What up?” he asked.
“You have good timing. Man just took a nap.” I explained. Without hesitation,
“I’m on my way!” he responded as he hung up. I could tell by his actions that he was anxious to take his place within my internal passageway and I wanted him there.
Like a schoolgirl, I frantically awaited his silhouette on my porch as the bay windows illuminated enough light to capture his physique. I was embraced by my favorite Victoria’s Secret bra and panty set, but needed reinforcements in the form of body lotion…which fragrance was I feeling today? Pear Glaze appeared to be the fragrance of choice, as I rubbed its’ creamy composition over my 5 foot 4 inch tall, licorice-colored frame of enticement.
Ten minutes appeared to be a lifetime as I awaited my encore performance. It was about this time that I added the condiments of passion to enhance the mood. After strict search for my Ginuwine CD, I put it on low like a pot of beans, letting its aroma fill the room with sultry tones of subliminal passion.
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Have you ever said the wrong thing at the wrong time?
Shaun has. Now his ex-wife, Lashelle, is missing and his best friend, Headache, is in a coma. Everything over the past seventy-two hours has traversed from a sanity state to full-blown chaos, and Shaun is at the root of it all.
In his straightforward way, he composes a letter to Lashelle, explaining the sacrifices he had made during their marriage, including forsaking his illegitimate son. He closes his letter with hopes that Lashelle will one day get the opportunity to read it.
Three days have passed and Lashelle is still missing. Shaun is frantic. She calls Yolanda, Kevyn’s wife in an attempt to let someone know of her whereabouts while maintaining her secret from Shaun. After revealing the details of her argument with Shaun, she learns that Yolanda is having an affair with Kevyn’s best friend, Headache; a man correctly nicknamed.
Headache and Yolanda indulge in a “secret rendezvous” but are interrupted by a phone call from Tameika, Headache’s wife. Guilt-ridden, Yolanda gestures for Headache to stop, but he continues, erupting with an orgasmic residue as the condom broke.
Yolanda visits Shaun at the hospital, where he works, wanting to speak in private about what has happened, but not before a furious Lashelle reappears and catches them in a compromising situation.
Caught up in the moment, Shaun forgets about Lashelle’s disappearance, as he searches for an explanation for being behind a closed door with his friend’s wife. Yolanda reveals that she was raped by Headache and that she wants to press charges.
Headache has been gone for the majority of the day and has missed yet another opportunity to spend quality time with his wife Tameika and their son, Keshawn. Just as he returns home, he is summoned for a meeting with Shaun to discuss Yolanda’s plan.
Tameika, attempting to stress the importance of spending time with his family, becomes infuriated when Headache indicates that he is about to leave again. She asks for a divorce.
Headache doesn’t come home; Tameika assumes he is off on one of his usual excursions. However, she receives a visit from the Sheriff’s department. Headache is in critical condition, a victim of a vehicular rollover.
Emotionally torn, Tameika struggles with having to be supportive to a husband that she no longer loves. She calls upon his closest friends and family for support that she can no longer provide.
While at the hospital, Tameika learns from Headache that he has had an affair with her best friend, Yolanda. A fight ensues and friends choose sides, severing the close network that once existed.
The story ends with a twist as Shaun receives a letter from his illegitimate son. Bitter, his son dismisses the thought of a happy reunion between he and his father, exclaiming that Shaun need not be angered by his decision to not deal with him. He blames Shaun for making him the way that he is and vows not to be like his father, therefore repeating the vicious cycle that Shaun tried so hard to break.
About the Author
Eric Custard was born in After departing the military in 1999, he landed a job with Science Applications International Corporation (SAIC) as a computer help desk technician in Custard started writing and performing spoken-word poetry in Although he is currently serving our country as an Army Reservist in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom, he continues to fine tune his craft by attending creative writing seminars and working on his second novel, “When Small Things Change.”