A/N: *screams* I am SUPER excited and inspired right now that I HAD to churn out another chapter for my Curly and Rhonda fiction. I would like to first and foremost thank Cesare the somnambulist for the fan artwork portraying Curly and Rhonda. I was TOO happy when I saw her work. I literally screamed, jumped, and showed the hubby who thought it was pretty cool to have my story come to life. So, thank you darling. You are such a doll and welcome to my sexy literary cult. *hands pinapple colada*

Also, in response to your concerns, I completely understand. The infamous Mary Sue is redundantly used throughout the fandom as well in other genres I have read. However, as many of my other kittens have caught on to, I am very unpredictable. My genres stays the same, however, I always have tricks up my sleeve love. The typical HA! Story with the OC just in to stir the mix- been there done that. I know how to get people interested and keep them interested and I completely intend to keep it that way. So, thank you for your review, concerns, and critique. I will consider all you have brought to the table and also, I must warn you, I only get wilder here on out so strap on that seat belt. (And keep the artwork coming kitten! Me loves artwork, especially of the 'sexy' variety. *cough*)

As to the rest of you lovely kittens, you know I love you and I am grateful for your support. Enjoy my dark, twisted fantasies.

Curly

Chapter theme song: 'Wicked Games' by: The Weekend

Bring your love baby…I can bring my shame

I watched her slide against me, her tight skin meshing together against my skin in a euphoric harmony that made my toes curl. She whipped her head back, her hair plastered against her damp skin, thick, dark hips rolling like a volcanic tsunami wave crushing against the rocks of my shore. I gripped her waist, feeling myself near as she bucked wildly against my pelvis, clutching herself when she screamed out my name. I kept my eyes closed, replying tonight's events much to my displeasure. I had dinner with Serena, her three brothers, and her father for the first time. They met me twice before but we never actually held a conversation until tonight over her father's acclaimed meatloaf and mashed potato cupcakes.

"Thaddeus, was it?" I nodded, taking a forkful of my string beans into my mouth, drowning their bitter taste down with a sip of my lemonade. "What made you decide to take up my invitation to dinner?"

I shrugged. "I figured it was right about time I met the folks of my girl. You know, to ease the awkward tension and get those unflattering first impressions out the way. Not a bad idea right, Daddy-o?"

His face grew stoic, he stopping in mid-ladle to raise a single brow. I gulped. "Don't address me with 'Daddy-o'. It's Sergeant Ellis."

"Curly did not mean for it to be offensive, pop." Serena quirked, smiling as she clenched my thigh underneath the table. She brushed a stray curl behind her ear, shooting me a side-glance. Tonight she dressed a bit more on the conservative side; a simple navy blue sundress with pearl earrings, a silver heart-shaped necklace, a yellow cardigan with white sandals. She wanted to make a good impression for her father to show how serious we were. "He has these eclectic names he likes to give people."

"Not in my house."

I gulped again, swallowing a huge wad that had been caught in my throat since I arrived. "Sorry, sir."

Her father returned to serving the gravy, her brothers giving sly smirks as they each passed around a dish. I felt my palms grow sweaty, my heart beginning to thud violently against my chest in anxiety. I began to rethink if accepting tonight's dinner invitation was the best idea. Serena and I had only been a couple for a little over a week now and as much as I did like her, I did not want to move too fast. I was still licking my wounds from my breakup with Rhonda and the last thing I wanted to do was become infatuated with another woman so quickly.

Apparently, once her father got word of our relationship he wanted to sit down and have a discussion with both me and Serena before we progressed any further. Her brothers found out through finding one of Serena's 'love bites' on her neck that we were intimate and informed their father that his pious daughter was not as pure as he would have liked to believe. I guess he figured we were just friends- friends that screwed around occasionally-but friends none-the-less.

"Curly?"

"It was a nickname given to me as a child. I had extremely curly hair as a baby and my mother thought it be neat to name me curly since I had a small fro going on."

"I see." He answered simply, picking up his fork to shovel in a slice of loaf. "I am a man that was taught direct execution was the best strategy for combat so I rather we skip the bullshit small talk and get right to it if that is alright with you."

"Pop!" Serena yelped, eyes bulging. She tried to smooth things over but her father wasn't having any of it. He just ignored her and said something in Patois; his washed over Jamaican accent flooding in full force. Serena grew defensive, barking out something in her own forgotten accent that I could not decipher. I just slouched in my chair, beginning to build a mashed potato fort with my beans and leftover corn.

"Thaddeus." He called my attention. "What are your intentions with my daughter?"

"Uhm…" I swallowed, feeling my knees grow numb. Her three brothers all had their harsh gazes entranced upon me, waiting for my answer. "I really like your daughter and…"

"I really enjoy the taste of cheesecake but I don't intend on marrying the damn thing." Her brother, Ryan, burst. He slammed his fists on the table, clearly over the dinner and over the entire masquerade. "Pop, can we escort this guy out now?"

"De hell?" Serena stood angrily, fuming. "Where have your manners disappeared to?"

Her father just sat at the head of his table, king of his metaphoric castle, sipping his wine as he watched his two youngest children go at a war of words. He turned to meet his gaze with mine. I fumbled with my fork, feeling awkward and out of place in his home. I knew this dinner would not be easy but I did not expect for things to get hectic ten minutes into the damn thing.

"Thaddeus, excuse my son. He has a hard time controlling his temper."

"Fair enough."

"You have yet to answer my question. What are your intentions with Serena?"

I paused, finding the right words to say. I did not want to lie to the man on the take token, I did not want to hive a false security to Serena or her family. I heaved a heavy sigh, fighting my gut feeling to say what he may have wanted to hear. "To be honest sir, I really like your daughter and I would like to see where we can go from here but I don't know exactly where that would be just yet."

"Oh?" his interest was piqued, he raising his chalice again to take a sip. Serena had her eyes now glued on me as her brother politely excused himself. "And why is that?"

I grew quiet, trying to word what I was going to say to make myself seem less of a condescending asshole. "I am still in love with my ex."

There was a veil of silence. "Rhonda, was it?" I looked up from my messed-over plate, a little surprised he knew her name. I nodded. He sighed. "My daughter has told me all about your relationship with Ms. Lloyd. To be frank here, speaking man to man, I understand initially things between you and my daughter were more…free before feelings got involved."

"Mr. Ellis…"

"Sergeant Ellis." He interrupted.

"Sergeant Ellis, I don't know how or when feelings became mutual for me and Serena, but I assure you I don't plan on hurting your daughter…at least intentionally."

"Are you seeking a committed relationship with Serena?"

I briskly nodded, damn near giving myself a headache. I watched in the corner of my eye as Serena smiled. "I would hope it could get to that point if it all panned out that way."

He grew motionless, his head nodding gently before he took another sip of his wine in silence. His eyes darted back to mine, cold and lifeless that sent chills down my spine. I felt myself flinch slightly but was unable to fully catch myself. The corner of his mouth curled maliciously, his intent becoming known. "That was what I was afraid of."

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Thaddeus, one thing I can respect about your ex is that her parents bred a proper young lady that knows what to look for in a potential husband." He paused, glaring at Serena. "Clearly I failed in that department and that has brought me to you sitting in my dining room like we are in an episode of a family comedy."

"I don't think I am following."

His brows furrowed together, his voice growing in depth when he spoke. The two remaining brothers simultaneously removed themselves and their virgin dishes into the kitchen. "To say this in a more…polite fashion, I don't condone interracial relationships."

That was unexpected. I heard Serena yell out something before throwing her water glass at the surrounding wall, almost hitting her older brother. The entered their own screaming match as I tried so desperately to wrap my head around everything that was happening. Serena had warned me that her father was a bit tough on all the guys she had ever brought home but she never mentioned her father was an undercover racist and that I was the first guy she introduced to her father that was lighter than a paper bag. "Come again?"

"I don't condone interracial relationships." He repeated matter-of-factly. "I rather see my daughter with her own kind than a white boy."

"I'm not white." I spat back with venom, clearly irritated. This just had to be my luck. First I was tossed out of Rhonda's home for being 'unexceptional' and now I am being berated for not being a Black man. Nice, Curly, nice. "I'm Armenian."

"Either way, you aren't African, preferably Jamaican life the rest of our lineage, so you do not fit the bill of what I would consider…suitable for my daughter." He brought his drink back towards his pompous lips, sipping with a smug expression that made me want to explode. "I did not say much when you two were just fooling around but now that it has grown serious, I felt the need to say something."

I turned to Serena, my anger now redirected. "You knew about this?"

"I felt if Pop saw how great of a guy you were, he would change his mind." She pleaded, gripping my shaky hands for dear life as she knelt before me. Why did this scene look vaguely familiar? "I did not think he would do this."

"You should have warned the poor boy, Serena. You are practically wasting my time."

"I see."

"Curly." She placed her hand against my cheek, turning to face me. "Please, look at me. Talk to me."

"I don't have much to say right now." I spoke flatly, removing myself from my chair to grab my jacket. "I see I am, yet again, not wanted and that's fine. Maybe this is for the best."

"Thaddeus!" Serena yelled out, following me. "Please, don't go. Can we please talk?"

"Let the boy leave, Serena." Her father called from the kitchen. He removed a Cuban cigar from a wooden case from a cupboard above the kitchen sink, lighting it with a match he had lit from the stove. "He is right, this is for the best."

"For who, pop?" She barked back, getting emotional. "God, I thought you let it go when Xavier brought home that Hispanic girl he wanted to marry."

"And you see how that turned out?" he took a hit from his cigar, blowing a thick, grey cloud against the dimly lit shadows of the lights. "He has a bastard mulatto baby and a wife that moved back to Columbia that keeps his son away from him. Nothing ever good comes out of dating against your own kind."

"That's not true!" Serena combated with full-force. Small tears began to weld in the corners of her eyes, the sound of her heart shattering in the cracks of her voice. "Thaddeus is good to me, pop, and I want you to respect our relationship."

"No can do, Serena. I invited him over for dinner because you had asked me to but seeing him against our family only infuriates me. What happened to that Jamaican boy down the street that tried to court you?"

"He has a fiancée, pop!"

He shrugged, smoking his cigar. "It seems to me you are already used to being the other woman so what else would be different if you were to suddenly jump ship with him?"

I heard enough. I thanked Serena and her family for their 'hospitality' and headed towards my car. I fumbled with my keys, trying my best to ebb my anger. I knew that if I showed my real emotions I would have the police called on me within an instant so I decided against it and thought it be best just to head home. I could barely get into my car without Serena gripping my jacket sleeve, tugging me towards her to embrace me in a kiss. I pulled away.

"Serena…"

"I'm so sorry, Curly." She kissed me again. "This was not how I pictured tonight ending."

I opened my car door, pushing her aside to get in and slam it shut. I jabbed my keys into the ignition, almost breaking the starter, to rev up my engine. Serena banged against my window, yelling for me to roll it down. "Curly, please don't leave like this."

"Serena, I really have to get out of here. If I stay another minute, I'm going to do something I'll regret and the last thing I want to do is hurt you."

"But Curly, please!" she begged. "My father…he…he'll come around. Besides, I love you. I don't need him to love you because all that matters is that I love you."

I clenched my eyes shut, slamming my fists on the car horn. "Get the fuck away from me right now, Serena!"I yelled, my temper getting the best of me. "I swear I will literally strangle you with my bare hands if you don't get the hell away from me and let me go."

She grew quiet, silent tears beginning to pelt her angelic face; mascara running as she sniffled lightly. Her grip against my door handle loosened, but only momentarily before she raced around the front of my car to hop in on the passenger side. She slammed the door shut behind her, glaring at me with tear-stained eyes and flushed cheeks. Pulling her hair aside, she leaned forward towards me and told me to go ahead and do as I wished; whatever would make me calm down. I looked at her, hatred and anger coursing through my veins, before putting my car in drive to head towards the freeway. She slammed back against her seat, clutching onto the dashboard for balance as my speed neared ninety.

We found ourselves in some abandoned hospital parking lot ten miles south from her home. I called a buddy of mine that worked within the area to meet me to buy some Mary Jane- something I hadn't had since high-school when all the 'cool' kids were doing it. Ever since I started college, I stopped doing the stuff in fear of losing my scholarships and tuition waivers through my job. They conducted arbitrary drug testing from time to time and if a student failed, their financial support suddenly would disappear as well as a guaranteed job for the semester. At first I found myself on pain killers and meds like Adderall but that counterbalanced with my bi-polar meds and that one trip the emergency room from a reaction from mixing the two was enough to steer me clear from prescription medication.

My buddy's product was laced with powered Molly and was given nothing but praise from the people I knew who fucked with him. He came in ten flat as promised, giving me an ounce for a cool fifty. Serena remained quiet throughout the whole process but helped me roll up two joints, one for me and one for her. Between getting over Rhonda and, now, Serena's family bullshit, I needed a good stress reliever a simple run in the sheets couldn't fix alone. It was bad enough that throughout the entire dinner at Serena's place, if I was not being attacked, I was thinking about Rhonda and her debutante ball. Tonight was her big party and with it being the only thing our friends talked about all day, it was hard for me to forget it.

All I could think about as I felt myself become uplifted from my estranged body was the first time Rhonda and I got high. It just so happened to be the night I lost my virginity to Rhonda, but she was to never know that. Rhonda was experienced and created a name for herself through her artistic oral skills and lack of a gag-reflex. I didn't want her to know I was a novice, but it ultimately turned out well in my favor. Watching those adult flicks in my spare time really helped me harness the skills I never knew I owned.

Serena plugged in her music player, flipping to some mellowed, bass-filled rhythmic beat as she let back my seat. I took a long…long…hit of my makeshift cigarette, blowing a cloud of smoke against my roof to hotbox the place. I watched her remove that ugly ass sundress and rip off her g-string, unbuckling my pants to grip my hardened wood. She straddled me, doing a miraculous Chinese split over my gearshift to spread her legs eagle. She began to rock her hips, grinding roughly to the tempo placed before her. I kept my vision blurred, her shadow merging into the night to dance with my imagination.

I heard her whisper something in my ear, those wet sounds of skin against skin reverberating against the sudden scheduled light rain. I kissed her, inhaling her scent; gripping her hair, pulling her braid in all my sadistic glory. She screamed in pleasure, our lovemaking growing even more uninhibited. I needed to stop doing this to myself.

She smelled of vanilla and cashmere. She smelled of Rhonda. The tears slowly began to fall.

I got my heart right here…I got my scars right here…