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“She didn’t want anything to do with you.”
“Jerry!” Ms. Phyllis screeched then looked at me. “He’s lying, I swear.”
“Is he?”
“Yes, I wanted you! Why wouldn’t I? I did what I had to do to be here with you,” she cried.
Her tears were fucking with me bad. I hated to see her crying.
“She’s lying, son. She was too busy wanting to be a hoe than to?—”
WHAM!
My fist connected to his mouth sending him crashing into the dresser behind him. A mirror was sitting on top of it, so upon contact it fell and shattered all over the floor.
Dominique rushed into the room, followed by my pops’ hoes, and looked around before locking eyes with me.
“Fuck is going on?”
Ms. Phyllis was holding onto my arm, so I roughly snatched away from her and stormed out, grabbing my bag along the way. My cousin surfaced shortly after that with Ms. Phyllis on his tail.
“Javyous, please, let me explain,” she pleaded.
“You had ample amount of time to do that shit, but you didn’t so don’t try to fucking do that now. Let’s go, Dominique.”
“Please, Javyous.”
“Dominique,” I spat, ignoring her.
Finally he popped the locks to the door, so I snatched it opened and climbed inside. Once he got in, he started the car and backed out of the driveway. My mother stood in the driveway watching the car, crying, but I ain’t have no fucks to give. I needed her ass, a lot, and she basically brushed me the fuck off playing me like she was just my father’s girl.
“What happened, nigga?” Nique asked just as my phone vibrated.
PrettyOnPurpose: you can either come to my house now or I’m sending this video to anyone who would want it.
That was a message from Zoey’s looney ass. Clicking on the attachment, a video appeared and started to play. It was a video of Kehlani and I fucking at my old spot the night that I’d moved out. I knew I had heard some shit outside of the window, but I definitely didn’t expect for her to be watching and recording us.
I wanted to reply and tell her to do what the fuck she felt like she needed to do, but I couldn’t. I had way too many deals going on and I knew my girl wouldn’t be cool with it. It was a nice ass video too. Under different circumstances I would have sent the shit to Lani and told her let’s reenact the shit, but I was cold on her right now too.
“Run me to Zoey’s spot,” I finally said.
“Nigga, what?” Dominique frowned.
“You heard me.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think that’s the move. You tight right now.”
“Good fucking thing I don’t pay yo’ ass to think. Go.”
Sighing, he shook his head, but went in the direction of her crib. She didn’t stay too far from my pops, so it didn’t take us too long to get there. As soon as the car stopped, I hopped out and took quick steps to her door. I beat on the shit like I was the police until she pulled it open. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she tried to hug me, but I caught her arms and stepped inside, shutting the door behind me.
“Who the fuck you think you threatening?” I barked, backing her into the wall.
“I-I wa-wasn’t,” she stuttered. “I just—thank you for coming.”
Sucking my teeth, I stepped back, putting some space between us.
“What the fuck you keep blowing me up for? I’ve already told you what it was with us.”
