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The rest of my family had already walked off, so I would just meet up with them. I stood outside of the restrooms, with my hands in my pockets, waiting for Dionne to come back.
As I was posted up, a group of women could be heard laughing, as they made their way through the rest of the crowd. I looked over, seeing that it was Renee, and she was with herhomegirls. I quickly tried to look away, but our eyes had already locked, and I read her lips, seeing where she told her girls to wait up for her because she was going to come and speak to me. All I could think about was all the reassurance that I had been giving to Dionne, telling her that she didn’t have to worry about Renee, so the plan was to make this shit quick, so that Dionne didn’t see her when she came out of the restroom.
“I been calling you,” was the first thing that she said when she made it to me.
“And you know why I haven’t been answering. Watch out. Go back over there with your girls,” I responded, and she sucked her teeth.
“Tank don’t be like this. You know I didn’t mean any of that shit that I said. I said it out of anger, and to hurt you. Who are you here with? I’ll leave my girls and go back with you. Let me make it up to you,” she bribed, and just as I was moving myself from against the wall, so that I could walk away, Dionne walked out of the restroom, and because I was standing right outside of it, the second she walked out, her head tuned, looked at me, and Renee, and that plain look that she had on her face, was quickly replaced by one of annoyance.
I pulled Dionne by her arm, and when Renee saw me do that, she got angry.
“This bitch,” I heard her mumble.
“The same bitch you swore you didn’t like is the same bitch that you ended up with. You’re a motha fuckin joke,” Renee spat.
“Watch that bitch word. I haven’t disrespected you, so don’t disrespect me!” Dionne spat, trying to walk closer to Renee, but I grabbed her arm tighter, not going to let her do it.
“Girl, fuck you! I can call you whatever the fuck I want! I asked this nigga about you, and he swore that ya’ll didn’t have shit going on!” she screamed.
“Bitch because we didn’t have anything going on! The fact that you even had to question him about me should prove to you that he was checking for me. I’m pretty, but I’ll fight. I’m telling you, you better crawl back to wherever you just left. I’m not going to be a lot of more bitches,” Dionne wasn’t even yelling at her. She was calm, and usually, the calmest ones are the ones that will show out.
“Move around. Go back over there with your girls,” I said to Renee, trying to defuse the situation.
“Tank, fuck you!” was all she said to me, and then she stormed off.
I kept my eyes on her, watching her as she went over to her girls, and I saw the way her neck was rolling, finger was twirling, as she pointed back, telling them what just finished happening.
“Strike one Tavion,” Dionne snapped, snatching her hand away from me. I laughed, while pulling her my way again.
“Nah, don’t count that. Ima be real baby; you and I both knew that something like that might have happened. Don’t give me a strike for something another bitch did. She was over here for less than a minute before you came out the restroom,” I said, hands on her ass, pulling her closer.
“I don’t care. You better check the bitch or something because I’m not going to be arguing with your hoes every time that I step out the house. I told you that I live a peaceful life, and I want it to remain that way. Get your hoe in check!” she snapped.
“Aight. Calm down, bad ass. That fake ass tough shit don’t scare me!” I replied, taking a hand off her ass, so that I could slap her on it.
“I only give out two strikes. One more, and I’m done,” she threatened me.
“Come on. Your ass tripping,” I said, pulling her hand, so that we could meet back up with the rest of the family.
I held her hand, as we walked through the crowd. Not going to lie, I was a little worried. I guess I was so happy that I got Dionne, that I totally forgot about the bullshit that we could possibly face with Renee.
I knew the kind of woman that Renee was. She wasn’t going to easily let this shit go with me, and Dionne being together. She was going to try and shake shit up. On the other hand, I knew Dionne, and I believed her when she told me that she wasn’t going to stick around for bullshit. I could look at her and tell that she was dead ass serious about a nigga only having one strike left. I felt like all my fuckin strikes were going to come from Renee fuckin with Dionne, and I didn’t want that to be the way that I lost my girl. This was some bullshit.
Chapter 15
Dionne Henry
Stolen Joy
“That hoe better be lucky that I wasn’t there. I swear I would have tackled that bitch for you,” Tommie said on the group facetime call that we were on. It was her, Free, and me all on a facetime call.
I was catching them up on what transpired last night at the football game between me and Renee. I was home, cleaning up, while Bagel was down with the pet concierge service, getting groomed.
“The thing is, I knew that me, and her were going to have our run in. I’m not delusional to think that words between us wouldn’t be exchanged. Damn. I just didn’t think that it would happen so soon. This was one of the reasons why I was so hell bent on dealing with Tank because I knew that I would have to deal with her,” I expressed, pausing from washing the glass plate that was in my hand, so that I could look at them.
The phone was propped up on the counter, so I could properly see them, and they could see me. Free was home, and she was moving around her bathroom, fixing her hair, while Tommie was in the car, and she was driving, on her way to a hair appointment.
“Dionne, you saying everything but what we want to hear. Your location been off since two days ago. Did ya’ll fuck or not?” Free asked, wanting to know the real tea.
