Shootout

(27) Home

I checked myself into a hotel and I've been here for about a week now. No communication with Bryson or Carmelo. I got a new phone yesterday but I'm not even in the mood to make arrangements to see Carmelo because I know imma have to get through Bryson first. And I don't have to energy for that.

Plus I feel disgusted after what happened between me and Tylee and those sick excuses of men last week. 

      *Knock knock knock*

I went by my room door to check who it was and as I looked through the peephole it was housekeeping so I answered.

     "Hello ma'am. It is 12:00 which is your checkout time." Said the housekeeper.

     "Okay I'm already packed up." I said, grabbing my luggage.

I did some shopping for pajamas and clothes a few days ago so I didn't have to stop by the house to get any because I didn't wanna see Bryson.

But today is the day where I have to put my pride to the side and go see him. We already built so much together from theses past six months.

I just need to talk to him.

I checked out of the hotel, and my Uber was waiting outside for me to take me to our old house to go pick up my car. Then after I picked it up I drove back to the new house. 

As I parked outside the house, Bryson walked outside. He must've heard me pulling up in the driveway.

     "Baby!" He called out with a smile on his face, walking closer to me.

     "Aht aht." I put my hand up. "Why the fuck you seem happy to see me as if you didn't just put me out the house, and break my phone?" I slammed my car door hard once I stepped out.

      "Baby. I'm sorry about all that shit baby. It was a misunderstanding and I-"

     "And you what Bryson?! Should've believed me?! Yes the fuck you should have! Do you know what the fuck happened to me these past few days?!"

     "Nelly I ain't think yo ass wasn't gonna come back! I ain't think you would really leave."

     "And why not? Because I always stick by your side? You're so used to me letting you say whatever you want and do whatever you want Bryson!"

      "Girl shut that shit up you know that ain't true." He sucked his teeth.

    "Bryson! You literally tried to make me kill a woman! You made me shoot at somebody, I witnessed you do a drive by, and I helped you clean up a murder! You can't just put me through shit like that."

     "How many time you want me to apologize for that? I been said I was sorry."

      "It's gonna take way more than just a stupid ass apology that you don't even really mean."

     "Look Penelope." He walked closer to me, lifting my chin up. "I wanna be with you, ight? Sometimes I just say shit out of anger. Like when I told you get out I ain't really mean it... I was just mad baby, I would never let you get away from me that easily."

      "And that's what you need to work on! You're fucking anger! You literally threw my phone and broke it!"

     "I'll work on it ma. I promise." He said as he was reaching inside his pocket for something.