To Love or Not to Love

Tyrell

i can't never go nowhere without this nigga thinking i'm being sneaky. if i'm out or whenever i'm out with my girls, he always calls to see when i'm coming back or where i'm at. i didn't think too much of it until tonight. i told him i'm coming home at 12, but i decided to come early around 11:30. my homegirls dropped me off, and i was saying my goodbyes when one of my homegirls, April, said, "who grey Impala parked in yo' driveway?" i look and automatically i get fired up. i tell them i'll call them tomorrow, and i rush to unlock my door. i just wanna know how the fuck this nigga got the audacity to bring another bitch in the very house i put food in, and pay the bills in! i rush upstairs to my bedroom, and tell me why i catch this nigga fucking my cousin! i start whupping both of them, and Tyrell literally had to pull me off the bitch. i slapped fire from his ass!

Tyrell: "WHAT THE FUCK YOU DO THAT FO'?"

Me: "NIGGA YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY! you call my phone all the time when i'm out to see when i'm coming home, then i decide to come home early just to find you fucking my cousin! MY COUSIN, NIGGA! WHAT THE FUCK?"

Tyrell: "MAN, IT WASN'T EVEN LIKE THAT!"

Me: "THEN WHAT WAS IT LIKE? CUS IT DAMN SURE DON'T SEEM LIKE YO DICK WENT IN HER, then all of a sudden, YALL FUCKING BY PURPOSE, ON ACCIDENT!"

i turn around and look at my cousin Dania. part of me wanted to do the flying tomahawk and scalp her ass!

Dania: "Shantè, i'm so so–"
Me: "AHT. keep yo damn apologies. you can have this nigga. i'm out."

Tyrell ass come in, trying to make me stay and i continue to walk past him. i grab my bags and suitcase, and start packing my shit. Dania left, and Tyrell comes in.

Tyrell: "so you really leaving me?"

Me: "since you got so many questions, nigga answer me this – HOW LONG? and DON'T play dumb either.

Tyrell: "we been talking for 5 months, but fucking for 2 1/2."

I started packing my shit even faster. I went to the bathroom and started grabbing my hair products and makeup bag. I grabbed for my toothbrush, but dropped it by the trash can. In the process of grabbing it, I spotted a pregnancy test that said positive. I went in the room where Tyrell was, and threw it at him.

Me: "REALLY, TYRELL? THAT'S HOW YOU FEELING? you give this bitch the one thing I been wanting from yo' ass?"

Tyrell: "ON MY MAMA, ian know that bitch was pregnant."

Me: "nigga don't call me. don't text me. we done, you and this bitch can enjoy parenthood together."

i grab my shit and started heading towards the door. he rushing after me and trying to convince me to stay, i get sick of it and slap him. this nigga has the AUDACITY to slap me back. i beat his ass like Tina did Ike in the limo, and rushed to get my shit in my car. i back out the driveway, and as i'm heading to the end of the road, i hear a gunshot. this nigga shot a warning shot and was trying to chase my car on his own two feet. i sped as fast as i could, and when i was sure that i was far away from him, i pulled out my phone and called my girl Tameka.

tameka: *picks up the phone* "hello?"
me: "hey girl, i hope i wasn't interrupting nothing."
tameka: "not really, but wassup?"

me: "do you and phil mind if i crash with y'all for tonight? me and tyrell got into it really bad, and i'm done with this nigga atp."

tameka: "i'll unlock the door."
me: "ight bet, i'll be over there once i get out of walmart."

i hang up the phone and head towards the walmart. i put my sunglasses, dabbed on some makeup, grabbed my wallet and phone, and head in. i grabbed some extra underwear and bras, snacks, wine, a wine glass and cotton balls. as i head to the check-out line, i peep this fine brownskin with dreads and white teeth looking at me. he must've knew i was looking back because he smiled, and my pussy got wetter than the pacific ocean. i hurry up and bought my stuff, then headed back to my car. as i was putting stuff up, i heard someone say, "aye you need a hand?" i turn around and its the guy i saw in the store.