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"The fact that y'all forreal stay in the same house but occupying 2 opposite sides...got to be the most childish shit I have ever seen in my days. For 6 months Cassia...?" Jamila stared at Cassia in disbelief, shaking her head once Cassia only shrugged her shoulders.
"He's lucky he's even still staying in my house-."
"Baby both of y'all names are-."
"My house, I said my house Mila." Cassia raised her hand, causing Jamila to nod with her hands raised in surrender. Running her fingers through the long frontal she wore, she let out a loud yawn before plopping back down on Cassia's bed. "And he does anything I ask of him these days without any complaints, that never happens."
"Did he get you an almost 9 year anniversary gift at least?" Jamila asked, having to play her role to try and get Cassia out of the house. She didn't even know why she was prompted to do this because she was a terrible actress and Cassia would be able to read right through it, but she only agreed because Mariah did too. And if it meant a possibility of making Cassia happy at least a little bit, she had no problem doing so.
"Nope." She rolled her eyes, fixing up her gray outfit. "But in his defense, I did tell him that if he got me anything I would cut him-."
"Real niggas would've got sliced and dice." Jamila mumbled, Cassia turning around to agree.
"Right. Our relationship is worth a 45 year old prostitute in his eyes, but getting cut is where he draws the line. I hate him so much, I should be married right now, yet here we are. He's so lucky the twins came when they did, because that's the only reason I haven't thrown all his shit out and changed the locks." Cassia rolled her eyes, 6 months later and she still refused to put her ring back on.
Things hadn't been easy, not for him at least. She was having the time of her life making him miserable, rejecting him at any possible given chance. Doing a little bit of leading him on just to crush him, and even going the lengths of purposely flirting with other men just to get him upset. Petty and childish but she didn't care, considering nothing she did would ever amount to all of the shit he had put her through.
He was the same Caicey to everybody else, but on the streets and back at home were two completely different people. She didn't speak to him unless it had to do with the twins, any other conversations he tried to initiate being turned down by her. He tried sexual advances, but she hadn't given in once in the last 6 months because she didn't want to give him that satisfaction. She wasn't trying to act like she was over him, nor was she trying to act like she didn't still love him. But she did want to hurt him, and it was clear she was succeeding once she looked into his defeated face everyday.
"So what's the deal with the little boy, is everything good with him-."
"Jamila he is the cutest little thing in the world." Cassia cooed, placing her hands to her heart. "I met him in the first month of Cepheus finding out, and he's so precious. I thought I would hold some kind of envy for the child, but I don't. Especially because Zahir has a brother who is his age, they're like two peas in a pod." She poked her bottom lip out just as Skyla came crawling into her room.
