Bittersweet

Blast from The Past

Jacky Pov

It's been a week since I got that text and I still can't believe this shit!

This nigga is really here after I told his ass never to come back. Some people don't follow rules too well. I grab my sunglasses and put them on before getting out of the car. I make sure my gun is in my purse ready for me to kill this son of a bitch if I have to. I spot him getting out of his car. I lean against my driver's side door before speaking.

"Long time Rob," I spoke making him turn around.

"Or should I say Pastor Fredricks," I continued.

"Jacky, what are you doing here," he replied.

"I should be asking you that. I remember telling you to never return to Detroit, but yet here you are," I answered.

"Look Jacky about that, I didn't come back because I wanted to. My wife got a new job and its based here. I tried to convince her not to take it, but she would suspect something if I came on too strong about not moving here," he explained.

"Damn Rob you've gone soft. The Rob I knew would have beat her until she couldn't even remember that she got a job offer. I think the fact that you want to be close to her is the reason why you really picked up and came back. Before you ask, she's doing great. She's engaged now. Her and her father are at a basketball game right now. Today is their weekly Daddy daughter day," I explained.

I can see the anger in his eyes. I don't give a fuck. I told him to never come back, and he did anyway. Now he's gonna realize why it was best for him to stay away.

"You have 3 weeks to leave. After that, the next time I see you you're dead," I spoke.

"Three weeks is not nearly enough time. What about my wife and her mother," he asked.

"I'm only concerned about you. I don't give a fuck about your wife or her mama. I just want you gone. A month should be enough time for you to figure it out. I mean you are a pastor, ask God to help you," I answered.

"You think that shit is funny don't you. I hope he strikes your evil ass down," he spouted.

"What's funny is how you want everyone to believe that you're a man of God. You more evil than me. I don't pretend to be a Christian. If I was a Christian, we wouldn't even know each other and I wouldn't have to even be having this conversation. I ain't a Christian, but I know that God doesn't do that fake shit," I responded.

"You know what fuck you Jacky," he replied.

"Been there done that, but I was the one that fucked you. Now, you have 3 weeks to get the fuck out of Detroit or I kill you. You know what I'll be nice and give you an incentive," I explained.

"And what's that," he asked.

"I'll extend it to 2 months, and I won't touch your wife and your mother-in-law. I'll only do that if you stop fucking with my sister," I answered.

"Which sister," he questioned. I pulled my gun out of my purse and pointed it towards his head. He puts his hands up in defense.

"Look Jacky, I didn't mean it like that. You just have a lot of sisters okay," he explained in a panic tone.

"The sister I'm talking about is the one that you're screwing. You know the one that you're fucking," I replied.

He started laughing. This nigga thinks that I'm playing with him. I shoot his tires making them go flat.

"Oh and there she is the real Jacky. Jealous Jacky is here. You mad that I'm giving all of this to her instead of you huh? Your husband ain't doing the job," he laughed clapping his hands.