Together From the Start

SIX

Chapter Six| Destiny

You know that moment when you've hit rock bottom. Well, I'm there, right now.

Staring into the open door freezers at the supermarket, trying to find my favorite Ben & Jerry's ice cream. I've already finished the three pints we had at home, which is the only reason I decided to get out of the house in the first place.

My routine for the past two weeks has been the same, go to classes, come home, eat ice cream, and go to bed. And in between everything ignore the constant calls, text messages, and voicemails from Brandon. This past weekend, was when I finally decided to block his ass on everything, social media wise. Now, he tries to talk to me during class, it takes everything in me to not punch his sorry ass again.

Apparently, I just fractured his nose, and nothing was broken. But, the bruise on his face is too big to hide. As for my hand, the bruise went away, real quick. And Jayda took me to get my nails redone. 

According to Jayda, he's been telling people that he took boxing lessons. And the instructor hit him too hard, for some reason people are believing it. I don't know why he's not telling people the truth, maybe because he wants to protect me. Or he doesn't want people to know he got his shit rocked by his girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend, I mean.

After dragging my sorry ass out of the supermarket, I finally make it back home. Preparing myself to crawl back into my dark, lonely hole.

As I enter my apartment, I noticed Jayda sitting in the living room, probably finishing up some work. I wave to her, before grabbing a large spoon from the kitchen and heading into my bedroom. Opening my computer, and starting the next episode of the Real Housewives of Atlanta. I would watch it on the tv in my room, but I can't find the remote.

"Alright," Jayda slams the door open, "I'm sick of you moping around the place, like a sad widower."

"Close the door your letting too much light in," I groan.

She then, flicks my bedroom light on, dragging me out of bed. "Get up and go take a shower. We're going out."

"What? I don't want to go anywhere."

"Guess what, bitch? I don't care," she pushes me into the bathroom. "My best friend knows better than to be sad over a nigga for more than two weeks. There's a new club-style bar that opened up downtown and we are going."

She then slams the bathroom door, leaving me inside. Just as I turn on the shower, Jayda opens back the door, throwing a towel, my headscarf, and bonnet at me, before shutting it again.

I laugh at her antics.

But, Jayda is right. I'm a bad bitch, and I need to stop acting like I'm not.

I hop in the shower after placing my bonnet on my head, scrubbing the hell out of my body. And shaving my necessary places, knowing Jayda is probably gonna make me put on something skimpy. I then complete my skincare routine.

Just as I step out of the shower wrapping my body in my towel, Jayda yells, "Chop, chop girl."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming," I chuckle.

As I open the bathroom door, I see that this girl is already dressed.