Perfect Imperfection

Prologue: "Perfect Imperfection"

Prologue:

Angelique held Terrell's phone in her hand, and her anger was radiating into the room. Terrell knew he had fucked up when he left his phone around her when he went for a quick shower. Angelique was absolutely furious with him. How could he have 5 other women in his phone including his ex-girlfriend of several years. She seen all that she could handle from dirty text messages, sexting, nude photographs, and discovering that he has been going to see them in the middle of the night while she's sleep.

"I don't know why you trippin', we're not together." He said hiding his emotion of knowing that he fucked up bad by screwing over Angelique.

"What about that other bullshit you told me, huh? Remember when you told me you wanted me to be the mother of your children? What about you saying that you wanted a life with me? I thought we were dating, but damn, it seems like you're dating all these other bitches in your phone." She shook the phone at him.

He reached for it, but she moved her arm away from him. "Give me my phone, man, damn." Terrell growled.

"That's real fucked up." Angelique said looking away from him because it practically burned to see his face.

"What?" He asked playing dumb.

"You know what I'm talking about-these bitches in your phone! Who cooks for you every day?"

Terrell was quiet.

"Who washes your clothes? Whose bed are you sleeping in at night? Who took you in when you didn't have a damn thing? That heifer took everything from you, but I'm helping you gain it all back-so this is what I get for trying to be there for you?" Angelique felt the French tip manicure of her pointy finger poke her in the chest. "I don't deserve this, and I won't stand for this! If you want to be with those other females, that's fine with me, just get the fuck out of my house." She yelled at him this time feeling tears form in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Terrell has never seen her cry before and he doesn't know what he'd do if she does.

"We're just dating, Angel." He said.

"What's your definition of dating then because apparently we have two different ones?" She placed her hands on her hips and furrowed her brows.

"I can talk to whoever I want to when I'm dating. I don't just date one girl at a time. What if we don't work out then what am I left with?" He argued defending himself.

"I believe that dating if only for one person at a time. Where is your faith in us, Terrell? I haven't done anything to deserve this. I told you about all the times I've been hurt by niggas like you doing this stupid shit." She rolled her eyes pulling in her tears. She wanted to punch Terrell so badly, but she knew that he'd probably go livid.

"Alright then, I guess we don't see eye to eye then. So what now, Angel? Are you going to put me out?" He snapped at her.

She didn't want to let go of him, but if he thought that she was just going to be an option to him, apparently someone had to let go. "I don't want to be an option, Terrell. I want to be all that you have. I'm giving you my all and you're my only man so why are you doing me like that? How would you feel if it was me with multiple men?" She snapped.

"You'd be a hoe that I'm just fuckin' around with." He answered nonchalantly but truthfully.

His nonchalant ways were really digging holes in her heart, soul, mind, and whatever else he could hurt with just words. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Whoever said that lied horribly to Angelique. "So you're a hoe that I'm just fuckin' around with? Am I just ass to you?" She arched an eyebrow holding back her frustration trying to prevent herself from yelling again.