F.A.M.E (book 1 & 2)

2:6

ADONIS

I mumbled a string of profanities as I walked through the doors of my house and heard the TV playing in the living room. If there was one thing Neema refused to have, it was shame, and I was tired of it.

She and I had been arguing non-stop for the past month. Every time we would calm down and start to make sense of each others problems, she would find something else to be mad about and it had gotten to the point where I just didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

"I've been calling you the whole morning." She started once I entered the living room. She had a key from when she used to come over quite often, but it was obviously time for me to take it back because she drove me nuts. "Who were you out fucking this time?" She asked whilst folding her arms. Neema was very good at making me look like the bad guy, but the reality of our situation was, I hadn't really ever been foul to her. I was good to her when we were together, but she messed it up by thinking she could control who I could and couldn't speak to. Her jealousy sabotaged us.

"I need my key back." I told her as I strolled into the kitchen. Ofcourse she followed behind me.

"We need to talk, Don." She said.

"I'm done talking about this." I replied. I knew exactly what she wanted to talk about because it was the one thing she couldn't stop doing my head in about. To be honest, I was tired of it.

"We haven't even started." She shot back. "Why do you think you can treat me like shit after three years?"

"Neema, don't start."

"Don't start? Don't start?" She asked in disbelief. "I've only ever asked you for one thing. A fucking nikah."

"How can you ask me for that when we aren't even together?" I wasn't even sleeping with her on a regular basis so I was confused as to why she thought I owed her a wedding. Furthermore, I wasn't Muslim and I hadn't really ever expressed the desire to marry her. She was just doing entirely too much for me.

Neema scoffed and ran her hands through her hair. "So we should just throw away all the time and energy we put into each other? I keep telling you I'm not willing to do that."

"And I keep telling you I don't wanna get married. We aren't together and I don't actually wanna be with you right now." I admitted harshly. It wasn't my intention to be mean or hurtful with my words, but this was a conversation I was tired of having. No matter how many times I told her how I felt it was like she refused to accept it.

Neema clenched and unclenched her jaw a couple of times before she released a deep breath. "You're hurting my feelings."

"I'm sorry." I told her mindlessly. I had learnt all her manipulative tricks in the last two years, and I had realised she liked to start waterworks whenever she wanted her way. In the past it used to get to me, then I'd eventually give in to her, we'd have sex and makeup. But now I was sick and tired of this toxic cycle she wanted to keep me in.

As I expected, she sniffled a little and slightly turned her body away from mine; when I was none the wiser, I would try to comfort her. But I knew better now. The only way I was fucking this girl was if I desperately needed to, otherwise, it wasn't happening.

"Listen," I began as I whipped out my phone and replied to a message from my friend, Majid. "I need my key. I'm stepping out soon so you're gonna have to go too."

"Why can't you just stay and listen to my problems?" She asked me. "You literally don't care about me. You don't care if I'm sad, if I'm mad or if I'm hurt."

"It's not that I don't care. The problem is I am over this back and forth with you."

"You weren't over it when you were blowing my back out last week!" She spat in a raised voice. "It's not fair that you get to fuck me when you feel like it but when it comes to how I feel, you don't wanna hear it."