𝖫 𝖤 𝖬 • 𝖮 • 𝖭 𝖠 𝖣 𝖤

III: Don't Hurt Yourself

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"If it's what you truly want ... I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us. Immortalized ... you and your perfect girl. I don't know when love became elusive. What I know is, no one I know has it. My father's arms around my mother's neck, fruit too ripe to eat. I think of lovers as trees ... growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can't you see me? Why can't you see me? Why can't you see me? Everyone else can."

"The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman." - Malcolm X.

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Slamming her car door shut, she sped walked into her million-dollar home slamming the door behind her. Anger wasn't even the word. Betrayal wasn't even the word. Disappointed, Embarrassed, Confused...... wasn't even the words.

Tayla sprinted upstairs to the bedroom that two of them shared and grabbed the baseball bat that was tucked away in their closet.

Walking out, her hands swung the bat to the closest breakable thing in her eye sight which was a piece of art that was there for decoration, and cost over $5,000, letting the bat hit it causing it to shatter all over their bedroom floor.

The feeling of breaking something felt so good to her.

A sinister smile spread on her face, and she left their room, going back downstairs. Her eyes landed on Chris's awards, achievements, plaques, and everything else that lined the wall and without hesitation she swung the bat at everything.

Chris's Lamborghini pulled into their driveway quickly and he got out not even caring about locking the door or making sure he closed it fast enough rushing to his front door. He could hear the sound of glass shattering and things breaking from the outside making him get scared.

Opening the door, he was met with the floor covered in glass, broken awards, basically anything that cost over $1K and was expensive and breakable....was broken.

"Tay, what the fuck you doing, bro?!" He asked and the second he did, she swung the bat at him hitting his hand making him hiss in pain.

"The fuck am I doing?! You wanna know what the fuck I'm doing?! You had that dirty ass bitch in my home? Where we lay our child's head and you fucked her in OUR bed? Where I lay MY head?! I should kill your sorry ass."

"Yo, relax with the bat before I-"

"Before what, Maurice? You gonna call the cops on me? Do it so I can take our child away from you."

He scrunched his face up and jerked his back, "I wish you would take my child from me."

"...Watch me." She smirked and dropped the bat rushing up the stairs to her daughter's bedroom grabbing the suitcase from the closet. Chris busted in the room right after and snatched the bag from her hand right as she was putting whatever clothes she could grab in it. "Chris-"

"Chill, aight? Let's talk about this shit. It's no need to go to the fucking extreme and involve Ayla in it-"

"She's our KID! She's been involved in it since you decided to step out of the marriage, dumbass. But you won't have to worry about her just like you haven't given a damn about her for the past few months with little miss thing at the office instead of putting your daughter to bed, picking her up from school as well as dropping her off, taking her to the park, going to her dance recitals- Oh, wait until I tell a judge about this."