A/N: I'm aware y'all don't like Tasha. That's fine, me neither, however, I won't tolerate egregious behavior in the comments. At the end of the day, she is a victim and should be treated as such. Comment on her character sure, but don't do the most. I won't hesitate to remove comments if need be.
MARCH 22ND 2014: APPROXIMATELY 2:30AM
• M A L I K •
I lay in bed in a deep sleep. I had just gotten back from hanging out with some really important people who made me feel so loved on my birthday.
The day just had been perfect.
But you know, I'm starting to believe that I'm one of the people God has forsaken. Because every time I start to like life, or life could still be shitty and I just have one good day... life shows me what my true path is. It shows me that my life is really Hell.
I jerk out of my good sleep from my phone's vibration. I look at the screen rolling my eyes when I see my baby mama's name. I ignore it. We just had a good day. I have the kids, and I know her calling this time of night would cause nothing but more drama.
I attempt to try and go back to sleep. I've been putting on ocean sounds and shit lately. Tre introduced me to them saying his therapist put him on.
They help calm me down. Sometimes when I would feel really angry or upset, I would put them in my earbuds.
But I usually just listen to fall asleep. Before I go to sleep, that's usually the most treacherous time for me. It's when my mind goes all over the place and my anxiety reaches new highs.
Today wasn't like that though...because I had a good day. Hell, a great day. The first birthday I'd spent with my most important people in almost eight years. Seeing my family and my kids, and Tre.
It was perfect for me.
That was until I picked up the phone when it rang for the third time after I ignored it the first two.
"Wassup, LaTasha? We had a good day, you bet not be on no bullshit right now bruh—"
"Malik," she cut me off and the way she spoke my name sent a chill up my spine. I mean it was unlike anything I've ever experienced in my life. I was completely frozen.
"Tash..."
"Please help me. He found out—he-he found out about Malikai. Malik, he's gonna kill me,"
...
MARCH 20TH 2014
• T R E V O N •
"Should I buy him a Mustang or a SRT?" I asked Megan as we walked around the mall. Tomorrow was Malik's birthday and I was struggling to figure out what to buy him.
I didn't want to do the most, but Malik is the most. I know how much he likes gifts and giving them, hence the Rolex and flooded Cuban on my wrist and neck.
"A car, Tre?" she gasped. "That's—Look I know you in love wit the nigga,"
"Stop it,"
