SAME DAY: LATE OCTOBER, 2014
• T R E V O N •
My heart broke into a million pieces as I watched Malik drive away; my tears falling into my hand that still held his ring.
I fucked up.
I fucked up more than I could imagine. I somberly walked back inside of my house, not giving a fuck about what he even had to say anymore.
I ruined us by letting this nigga try and pry himself back to me.
"Get out," I said low.
"I thought we was finna talk?" he stood up.
"I don't care no more," I shook my head.
He scoffed. "Really? So you really gon' leave me fa Malik?" A nigga you been knowin' fa two seconds," he started getting mad and walking up to me. "This is how you repay me fa the years I spent witchu?"
I laughed in this niggas face.
I just ignored him, "Please get the fuck outta my house," I spoke.
He just stared at me. "NOW!" I yelled in his face. "GET THE FUCK OUT!"
"You gon' hit me?" he tested.
"If you don't leave," I threatened him.
"So you goin' ta chase after somethin' that won't last," he spoke, and I just grabbed him pushing him towards the door.
I slammed him against the door getting in his face, "Don't ever speak on him again," I spoke.
"Or what, Trevon? We all know Imma be back, n you gon' let me inside jus like you jus did," he spoke.
I felt my eyes water thinking about Malik and what I've done to him.
I fucked up. I know I did.
"SHUT UP," I threw his ass to the ground. I was so mad.
He got up off the floor he just scoffed as he started walking towards the door.
He then stopped as I watched him. He sighed then turned around. "One thing you was right about, Ian really love you like et. You was jus an easy lick—I saw it the first day I metchu," he spoke, and I swear I almost felt myself almost explode with how much anger I felt surging through me.
Without thinking, I just punched his ass with all my night directly in the middle of his face. He fell to the ground, his nose broken and bloodied.
I wiped tears from my eyes as I stepped over him.
I looked down at him. "Don't come back hur. Or you will be leavin' in handcuffs with a blood nose and maybe some broken bones fa trespassin'," I spoke. "N I'm gettin' a restrainin' order, so try it if you want to, Dayshawn. I know I fucked up lettin' you in the house. This shit jus told me that I was wrong. You ain't have shit ta say, but—"
"I'm glad you told me the truth. It hurts—real bad. Knowin' ets what I was ta you all those years, but I know now. You finally admitted it, so I have nothin' left I need from you," I continued.
"Don't come back hur, for real," I shook my head; my tears all dried up.
I locked up my door then left his ass on the ground. He probably didn't hear most of the stuff I said, but it doesn't matter now.
The only thing that mattered now was Malik.
"Malik," I spoke into the phone after my fifth attempt at calling him while I was driving.
