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November 19th
Jackson, MS
Kemari's Apartment

Kemari Avani Pierson

I double-checked my suitcase, mentally going through the checklist I made to ensure I wasn't forgetting anything. The trip to Puerto Rico was supposed to be a celebration, to have fun with my friends and welcome Kyri back after everything she'd been through. I'm excited about the trip, but a part of me was anxious too. Being around Syx again, especially in such an intimate setting, stirred up emotions I'm not sure I am ready to deal with.

I was finishing up packing my carry on bag for Puerto Rico when I got a knock on my door. I let majority of my friends and family know that I leave tonight and needed rest before my flight so I don't who could be at my door.

I went on my ring camera and saw Armon on my doorstep.

I hesitantly walked to my front door with my suit case and unlocked it. I took a deep breath before I turned the handle. I opened the door and was met with the brown eyes of my ex-boyfriend.

I sighed and looked at him. "What's wrong Armon?"

"Are you going to let me in?" He mugged me.

"Ask nicely and I'll think about it hoe" I stared at him.

He huffed and looked off to the side. "Can I please come in Avani?"

I looked him up and down then opened the door wider for him. He walked in and glanced at my suitcase. "Where you going?"

"Out of town" I mumbled and walked towards my couch.

"Where?" He sat on my ottoman and stared at me.

"Don't worry about it Armon. Why are you here?"

"I missed you" he looked down at his hands. "I think we can work-"

"No."

He sucked his teeth at my interruption. "You didn't even let me finish Vani."

"My bad, go ahead"

"Alright, I feel like if we get back-"

"No."

"Avani!"

"Armon I'll never go back to you." I returned his eye contact. "You spent all that time chasing me just to get me then lose me."

"And now I want you back, simple." He shrugged.

"Simple? Nigga I'm not an object that you can just have anytime you want. Armon, you've hurt me. You think I'll let you cheat on me three times and just take you back again? Fuck no!"

"I told you that I was sorry-"

Alright, I had enough

"Armon get out, you're finna piss me the fuck off." I got up and walked to the door. "I've told you time and time again that a sorry won't just make everything disappear. Thanks for the talk but we'll never get back together Armon."

"Oh because you wanna get back together with Syx right?" He stood up and started to walk towards me.

I stood my ground and chose not to back away. "Our relationship has nothing to do with Syx! Are you crazy?"

"Cut the shit Avani, it was always about Syx because you still loved him. Even when we were together, I could see it in your eyes. You were never fully mine because a part of you was always with him."

I refuse to let him twist this situation into something it wasn't. "You're the one who broke us, Armon. Quit trying to blame my fucking ex for the downfall of our relationship. You decided to cheat on me and break my heart so fucking deal with it."

"Avani, I said I was sorry." He looked down at his feet in defeat. "Are you going to run back to him?"

"That's none of your business, leave." I opened the door for him to get out.

"You want to go back to a nigga who couldn't give you shit but PTSD and a dead ass baby?"

All of the sudden, a loud sound echoed throughout my apartment.

I glanced down at my red hand and wondered why it's stinging. Armon was was holding the left side of his face which is now a deep shade of red.

"BITCH YOU JUST SLAPPED ME!" He yelled in my face.

I pushed him with all my strength. "You have no right to speak on my son! Did you lose your fucking mind? GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"You know I'm right." He took a step back. "Your son is dead because of Syx and the life he chose. Now you want to run back to him like a dumb ass?"

My eyes widened at words. I ate his words and walked to the kitchen.

"Syx will never change Avani and you know that! You'll continue to lose everything you care about because of him, fucking realize that!" He continued to yell while rubbing his swollen cheek.

I grabbed the sharpest knife I could find and stalked towards him.

He didn't want to leave? I'll just make him leave.

He can get the fuck out of my house and go straight to the hospital.

His eyes darted to the item I had in my hand and his face instantly paled.

"Oh bitch you're crazy." He yanked my door open and ran out of my house.

As soon as he was gone, I collapsed onto the couch, the tears I've been holding back finally spilling over. I cried for my son, for the life I lost, and for the pain that still haunted me. Armon's words had cut deep, reopening wounds I tried so hard to heal.

But as I sit here, wiping my tears away, something else rose within me, resolve. I'm done letting the past control me.

This trip to Puerto Rico was about more than just reconnecting with my friends. It was about finding myself again, about healing and moving forward. And if that meant facing my feelings for Syx head-on, then oh well.

With a deep breath, I stood up and wiped the remaining tears from my face. I have a flight to catch in the morning, and I wasn't going to let Armon's words ruin this trip for me. It was time to move on, to let go of the past and embrace whatever the future held, no matter how uncertain it might be.

This journey is going to be hard as hell but it's time for me to heal.

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