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Chapter 58: Probably Should Run

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

March 9, 1999

~Tia's P.O.V~

Donald and I watched my grandparents drive through and out of the gates before closing the door. Immediately, I spun on my heels, surely ripping my pantyhose. I made my way out of the vestibule, but when I made it to the bottom landing Donald spoke, making me turn my upper body.

"My bet is that you're still upset, huh?"

I glanced at him, "Donald, I'm exhausted and dirty. Please- PLEASE leave me be."

"Tia, you didn't answer my question. Stop avoiding things." Donald spoke as I made my way up the stairs.

"Right now I don't feel up to it." I turned my torso with one foot a step above my other, "I am tired and dirty." I faced forward to continue my path up the stairs, then to my bedroom.

"I understand, and I'm sorry. I know that sorry, alone, won't fix things. We got to talk about it though," he told me.

"Later, man. PLEASE," I pleaded, pinching the bridge of my nose. He backed away then took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching me. "Damn..." I took a deep breath. "Thank you."

Grabbing some underwear and a T-shirt, I headed to the bathroom, stripped, and took a long, but much needed shower in complete silence. Simply basking in my thoughts in its entirety.

"Plus, I don't want to stay in bed all damn day like some lazy ass nigga that's layin' up on his woman. I got bored and inspired. Look, at least I'm not cheatin' or some shit. I'm actually doin' work."

I appreciate Donald not being the type to lay up on modern women while they just relax all day at home. Never would I have even thought about being with this man, let alone soon to be wedded to someone with those characteristics. I'd be a damn fool to accept a proposal from a man like that. The type of man that I'm glad Donald isn't.

Anyhow, the fact that he brought that up makes me feel as if it was a thought that crossed his mind. If it was me and I were to say, at least I'm not fucking someone else, it'd be a major problem. He'd lose his cool. Do I think he's cheating? Absolutely not! I'm not upset with him, but I'm tired as heck and don't have the energy to talk about it at the moment.

When I finally exited the shower, I slid into my slides, wrapped my towel tightly around my body, and began brushing my teeth. Since Donald is lying in my bed massaging his body, I gathered all of my things and walked to a nearby bedroom to get dressed. We have to start somewhere when it comes to halting any of our sexual encounters.

After the completion of my hair and body routine, I walked back through my bedroom to the bathroom to put my towel down the chute. As soon as I entered the room, I got into the bed and swiftly slipped underneath the covers to get some sleep. I turned my lamp off and pulled the covers over my head, finally relaxing.

"So you just gon' be childish and give me the silent treatment?" Donald spoke from under the covers and above my ear.

I opened my eyes, shifting them in his direction. "I spoke. Oops, just spoke again. Oh my goodness, I keep doing it. Somebody stop me."