Make You Feel

Chapter 4

Stretching, Malaysia wiped the cold from her eyes. According to the digital clock, it was 10:18 am.

"Damn I slept for almost 12 hours?" She got up and went to the bathroom. The overpowering smell of the bleach was suffocating.

"Shit its strong." She put her shirt over her face and proceeded to use the bathroom. Flushing, Malaysia looked over in the bathtub and the bleach ate up all his stuff. His colored clothes were white, white clothes yellow, and don't let her get to the shoes and jewelry.

"This gone hit him where it really hurts." Destroying his things didn't amount to all the hurt he's caused her. This little episode still wasn't enough. Going back into her bedroom, she was about to call Tamia but she was already calling Malaysia.

"Hello?" She answered. No response. Malaysia was about to say hello again but there was talking in the background.

"You know she called me when you got here. She said she bleached all your shit."

"Did she just say bleach? I just bleached all of Randall stuff and I told her."

"Man, it don't matter. This bitch about to be without lights. I used all her bill money to buy shit for us. How you think you got that new necklace?"

"Oh hell fuck no!!!!" Malaysia felt her body temperature rising.

"I know baby but I feel bad. That's my bestfriend."

"Not no more. You think if she find out this been going on for as long me and her been together y'all still gone be friends? She gone fuck you up. I hope you can handle up, ma."

"Fuck you, Randall." That's all the confirmation Malaysia needed. She hung up the phone. You can see smoke come from her ears. Malaysia was seething. She can't believe this conniving bitch! And let's not forget this fuck nigga! They was playing her from jump.

"He ain't shit."

" I don't know why you with him."

She always talked down on him.

"Damn, why I ain't see this coming!" Malaysia was mad at herself most of all for bringing that bitch around her man and telling her everything.

Then the tears came.

Malaysia trusted these people and look at how they did her. She always the one getting the short end of the stick. Such a good woman and a good friend, "Why they shit on me?"

"That's cool though." She wiped her eyes. Those were going to be the last tears she cried.

"I got something for they ass." They was gone feel her. If she wasn't done before, she was definitely done now.

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She put on gloves, got his clothes from out the tub, and put them in the dryer. Malaysia was going to put his things in their respective places as if nothing happened. She cleaned the whole house to make it seem as if the bleach smell wasn't just coming from the bathroom. She even cooked so he can come home to some food. As she was putting the finishing touches. He came home.

"Hey babe." She smiled at him and he gave her a skeptical look.

"What?" Malaysia asked innocently. "We always have arguments but we always get past them. Why not do it again?"

"What's that bleach smell?" He ignored every word she said.

"I just said we can work through our problems and you worried about some damn bleach? Wow."