Devon: I just wanted—
Fatima: (interrupts) don’t even answer me. I don’t give a damn!
Fatima said as she tried to walk away but then Devon forcefully grabbed her arm and pulled her back — causing her to drop her phone as the screen partially cracked.
Devon: (squeezing her arm tight) DON'T WALK AWAY WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU!
Fatima: owww!! Let go of my arm, you’re hurting me.
Devon: oh I’m hurting you? (Smirks) naw baby, you haven’t even begun to feel pain. This is light work compared to how much you hurt me when you left me for that nigga and then topped it off by having his bastard seed!
Fatima: (pissed) don’t you dare call my son a bastard!! (Trying to pull away) and I’m not gonna tell you again to get your hands off me!
Devon: (pulls her closer) or what? Look around baby, ain’t nobody out here except us. Nobody’s coming to save you because you belong to me! The sooner you accept that, the easier life will be for you.
Fatima: Devon please don’t do this! Look, I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings when I fell in love with Zac, but you need to get over it. Holding onto all this anger is just gonna destroy you on the inside - this behavior isn’t you! The Devon that I knew and loved in high school would never put his hands on me.
Devon: (cold tone) the Devon that you knew and loved is dead! Thanks to your betrayal!
Fatima: betrayal?? Nigga how the fuck did I betray you when you was the one screwing bitches while we were still together??!
Devon: oh don’t give me that bullshit, Fatima! I’m a man - and as a man, I have every right to get pussy from outside since your virgin ass wasn’t giving it up!
Fatima: (tries to slap him but misses) FUCK YOU!!
Devon: let’s keep our hands to ourselves, shall we?
Fatima: (scoffs) says the nigga who’s still squeezing my fucken arm! You do know that it’s gonna bruise right? And then I’m gonna have no choice but to tell Zac about this little encounter - there’s no telling what he’ll do to you because he doesn’t play about me!
Devon: (chuckles) I’m sorry, is that supposed to scare me?! You really think I’m scared of your little boy toy?
Fatima: you can call him a boy all you want, he’s still more of a man than you’ll ever be.
Devon: why, because he was the first man to get in between those pretty thighs? Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure that I’m your last fuck.
Something about the way Devon said that last line seemed threatening to Fatima. She took one look into his eyes and realized that she was in danger. As much as Devon will always have a special place in her heart, she knew right then and there that he had changed for the worst. He truly was no longer her high school sweetheart.
Fatima acted fast and pushed him as she managed to unfree her arm from his embrace. She stopped to pick up her phone and then she began to run towards the restaurant. Unfortunately, due to the heels that she had on, she could barely make it far, and of course Devon tailing behind her wasn’t helping the situation either.
Devon eventually caught up to her and covered her mouth as he began dragging her in the direction of his car which was parked nearby… Just as Devon was about to force her into the backseat, the sound of a man’s voice was heard behind them—a voice she was all too familiar with. His voice was low and steady, carrying an edge that made even Devon pause.
Man: you’ve got about five seconds to let her go, before I fuck you up!
Devon hesitated, the confidence slipping from his smirk. He quickly released Fatima’s arm and took a step back, muttering “this isn't over” under his breath before finally retreating into his car and speeding off.
