His Fiancé

Moves, Maneuvers and Roundabouts

Anthony POV

Feeling the empty space of our once shared house, I laid back on my back as I stared at the ceiling.

Since the day Renee left me, I have been patiently waiting here for the cops to pull up and arrest me.

At this point, I had no one on my side in the city of Atlanta. Surrendering wasn't my cup of tea however my gig was up.

All my moves, maneuvers and roundabouts were all taken up and there was literally nothing left for me to do here.

  I had no one to back me up if I made a move, I had no people to protect me if I needed to hide.

  Renee believe it or not was my shield that kept me in line and now that she was gone it was like my purpose on this earth had left with her..

All the years I spent chasing behind her...
You know my repeated saying by now...

Breaking up the brotherhood.
Losing my job.
Losing my reputation.

It all seemed worth it for her because I loved her and I wanted to be anything for her.

Seeing her walk out the door, seeing the hatred in her eyes before she walked out of the door..

   It made me replay everything in my life that had gone wrong. Everything I did, everyone I betrayed became for no reason as Renee had chosen to leave me.

  Hurting her with killing her best friend, I know I will never be able to repair that.

I would never be able to fix that pain.

    Even though Karlie was a nuisance, she meant something to Renee and I took it away from her. The reason Renee fell in love with me was because I always gave her what she wanted.

I never took anything from her. I never forced her to do anything, or forced her to become anything for me.

I was everything Trey was not..until a month ago.

  I was just like him to her now and I loathed the very thought that I was. Nothing could be done for me to fix this and for her to forgive me. Nothing besides-

..Pausing, I sat up aggressively as I swung me feet off the bed and over to the closet. Shoving my sneakers on, I snatched my keys off the dresser before jogging down the steps and to my car outside.

    Leaving my house, I barely locked it as I pranced down the steps and got into my car. Turning it on, I didn't even let it heat up all the way before backing out and driving out of our neighborhood.

  Merging onto the highway my impulsive thoughts overrode my logical thoughts as I sped down the curvy freeway.

  Coming off the exit, I came to a fast stop before cutting someone off to make the green light.