This is the sequel and trilogy to Heart Ain't a Brain. If you haven't, read that first!
They say don't fall in love, it's a mistake.
The trajectory of one's life can change in the blink of an eye. So what happens when a series of tragic events chan...
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Raelle
He can't love you like I love you He can't fuck you like I fuck you Whoever it is can't handle you
"Dominic, we need to talk about this!" I stressed as I followed him through the apartment into Daniel's bedroom where he had been sleeping for the past three months. We had just gotten back from Boston and he was falling back into the routine of acting like I didn't exist.
To say I was confused would be an understatement. Our trip was filled with sweet moments of us showing each other genuine love and understanding, so for him to be acting like nothing ever happened made my heart ache.
"We don't need to talk about shit Raelle." He dismissed with a wave of his hand as he placed his duffle bag onto the bed before beginning to unpack it.
"So us sleeping together while in Boston meant nothing to you?" I asked, hearing my voice crack as I could no longer hide the pain I was feeling. He had been so warm and affectionate with me while we made love into the midnight hour each night that we had been in Boston. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear as if the world was ending and he wanted me to know just how much I meant to him. Now he was cold and detached like none of it ever happened.
"Nah it don't. You just pussy to me." He spoke coldly, making my heart drop to my stomach as a gasp left my lips.
"W-What?" I choked out not being able to form a complete sentence. He wouldn't give me eye contact as he busied himself around the room throwing his clothes into the hamper and placing the clean ones back in their places.
"You heard me Raelle. It was a moment of weakness because I felt bad for you crying over shit you asked to be a part of!" He said his voice rising in volume with each word he spoke. "It ain't mean shit to me so get the fuck outta my face!" He spat making me visibly recoil like he had just smacked me in the face with his words. I couldn't help the tears that were now falling down my cheeks while looking at the man who once had my heart.
"What the fuck is your problem?! You're giving me mixed signals and I'm tired of this shit! You won't answer my questions about what we are! You won't go to counseling with me!" I yell feeling all the emotions I had been trying to push down for the past month coming to the surface. Angry that he was speaking to me this way, sad that he seemed to not care anymore, and hurt that he would ever say I was just pussy to him.
"What do you want me to do Dominic? How can I fix this? I'll do whatever you want me to." I cried helplessly, taking steps to get closer to him but he continued backing away from me like I was poisonous as he gave me a look of disgust.
"I don't want shit from you anymore. Boston was a mistake and that's my bad because I shouldn't have given you any hope that shit is sweet between us." He spoke while gathering his things for a shower. "Just get out Raelle." He sighed as he turned to look at me standing in the middle of the room with a look of desperation on my face. I was trying to fight but he was pushing me away.
