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ᴰⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳ: ᵃˡᵒᵗᵒᶠᵖᵒᵛᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉˢ
"I been told you I wasn't sleeping in your bed or on your couch. I know what the fuck you and Kayson be doing," I said to Kaliyah, side-eyeing her as I threw myself back on her chair.
"I change my sheets, bitch," she shot back, rolling her eyes.
"And I know you do, but still no."
She laughed, shaking her head like she wasn't about to argue, then picked up her phone. The way she held it, I could tell she was about to call him.
"What the fuck," she muttered, screwing her face up like she was ready to throw hands with the screen.
"What happened?"
"This nigga not answering his phone, and his location says no location found."
"His phone probably dead," I said, not really giving a damn. I already knew Kayson couldn't handle all her crazy.
"Mhm," she replied, typing fast as fuck. She had the devil in her fingers, and I already felt bad for Kayson. She was definitely about to go off.
I stood up, leaving her to plot her revenge, and went to grab my phone off the charger. My iPad had been my best friend these past few days, so I wasn't even pressed to check my notifications, but something told me to look anyway.
I unlocked my screen, scrolling through random shit before I saw it.
CashApp. "You spent $5.99 on Apple."
Them greedy-ass people always taking my money. My account was already looking funny.
But then I saw her name.
Nalani🎀.
My chest immediately tightened. I clicked on the notification, and this long-ass paragraph loaded. I wasn't even ready for it, but I read every word.
Amare, I'm done. I'm done with this. I can't keep doing this shit with you, for real. Every time you come back, I just end up hurting. I end up looking like a damn fool. And I've been trying to act like it's cool, but it's not. It's not cool. You say you care, but actions speak louder than words, and I've seen nothing but bullshit from you. You just come around when it's convenient for you. I'm tired of it. You've been playing me for so long, I don't even know who the fuck you are anymore. Honestly, I'm not even mad at you. I'm mad at myself for letting this go on for as long as it has. For letting you back in every damn time like an idiot. I'm not your backup plan. I'm not your second choice. And I'm damn sure not someone you can just hit up whenever the fuck you want and then drop when you're done. You told me two days ago that you only wanted me. I knew not to believe that shit. You have a whole fucking boyfriend, Amare. Don't sit here and act like you don't. And then you get mad when I call you out, but you're the one playing games. I've been good to you. I've been real with you, but you keep playing with my time. I'm done. I don't need this. I need to be happy, and I can't be that with you always dragging me back into your bullshit. You know damn well I can't keep letting you put me in the middle of this mess. I ain't that type of girl, and you ain't gonna keep having me in this drama. I don't want you to come back. I don't want to go back to how things were. I need space. I need to focus on myself, because you sure as hell ain't helping me with that. I'm letting go for good this time. No more games. No more lies. This is it.
