**Karen's P.O.V**
I throw the last of his stuff out the window and it lands on the front steps. Clothes scattered every where on the ground and people watch from a far. I wave at them before closing my window.
You think your just gonna cheat on me and get away with it?
He got me fucked up. The bitch that he fucked got me fucked up and if he thinks I'm just going to lay around and cry about it, he really don't know me.
I was so stupid to actually think nothing happened that night with him. That he was this innocent person. And that bitch? Yeah, I got something for her ass too.
I walk out the front door and pick up the water-hose. Turning it on, I water the lawn including his clothes. Since his car isn't here, I couldn't break his windows and spray paint it. So I'll just enjoy the October weather and do his laundry.
I hope you had fun, Charles. I really do.
When I got home that night, I was so frustrated and tired that I didn't know what to do.
But I didn't cry.
He don't deserve my tears. And I'm pretty sure if he's planning on having sex with that hoe again, he'll be looking at what these hands did to her "perfect" face.
Mud starts to form in the grass and I turn the water off for a second. Picking up his clothes, I drop them in the mud and step on them. Mud and dirt splashes onto my jeans but I don't care. People start to crowd around and watch.
"See this," I said pointing at his clothes and stuff covered in mud. "This is what crazy bitches like me do to cheating niggas like him."
I point down the street at a angry Charles and next to him stands Emily. Grabbing the water-hose again I wait until they come over.
"What the hell are you doing!?" He shouts at me.
He shoves people out the way and makes his way towards me. Emily follows behind him, getting the full view of the whole scene.
"I'm washing your clothes," I answer. "I thought you'd like it air dried a little."
His face turns red with anger and I cross my arms.
"You need to take your Shit and get the hell off my property," I state. "And take the hoe with you."
Emily walks around Charles and I turn the hose on. I spray her first and the pressure from the hose, knocks her off her feet. Charles steps back out of the way and I continue to spray her ass.
He turns to walk off but I catch him off guard. Holding up his arms he tried to shield himself but I aim for his brand new Jordans and then for the rest of his body. I drop the hose; taking in deep, angry breaths.
"You, just like like her, ain't Shit!" I shout and I shove him. He stumbles backwards before regaining his balance. "I loved you, you selfish bastard! And you go off and fuck this!?"
I draw my foot back and send it straight to the side of her stomach. She cries out in pain and I look back at Charles.
"You don't deserve me and you never will," I state. The tears sting my eyes and I turn to go. "Get your Shit or I'll get it for you. And when I get it, your gonna watch me set it on fire."
I look back at him for the last time. His eyes are red and angry.
There he is.
The man I called myself loving.
"You ain't see Shit yet, Charles. Trust me."
And I close the door behind me.
