Deception

Miss Me?

FUCK! It was late at night, no one answered there phone. Not even Michelle. I guess she fell asleep. She always replied to me. I couldn't sleep. I wondered where my boyfriend was. He was the only one I could think about. Where was he? Why did he not answer my calls? Did he even care to know if I was okay? I asked my self all types of questions. I came to the decision that I would go look for him. I knew exactly where he would be. He tweets about everything, even his location. He was supposably at a kickback at one of his boy's house. That was my destination. I had to see him. I had to get away from this house. I was determined to sneak out tonight. I've done it plenty of times before. Just had to be up before my dad woke up for work in the morning. 4 A.M. I had 2 hours. I would be back way before then. His friend didn't live that far just a couple of blocks. No one would ever know.

I felt like I had been walking for ages. It was only 4:15. I still had plenty of times when I reached my destination. José's house. I hadn't been here in forever. Me and him actually used to be pretty cool when we were younger. We fell off hard. He used to be cool with my brother, but well lets just say things change. People aren't who you think they are. I figured I could get in, find Tonio, and get out just like that.

Boy was I wrong. Completely drunk people, creeps, and hating ass bitches. I did my best not to draw attention to myself, but people were everywhere. Bumping me from left to right. I was tired. Then this bitch had the nerve to push me from behind. "Umm excuse you!" I said with an attitude. I was done with the bullshit. "Bitch, excuse you!"She said. She was obviously drunk. The bitch even had the nerve to put her hand in my face. Helllllll NO! I pushed the bitches hand out my face. She grabbed my hair and before you know it I was on the floor on top of her punching her. Nobody grabs my hair. Well only my boyfriend ofcourse, but this sloppy excuse for a bitch hell no. Next thing I know someone was trying to grab me off of her. So I did like she did and grabbed her hair. It came off. The bitch had on a wig. I couldn't help, but laugh. I laughed so hard. I even forgot that someone was caring me away. By the time I realized it was Antonio I was in the kitchen. We were alone it was just the two of us. "What are you doing here?" He said. He had a slight attitude. I kind of ignored it. "I came to see you.."I told him "My ma told me we were about to..." I didn't even finish my sentence before he cut me off. "I didn't tell you to come here. Like you just pop up out of nowhere. Who in the hell does that. You seem like some type of stalker bitch."He said. The fuck oh no the hell he didn't I walked my ass all the way up here to see him and he is coming at me like I did wrong. No nigga. "Umm, I called you. You didn't answer your phone. What was I suppose to do. I wanted to see you. I have something to tell you. You're suppose to be my boyfriend, and your treating me like another one of these bitches out here."I told him. "BOYFRIEND?"A unfimilar voice in the background said. It would be another bitch. "T.I.P, I know you don't call yourself going with this hoe."She said. Oh hell no. She call me a hoe? Whoever this bitch was she was about to catch it. I turned to the bitch. "Oh hell no bitch, I know damn well you didn't . . . . Mi... Mi... Michelle...!" I was at lost for words. I didn't know what to think nor what to say. I just stood there with a blank look on my face. 

Michelle, my ride of die. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe this was just a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. I wanted to cry right there. Infront of both of them. My boyfriend was stepping out on me with my bestfriend. I don't really blame him, he never met Michelle. Michelle knew all about Antonio. I made sure of it. She was my bestfriend. I trusted her. Not only did he play me, but she played me harder. I didn't know what to do. I could feel the tear run down my cheek. "Zy, it's not what you think. We just chillin'." He said. Hell No, they weren't just chilling. Neither one of them answered there phone. I didn't know what to say. He stepped close to me, even tried to touch my phone. I swatted his hand away from me. "Miss me with the lies. I don't wanna hear what you got to say. I don't wanna hear the bullshit."I told him then I turned back to Michelle. "Your dumb mop head ass better not ever talk to me again. Thinking you cute knowing damn well you're the reincarnated version of ronald mcdonald." In the background I heard someone singing "Old Macdonald had a farm E.I.E.I.O and on that farm he fucked your friend and U.O.E.N.O." I turned around and kicked him. Straight in the nuts. I didn't care. He fell to the floor, and just like that I was gone. I was done with this life. I was ready to move no one could stop me.

I ran around the corner. I was posted. I slide down the wall, and began to cry. I felt betrayed. No one understand how I felt. No one even stopped to make sure I was okay. No one cared. That's how it was in New York. Everyone was worried about themself. I wanted out. It was real this time. I never wanted to return to this life. I just wanted a fresh start. No one needed to know about it. I was ready to pack my bags and leave. Florida was my new destination. Honestly I was feeling it. Fuck New York and All the fake ass people around here. 

I made my way home. I got in just before anyone woke up. I got in my bed, and pretended I was sleep. My daddy soon came in to check on me to make sure everything was alright. I heard him shut my window. Then he came and kissed me on the forehead like he did every morning. He made me feel a little better. Atleast I knew he cared to make sure I was alright. I didn't sleep that much that night. All I could do was cry, and think about how much they betrayed me.