BBG • Anthony Davis• (ON HOLD)

XIV.

                  

"How could you?! I trusted you, you told me I was the only one." I shouted at Ant. Tears were streaming down my face, but I could care less how I looked. I was too focused on wanting to murder the 6'10  man standing in front of me.

"You are the only one." He walked towards me, making me step back away from him.

"I'm the only one huh? Then what was that Shaniqua, Sheila or whatever the fuck the name of that bitch was?! You're telling me that you had a one night stand with her after we had a fight? You telling me that this is how it's gonna be everytime we fight? You go and find a loosed pussy bitch to fuck with?" I marched towards him, throwing my fists at him.

I was livid, I wanted to kill both him and that stupid punk ass bitch.

"It was a mistake! I was drunk and she came up to me." He shielded his face with his arms.

"Fuck that I was drunk excuse. So if I got drunk and some guy came up to me and we had sex, that would be okay?" I stopped hitting him, finally feeling exhausted; physically, mentally and emotionally.

"Fuck no. He better keep that dick to himself." He cut his eyes at me.

"HAHAHAHAHA. You're one to speak. What a fucking hypocrite you are." I laughed.

He was looking at me like I lost my mind; laughing in such a serious situation. How can I not? I'm a joke  him right? So I should laugh.

"Tell me, have you slept with other women during our relationship?" I looked up at him.

He looks at me, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry, Ron." He whispers, looking at anywhere but me.

"You did! YOU FUCKING DID, YOU ASSHOLE."

"I'm so sorry." He whispers again, looking up at me. He had the nerve to look sad after what he did to me.

I marched towards him with the intent of giving him a piece of my mind. His glossy eyes followed my movement.

When I stood in front of his towering figure, I stomped on his foot hard. When he was bending down to aid his aching foot, I punched him in the nose.

Pain jolted through my arms, but that feeling was nothing compared to the hurt my heart was going through. After all this years of friendship and months of relationship, I stood by him throughout all his relationships, I was always on the side lines during his games. I was his personal cheerleader, cheering him on during games, pushing him to do better and encouraging him not to give up. But what did I expect? A guy like Anthony would not stay in relationship with a girl like me for long? Why would he? he has all the girls falling at his feet. He's an NBA player who could have any girl he wants, why would he stay with the fat plain Jane when he can have all those Ashleys and Melissas.

I stood there seething, trying to catch my breath. My throat was burning and constricting me from breathing. I held on to my chest, trying to suck in air into my lungs. Black dots started clouding my vision before I felt the wind knocked out of me and the feeling the impact of the hard tiled surface on my body.

"Baby? Baby? Wake up, wake up." I hear as hands were shaking my body awake.

I opened my eyes and sat up with a jolt, my heart was beating erratically out of my chest and my body was shaking.

I felt a hand rub up and down my arms and my hair being put up in to a ponytail. I looked at my surroundings, dark blue walls, black ceilings and picture frames of Anthony's family. I was in our bedroom, on the bed with Anthony's shirtless body right beside me.