I'm in shock. My face is hot as hell. But I got to stay classy. Not letting him over power me. I give a small forced smile and I know my dad can tell I'm upset.
I finally choke some words out. "Dad....Can you...." I stagger to finish. I can't believe this. "Can you give us some privacy please."
He gets up from the couch."Sure, sweetie...I just ordered some pizza...I'll go pick it up."
SWEETIE? HE ORDERED PIZZA!? WTF! HE'S NOT NO DAMN GUEST!
"Okay...dad" I say giving him hard side glance as he passes by me. I stand there waiting for him to leave the house. I hear him grab his keys and slam the door shut. When I hear his car pull off the lot I go off.
"Why the fuck are you here at my damn house!? Who the fuck do you think you are!? OMG! You had to come the hell here!" I try to calm myself down but I'm SO furious. "Why the hell are you just standing there! Say something!"
He gets up off of our chocolate leather couch and stands in front of me. "Sweetie, I love you and I need you. Your my first love"
Nigggaaaa! Omg!
"First of all, I'm not your baby, sweetie or boo. Second, you never loved me or you wouldn't of cheated on your "sweetie". Your lucky I'm not one of those chics who stays home and cries in bed all night. Or who try to ruin your life. I'm not like that! You live your life and I'll live mine. I got a man now. ONE WHO I KNOW WILL ALWAYS BE FAITHFUL! So get your raggedy thug ass out of my house! N.O.W.!"
"Baby, I'm sorry"
This crap is giving me flash backs.
Raheem was always really popular. He was FINE. NO LIE. He was light skin with big juicy full lips. Sexy didn't even describe him. He had muscles and was so funny. He was always swagged out. Snap back and baggy jeans. He could make anyone laugh. All the girls wanted him. I was surprised when he talked to me for the first time. I didn't have a crush or anything, I just didn't think I was his type. Everyone he dated was really ghetto and ratchet. All were hoes. I was a classy type girl. Not always wearing snap-backs and shortie shorts. Not that anything is wrong with that.He usually went for the dark dark girl. When he saw me he said I was his caramel chocolate delight because I was light skin. He assumed I was rican. But I'm just black. My mom was light skin like me.After that we started dating.
When the incident happened it was the beginning of Sophomore year. I went by Raheem's house to give him a ride to school. I should have left him then. What kind of man has his girlfriend drive him around. Anyway, when I unlocked the door he was in his room on his bed on top of this nasty chic... I was so in shock. I am sad and disappointed. He saw me and his eyes lid up. He jumped out the bed to try and explain. I didn't yell or cry. I just walked out the room STILL strong and drove to school as a regular day. Of course he tried to keep calling me. My dad said I had to eventually answer. I did.
Ra-Ra: Baby, I'm sorry...
Me: I am too.
Then, I hung up and I haven't spoken to him until today. And he's saying the same thing he said to me on the phone that day. I know why he cheated too. Because I didn't want to give it up yet and he wanted some. He never said it but there's a first chance for everything.
"Get out my house, Now Raheem! I will NEVER forgive you. Now leave. I don't even know why my dad let you in!"
"Collins please! Give me another chance! You moved up here in whitiesville and you forgot about me!"
Dumbass.
"That was the point! I wanted to forget about you! You cheated!"
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Without You (Under Editing)
Dla nastolatków"I thought I could do it, Joshua. I thought I could try to erase you from my memory like you never existed and try to forget what we had. But I couldn't do it. I can't go on. Without You."
