Big Mistake

Spilled Waters

"There's always a certain time for anything at any given place. Just depends on the situation." -Yamesia

Three days later...

"Three more minutes!" Malcolm yelled out to his class. It was nearing closing time and he planned to have everyone out of the building before that time, especially one person in particular.

"Pick up the pace, Brielle, come on." He motivated while snapping his fingers, cascading around his class.

Everyone had to be on the treadmill for a certain amount of time, which was thirty brief minutes. The clock was ticking, and Malcolm wanted to go home, eat, and sleep. That had become his normal routine for the past few days.

It's been three days since Paris left for her aunt's house in Germany, and he still had no prior knowledge as to where she was. He was beginning to worry deeply because he could also not get in touch with her like he needed to.

But he's vowed to give her the space and continue to be the aid to Danielle, even if she didn't want him around her at all. She's even tried to get him to leave her house several times because she claim she needed no help from him.

She resents Malcolm even more for what he did to her best friend, but of course it's like an "I told you so" type of victory since Danielle warned her plenty of times. Even before they got deeper into their relationship three, almost four, long years ago.

Once the class finished their workout, Malcolm congratulated them on their progress and wished to see them the next day, energized and ready to work.

"Brielle." Malcolm called out. Brielle stood up from tying the lace to her shoes and walked towards Malcolm. A huge grin spread across her face sending venom-filled ice cold chills down Malcolm's spine.

Malcolm thought of how badly he needed to release his stressful life from the one person who refuses to get away. He cared none if he had to knock some sense into her, he made it his mission to do it tonight. Plus, if anything was to get out of hand, his recorder was in  his pocket catching everything they both said to each other.

Malcolm was also one step ahead of things. He informed the police of suspicion on someone being in his home and shooting his girlfriend's best friend. Deep down inside, he knew immediately that it had to have been Brielle.

She may seem sweet and innocent, but she's a snake with poisonous venom rushing through her veins.

"Hey Malcolm." She greeted happily. "Awesome workout today."

Sighing, he ran a sweaty palm down his face. "I got some bad news." He finally said.

Brielle eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "And?" He asked.

"I'ma have to cut you from the class, and personally... my life." Malcolm told her. At that moment, he knew things would be from hell there on out by the bitter look on her face.

But, he could be wrong because maybe Brielle wouldn't take things to the heart... maybe.

"What?!" Brielle yelled out, backing away from Malcolm in disgust. "Why?!"

Malcolm rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat. "You cause too much damn drama in my life. You tryin' too hard to give me yo' attention. I shoulda kept it at hi and bye, but I'm the damn dumb one. I'an finna' risk shit else wit' P. From this day on, I'on want no parts of you. Leave ma' buildin' now to make shit way less harder for you." Malcolm calmly demanded.