Big Mistake

Time to Forgive?

"There's always a time to lie, a time to cry, a time to be left alone, and a time to smile and pretend you wanna have fun. But... the main ingredient in repairing a relationship is forgiveness." -Yamesia

What's wrong wit' you?" Malcolm asked her, but he already knew the answer.

"Get rid of her." Paris spoke, playing around with the rice in her bowl.

"Get rid of who?" Malcolm asked, trying to sound dumbfounded.

She slammed her bowl on the counter, getting angry by the second. "That Brielle bitch! Her lyin' ass!! Get rid of the ho before I do!" She yelled at him.

Malcolm sighed, getting down from the stool, making his way over to his girlfriend.

Her chest heaved up and down heavily as she looked into her boyfriend's eyes.

"Bae, calm down, aight? I gotchu, you ain't even gotta worry about her no more." He said, trying to console her.

She forcefully pushes him back, making Malcolm stumble a bit.

"Fuck that! You say that same bullshit every damn time and it never works! Your words are just that...words! Words that'll never come true. When you tell that looney bird to get lost, she's gonna come back. That's what all the crazy bitches who like you do!"

"No she won't. I got-"

"You ain't got shit under control. That girl has a big ass crush on you and yo' ass know it! She'll be back, and once she does come back, I'll be waiting on that ass fist and foot. You better tell that ho about me, or I will be at yo' job or her front porch." Paris threatened.

Malcolm stayed quiet for a bit because he knew she meant business, he knew Paris wouldn't think twice about causing a scene, but all he needed to do was keep his future wife level headed before she caused any destruction.

"P, look at me." Malcolm calmly spoke, raising her chin up to his face. "I got this. I'ma make sure she doesn't come around anymore, P, I swear."

Paris bit down nervously on her lip, thinking about how this would probably play out like last time.  She didn't need nor what a repeat, but if Brielle tried anything, she swears before God himself that he saves her. 

"Okay." She nodded, finally relaxing herself.

Waking out of her sleep, she wiped from the soaking sweat from all around her face and upper body. She was having another dream about an argument her and Malcolm had the month before.

It's amazing how things can spiral out of control within a month of time. Time waits for no for sure, and now Paris was realizing that fact.

The arguments they had before were beginning to replay over and over in her head at night, and she even dreamed of them having different conversations regarding the same situation, but with a different outcome. Things needed to change, but she didn't know where to start and how to actually approach Malcolm about it.

When a man says something to a woman, something that may tie at the heart stings in a good or bad way, they never realize how badly that sticks to her brain and the effects it has on her from that day on.