Lucky Number Seven

Tyson 21

"I think about the day I met, the perfect stranger. I think about us." The tears cascaded down my face as I listened to Kem. Why is it that every time someone breaks up the perfect song comes across the radio. The whole ride to my house I weighed our entire perfect relationship. Should I end it because of this one mistake or should I keep pressing on and tried and forget about it. All these thoughts were running through my head. When we finally got to my house I saw that my parents weren't there. Good I didn't need them in my business, anymore than they were. We sat outside until Tion and Seven pulled up behind us.

"You want me to come in with you?" Tiana asked.

"No I'm good we need to be alone. Thank you though." I could tell she really wanted to be there with me but this is something that we had to handle by ourselves. I watched Seven through the rear view mirror, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was just as nervous as I was. I watched as he took a deep breath and got out the car. I looked at Tiana who was watching Seven she rolled her eyes and got out. She said something to Seven and he rolled his eyes, I smiled slightly him and Tiana looked just alike with their facial expressions. Seven got to my car and knocked on the window.

"We going inside or staying out here?" He asked. The look in his eyes told me he was worried. Instead of answering I just got out the car and walked towards my house, I could feel him following. We got inside and I sat down in a chair. He sat down on the couch across from me.

"What happened Seven?" I asked. I needed to know, because that would help me with my decision.

"I don't know, I couldn't get in touch with you, and I got worried so I started drinking, then I started thinking all kind of crazy shit......."

"Like what?" I asked.

"That maybe you were with Fabian, and you were fucking him. I don't just crazy shit that I knew you would never do. But I was scared that you didn't love me anymore and that's why you didn't come to my game. So I got really drunk and Raymond started kissing on me and shit and I couldn't resist."

"So it was a drunken moment?"

"Yea I never meant to hurt you Ty I'm sor...." SMACK. I reached across the table and slapped the shit out of Seven. He jumped up holding his face. "TYSON WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN IS WRONG WITH ME." I said jumping up as well. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CHEATED ON ME, WITH RAYMOND OF ALL PEOPLE." I said punching him in the chest. I could see the anger building in his eye, Seven hated being hit by anybody. But there was one thing he hated more and that was hurting me.

"Yo Tyson quit fucking hitting me." Seven said through clenched teeth. But I keep hitting him in the chest, until he grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Seven let me go." I cried. I could feel his shirt getting soaked with my tears.

"No." He said quietly. "Ty I'm so sorry I hurt you, but this isn't how were going to fix it. Let's be adults and talk about it." I couldn't find my voice I just cried in his chest. "Let's stay together." He sang into my ear tears running down his face as well. I still couldn't talk so I just nodded. "I love you Tyson."

"Fuck you Seven." I laughed. He kissed my head and started walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"To handle something I'll be back later."

After he left I went and got on my computer I needed a distraction. I got on Facebook and went to Raymond's page I was about to remove him from my friends list when I saw that he added some more pictures. I tried to ignore them but I couldn't. I clicked on the album and started going through the photos. I went through about 50 pictures from the game most of them were of him and his rainbow crew, then I started noticing they started becoming more focused on the game...... well one person in the game a player with the number seven on his back. I kept going through the pictures and they turned into pictures from a party. Nothing really to bad I saw that I had five more pictures. Almost done. The first picture was Raymond standing behind Seven with his hands on his shoulders, Seven looked drunk as fuck. The second was of him sitting on Seven's lap. The third was of him and Seven kissing. The fourth was of them walking upstairs. And the final picture top them all. A picture of Seven with no shirt on and Raymond in a bra and panty set hugged up sleeping. I felt the tears again seeing the pictures made it more real than hearing about it. I grabbed my phone and called Seven.

"What's up." He said. For the longest time I was quiet. "Ty what's wrong?" I could feel the tears drenching my shirt. "Yo Tyson whats wrong?"

"Seven...... it's over."