Delusional Love (Trey Songz, Carmelo Anthony, Bria Murphy Love Story)

How Do I?

Taj

I woke up the next morning smelling breakfast. I rolled over to an empty side of the bed, then remembered what went down last night. I got up and grabbed me some clean clothes and briefs and got in the shower. When I got out, Roc was on the bed watching TV. I was only in my briefs but I saw her staring and biting her lips.

"Your breakfast is on your nightstand." She said as I lotioned up

"I'll get to it when I get to it." I said with my back to her

"Taj?" She said lowly, "I'm just gonna be honest with you. I did cheat on you-" I didn't even give her the chance to speak cause I couldn't believe the shit I was hearing, "Are you going to listen?"

"I don't wanna hear it Raquel."

I was beyond pissed, last thing I'd expect from her is to cheat on me. Whoever this guy she messing with, I'ma find out who he is and it's gonna be hell for both of them. I needed to get away from her for I same some stuff I might regret. I got dressed in my sweat suit grabbed my gym bag and went walking. I put my headphones in and turned on my Biggie playlist blasting his first two albums Ready 2 Die, and Life After Death. Sitting back at the park benches thinking, I came across the question in my mind again. Why out of all people did Raquel have to be the one to do some shit like this? Just doesn't add up. I wonder how long ago or if this is still going on at that. Shit, my child, I hope that I'm the father of that baby, if I'm not, I'll never forgive Raquel for this. Still stuck on why she had to be the one to do this to me. My thoughts were interrupted by Ray calling me.

"Hello?" I anwered

"Taj, where you at? The game starts in 15 minutes."

"Damn, I'm on my way." I said getting up and running full sprint to the courts.I didn't even realize how long I was sitting there, deep in thoughts about all of this. I gotta stay focused for this tournament, but I know if Raquel shows up, despite the fact she cheated she's still there, but if she isn't then I know where we stand.

"Finally." Tim, my cousin said. Tim is finishing up his Senior year at Abraham Lincoln High School. He's currently being scouted by Michigian. I know he'll make it and his Dad would be happy for him. My Uncle Tim Sr passed in Tim's Sophmore year on the night of their first play-off game. He's been on Varsity since his Freshman year. I'm guiding him to live his dream unlike me.

"Boy shush and go put up some shots." I said

"What's up?" Toure asked

"She did it."

"Stop lying."

"I would if I could." I sat down lacing up my jordans

"I can't believe she did it."

"Glad I'm not the only one." I sighed heavily

"Sorry bout your relationship bruh, but get focused for me for this game."

"I'll try." I said stretching

As tip off was about to happen, I saw her walk in and sit in the bleachers wearing the shirt she made a while back for the game. As the whistle blew we got possession of the ball. Ray took the ball up and passed it to Tim who went for a dunk. I gave him five as we defended our basket. That's when I noticed who we were playing, one of my competetions from High School, Lawrence James (LeBron James). Out of all the games we played in school from 6th to 12th he has only won 3 games, the rest I own, but he bulked up over time. Toure got the robound off the missed shot and passed it to me as I shot the 3 and hit nothing but net. Ray stole the ball and Ooped it to Toure. As halftime approached, the score was 36-28. We had a 8 point lead but we had to finish it. Ray inbounded the ball to me as I dribbled up the court and crossed over to my left, between my legs back to the right spinning the the basket with a lay up. This was too easy. The lead became a little bigger, but as I got the ball and dribbled towards the basket, spinning I heard a loud pop sound before falling to the ground with pain.