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21/Ch. 13

"Rakim!"

Even though yelling makes my head ache more, I had it coming. Who forgets their long-term boyfriend's birthday that they've been with for 6 years!

"I'm out," he called out.

He's gone.

I ran to get my phone and dialed his number. No answer the first 3 calling periods. Finally, he answered....well, Brandon did.

"Wassup."

"I wanna talk to Rakim."

"He don't feel like talking. He ain't looking too good."

"I just wanna--"

"Nah. Let him cool down. He'll call you later."

"Make sure he does."

I heard the phone get snatched.

"YOU A SELFISH ASS BITCH!! I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED, AND YOU ACT LIKE I CAN'T GET A DAMN DAY TO MY FUCKING SELF!!! I'M FUCKING DONE WITH THIS SHIT, HOE! 6 FUCKING YEARS! ALL OF IT WASTED ON YO HOE ASS!"

"I'm sorry. I've--"

"YEAH,'I' RIGHT?! ALL ABOUT YOUR OWN FUCKING SELF!"

With that, he hung up.

All of this shit that's been on my mind, I forgot to focus in on reality. Maybe we do need a break.

To Bae😄😘💖:

I'm packing everything to leave, if that's what you really want. I'll try to be out by the time you come back. Just fuck the last 6 years. I still love you, tho.

I took a bath to calm my headache. I started to pack everything, but felt an urge to check my phone. I've been in the tub for almost 3 hours. Within that time frame, I've received 7 missed calls and 14 texts from Rakim's phone.

Phone Call: (Italictized-Rakim)(Quotes-Me)

"Hello?"

What you doing?

"Just got out the tub. I'm starting to pack."

Oh.

"You're gonna stay out all day?"

I guess. I don't have a reason to come home.

"Oh."

There was a long pause on the phone. Like the only thing we want is each other's presence.

I love you, too.

"Huh?"

Your text earlier.

"Oh, yeah."

Another moment of silence.

"I have to get finished with everything. I'll talk to you some other time."

Alright. Bye.

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"You fucked up big time."

Rakim grabbed both of my wrists and walked me to the wall.

"I'm almost done pack--"

He smashed his lips into mines. Just when I thought the makeout session was over, he bit/pulled my lip with his teeth. After that, he moved down to my neck.

"Fuuuuck." He knows exactly how to treat my sweet spot.

"Shut up. Don't say shit unless I tell you to. Don't move, either."

He removed his right hand from my wrist and scooped up my thigh with it, making it curl around him.

"Mmmmm."

He pinched his nails into my thigh and bit my neck.

"Don't say shit."

He smacked my thigh and told me to hop up on him. I did what he said with no complaint. He threw me on the bed,sat beside me, and told me to strip.

"Right now, damnit!"

He's lucky that he's the birthday boy.

I started to hip roll with the beat of Practice - Drake playing in my head. I took off my shirt and bra, but he stopped when I only had on my underwear left.

"Climb on top of me."

He started to lay back as he felt the weight of my knees shifting the bed. He grabbed my ass and French kissed my lips.

He pulled his Mista-Mista through the hole of his boxers.

"Move your panties to the side."

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Right when he was gonna slam me down, I woke up to the front door slamming shut.

Rakim's here?

I opened my eyes and saw darkness out the window. How long have I been sleep?

I staggered onto my feet and followed the voices of laughter. When I made it to the living room, I saw Brandon, Paul, Rakim, and girls on each lap, except Rakim's (2 for Paul).

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

Everybody jumped as I startled them my way.

"The fuck, Rakim!"