Pop Life: Volume 3

Chapter 22

Marcus came back with two coffees in his hand. From the smirk on his face I felt like he had spiked one if not both of them.

  "Here we are. Two blacks extra sugar." He said sitting the coffees down and taking a seat across from me.

I never wanted to take my eyes off of his hands so I just let him think that I was afraid of him. Now that I can read his game from a mile away on the inside I knew every trick in the book. The explosion has made me grow some tough skin. Now was my chance to prove it.

  "So what's been up since you and the pretty boy called it quits? What happen? Sex was terrible?" He said with a chuckle.

I played with the hot coffee cup and thought about my answer.

  "He's been busy since you put his friend in the hospital. We got into a fight a few days later. He stopped sleeping with me after that."

I hope he bought this lie because this is the most semi-fabricated story that had ever come out of my mouth.

  "Busy doin' what fuckin more bitches?" Marcus asked.

  "Since when are you so interested about what happened between us anyway? You tried to kill all of us remember?"

  "Not all y'all. Just him."

  "Why? You came at him first Marcus?" I sneered.

  "Actually he came after me first."

  "He had a good reason Marcus you tried to rape me and I told him about it after you showed up with Dez."

  "Did ya really have to tell him?  I mean just because I tried don't mean I actually did it."

  "Marcus it doesn't matter you did what you did and he wanted to kill you."

  "It wasn't any his business."

  "You were still in his house!"

Marcus sat back in the chair and folded his hands on the table. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes.

  "I know the real story Regan it's written on that smutty face of yours."

I almost wanted to panic but I couldn't show him anything emotionally.

"Then please Marcus give me the real story! I really wanna know what it is!" I said to him smugly and leaned across the table towards him.

Marcus smiled and tapped his finger against the cool metal table top.

"You missed me. You couldn't be without me anymore so you came to your senses and left the little boy and called for a real man."

"You seem really full of yourself to think that Marcus. You sure you really changed?" I asked him hoping to make his ego bigger Than it already is.

"Well truthfully doll face that's why you called me. Admit it Regan you missed what we used to be."

"What me being constantly abused and cheated on or the fact that you've tried to rape me and having me afraid of you? Yeah really miss the good old days."

"Alright you want an apology I'll give it to ya."

"That's not what I want from you Marcus and you know it!"

"Then what it is?"

"You know what I want. I want you to leave me alone."

"You had me come all the way down here to tell me that?"

"Yes because running away from you is no longer an option. You've ruined my college experience as well as a perfectly solid relationship with Prince! Because of you he never what's to see he again! "

"You mean you actually loved that pansy ass? Better yet you expected him to love you???? Girl you really are a stupid fuck!"

"Shut up Marcus!"

"Nah you really are! You left me because you said I was the one that ruined your life but you got kicked to the curb by a long haired midget in heels! There's something wrong with you baby. It ain't me. Shit be glad anybody was willing to touch ya ass."

The game was working. I was beaming on the inside. All I had to do was push that button for him to lose it and before long this will be all over. He kept rambling on about how I should have known not to leave him and that I made a mistake coming home and all that jazz. Little does he know Mo and the guys are back in a van someplace listening to all of this. I was coming up with more ideas to make it seem real. I decided to make myself cry to make it seem like he was hurting my feelings. That would be my cue to give him the chance to chase me. I stuck my finger slowly under my chair where a small sharp piece of metal was sticking out and pushed as hard as I could against my skin so that I could muster up a few tears before my final 'dramatic exit'. I finally stabbed myself hard enough to get the tears flowing and just as the fell from my eyes Marcus stopped talking.

"Whatcha cryin for now? All I said was the truth. No man wants a weak girl like you. Nobody....but me."

He snaked his tongue out of his mouth as his eyes got darker than usual.

"I can't do this with you anymore!" I shouted getting up from the table.

"There you go again! Run away little mouse! Give the cat somethin to chase." He shouted.

I took off up at least a block when I looked back to find Marcus following. I started to run down another few blocks to shake him off but every time I looked back he was on my heels. I started to run faster hoping to lose him but he was still tailing me like an animal ready to catch its meal. Before I could get to the next block the van that Mo and the guys were in pulled up to the red light at the corner. Andre was signaling me to get in before Marcus saw. I blended in as best as I could with the other crossing pedestrians and made it to the waiting van. Prince and Dez pulled me inside and once the light had turned green we pulled away. Mo drove up another two blocks and dropped me off by an abandoned building.

"Alright mouse! This is the final spot. He's on his way here. We'll be right back. Stick to the plan!"

I gave him a thumbs up and off he drove. I turned to find Marcus from a block away pushing through the sea of people making his way towards me. No turning back now. This is it.