Thickums and The Thug

8

2 months later

"Can you guys hang the painting over the fireplace." I said to the movers.

After me and Anthony had sex I realized something. All though  him walking away from me hurt me. I know he was telling the truth. i fall two easily and whether he meant to or not, August really hurt me. I needed to focus on me, so I picked myself off of that floor, wiped my face and started house hunting. I moved out after a month and started "soul searching". I started trying new things and doing what I like to do. I started going to a group called 'Woman Up' made up of women who talk about their problems and we just empower each other. I found out i really like art, hence the painting that is now adorning my wall.

I was scared at first but this felt nice. Having something for yourself that you earned and it's not anyone else's. The satisfaction I get from just saying the word, "my" in front of the word, "house".

After the movers left I was able to relax. I just wanted to take some time to myself.

Just as I was about to sit down my phone started ringing. It was an unknown number.

Making a face, I answer the phone .

"Hello"

....

"Look I don't pay my phone bill for niggas to be playing on my phone. So if you got something you want to say, say it." I said being fed up.

I hear a familiar dark chuckle and immediately tense up.

" This is how you answer the phone now Noble?" He said with that voice I grew to hate.

"How the fuck did you get my number Justin?" I say , now standing, pacing my living room floor.

"Who the fuck are you talking to Noble? A nigga gone for a little bit and you forget how to act. Don't make me have to stroll up in that nice ass hour you just bought." He said, making me run to start checking that all the doors and windows were locked.

"How do you even know where I am?" I asked genuinely scared.

"I always keep tags on what's mine.
And baby when we meet you gonna be in a load of trouble." He said to me.

"What are you talking about Justin?" I say genuinely confused.

"So you gonna act like you not out giving my pussy away " he says chuckling

I take a deep breath before replying.
"I'm not yours and this isn't your pussy. Im not getting back with you and stop calling me , you got me fucked up Justin" I yelled

"We'll see" is all he says before hanging up.

I immediately block the number , before making my way to my room.

Stripping down I go into the bathroom and start up the shower. Not wasting anytime I hop in . I put my head under the spray and think about what my life has become.

Clutching my chest I sink down to the floor afraid of what will happen.

I sob thinking about my life and how fucked up it's been.

I miss my babies, I miss my family.

I am genuinely unhappy.

I look over towards the razor on my shower shelf and sadly smile to myself. Reaching over to grab it I close my eyes thinking that I will soon be with my babies.