"Baby, can you bring my phone from upstairs?" Jamal yelled from the kitchen.
I ran up the stairs to get his ringing phone from off the bed. I answered it; yes, I answered it cause that's my nigga and we've been together for 2 years.
"Hello?" I sat on the bed.
"Hey Tamia, is Jamal there?" I guess she got me confused for his younger sister.
"This isn't Tamia. This is Brea, his girlfriend. Who is this?" She immediately began to laugh.
"Tamia stop playing, you know who this is, who the fuck is Brea? Put Jamal on the phone." I looked at the phone.
"This is Brea, Jamal's girlfriend, who is this?" I stood up.
"Oh!" she said surprised, "I'm Kyona, his girl. I don't know how long you and him been fuckin' around, but that's my nigga so please find another home to wreck." This bitch must not know who she talking to.
Before I could say anything, Jamal walked in.
"Baby, What's ta-"
"WHO THE FUCK IS KYONA?!" I yelled throwing the phone at him.
"Bre-" I held my hand up.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and Jamal leaned on the door frame.
"Who is Kyona?"
"She is my ex."
"Ex? According to her, y'all still got a thing going on. So, you still fuck with her?"
He wiped his hand down his face. "Yes."
As bad as I wanted to reach over for my taser that was on my nightstand, I remained calm.
"How long?"
"8 months." I nodded and shook my head. I got off the bed, grabbing my jacket and keys off of the table.
When I regained composure, I softly spoke, "When I get back, I want you gone. All your shit. Everything you gave me, all of it needs to be gone. Leave the keys under the mat after you lock the door. Never come back. Don't call me asking how I am doing, I'm fine. Just go."
I walked down stairs and left the house, with no intentions of saying another word.
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Even The Heartless Have Hearts
RomanceBrea Newton, 20, has been heartbroken, lied to, and nothing ever seems to go right. She has her eye on one thing and one thing only, redeeming herself and focusing on the money.
