Your All Isn't Good Enough💋🔫

What's Done Comes Out Sooner Or Later

Pulling back up to the house. With my head just gone. I'm so fucking frustrated.

Walking in the house throwing my keys on the table.

Going in to our room. I need to smoke. Getting the blunt out the draw next to the Queen size bed.

Going under the mattress for my tree.

There's a piece of paper, grabbing it. It's a order pad piece of paper, oh guess what's on it the number that was  in his phone.

So one the bitch works with him or two he met the bitch at his job.

Like really he has me out here looking stupid. Why not let me go before you creep.

Picking my phone up dailing the number but getting no answer.

Putting my phone down. Just thinking about all the shit, how much more?

How many lies has been told?

How many secrets?

Beep beep

Message Mode:

Zoe:You not fucking wit ah real nigga ,I see

Me: Z I got to much going on rite now.

Zoe:Let me relieve it then

Me:naw let me get my head rite. I'm not even suppose to be talking to you I have a boy friend

Zoe: shit we ain't even did nothing yet ma. Fuck that nigga,you know he not shit. Open your eyes!

Me:bye Z

Zoe: Everything That's Done In The Dark Comes To The Light!

Me:what you trying to say?

Zoe: it's not my place to tell you, I'll be home in two weeks. If you need my apartment the key is in the plant.

Me:K got you, thank you.

Zoe:no problem baby girl. I'll see you when I get back.

Me:iight be careful

Zoe: Always,I got to come back to you. Muah

Ugghhh what does he mean. Does he know what he's been doing. Does every body see it but I'm the blind one?

Cleaning up a little. Time has passed quickly. I'll have to go get him in a minute.

Pulling on my jacket, the rain has started to come down.

Jumping in the car. I'm a little early. The waitress are coming out. I look all these bitches up and down. Just give me a reason to take my heartache out.

He's the last one out.

He jumps in the car.

"Baby can we talk?"

Ignore let him feel how I've been feeling lately.

"Baby?"

I throw the number at him.

Speechless

Driving home I just want to get in to bed.

When we get there that's exactly what I do.

Curl in a ball, with silent tears falling down my face.

The next morning I get up to get ready for work.

Black T-shirt , khaki pants,hair in a ponytail.

He gets in the car.

"Baby it's nothing I promise"

"Just take me to work"

"Why you acting like this?"

"Are you fucking serious ?"

We're almost to my job

"You acting fucking stupid"

"Stop the car"

"No"

"Stop the fucking car"

"No!"

I jump out the car tuck and roll is what I remember

Almost getting hit by the car behind.

Horns blaring.

Hearing Oh my is she OK.

No I'm not OK I've giving year's to a nigga that gives no fucks about me.

I hear Wes swerve then slamming on breaks. Old Nissan can't take to much more of that. It'll be giving out soon.

"You stupid bitch what is wrong with you? Jumping out a moving car Cali"

Calling me out my name for a bitch. Wow

Calling my job telling them I'm not coming. My mind is to gone right now to be there.

"Take me home NOW"

"What the fuck was you thinking? I told you it was nothing.And you go and do this shit. Are you really that fucking stupid?"

"What does she have that I don't?"

"Nothing man"

"Then why can't you just want me? She must mean allot to you, for you to be throwing us away like you do."

"The bitch don't mean nothing to me. Believe me. When have I lead you wrong?"

It's cute how he can lie to my face.

"Why?"

Blowing out his breath Hazel eyes looking at me. Emotion I'm sorry for doing what I do across his face. Means nothing at this point.

"Why are you cheating?"

"Man nobody cheating on you get that through that thick ass skull dog"

"You work with her?"

"No she's just a play. Period"

Laughing at him. This nigga serious. Like dead ass wow. He doesn't even realize what cones out his mouth. You just said the bitch don't mean nothing.

He stops to McDonald's going through the drive through . I could have sworn I said I want to go home.

Getting the food. Just smelling it has my stomach in knots. I just look out the window. I have nothing to say.

"Dame"

Wes pulls to the side. Something is wrong with the order,I'm guessing.

Getting out the car he walks to the window.

Looking at him through the mirror. He's anxious. Looking nervous.

He left his phone that's why.

Picking it up. All messages have been deleted. But he has nothing to hide right.He has a old phone so I press recent contact's. Surprise surprise the bitches number is the last number. Rolling my eyes. But it's a play.

Putting his phone back where I got it. Before he sees I touched it.

He jumps back in the car. Putting the phone in his pocket.

Pulling off to the house.

I hop out slamming the door.

Not even checking to see if he stays.

I go do the same thing I did last night cry my self to sleep.

It has to get better. Right? Rain before the sun. How much more pain do I have to take to get my happy ending?