Mislead

4 ♡ We back?

Three / TAMAR

          “ Stop Savion, you have done this for to long. I need my best friend back." I practically pleaded. “ What did I say a month ago?  Don't speak to me when you see me, don't even wave to me." He snatched his arm back and disappeared down the hallway. By this time every one stopped what they were doing to see me make a complete buffoon of myself. I might as well head to my next class that I have with Savion , of course.

       “ Class, lets talk about Black Women. I want to know some things about how you guys feel about the stereotypical Black Women that the media makes them seem like." Mrs. Parker asked.

  I never held back on my opinions, I spoke for what I cared for and this is one subject,so I raised my hand.

     “ Tamar? You have input on our discussion?" Mrs. Parker asked. “ African American women don't get enough credit ; They cook, clean,raise their men's children and they still get taunted for not doing anything. They get judged because they're dark skinned , If they aren't light skinned they're to sentimental. If they're dark skinned they're called ugly. African American women are stereotyped as ghetto and Ignorant which is not all the wa--." I was interrupted.

       “ That's wrong in my opinion." Savion interrupted. “ There's nothing wrong about her opinion, but everyone has an entitled opinion. " Mrs. Davis said.

        “ Well Onna Real, Black women put that image on themselves. Don't nobody force them to do the things they do. Dark skinned women want to be like the lighter complexion ones because they're insecure, That's how I see it. " He bluntly said. “ Oh-- Okay Savion, you can re-word that , but I understand." Mrs. Parker seemed kind of confused.

         As the whole hour and a half went we spent debating as Savion continually disagreed on every discussion we had that I responded on. He was being over exaggerated taking things to the next level.

    During Mrs. Parkers speech my phone vibrated signalling I had a text.

Isaiah : Y u been ignoring me ma ? dam wat i do?

Isaiah : Can we talk?

Isaiah : Im sorry.

Isaiah : Tamar?

Isaiah : bae, txt me bak

I don't have time for him anymore , I respect myself to let this keep on happening to me.

      “ Mook." Savion said, grabbing my arm before I walked out the class room. “ When you see me don't speak, don't even wave. " I mocked. “ Don't be like that Mook, I'm sorry but I had a reason to be mad. You know where I'm coming from. I don't do this just to be mean, I care ." He honestly said , being sincere.

      
          “ You didn't have to throw the necklace I got you though." I said taking the necklace out of my pocket. “ I'm sorry Mook." He said smiling and giving me a hug. “ No, I'm sorry. I should have listened to you and my mom." I said sincerely as we were now walking out of school.

    
              “ Have you been talking to dude?" Savion asked as he started the car and drove off heading towards my house. “ No, I've been avoiding him."

      It was now three-thirty in the morning I had woken up because I thought I heard someone yelling my name.

      “ TAMAR! " I heard a familiar voice yelling my name from outside the house. “ Who in the hell? " I said to myself as I got out the bed and stepped over a sleeping Savion, Heading downstairs. There was banging on the door so I opened it to see Isaiah ; DRUNK.

   “ Wh-y why you been-- Ignoring me huh? " Isaiah yelled as he drank out the brown papered bag with vodka bottle seeping through. “ Y-you-- have to go now. I-its late you know." I nervously said.  “ You scared, of me?" He chuckled as he pushed pass me. “ You don't f-fucking ignore me , and not reply back to- to my texts and calls. "  He continued.

     “ I-I can't deal with you anymore, it-its over." I firmly said. “ Excuse me? "

          “ Its not over until I say it is bitch." He emphasized bitch.

     “ Its over. " I whispered loud enough for him to hear me.

After I finished saying what I had to say the brown paper bag filled with the alcohol was thrown at me before I could move, I was now being dragged across the floor by my hair and I screamed and kicked but it seemed like I wasn't being heard. Why was I not being heard? I don't deserve this .

   “ Let her go. " Savion yelled as he tackled Isaiah to the floor , they were throwing punch after punch until Savion reached for his waist.

      Savion pulled out the burner and aimed it towards Isaiah's head.

      “ Try me. " Savion challenged. “ Shoot me-- Right you just a soft ass nigga. You bluffin you not gone pull the trigger , yo trigga finga aint itchin lil nigga." Isaiah said trying to intimidate him.

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