He opened doors, held my hand, looked in my eyes, things no nigga had ever done. Although he was fine, he was a gentleman and also coined! Months went on, Mark and I got serious, he became my boyfriend, paid for everything I needed for school. I had been applying for colleges when I met him so now I've been receiving acceptance letters after scoring a 20 on my ACT with a 3.2 GPA I knew I'd have a chance to get up out the city and that was my plan. May came around so fast, prom then graduation. I had stopped talking to my dad and didn't invite him to graduation. Mark had his sister who's a party planner put together me and Trish a grad bash dinner. At the end of the night he told everyone to walk outside, and when we did there was a white Mercedes Benz G Wagon with a red bow! Me and my girl were jumping with joy and I was so excited! I hit big with this nigga! I shared some great news with the guest that I had gotten accepted into a few Florida colleges and made my decision on FAMU, Trish did too. I always wanted to attend there but being an incoming freshman I knew I couldn't have my car but as Mark always does he found a way pass that and even got me out of staying in a dorm, he paid my rent for the year, furnished the place and all. He definitely made it clear he didn't want anybody there besides me, him and Trish. He had a key, so I knew he would be popping in and out of town.
For an 18 year old college freshman I was living pretty good and had an awesome man behind me. We had celebrated my 19th birthday in Puerto Rico, homecoming weekend was coming up so I knew Mark and his boys would be at the house. Friday night came and we all went to Coliseum, Trish and Block weren't really feeling each other after we left for school so she opted out leaving me to be the only female with them but it was cool because I've always ran with my boy cousins. The club was turnt up and the bottles were coming in heavy! By the end of the night everyone was wasted and ended up at my place. Mark was fast asleep and I heard his phone keep buzzing. I looked at the time and it was 4:36am. Who the heck could be calling like that at this hour?! So I grabbed it and it was a 561 area code, I answered. "HELLO!!!!" The voice screamed repeatedly through the receiver. I crept out the bed into the bathroom and finally whispered "hello?" The voice burst out "Who The Fuck Is This? And Where The Fuck Is Marcus?" "This is his girlfriend, he's asleep. Who's this?" I replied. "His girlfriend? Well let me be the one to inform you this is his wife!" My heart dropped! His wife! WTF?!? This nigga ain't wear no ring or even act like there was anyone else. I knew he had 2 kids from a girl down South but he never mentioned she was his wife. He told me they weren't together and hadn't been in over a year. I dropped the phone and sat on the counter crying, how could he? Before I knew it "Boom!" The bathroom door flew open and I was on the floor with Marks hand around my neck! "Bitch! Where the fuck is my phone? And who the fuck you was talking to?" Trying to catch my breath Trish ran into the room pushing him off of me and screaming. Mark had never called me out of my name or even put his hand on me but I had just triggered a sleeping beast. I got up off the floor, went to my closet and grabbed my bag and shoes. "I need to leave!" I told Trish and that's all I had to say. When we got in her car I started telling her Mark had a wife and he must of heard me on his phone with her. She looked at me and said she knew something wasn't right with him always being down there for weeks and not answering my calls some nights. I couldn't do anything but cry, shit had hit the fan and it was about to get real
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Fashion Kills
Non-FictionA young black girl goes through the tough struggles of love and finding success, until she is betrayed and finds herself between the streets and business.
