Treat Her Better

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"Girl, yes he done chose up" said Blu taking a sip of her margarita. "Did he apologize?" said Blu's long time friend Reneé-- a pretty caramel girl with bright red hair cut into a bob. She wore and olive green bomber with gold rimmed glasses, black ripped jeans and a black crop top. "What do you mean did he apologize? You want me to forgive him?!" Blu said setting her drink down. "Well yeah" said Reneé. "Girl that's ya problem, that's why ya ass still with lil Damien... You just like dog ass niggas, and me being the fly ass bitch I am I don't have time for it" said Blu getting frustrated. "Hold on boo, this ain't about me and Damien. You know I can give advice but never use it" Reneé said pursing her lips. "Girl whatever, anyways continue 'cause I actually wanna hear what ya dumb ass got to say" said Blu leaning in. "I'm just saying that Vier really does love you, and I've grown up seeing that. From back when he gave you that mark in eigth grade all the way to when he started crying when you were walking down that aisle a few weeks ago. Vier was a saint up until that Jasmine bitch came up in the picture and started trynna put that dusty cat to work, okay? He slipped up and I know he really wants you back." Reneé said looking dead at Blu. "I mean..." Blu smiled "I love him, but I am so hurt by his actions". "Honey he's been captive by your crazy ass for like 13 years he just needed to explore and live a little.". "Hoe, I still think he's dirty for that but I might consider taking his ugly ass back"."Anyways it was nice talkin to you Blu, but Damien wants me to go pick up Ky'erre and Kaliyah from school" Reneé said hurriedly grabbing her belongings. "Alright" said Blu packing her stuff as well. As Blu was looking for the money in her wallet a shadow stood over her. Blu looked up and saw Jasmine. "Hoe can I help you?" she said putting her sunglasses on. Jasmine still stood there. "Bitch speak! Or are you gon stand there lookin goofy?" said Blu trying to walk away. "Your man put his hands on me" announced Jasmine. "I could think of a lot of other things he could've done to ya stank ass" Blu crossed. "Like sleep with me?" taunted Jasmine. Blu picked up the vase from off the table and swung at Jasmine shattering the whole vase. "Fuck you, your fake accent and your fake hair bitch" said Blu storming out of the restaurant. "Bitch stop caking up all that make up" snapped Jasmine. "Talk to me when you finish weed-whacking that coochie hoe".
   I slammed my hand down on the bar table after downing another shot. "Yeaaaah how ya feel boy?!" said my friend Phenzino patting me on the back. Phenzino was Puerto Rican with a thick Philly accent, his hair was cut in a low fade, he wore thick rimmed glasses and a baby blue sweatshirt. "Shit, the same to be a hunnid with you" I said looking him in the face and gazing down at the table. "Aye I'm tired of this Lightskin bitch shit, you love her right?" Phenzino said standing up. "Yes bro but why are you getting all loud?" I said swiveling around to face Phenzino who was now causing a scene. "Then chase that jawn family aight? You fumbled the rock so you gotta get it back 'fore it get away. You show her that she really your everything man" Phenzino preached. "You done fucked up sleepin wit ol girl, but nobody's perfect... You see this right here?" Phenzino pulled out a picture of his wife Zaya and their one year old daughter Essence. "And you see this scar, thats over them and thats my world, is she your world?" he asked, the bar clapped along. "Hell yeah" I said. "Then prove that family" Phenzino said holding his arms out in a shrugging gesture.
"Baby we need to talk" I said into the phone. "Thats not my name" said Blu. "Blu for real, let me come over" I groan. A sigh was let out before Blu said "Make it quick".
I walk up to the stairs where I find Blu sitting on the porch with her arms crossed and her lips pursed. "I seen ya little bitch at the restaurant" she announced. "I don't like her babe, it was a one time deal" I said. "Mmm, just like I hit her with a vase one time" Blu laughed. "You what?" I asked in complete shock. "The bitch approached me, started talking about you and so I hit her upside her head" Blu explained. "You hit her with a vase, for me?" I asked biting my lip. "No, I hit her 'cause she was a little cross eyed and it was bugging me. I'm playing, yes I hit her for you... But don't let ya cheatin ass get all sappy". "Look Blu, I know this last month has been crazy and it's know way to start off a marriage, my dad dying, Jasmine coming in and trying to tear us apart, and I started working again more, but don't let that phase the idea that I love you. That I would jump in front of a bullet for you... Because I'm crazy and love with you and thats a hunnid. Imma be your number one supporter in life, work and everything else. I mean we got a baby on the way and I wanna be here for the both of you. As ya husband and they dad, Blu you are my world and I'll say it until you understand that this was never supposed to happen. When you was walking down the aisle you know what I said to myself?" I asked. "No" she responded. "I said, that's my baby...that's forever my baby and I am in eternal debt to her for being the one that accepted my ring and now is the mother of my child, I love you so much Blu" I started to tear up. "Vier, I love you too" Blu jumped into my arms and I feel a few tears on my shoulder. "Don't ever put me through that again you understand?" Blu said wiping away the tears . "I understand, I promise, I'll do whatever you want me too" I said grabbing hold of her hands. "Good, you can start by rubbing my feet and taking out this trash" she sassed thumping me in my chest.
It was about 2 'o clock in the morning when I got a text from Jasmine.
'Hey wyd?'
'Fuck you' I respond
'Aha, you said the same thing a few weeks ago'
'Look this conversation has been way too long... Bye' I say
'Vier, don't make me release this sex tape'
'Wdym sex tape?! Ctfu you buggin b' I respond getting more and more upset.
A few minutes go by and a video pops up on my phone. Jasmine had placed a hidden camera in the studio.
"Fuck!" I mumble slamming my fist against the bedside dresser.

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