ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

Babies, Lies and Videotapes pt. 2

   "Where the fuck he at?," I growled walking toward the Secretary desk. He had his feet cocked up and he was on the phone talking to his wife. When I saw him, all I saw was red. The deceit is real. I don't know who to trust right now. Don't trust nobody, not even the female that you are committed to.

   "Wassup, Ren. You need-" I hopped over the desk, landing nothing but blows onto his face.

   "Aye! 'Renzo chill!," Eric screamed pulling on my hoodie trying to get me off of him. My landing another punch on his jaw making a cracking sound.

   "My wife, bruh? You tried to fuck my wife, dawg!?," I yelled wrapping my hands around his neck, blocking his airflow. He started shaking in my grip and quickly gasping for air.

   Before I knew it, B.G separated us so that I was on one end and Train was on the other.

   "Man, let me go!," I yelled at everybody who tried to block my way. 

   "It's not even like that, man! I don't know what you heard but it's not true!," Train explained from the other side of the room.

   "What I heard?! What I heard?! Nigga, what I saw! Aye, y'all let me go!," I growled pushing them away from me.

   "Ren, calm down. This is not even necessary," Eric calmly spoke.

   "I'm calm, dawg. I'm calm. Where Shanya at?," I asked in defeat. As if on cue, Shanya walked through the glass double doors and her eyes grew the size of golf balls.

   "Really Shay?! You gonna try to fuck my friend? Really?! I can't believe you, girl," I yelled pointing my finger in her face. While, B.G and Dresta left the room, Eric stayed making sure nothing else will go down.

   "Baby, can we talk about this later?," she suggested with her voice breaking.

   "Hell nah! And what the fuck is you about to cry for?! You wasn't crying when you was on top of my friend!" With every word I stepped closer to her. Shivering in her boots, she feared me. This was a side of me, she never saw before.

   "It's not what you think," she said above a whisper.

   "Bitch, speak up! Speak the fuck up! You act like you can't talk but, you could moan when you where on top of my friend," I screamed in her face, pounding on the wall beside her. She jumped at the bass in my voice and started trembling.

   "Aye, Ren chill out. Just discuss this later. C'mon leave her alone," Eric suggested. I gave her one glare and she quickly left out of the building.

   "Look bruh, I'm sorry. I-"

   "Nigga, get the fuck outta my face," I growled walking away from Clarence. I went into the men's restroom and intensely stared at my reflection. This was what love made me do- turned me out of character.

   I've been waiting for him to come home all day. I cried all evening, in my bed, sitting up just thinking about the harm that put our relationship in turmoil. I ignored all calls and voicemail from Tasha because it reminded me of what he did. I drunk an abundance of wine until my emotions and guilt faded away. Now, I feel nonchalant.

   The front door swung open, revealing a fuming Lorenzo. Please, I should be the one fuming. He came to the other side of the bed and stripped of his clothes before entering. "Ren, we need to talk," I mumbled sipping my wine.
   "You've been talking to Train. There ain't shit to talk about," he spat wrapping his body in the blanket. I let out a frustrating sigh before jumping on top of him, straddling him praying that something could heal these wounds.

   "Get off me, man. For real, Shanya. Damn," he growled, aggressively pushing me off of him, making me land on the floor. That's when he set me off.

   "Nigga, you's a bitch! I hate yo' ass! You made a baby with that girl and you never told me! You a bitch!!," I shrieked jumping on top of him and slapping him across his face and rapidly punching his chest.

   "What the fuck are you talking about?! What baby? Man you tripping!," he snapped getting up from the bed and pushing me down onto it.

   "You remember Tasha? You took her virginity her at a after party and she got pregnant! I saw the little boy, 'Renzo! He looks just like you," I retorted, getting out of his grip and into his face.

   "Who is Tasha? And what little boy?!," he asked pushing me back down.

   I let out a cackle. "Oh you know. Since you want to play dumb, lemme school your ass. This woman has been coming by Ruthless Records several times! She's always asking to see you! You got me out here looking stupid!," I cried balling up in the corner of the room. 

   "And I'm not out here looking stupid?! Do what you do the best. Play victim." 

   "So what are you trying to say?," I croaked standing up. He let out a sigh before turning around.

   "I'm saying this," he started making his way to the closet. "You're not the woman that I married," he continued, putting on his clothes.

   "If your going to leave, I'm not going to stop you. Ali and I will be fine by ourselves," I declared quickly wiping my tears.

   "Nah, Ali ain't got shit to do with your mistakes. I'm picking up my son tomorrow morning from my mom's house but if you see the Shanya I married, tell her to call me when she get her shit together," he retorted grabbing his keys and heading downstairs.

   Something told me to chase him but I told myself to let him go. Maybe it was just not meant to be.