Tasha
Tyler and I were in Burger King when Diana came running inside. "You won't answer your phone and you're not at your mother's house. I'm thinking he can't be this mad about our little fight. Then I start thinking oh he's hurt somewhere or maybe in jail. But no! You sitting in fucking Burger King eating burgers with this bitch!" She yelled mushing him in the face. I started laughing. "And what you laughing for you homewrecking bitch?! He ain't gonna leave me for you." She said turning to look at me. "Girl go head on now." I laughed sticking a fry in my mouth. "Diana. We will talk about this later. Stop causing a scene." Tyler said standing up and giving me an apologetic look as he left with her. Oh well. I ain't gonna lie and say that it ain't hurt that he left with her because it did. But fuck it. Niggas ain't shit. I finished my food and ate his too. Laughing still, I got up and walked to my car. Whatever man. My phone started ringing and I looked to see Chelsea calling me. I sent her to voicemail and went home. "Tasha." I turned around to see Marcus standing there. "Yeah?" I asked looking around to see if anybody was outside or looking. "I ain't got no money but I been a loyal customer..." "let me cut you off right there. Ain't no freebies round here. Man you done enough don't you think? Gone home Marcus." I say getting out my house keys and walking inside. The nerve of his ass. "I aInT gOt nO MOneY" I mimicked him as I walked over to the sofa and sat down. Getting cozy in my recliner, I'm about to take a nap when my phone go off and I looked to see Tyler had texted me. I didn't even open the message. I laid back in my chair and dozed off.
Getting up, it's dark. Damn how long was I out? I checked my phone to see a notification list full of texts, voicemails and missed calls. I checked my calendar for appointments realizing that I had been slacking off my job since I was hanging around Tyler. I called all my clients back who left voicemails wanting to schedule and got them an appointment, I easily became booked up for the rest of this month. "I know you in there Tasha." Tyler shouted through the door. Rolling my eyes, I walked to my bedroom to get dressed. I ain't got the time for his shit. Should I go out and enjoy myself or run myself a relaxing bath with candles, wine, and babyface? "I can do both!" I yelled out and walked to my closet opening it. "I'm about to get fine." I say grabbing this short, one sleeved, red and sparkling Versace dress. It stopped right before my knees. I placed the dress on my bed and went to take a bath and get ready. I styled my hair making sure that my red was still shining as bright as the sun. Slipping my feet into my Louboutin heels, they're black with red tips. I stood up and modeled in the mirror. Flawless as usual. Grabbing my keys, I headed outside to see Tyler sitting in his car on the side of the road. I laughed as I hit the unlock button and climbed inside. He jumped out of his car and came running up my driveway. "Where are you going? I need to talk to you." He knocked on my window. I smiled and backed off. Go talk to your wife. I drove off and headed for Club 211. He was shaking his head standing there. "Tasha he is not even your man. Why are you hurt to the point that you're avoiding him? Talk to him." I say to myself as I drive along. But shit he was selling me fake dreams. Or was he? I mean shit He a marine and he couldn't have her making a scene. I pulled up the club and decided to look at my phone when it dinged and his name popped up.
Tasha, Diana has informed me that she had been cheating on me this whole time. I tried to call you and I've tried to tell you just then at your house. You need to go get checked because I'm HIV Positive and I didn't used a condom when having sex with you. Putting you at an even bigger risk and I know this won't mean nothing but I'm sorry. I understand if you hate me.
I read his message over and over. Repeating his words out loud and everything. What the hell? I sat in my car and the only color I could see was red. My heart started pounding like it was about to pop out. This bitch just really texted my phone saying that? I threw my car in reverse and headed back to my house, speeding down the road. He wasn't there anymore. I called his phone. "Hello?" "Listen tash.." "Where you at?" "I'm home. But tash.." "Where you stay?" "8057 Caldwell Dr. Tasha listen." I hung the phone up and put the address in my gps. Somebody gonna have to fight me.
