I drove down the highway with my thoughts racing. I was being used by Petey, my husband didn’t want me, he halted my album production, my kids had two different fathers, and I nobody cared how I felt. Did people really think I was happy with what was going on? I sped down the highway not wanting to go home, and not really knowing where to go. I hated being here I had no friends or family here. I was about to turn on my radio when my phone started ringing. It was Take Care by Drake so I knew it was my husband. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I was cruising down the street when I started to get curious cause he had not called me in a while. I picked up the phone and saw he left me a voicemail. I pressed my code in and waited to hear what he would say which I am sure was going to be negative. I heard a lot of wind blowing like he was driving then the wind stopped as if he had rolled up his window.
I could clearly make out Juan’s voice, but he was not talking to me.
“ Sam Imma talk to him, but the shit is gonna be drastic now since he is startin to lose control of his hands.”
“J he used to not be like this. All this music stuff has changed him. “
“Look don’t worry I am gonna handle this, but I told you that you need to leave that nigga alone. I mean you know what our situations are, but I am about to fix all of that.”
I felt my heart rate increase as I listened to my husband tell this girl that he wanted to be with her.
“Sam just let me have a little time, and see what I can do about him. He is under contract, but you ain’t you feel me?
“J I never been with nobody else, I don’t know how to let go.”
“Imma show you how to let go, just be easy.”
The message stopped right there, and I was dumb-founded. I could not even believe that I had been played twice in one day. My husband and my boyfriend were on some other shit. I was determined to be done with P today, but now I was determined to be done with Juan too. I got home, and Mama Juanita had taken the girls out according to the note she left. I grabbed my phone and called up a moving service. I had to haggle for them to come the same day, but the nice tip I promised them made them agree to it. I sat on the couch eating a bowl of cereal when there was a knock at the door. I sat my bowl down on the coffee table, and opened the door. The two young black dudes stared at me in awe. I had on my blue jean high-waisted short, a white baby tee, and my favorite white Steve Madden wedges.
“Aye ain’t you Cashmere,” the light-skinned, green-eyed, guy asked.
“Yeah, I am,” I gushed glad to be recognized.
“Come on in,” I said making sure I switched hard as I walked in front of them. The dark-skinned one looked like my boo Tyrese, and a few years ago I would have stretched him out on this coffee table and worked him like a crossword puzzle, but I was on a mission.
“Our stuff is still in boxes still cause we kinda just moved up here so this should be easy.”
