Tears of a Clown

19

The clicking of Christian's heels echoed against her wood floors as she rushed to grab and double check everything she needed for the most important meeting of her career.

After two years of interning and another year of hard work as a software developer, Christian was finally getting the opportunity to pitch her own app. She didn't doubt that she was ready, but that didn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in her stomach. The countless hours of overtime, sleepless nights, arguments, evertything now seemed worth it now that her hard work was paying off.

Christian rushed to her front door and got a nice surprise once she pulled it open. Trey stood on her doorstep looking like a sad puppy. He had been relentless this past week sending flowers, bags, and jewelry in effort to get back with Christian, but she wasn't biting.

In an instant Christian went from nervous to angry. "What are you doing here?" She grimaced. "I've gotten more gifts from you these past couple of weeks than I did in seven years!"

"Chris," Trey responded solemnly, ready to lay it on thick. "I miss you, I miss us. I messed up, but I'm past all that. I'm ready to come home."

Sighing lightly, Christian placed her messenger bag on the floor and folded her arms across her chest. This nigga had some nerve. For some reason Trey felt like since Christian wasn't hood like the chicks from his old neighborhood, that she was a dummy, but Chris was far from dumb.

It was true, she didn't grow up in the hood and was probably a little slow to the street life, but Christian was smart enough to keep up with the hood gossip by way of her hood ass cousins. Word on the street was Trey paid some girls to jump on Nadia after she stole half of his re-up money and had him looking like a clown in front of his connect.

"And when did you figure this out? Its been months Trey. You missed me so much, yet you had no problem parading the chick you cheated with around town," Christian placed a finger on her chin pretending to be in deep thought. "Help me understand, cause I'm confused!"

"Christian you wasn't fucking with me," Trey drawled. "What was I supposed to do, sit around and wait?"

"Yes! Yes you were! If you were really as sorry as you say you are that's exactly what you would have done! Instead you ran to the same chick you were cheating with and shacked up."

Trey ran a hand down his face and sighed heavily. He fucked up, and it took Nadia crossing him before he realized it.

There were times Trey would return from collecting money and be too tired to count it. He knew what the count was supposed to be, but always waited until the next day to count up. Thanks to Christian, Trey would wake up to a note on the bag with the exact amount written down and never was his bag a dollar short.

"What I gotta do?" Trey asked, grabbing ahold of Christian's hand.

She snatched away, a look of disgust covering her face. "You know what?" Chris asked, laughing lightly. "There is something you can do... You can grab the rest of your shit and do me the favor of not coming back. You got some nerve! How many times am I supposed to take you back Trey? You cheat on me not once, but THREE times! I always take you back and its the same ole song and dance. Chris I'm sorry, I fucked up, I just want to come home, it was a mistake. A mistake happens once! You're now making choices! The way you handle me is exactly the way you feel about me. You don't give a fuck about me Trey and I'm ready to accept that now."

Trey attempted to cut her off. "Chris-" he reached out.

"No!" She yelled as tears fell from her eyes. "Trey I'm tired, do you understand that? Seven years... SEVEN! You don't respect me, and I'm starting to doubt the love. You wanted a ride or die, right? A trap bitch, somebody to sit home and count money all night with you? You got her and what happened? She stole from you right?" Trey's jaw clenched. "Yeah, I heard about it. I guess you figured out that she wasn't me the hard way. I'm good though, she can have you."