His Treasure

Chapter Two

My phone kept ringing as I pulled up to the Wal-Mart. I needed to pick up a few groceries if I was gonna even attempt to cook for Dre. As I was getting out of my car, I see my ex-boyfriend , Jermaine, two parking spots away from my Jeep. Lord, please don't let him see me! I kept walking until I got in the store. I get a cart and make my way to the seafood isle. I was thinking about making him a fried seafood platter with fish, shrimp, macaroni and cheese, green beans, and cornbread. As I was bending over to get a bag of shrimp, I hear a voice behind me.

"Damn Annette. You can't speak no more?"

FUCK!

"What you want Jermaine?"

"Damn I can't check on you?"

"No you can't because the last time I remember you checking on me led to you harassing me and blowing up my phone at 3 o'clock in the morning."

"Come on, Netty. Let the past be the past. Besides, I know you miss me."

"Nah I really don't. Ya babymama might though," I say rolling my eyes at him.

"Netty I'm-"

"Annette is my name to you."

"Annette I'm sorry."

"I know. You said that so many times before."

"And I meant it everytime I said it."

"Whatever Jermaine. I need to finish getting foor for my man."

"What man? Annette, you know you'll always love me."

"Nah I won't, I can't love a nigga who stepped out on me, got a bitch pregnant, then accused me of cheating until his secret got out. So no. I won't always love you. Bye Jermaine."

He steps in front of my cart this time.

"Look Netty. I'm tryna be nice but you pissing me off."

"Piss yaself then, bitch. Ian got nothing for you. Now like I said. Bye Jermaine"

He grabs me by my arm and I scream bloody fucking murder.

"Ow! Ow! You're hurting me Jermaine! Let go!" I scream.

People were staring hard.

"Netty stop!" He says, pulling me closer to him.

"Don't hit me! I'm sorry. I'll do better next time. Please! I'm tired of covering up my bruises!" I yell.

I swear as soon as I said that, 3 dudes show up to my defense.

"Aye bruh, let her go." A tall, fine ass, light skin guy says.

All 3 dudes behind the fine light skin walk up on him.

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?" Jermaine yells.

"Don't fucking worry bout it. Just take yo ass on," Fine light skin says, flashing his piece on he waistband.

Jermaine backs up with his hands in the air.

"This ain't over Netty," he says, backing away.

"Yes the fuck it is, pussy ass nigga. Get the fuck outta hea," Fine light skin says.

"You okay, ma?" He asks.

"Yea. Thank you," I say, getting ready to walk away.

"Wait hold up!"

I roll my eyes and stop dead in my tracks.

"Yes," I say .

"What's ya name?"