Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 37- Let Loose🤬🤯

Daystar

"IS YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, DAYSTAR?!"

I knew I'd really fucked up when, Ayona, had been so calm— even as she used tweezers to fish the wedged bullet out of my arm, cleaned my head gash, wrapped both wounds up, fed and rocked Tamika to sleep.

Damn. Even when I'd silently pleaded for Keem to stick around, so that her verbal blows would be softened, but he simply smirked as he shut the door firmly, as a "fuck you".

She took a few deep breaths. "You knew we was in danger didn't you?"

I opened my mouth to explain, but she continued. "I can't believe you—Tamika could've easily been you and—"

Now, I had to stop her right there. She was right, but regardless she'd gone too far. "Cut that shit off now. I would've never let nothing happen to either off you.—"

"—Look how well you did, with that mentality," she cried. That stung, it really did.

"I didn't think she was crazy enough to really send a nigga after you— that's why Keem was there."

"Daystar—you sound dumb as fuck!" She was seething, I knew she was. I'd gone and put our daughter in unnecessary danger.

"Keem could've been killed. You really think I want his— any one of your blood on my hands?"

"Shit, Yona. What the fuck did you want me to do?!" I was sitting on the couch—imagine how annoyed I felt, having an argument sitting down.

Unconsciously, I rubbed my hand over my head, the gash momentarily forgotten. Hissing in pain when my hand firmly rushed over its bandage.

When I'd looked up, her eyes softened. As mad as she was, her empathetic nature  was hard to keep at bay.

But as soon as the wall had gone down, it was up again. "You could've fucking sat me down and told me what was going on, Day. We have Tamika now. Can't just be out here thinking for yourself anymore."

"Don't you think I know that?" I bowed my head, "You was finally starting to look happy after everything. I ain't want you to stress over some bitch I decided to fuck."

I looked up, her eyes had gone wide, as if something had finally dawned on her. "What exactly did she say?"

I pulled my phone out, unlocking it. Head was aching like someone had a hammer to it.

I handed it to her, Shania's messages on the screen. She took a seat next to me, scrolling up a little.

My eyes scanned the messages with her for barely a second, seeing as though I'd already knew what was said in them. Shania, had plenty to say—before I'd blocked her.

"She hasn't hit you up in months..."

"Cause I blocked her— here." She handed me back my phone and so I went to Instagram, showing her those messages.

She scrolled through those too, "...And you didn't think to stop fucking her?" After that, I'd gone and showed her the ones from Twitter, too.

I rolled my eyes, "Been stopped fucking her since before you ended up at the hospital... Besides, who you to tell me who I should and shouldn't fuck?" The words rolled off tongue, before I could stop them.

"Yona, I ain't ev—"

She got up, "Nah, you right. I been thinking about all this and honestly, Tamika and I ain't safe anywhere near you so, come next week I'm moving us back to my apartment. I talked to Gregg and—"

I got up with new found energy. "You doing what now? Yona, I'm not letting either of you leave this house without me. I'm serious."