Made Something Outta Nothing (Part 2: The Beginning Came up from nothing)

Part 14

You The One I Hate Lying To

Taking a deep breath before I sat down. I was determined to come to Aaliyah as a woman to settle whatever we have that's negative between us. I've heard she hated me for the passing of Blac and I'm sure in return she's heard things of me as well. I have no hate towards anybody. Except the fact my Ex killed a childhood friend of mine, a best friend, a lover and a person whose trust and love I took for granted. I should've left when I had the chance maybe Blac would still be here. Who knows? I can't rewind time. What's done is done. I just gotta make the best outta this situation.

"Hey" I said sitting down. She gave me a nonchalant type vibe with a mixture of hurt as well. We sat in silence for less than a minute then she spoke.

"I'm trying to figure out what made you come up here? This is surprising. Who told you I even owned this spot?" She said sitting up in her chair giving me a stern look.

"Well your name rings bells around here for this amazing strip club and the businesses you have scattered around Memphis. I like it. Look I don't have a problem with you at all. I wanted to come here and talk. To let you know I mean no harm. I cared for Blac just as much as you did I'm sure."  I said.

"Blac was very funny and his mind was always moving. It's like he never wanted to enjoy the moment. He wanted to keep pushing. I think that's what attracted me to him the most. His drive, loyalty, and his personality. It just fitted him perfectly. I heard about you two. I wasn't pleased but at the same time he wasn't my nigga. So I couldn't be mad at that." She said while shaking her head.

"Yeah we had a thing but I didn't take what he wanted seriously. Then I had a crazy nigga I was dealing with that didn't approve a Blac and our bond. Blac and I practically grew up together." I was slowly becoming sad and frustrated thinking about it.

She slowly got up out her seat and walked towards me and leaned on her desk.

"Your boyfriend killed Blac.... Blac was coming back for you. To save you. Does that hit home? Does that mean anything to you?"

What the fuck this bitch

Getting up outta my chair. I feel like this is the perfect time for this bitch to hear me out.

"LOOK THIS SHIT BOTHERS ME EVERYDAY. THATS WHY I KILLED MY FUCKING EX. I WANTED BLAC BUT I WANTED HIM TOO LATE. THEY MOVED ME AWAY FROM MEMPHIS TO ATLANTA FOR A YEAR BECAUSE OF THAT SHIT. SO DON'T YOU EVER THINK I DIDN'T CARE ABOUT HIM OR ACT LIKE I NEVER GAVE A FLYING FUCK!!!" I was fed up and drained emotionally because of this whole situation and to think I could make a truce with a bitch who got some slick shit to say. Shame on me. I should've known better.

"I would shoot you right now but that would end all the good I got going on. Bitch he is still gone. He is not coming back. I wanted a better life for him too. But look what happen? So you wanna raise yo voice at me to try to prove a point. I don't care about why they sent yo ass to another state. I don't care about that shit. I just wish you had waken the fuck up before this shit got as deep as it did. But at least you killed the nigga that got him. I can live with that. Now get the fuck up out my spot before Memphis have to report another homicide this year." She said pulling her gun out and laying it on her desk.

I got up and grabbed my Gucci purse and left. I hope we meet again. Wether it's on bad terms or good terms. I went into my car and sat there and just cried. I cried until I gotta text from Deuce.

Yoooo sis wya? Slide out wit tha gang tonight

I smiled lightly and gladly replied.

Sure wya and what time🤔

V live😏 n we ain't goin til round 10

K see ya bro 👌

After wiping the tears from eyes and fixing my face up. I started my car and pulled out the parking lot and went to my house. Hopefully this night makes up for today.