The Last Fall

The Road To Dishonesty😈

Jealousy can be the death of a man.
When he wants what he wants, he strives to get it.
He makes his mark.
He fights til the death and he won't give up.
What's his- will stay his.
Jealously is dangerous.
Especially when you can't do anything to control it.
The sexual frustration strife.
The lies.
Jealousy can fully, yet surely-be the death of a man.

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SHEMAR's POINT OF VIEW

"Ah, Thanks, man." I said as I opened the door and grabbed the pizza from the delivery boy. As I balanced the pizza box in my left hand, I pulled out a roll of cash that was deep in my right pocket with my other hand.

I placed the money on top of the pizza box and unfolded it to find a bill that would best fit.

"Yuh Huh." I said as I grabbed two twenties and handed it to him. "Thanks, bro." I added as I grabbed the money and shoved it back into my pocket.

"Thanks and uhm, I'd suggest getting a wallet," The teenaged white boy pointed out as he looked down at my pocket. He wore a hat with a pizza slice dead in the middle of it and his blue eyes stood out amongst everything else on his face. Seems to be a high schooler and he was pretty built up body wise. Strong but sincere facial expressions.

"Yeah, I left it at your Mom's house." I obviously joked as I lightly chuckled.

"Yah. Good one. Seriously though."

"I know, man. I have one. Thanks for my pizza. Now, bye bye." I said as I slowly closed the door.

He waved and skipped down the few steps that lead up towards the door.

"The pizza is here!" I yelled at the bottom of the stairs and then made my way towards the kitchen. The cheesy aroma started to fill my entire space and the warmth of the packed crush spread towards the palm of my hand that was occupying the bottom of the box.

Holding it upright in front of me, I slightly opened the box to check on it.

The cheese oozed with such perfection and each slice was cut evenly.

Walking into the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks and shook my head.

"I'm gonna take this to the dining room instead." I told myself as I turned around and headed around the corner. "Baby!" I yelled once more.

I had no idea what the girls were up there doing. It seemed as if Cheryl was washing Dana's hair for 2 hours.

I gently placed the pizza down on the table and turned around but once I did so, Dana ran into the dining room with her hair in neat braids. A few beads on the end.

"It's here! It's here!" Dana yelled as she rushed to pull a chair out and jumped into it. She sat on her knees and tried to reach for the box but I said, "Hold on, baby girl. I need to grab you a plate. Where's your Momma?" I asked her.

Her smile faded and I immediately saw a serious little Tony before me.

Next, she looked towards the dining room entrance and shrugged her shoulders.

"I-...I don't know." She said in a cute voice.
The little things she says were so cute because for a two year old, she spoke very well.