Sabotage: A Roc Royal Story

Push Me Away

Roc's POV

She won't say anything to me since we've gotten here. She's probably pissed at me.. i mean, I didn't call for like 3 or 4 days. I guess I shouldn't have done that. But, it was just so much to process. My girlfriend being pregnant by another man, my ex-girlfriend claiming to be pregnant by me. It's all a bit too much for me to be thinking about. I mean, what about " Chresanto, the football star "? I know, I know, it sounds selfish. On another note, I see Risi alot now... and less of Destini. That's really turning me off. I sat on the couch in my living room & watched as Desi pulled out a bag full of snacks and began tearing through them one by one. She opened a box of Fruit Roll-Ups, and took one out, carefully unwrapping it and rolling it into a ball before biting out of it.

 Slowly she opened another one, going through the same process, silently. She didn't even look my way. I stared a hole into the side of her head almost. Crossing her legs and leaning back on the couch, she pulled out her phone.

And we sat there silently.

i didn't exactly know how to break it though.

But I didn't have to, because her phone decided to ring.

I can picture us, in the living room

by the mantle peice, an you're telling me

you love m-

Desi: Hello?.... Oh, hey!!.... Nope, i'm not.... well not anymore..... I had fun... becase.... oh whatever.... yeaaaaa, LOVE YOU!... hahaha, whuteber... bye.

She hung up her phone with a smile on her face, stuffing it with another fruit roll up.

Me: So, who was that?

Desi: Craig, why?

I don't really like that nigga, I really don't.

Me: You know I don't like him.

Desi: Okaayy, and?

Me: So, why do you hang out with him?

Desi: I don't.

Me: He's calling you're phone.

Desi: Okay, why are you so worried about it?

Me: Because, you're my girlfriend...

Desi: So?

Me: So, you shouldn't hang out with people I don't like, Destini.

She sat there and laughed, shaking of everything i just said. Did she think this was a fucking joke? I wouldn't play around with something like this, especially with it being Craig. That nigga presses button these days. She got back on her phone and crossed her legs, shaking it leisurely.

Me: Destini, I'm serious... you need to stop talking to him.

She turned to me, with frustrations oozig through her face.

Desi: Craig has been by my side since I was a child. That is my best friend. I don't give a flying fuck if you like him or not.

Me: Dammit Destini, listen to me!

Desi: Why? Why the fuck should I? You don't hear me telling you not to hang around Risi, even though I would kill that bitch if given the chance. Not once have I complained when you are with her instead of with me! I didn't even complain when you weren't there to protect me.

She has a point. And, here I sit with the " You ain't gon' do shit face ". I ran my hands through my curly hair as Destini pushed her box of fruit roll-ups into her bag and standing up, walking towards my door. I followed behind her swiftly, and as she opened the door to leave, I shut it infront of her, moving her away from the door.

Me: Destini, where are you going?

Desi: Home, Shawnii's house, McDonalds, I don't fucking know yet, I need to get away from you before I rip your fucking head off. You're nothing but a fucking hypocrite and its pissing me the fuck off.

I sighed deeply, as she stared at me, unamused.

Me: I just don't want you to leave me, baby.

Desi: Well how in the FUCK do you expect me to stay when you keep pushing away? I tell you about my situation and you leave me, without a goodbye. THEN I wait by my phone for 3 or 4 days waiting on you to call. BUT you DON'T. I don't even understand why the hell I came... I don't even want to talk to you Chresanto.

Me: Please, don't leave me Destini... you said you'd be by my side.

Desi: I know what the fuck I said Chresanto. I know what the fuck I meant, when I said it! The question is... ARE YOU GONNA BE ON MY SIDE?

Me: Yes, I will be.

Desi: You haven't been! You keep leaving me!

Me: I'm sorry, I've... I've been stressed.

Wrong word choice. CauseI see in her eyes, she's about to bust a cap in my black ass.

Desi: You think i'm not stressed?! I'm sitting here on the sidelines, watching our whole lives unfold. I'm tryna hold YOU down. I'm tryna be on YOUR side in YOUR situation. ARE YOU FUCKING HERE FOR ME? NO THE FUCK YOU ARE NOT! I HAVE BEEN TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF, I HAVE BEEN RAPED, I HAVE SEEN EVERY PEICE OF MY LIFE CRUMBLE. ALL FOR YOU! EVERYTHING IS FOR YOU! BUT YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK! CAUSE YOU'RE SO DAMN STRESSED!

She stopped and wiped the tears that were forming in her eyes, speaking in a light whisper through clenched teeth. Even in her anger she is beautiful.

Desi: I sit there and fucking watch the one bitch that I hate the most, carry your child. I don't say not one word.

She opened the door and walked off my porch, walking down the sidewalk, leaving her car in my driveway.

I went back to my couch and buried my head in my hands.

Am I really that bad?

I called her up, & got no answer.

I've gotta go get her, get her back.

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Desi's POV

No one loves you more than me, & No one ever will.

No one hurts me more than you, and no one ever will.

I reach my house and find an unexpected guest on my porch. Well, not unexpected, because I texted him to come over.

Me: Hey Craig.

Craig: Hey lady.