stay strong through your pain
grow flowers from it
you have helped me
grow flowers out of mine so
bloom beautifully
dangerously
loudly
bloom softly
however you need
just bloom.
-Rupi Kaur
Everlasting || Dave East x Bernice Burgos
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David Brewster •
"I just lost my dawg, nigga my brother taught me how to chase the bag." I sung the song as it played in my Dodge Charger, headed to my mom's house to get Kairi. I'd been staying in a hotel for the past week, and still hadn't talked to Bernice. She stopped answering for me once I left, and didn't answer the door when I went to get clothes.
We still hadn't talked about the situation and I still hadn't thought about what I was going to say. I could easily lie and play the situation off til the death of me. She would be mad, but she really had no solid evidence to prove me. Brielle definitely wouldn't willingly confess, so I could keep my wife and move on. But the other part of me knew she deserved the truth, I'd fucked up.
I loved my wife, I loved the fuck out of her. People like y'all, see a glimpse of my life and think you got it all figured out. I battled with shit in my mind all the time, but a nigga make one mistake and y'all will hate him forever.
I shook my head, shaking myself out of my thoughts while whipping into the park spot. I cut the engine off, stepping out of the car. The Harlem wind smacked me in the face, letting me know it was going to be a rainy day.
I zipped my Nike windbreaker as I walked onto the porch, ringing the door bell—my fucking keys was at the house. Seconds later, my mom opened the door.
"Did she drop Kairi off yet?"
She nodded her head, moving out out the way. "Yes, she's in the room taking a nap. What the hell did you do to that girl?"
"Why? What did she say?"
She shook her head, "She came over here with a fucking black eye and scars all over her, please tell me you haven't been hitting on that girl!"
I shook my head, I thought she knew me better than that.
"Hell no, I don't fucking hit women. The most she's gotten is a little push and that's just to stop her from hitting me."
Black eye and scars? Man, what the fuck was she over there doing. I hope this wasn't some 'Thin Line Between Love And Hate' type shit. Where she was bruising herself up and blaming it on me, she was crazy enough.
"Well what the hell did you do? David and don't lie to me."
"I ain't do nothing."
She shook her head, "You're just like your daddy, you saw what he put me through and you put your own wife though it. How many women was it?"
