Sa'Hara

1: I'm real

~ Cause I'm real. (The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk) ~ Jennifer Lopez ft Ja Rule

Sa'Hara
Age: 22

"Let's me get this straight. You think just cause I was out all day working my butt out and shit. I was cheating?" I asked my boyfriend. Today ain't different at all. It just another day off fights, arguments and shit. I work as a bartender at a club called Sweets. It's mostly a club for rappers, drug dealers and strippers. So I'm more surrounded by rich players and ballers. I first didn't blame my boyfriend for thinking I might cheat but now. His just being a bitch over some unreal shit.

"Yeah Sa'Hara. You out here doing the most, coming home with lots off cash and except me to think it's just from bartending." He argued with me. I rolled my eyes.

"What can I say? I'm pretty. Niggas like leaving big tips and they like showing off to pretty girl." I said to him.

"Oh, you are pretty. Pretty stupid." I frowned at his comeback actually that wasn't a come back. Me and Kelvin met at school. He was a nerd and I was the bad ass. I thought me and him were meant to be. But now I have second thoughts.

"Whateva. Why don't you stop sitting down hea' all day and start WORKING! Than maybe I can stop going to that club." I yelled at him as I picked up his dirty plates.

"Mane, fuck you." He got up and walked to the door. "I'm leaving"

"Where is you going?! It's late hours and you heading out?! Have you forgotten that we leave in a bad neighborhood Kelvin?!" I yelled out. His acting like a fucking kid.

"Bye Hara." He slammed the door. I clenched my fist and screamed in frustration.

"Fucker!" I yelled out. His getting on my nerves. All this fighting and cursing ain't good for me. I need to dump his stupid broke ass and find me a better me. Me and Kelvin have been dating for 5 years now. He still hasn't asked me to marry him, worse. Y'all are gonna laugh. WE HAVE NEVER IN OUR RELATIONSHIP HAD GREAT SEX! It's always awkward. Maybe for me cause his ass likes groaning and moaning. I ain't moan or shit. I have NEVER reached orgasm. NEVER! I'm tired off using a dildo. I need me real thick daddy dick. Not small boyish wanna be thug dick.

I shook my head. His lucky I'm so loyal. Bitch ass nigga. I packed up and cleaned up the place. After I did everything. It was 2:21am. His ass ain't home. I took out my phone and called his ass. Voicemail. Here we go again. He'll disappear for 3 to 4 days than come back with cheap flowers and chocolates saying 'I'm sorry Hara baby. I ain't mean what I said. I love you. I miss you. Can we start over?' Fuck nah. I walked into out bedroom and stripped out my work clothes. I took a shower. After that I went to sleep.

*11:30*

My alarm rang making me groan. I need to go to the gym and work my body out. I got up than went to the bathroom. Did my hygiene. I let my wet hair be tied up. Wore my black tights, pink sport bra with my sneakers. I took my jacket than walked out the room. When I got to the living room. Kelvin was knocked out on my couch with beer. Beer bottles everywhere and takeaway. I ain't gonna clean that up. I put on my earplugs and listened to my music as I walked out our apartment.

We have a gym down the road so I don't have to walk that long. Once I got there. I was ready. I hung my jacket and increased my volume for ma' music. It keeps me going. I went on the race track machine and started running.