The King of Diamond

01

I pulled into the driveway of the home I share with my boyfriend, Xavier and as soon as I cut the car off I grab my purse and hop out. I unlock the door and I'm immediately caught off guard because there is a little boy sitting on my couch watching Paw Patrol which is blasting on my tv.

Now, I know I don't have any children, none of Xavier's or my friends have children, and Xavier should be at work. The boy — who has to be about three or four — is so engrossed in the show, he doesn't even notice me enter. I silently put my things down. When I get closer to the stairwell, I now realize why the living room television is blasting. I hear moaning!

"Oooh! Aaaahh! Yes Papi! Right there— oh, fuck!"
"You like that dick? Take that shit! Don't run from it."

I quietly creep up the stairs and I walk into our bedroom. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" I scream at the top of my lungs. I see my boyfriend with a pretty petite latina woman. She's bent over — face down, ass up style — and he scurries to grab his boxers, while I notice her start to chuckle. She wraps my sheets around her body and is turns to look at me with a smug smile. She says, "Xavier I think it's time you tell her."

Xavier sighs and says, "Diamond, this is Yessenia. That boy downstairs is our son, Koby. We've been seeing each other the past 7 month because I want to give our family a try again. I know we've went half on the house but we would appreciate it if you move out. If you don't, you can take a guest room but they're moving in and Yessenia will be sleeping with me."

In this moment, my heart feels like it's just been ripped out of my chest. I feel so empty. My cheeks and ears are red and burning from anger and embarrassment. We've been together for two entire years. What could have possibly went wrong? Not to mention, Xavier was my first — for everything. How could I be so oblivious?

I put my head down and chuckle as a tear rolls down my face, followed by another, and another until they start streaming down. "I wish you all the best of luck," is all I can manage to say. I go to the closet and grab my suitcases and start throwing my most valued items in them. I go into the bathroom and grab all of my hygiene products. I walk to my vanity and grab all of my hair and cosmetic products. In total, I have two suitcases and two duffel bags. I grab my laptop and it's charger, along with my bluetooth speaker off of the computer desk and i begin to take everything to my car. Xavier grabs one of my suitcases and sets it by my trunk! "I'm sorry it has to end like this," is what this fuck nigga says to me. I could really punch him in his shit, but I'm a business woman and I refuse to let any mothafucka see me sweat! I simply roll my eyes at him and continue loading my car.

After loading my car, I get into the driver seat and pull off. As I sit as a red light, I pull up the GPS to a nearby hotel and I turn onto the expressway, heading to my destination. "Welcome to the Extended Stay Suites," says the receptionist as I walk in. "How may I help you today?"

"Hi, yes I would like to check out a single bed suite for a week," is my reply. See, the thing about me is I own my own beautification center. I do individual lash extensions and micro blading eyebrows. I'm also a licensed esthetician so I do body waxing as well as makeup. I'm just the Jill of all trades, I guess. I'm a hustler, simple. I have multiple ways to bring in money and my clientele is off the charts. I actually make more than Xavier ass! I have a lot of money in my savings and I can make up to $1,000 a day just from my faithful clients alone! That's the only reason I didn't break down and fight over that house. If anything, I need to hurry up and get my name off that damned house. His broke ass probably just used me for a come up and she was in on it.

"Will that be all," the receptionist asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, it will be thank you." She gives me my total and I pay. Thank God I didn't put Xavier on my bank accounts! He can have that damned house. She gives me my room number and I get back in my car and drive to that side of the hotel. Once I park my car, I bring my suitcases and my bags to the hotel. As soon as the door closes, I let out a big sigh and I look around. The suite is actually pretty nice, I think to myself. It'll do until I can get an apartment.

I start unpacking my suitcases and my bags, and when everything is settled I pick out some short shorts and a tank top for me to sleep in. I go and take a long, hot shower and just let my mind process everything that is going on. When I get out of the shower, I lotion up my body and slip on my shorts and the tank top. I roll on some knee-high socks because I hate walking barefoot and I throw my clothes in a bag and place it in my suitcase. Finally, I just drop down to my knees and I pray, as the tears begin to fall.

See I'm no Saint, but my faith runs DEEP. I have a strong connection with the Lord because I'm certain that it was a higher power that brought me out of everything that I've been thrown in my life. That's why I pray daily and put my faith in the Lord.

"God, you've never presented me with anything I couldn't handle before. And you've never let me struggle in vain. Everything I've ever been through was your way of preparing me for a new door you were getting ready to open. I'm trying my best not to question you Lord but I'm just so confused and I'm so hurt. But I trust in you Father, and I will remain patient. Lord please just give me the strength to get through this chapter in my life. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen." I cut the lights off and got in the bed, my mind filled with thoughts of what I was going to do moving forward until I drifted off to sleep.