Erin

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I stood over Cheyenne limp body as she slept peacefully in my king size bed. The sheets draping around only her lady parts , exposing her flat tummy and toned legs.

I smirked . How did she end up here? After all that yelling she did , she still ended up in my bed.

I listened to her cry for hours on my voicemail; " Fuck you Erin. You don't deserve me. I don't deserve this." She sobbed.

I didn't deny that fact that she was right or fight her on her decision to stop dealing with me. But somehow, three hours later, she ended up in my bed with her legs tightly wrapped around my neck.

Did I love her? No. Did I care about her?Yes.
In my defense, I was always honest with her. I told her the truth and never promised her any kind of relationship other than sexual. Sex I can do. Love , I can't.

She stirred in her sleep , her eyes fluttering open slowly. She frowned , "Now why are you standing over me like a serial killer?" She asked.

I chuckled , "You have to go." I said nonchalantly. I didn't mean to sound like that but before I could retract my statement , she flew out of the bed.

"What you mean I have to go - You know what Erin - Fuck you!" She yelled as she shoved one leg into her jeans pant.

"Please Cheyenne lower your voice." I said as I walked towards her.

"Why? Cause your fat ass mama can hear me. You don't be worrying about what she can hear when you be giving me that small ass strap!"She yelled

My mouth dropped. I stood there in disbelief. I can't believe she just said my strap is small , " My strap is not small!" I yelled .

She frowned as she fixed her clothes, she grabbed her few belongings before heading towards the door. With tears in her eyes , she stopped and turned , " I hate you Erin." Was all she said before slamming the door and leaving .

I let out a loud sigh before plopping down on my bed. It's been a long time coming with Cheyenne and unfortunately it was coming to an end . I could sense it . Not because she said the actual words "we're done or she's hate me." , I just don't think she can take me hurting her feelings any longer.

I was not doing it on purpose . She was hurting her own feelings , believing I would change.

My door slowly opened , reviling my mother's chubby face. She was dressed in her usual house gown and a wore a frown on her face. I guess she heard what Cheyenne said.

"That little ragamuffin is not allowed in this house EVER again." She said as her Jamaican accent slurred. I rolled my eyes because this house was my house.

She held hurt in her eyes and a lot of judgement . She hated that I was gay and for a very long time she tried to pray it out of me. Our relationship really went to shit when she tried to have an exorcism on me at sixteen. There was no way I would ever forgive her for that. The only reason I allowed her to stay with ME is because she was broke and didn't want to work. And all my siblings hate her , they don't even come to visit me because of her .

Her tired eyes roamed my room as she looked for something to complain about . She found exactly what she was looking for as her eyes widened at the sight of my strap thrown on the floor.

"You're are so disgusting." She spat at me but missed , lucky for her.

I looked down at the spit that sat beside me , only missing me by a inch.

"Jacklyn , if you ever do that again. I'll put your ass on the street. You old bitch." I cussed . I got up and began stripping the covers off my bed wildly . Jacklyn ignited a different kind of flame on me.

"I will knock you over Erin!" She warned as she fully entered the room.

I ignored her , as I brushed passed her and went into the laundry room. I threw the covers into the washer machine before starting it up.

"You're such an ungrateful bitch." Jacklyn said from behind me. "I should've aborted you." I turned to see her smirking . She knew she would hurt me with that last line. She knew exactly what she was doing.

I stepped into her face , as I bit the inside of my jaw. I raised my hand at her, wanting to slap the hell out of her , "Do it! You want to be a man so bad! I'll get some niggas in here to beat you like one if you lay one finger on me!"she threatened.

I slowly lowered my hand . Not because I was scared of niggas but because I was scared of myself. I went around her and immediately went back into my bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind.

I had to get her out of my house.