One Shots

No More Drama

Imani
2021

"It's time to hit the door buddy." I chuckled nonchalantly as I zipped this suitcase up. I wheeled it out of my room while tuning out whatever bullshit Kyle tried to spit my way and slid it down the carpeted steps following it until I reached the bottom. I picked it up by the handle and made my way towards the door when Kyle grabbed me up by the arm and I shook myself loose. "Mani just calm down, ight? We done been through too damn much to just throw it away."

"Well you shoulda thought about that before you start sneaking around with that bitch," I said while pointing my finger in his face and he slapped my hand away hard and I felt the most intense rage course through my veins. "Go head, bruh," I hollered, dropping the suitcase at my feet and starting to throw punches to Kyle's chest.

This was the third time this week I found texts between him and some random broad in his phone, and I was sick of it. He pushed me and I pushed his ass back. "Leave!" I spat. "Mommy..." Armani, our five year old daughter, cried for me and without turning my head I told her to go to her room. "So you wanna fuck up what we got over a couple texts? You wanna fuck up our family over that?"

I scoffed. "No nigga— you fucked up what we had over a couple texts!" I said opening the door for him and throwing the suitcase I'd packed his clothes in out of it. "We ain't even do nothing! I asked her to meet up so she could help me pick out a birthday gift for you." I rolled my eyes. "After midnight? Get the fuck out Kyle." I pointed out the door as he stood towering over me.

"I'ma give you some space since that's what you want. But when I come back, we gone talk and you better be off that bullshit." He said like his word was law and I laughed in his face. "Understand this. Once you walk out that door, ain't no coming back. I ain't no bitter bitch you can see your daughter. But me and you, we through," I said cutting my hand across my neck and shaking my head as he kissed his teeth. "Man, whatever. I'll see you tomorrow." "Yeah, whatever." I retorted as he walked out the door and I slammed it shut as soon as he crossed the threshold.

Going upstairs, I looked around for Armani for a second before I found her laying in my bed with a pillow over her face. Walking in quietly, I crept up to the bed snatching the pillow and hitting her pudgy lil stomach with it to make her giggle. "Whatchu doin' silly girl?" She stood on my bed clinging to me and I laid down holding her. "Mommy, I love you." I smiled. "I love you more turkey butt." She laughed so hard, "You're a turkey butt," she said, sitting on my stomach to play numbers with me.

After playing for a while, Armani and I ate and then got ready for bed. After her bath she begged to sleep with me so I allowed her to— but only after I made it clear that we wasn't watching none of that Peppa Pig bullshit. I looked over to see her fast asleep on what used to be her daddy's side of the bed.

Out of curiosity I decided to check Kyle's location to see that he was at the same place his phone had visited those three nights he came home late between this and last week. He wasn't at his mother's and he damn sure wasn't out with any of his corny ass homeboys. Besides, his text history proved that this was some little bitch who ain't mind playing the side he was creeping with in the middle of the night.

I let Kyle play with my heart long enough. I been putting up with his wandering eye since I started showing during my pregnancy with Armani. I know my worth though, and I'm for sure worth more than having to be just an option. If I ain't the only one, I'd rather not be one at all. I wiped my tears as I became angry with myself for letting them fall in the first place. I turned his location off and got up to get a bottle of wine from the kitchen. I grabbed a glass on my way back to my room and laid up with NCIS as my company as I took on the task of deleting any pictures of us without Armani out of my phone.

I'd been in love with Kyle since I was seventeen years old. But it didn't take long for him to show his true colors once he realized how much he meant to me. Yet, I still loved him through it all. When we wasn't on the right terms I could be all kinds of bitches and I'd dealt with so much disrespect and infidelity that for a while I just let myself be numb to it. I still love him. But I'm tired of hurting. I don't want no more drama and I don't need no more pain.

Two Weeks Later

I ran to the door hearing loudest banging with the burner in my hand and laughed as I looked through the peephole to see Kyle on the other side of it steaming. I unlocked the door, cracked it and he pushed his way inside pushing me up against the wall. "You changed the locks?" He asked and I nodded. "Yeah, you don't live here no more remember? And six feet, please? There's a pandemic going on." He kissed his teeth as he put some space between us.

His eyes shifted to the gun in my hand. "Why the fuck you got that out?" I rolled my eyes. "You was banging on the door like you was out your damn mind. I ain't know who it was." I sat it on the small table that held the key dish and pictures of me and Armani. "Anyway, whatchu doing here? You can see Armani but she's taking a nap."

"I ain't here to see about Armani, I'm here to see about you. Why you ain't been returning my calls?" I cocked my head to the side. "Cuz them voicemails you left me wasn't about nothing." He pulled me into him by my hips. "They was. They was bout us. Baby Ion't wanna give this up. You know you and Armani my whole world."

I put my hand on his chest and took a few steps back. "Well now Armani needs to be your whole world. Listen I know the way I clicked out prolly made you think I just needed to calm down and then we was coming back, but we not. We had some real good times but... I want better for myself. I can't be home to you when you acting like home ain't where you wanna be. Not no more."

"Come on, you can't be for real Mani. What happened to you and me being locked in?" I laughed, "Well now you locked out." "Man shut the fuck up..." He shook his head. "And Kyle, how can you act all hurt, when the night I threw you outta here, you went straight to that bitch house? What you forgot we both had our location on?" He stood there frozen before finally speaking up, "I just don't see how you can go from loving on a nigga to acting like you acting. Maybe I should be lookin' at you sideways. What the fuck you been doing Imani?" Kyle asked with furrowed brows.

I shook my head. "Typical ass nigga. And I didn't say I don't love you no more Kyle. But I'm trying real hard not to hate you for the sake of my child and you should appreciate that. Also, you ain't gotta look at me no kind of way because what we had together is done and that's because of nobody but you."

"So you really ready to tear up our family over some bullshit?" I pursed my lips. "Say that shit all you want to, but you ain't gone be able to convince nobody but that dirty bitch you been fuckin' that I'm the bad guy. I held yo ass down when you ain't have a job and I was faithful to yo undeserving ass all while raising our daughter while you spent your free time out on top of Lord knows who. Shit, I told you once you walked out that door it wasn't bout to be no coming back and you proved that you don't take me serious. It is what it is Kyle, I gotta do what's right for me so I can be good for my child."

He stood there speechless and broken looking as I shrugged nonchalantly. "You're more than welcome to stay to see Armani but she just laid down." He sighed before walking towards the door and mumbled, "Have her call me when she wakes up," on his way out. I shut the door behind him and a few tears dropped from my eyes as I held my hand over mouth to keep myself quiet.

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