Bittersweet (COMPLETED)

Sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ

𝟷𝟷:𝟸𝟹 𝙰.𝙼.
𝟹𝟶 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜

I walked up to Otis with my hands in my pockets. He had called me and told me he needed to talk and to meet him at the park. He sat on the bench looking at me before he stood up.

"You know you could've just like came to my house or something, or I could've came to yours..." I said.

"I wanted to meet you here," he said as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Okay... for what?" I asked.

"I need to talk to you," he replied.

"About what?" I asked.

"I think this ain't workin'," he replied.

"What isn't workin'? Us?" I asked before he nodded. "You're jokin' right?"

"Nah, I'm for real. We can't be together-"

"Wait, we can't be together or you don't want to be together?" I asked.

"Both," he replied.

"Why can't we? You're a grown ass man, I'm a grown ass woman," I asked.

"Because the shit got too deep. I don't need that shit in my life," he said before I shook my head in confusion.

"Need what?! Love?! What the fuck is you talkin' about?!" I exclaimed.

"I don't need to be attached to somebody, especially somebody like you. This was supposed to be somethin' fun for me, it's not fun no more. I mean," he said before letting out a small chuckle. "Sorry if that shit comin' out harsh but I just don't fuck wit' you like that. So loose my number," he said before brushing past me.

I tried to grab his arm but he shrugged it off, not even looking me in the face.

"Otis! What the fuck!" I yelled.

"You heard me loud and clear. Lose my shit bruh, for real," he said.

He walked away but I followed him all the way to his car regardless of his numerous pleading to leave him alone. He tried to open the door to get in but I closed it shut.

"What the fuck are you doin'? You look fuckin' stupid! After ten months?! Ten fuckin' months!" I yelled as he looked off into the distance. "I deserve an explanation," I said.

"I gave you one-"

"That wasn't an explanation!" I said cutting him off.

"Well I don't know what you want me to tell you," he said still not looking at me.

"Fuck you, hoe ass nigga," I said slapping him.

He laughed at me before opening his car door and getting in. I kicked his car until he finally pulled off. I went over to my car before getting in and calling Briana.

"Hey girl- you okay? Are you cryin'?" She said answering the phone.

"No! This hoe ass nigga just broke up with me because we were too serious or somethin'!" I exclaimed.

"What?! Where he at now?" She asked.

"I don't know he drove off! I'm still at this bitch ass park! Like you'd think after ten months of a relationship, a good healthy one at that, that he'd be callin' me here to propose not break up with no excuse," I said.

"I say bust his windows in all his cars but what do I know, I'm just a crazy white bitch," Briana said before I laughed. "I don't genuinely think that's why he broke up with you. It seem like there's some type of underlining issue. Don't let him push you away, fight for yo man. But I got to get back to work my break is over. I love you and I'll talk to you when I get off," she said before hanging up.