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JERMAINE

"Don't cry for me anymore baby girl, cry for yourself" I said to Natasha as she walked past me into the closet of our bedroom. This wasn't what I expected to come home to, but my feelings towards her were right. Something hadn't been quite right for awhile and I couldn't put my finger on it, and she happened to reveal it all tonight. I took a seat on the couch at the foot of the bed. I kicked off my shoes, and watched her get dressed in the closet. Natasha threw on a matching nighty set and grabbed her silk robe. Coming out to place her towel in the bathroom, she stopped as she met my gaze on the couch.

"So it's true huh? These marks on your neck." I asked standing up before her. She shook her head, "Yes" she said taking a step back from me. I felt anger overtake my body and I rushed her into the wall with my hand around her neck with a slight grip. Natasha gulped heavily looking my eyes. "How the fuck? What the fuck were you thinking?" I yelled at her putting a slight shake to her neck. Natasha slightly gasped for air and I quickly let go, undermining my own strength. I was letting my anger get the best of me and I took a step back from her feeling myself getting a bit choked up. I took off my shirt and backed away from her completely. "I'm sorry" she managed to get out, holding her neck. "Sorry?! Bitch you lucky I don't-" Before I knew it the word just flew out, I couldn't help myself in my wrath of anger. "Bitch?! You might wanna rethink that!" Natasha said with an attitude coming towards me. I walked into the closet to drop my shirt in the hamper when she followed me. "I don't like you behind me like this in an enclosed space. Get from around me Natasha!" I barked. She snatched the shirt away from me before I could drop it in the hamper.

"Don't you ever call me a bitch again!" She yelled. "Drop my fucking shirt in the hamper girl! If I touch you, I'ma hurt you!" I warned. "Hurt me?!" she questioned in disbelief staring at me. I furrowed my brow at her repulsive response, here I was coming home to comfort her, and she drops the bomb on me that she's cheated on me. But now she expects me to talk to her when she's disrespected our relationship. "Look, I'm not doing this shit tonight. I'm not fucking with you in an enclosed space!" I said leaving the closet. She followed behind me, I guess she noticed that I was pretty hot with her, I could feel the reddening on my face growing from anger. I couldn't accept the news and I'll be damned if I let her talk me down right now. I had so many questions, and another reason to just leave. Four years just wasted away over Natasha's selfish indulgences once again. I was so disgusted to the point that all I wanted to do was hurt her. Jail didn't scare me, but the consequences of tonight would jeopardize my future and cease the existence of my legacy if tempted. This woman brought out the best in me and dragged out my worst. I hadn't felt pain like this since the first time with Malcom and for that I was ready to go to war over her.

Naïve isn't the word I'd use for myself, but I wasn't a stranger to her games. With her admission of guilt and betrayal, I wanted to know why simply because I have been nothing but good to her. There's no excuse in the world or reason as to why anyone would want to tarnish something that I thought was everlasting. I can't fathom why anyone in their right mind would be so self-centered and ignorant to something so good in front of them. I watched as she stood at the threshold of the door, staring at me as I breathed heavily trying to calm myself down. "Have you gotten tested?" I asked as calm as I could. Natasha sighed, "Not yet" she breathed. I sighed in disappointment, "I know you've been fucking us both. So why haven't you taken some responsibility for your actions?!" I asked angrily. She shook her head like a child. "NATASHA! This isn't about you anymore! My life is at stake! You're playing with multiple people right now, and if there's something that I need to know, you better find out quick!" I yelled.

Natasha jumped at my voice. "Jermaine, I'm going in the morning. Chill" "Chill?! You added another nigga to the party and you expect me to chill?! First my homeboy and now this?! Who is this cat anyway?!" I asked her. "I don't want to talk about this anymore" she said walking away. "Sit your ass on this bed and talk to me!" I yelled. Natasha kissed her teeth, "You're not gonna talk to me like I'm a fucking child Jermaine!" she said walking up on me. Out of reflex, I pushed her onto the bed quickly. Natasha crossed her arms immaturely and watched as I stood in front of her, waiting for her to talk. "Throwing me on the bed isn't gonna make me talk" she spat. "But fucking around on me got you here. So who is he?" I asked. She shook her head and fanned me off. "So you wanna defend him and keep him a secret but you couldn't defend us by keeping your legs closed?!" I questioned. "Would you stop being childish?!" she retorted. "And would you stop being a hoe?! You fuck my homie of 10 years and then you do this. Guess I need to stick around for the next nigga to take his turn huh?" I roared sarcastically. Defeated, Natasha rose from the bed, "So that's how you really feel about me" she asked glossy eyed and heartbroken. "Nah, that's how you really feel about me" I said touching her chest that was covered in hickeys. Staring in her eyes, I knew that my words cut deep and I went overboard. I couldn't bring myself to apologize.