I looked down at the texts I had in my hand. I was heartbroken, betrayed, and I felt stupid. "What's this, Keyon?" I showed him the text messages of a pregnancy test from some girl he'd been sleeping around with behind my back. My heart ached, my eyes swell with tears, and my fists were balled up. "And please, don't lie to me!"
He looked down at me, his hazel eyes low, that told me he had been drinking. I warned him about his heavy addiction, but not even his moms could talk some sense into him.
"Baby ion een know who tha is, tha girl prolly got tha wrong numba, baby, you know Ia never do you like that! Cross my heart and hope to die." His thick accent rolled off of his tongue like silk, the alcohol hot on his breath.
He crossed his heart, his eyes never leaving mine. "Keyon get out of my face with that bullshit. The girl sent me these texts telling me she ain't wanna keep what y'all have a secret anymore. And it's clear that's your arm in the rest of the pictures she sent me." By now the tears had fallen down my cheeks and onto my neck and I was ready to hit him in his shit.
"Man, Mahalia, you always believing shit people say, tha coulda been somebody else in them pics wih tha same tattoo, girl." He came closer to me trying to caress me and I backed back putting my hands up.
"Bitch, stop lying to me! And don't touch me! God knows what you was doing with your hands while you was with her! I never did you wrong, I had your back through it all..and you go and do this to me?" I threw my android phone at him, hitting his chest in the process. I pushed him aside, just enough to get to my front door.
"Get out."
He looked stunned, and at that moment I broke down. I was angry. I was hurt. "Get. Out. NOW!"
I opened my apartment door for him to get out. My apartment was a two bedroom and the rent was reasonable. Although the neighbors were nosy and loud, the walls weren't paper thin.
"Wait, leh me explain!" I had had enough of him lying to my face, so I pushed him right out of my apartment and slammed the door in his face and locked it. I could hear him banging on the door, and after a good five minutes he stopped. His black ass was prolly out there looking dumb. After a while, I heard a car crank up and leave.
"Fuck, man!"
I leaned my head on the wall, tears streaming down my face like there was no tomorrow. I loved him through whatever, I helped with his drug addiction, I gave this man money and he even got a job with me. Memories of us flashed through my mind and I couldn't help but smile.
•Flashback•
"Hey, baby." I walked into my apartment and sat my back pack down on the floor. I was tired, college ain't no joke. "It smells good in here, what'chu cooking?" Keyon could cook even when I couldn't. I walked to where Keyon was and admired his shirtless body. Good Lord, this man was fine!
"Some fa me and nun fa you." He laughed while holding his head back. His laugh echoed through the apartment and it sounded like smooth caramel being poured.
"Oh, okay, that's coo. I'll just go and get me some Chick-fil-a." I turned around, grabbing my back pack. If he wasn't gone feed me, I'll find somebody else to.
"Baby, baby, i'm juh fuhkin wih you, you know I fixed you some to eat." He stopped me before I left and wrapped his hands around my waist. I could feel his d!ck as it was hard against me. "C'mere and gimme kiss." I turned around, standing on my tip toes and sloppily kissed him. It felt right kissing him, I loved the way his soft lips felt against mines. "Yes, Daddy" I said. I rubbed my hand over his dck through his sweats and smiled big.
He picked me up, and placed me onto the marble counter, our kisses got deep and intense and soon my pants were on the floor.
"Open ya legs."
•Flashback Over•
I got up off of the wall, going into my living room. I turned the TV on to Criminal Minds and stared at the screen. Why did every time I put my trust into someone..they hurt and abused me? I'm tired of being gullible. I'm tired of trusting too much. I'm tired of giving my heart away. I'll never give my heart to a n*gga again. Never.
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Thanks for reading the first chapter. Tell me if you liked it or not. Please don't be rude in my comment section. Did you like Keyon & Mahalia? What's your opinion on the pregnancy test? Was Mahalia wrong? Too much or too little erotica? Let me know, beauts.
✨Kia
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Teen Fiction"Love is just a word until you find someone who gives it meaning." Mahalia Lawson is a twenty-two year old college sophomore with a big heart. She would give anything to fall in love. Too sweet and too giving, she decides to change that. After the b...
