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♠︎ 𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 ♠︎
I pulled up to the curb outside of lakiah's house and took a deep breath. I turned my brights off & checked the time to read 10:24pm. I put my face in my hands, holding back tears & wiped my face and looked in the mirror before going to walk to the door & knock, i got out the car and locked my doors to knock the door before it got opened & i was let in.
I went inside with my hood over my head & sweatshirt tied tight with some of my hair coming out of the top of it. I went into her empty room & sat down while i waited for her to come back.
"Is your clothes clean? I don't want you sitting on my bed if they are." She asked, i nodded while my head was slightly down. Once she came back in the room, i didn't speak because i didn't have the pride to say anything to her. I got up & just sat on the floor instead while we both sat in silence for a good 3-4 minutes.
"What was the point in trying to do this if you wasn't gone speak up & actually talk?" She said in a shaky voice, i shrugged my shoulders.
"I just...don't feel as if i should have a right to say anything. I wanna hear you out." I replied as i raised my head up from my knees.
"Okay well, when we first starting dating 3 years ago. I remember telling you about my issues. And, i just feel as if you took everything i said for granted. As if you.. didn't care. I've given you more than 4 chances Reese, you don't think that didn't change me? I've had a bitch who i knew since 2nd grade snake me.. for YOU. Now, my question is just like... why? All i ever did for you was love you unconditionally, showed you the most loyalty i've showed anyone! You rather get head & pussy then a loyal ass real bitch who would do anything for you. Why would you do me like that?" She explained before breaking down and crawling up.
I wiped my eyes, and sighed. I don't ever show emotion towards anyone, i don't cry at funerals, i don't cry during deaths. I'm not crying to feel sympathy, i'm crying because i'm feeling bad. For me to be raised in a good home, good mom who worked her hardest for all of her kids after coming to this country with nothing at all, my mama would be disappointed if she knew how i treated this girl.
"Listen, i'm gon keep it a stack with you. There's not enough apologies in the motherfucking world that i could give to you for treating you the way i did. I can't say that it wasn't my intentions, because it was & i'm sorry. I can't say that it was the devil, or anyone else. I knew what i was doing & didn't realize that, the main person i was hurting...was the person that i needed the most. I didn't do this to force you to forgive me because you shouldn't forgive me at all, but i want you to know that i'm genuinely, truly sorry."
