Encounter

ʙᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ.

——— Mahalia's POV ———

I dropped the cellphone on to the cold tile floor. I immediately felt sick to my stomach. I heard Keyon's voice calling my name in the distance as I ran through the hall way to get to the toilet. I threw up every where. The breakfast I ate today, gone. The lunch I had?Gone. Everything came out of my stomach and emptied into the toilet.

First, he cheats on me and potentially gets someone pregnant. Secondly, I get jumped by three bald headed hoes and end up having bruised ribs and a broken knee. Now...now he was telling me that I should get checked for having HIV? If he had had HIV from the start of our relationship..why didn't he tell me then? Did he know and just now decided to fucking say something?

I felt weak to my knees. My stomach was hurting and the air surrounding me felt suffocating. I flushed the toilet twice and got up and brushed my teeth and washed my hands. I know I'd just heard some bad news, but first thing in the morning I was going to get checked. I couldn't go now anyways, it was late and I had a dinner to attend.

I prayed to God that everything was going to get better. It had to get better. This could possibly ruin my chances of having sweet little children. Life could just not get any worse. I peeled off the clothes I had on and threw them in the basket. I just couldn't make it to dinner tonight. This was the last straw for me.

I wobbled my way into the kitchen and picked up my phone. I hung up on Keyon and dialed my dad's number. Voicemail. I tried again. Voicemail once again. After the third try I gave up and left a voicemail telling my Daddy that I couldn't make it because I threw up and I wasn't doing so good.

I did want to go to support him, but I couldn't bare anymore bad and I just knew that that witch was gone give me hell.
Once I put my phone on the charger, I hit my bed and cried silently into my pillow. It was late at night I should've known not to be driving no where with bad eye sight.

Why God? Why me? What's wrong with me?

——— Omniscient ———
The next morning Mahalia woke up groggily. She didn't have work today because she dedicated her Sundays to church. No matter the hour of day, she'd turn on the TV and listen to Bishop Walter giving the Sunday gospel. Today was also the day that she was going to get checked.

She had no symptoms but not everyone experiences things the same way. She unplugged her phone and dialed the clinics number to see if they accepted walk ins.

"Good morning this is Mahalia Lawson and I was calling to ask if you all accept walk in patients."

The other woman on the line asked for her age, weight, and height and home address and told her to come in at 1:30 this afternoon. She hung up after and sighed. She felt better releasing her pain through tears, but big girls didn't cry. No, no. Big girls couldn't cry. They already had enough to deal with. Tears wouldn't solve anything.

Revenge would.

——— Zaire's POV ———

It had been a while since me and shorty had spoke. We texted everyday through messenger but I missed her smile and I definitely missed watching that ass jiggle when she walked away. This def was a change from skinny bitches but Mahalia was different. I dunno how, but I felt a spark when I touched her. Shit, I wanted to do way more than that but we just got to know one another.

I texted her through messenger and let her know that I was gone slide later on and take her out. All she ever talked about was work and school, work and school. Nothing else. That lead me to know that that's all she ever did. She ain't have no outside life other than work or school. So, I wanted to take her out and show her a good time.