Sage

Chapter Thirty Six

"How could you?!" Shrilled a voice.

"Chill with all that," André said nonchalantly. He was seated in his living area, smoking a blunt and scrolling down his phone.

"There ain't no chill with all that," Ashley mimicked, "You went and impregnated my friend when you are still with me? I thought you don't roll that way," she was standing in front of him as she crossed her arms over her chest.

André shook his head slowly and chuckled, his low eyes were focused on the little screen not too far from his face, "You done?"

Ashley fumed, she felt betrayed and at that moment, disrespected. She came to confront her boyfriend but he seemed unbothered, he did not see wrong in what he did.

"How many?" She screamed.

"How many what?" André peered at the girl before him before returning to what he was looking at. A smile played on his lips as he ogled a picture.

Ashley lunged at him and snatched his phone out of his hand. She looked at the screen and was met with a naked body perched on a chair with the legs parted.

The face looked familiar but Ashley didn't bother to entertain that recognition or lack of.

André laughed lowly and sat up, "Give me my shit," he took his last pull from what remained of his blunt before chucking it in a glass ashtray beside him.

"I loved you and this is what you do?" She asked with teary eyes.

Her body quivered as she watched his eyes twinkle with mirth, anger boiled within her, she needed a release.

"What did you think this was? Love and marriage?" he asked, his high getting ruined, "Now quit with alla that and give me my shit back. I'm still asking nicely," he warned.

Ashley's ears lost hearing, tears stained her face as she threw his phone against the wall. The sound from that impact didn't get a chance to die down when André pounced at Ashley.

He smacked the whole side of her face before holding her a few feet off the floor by her neck, "Give me a reason to not kill you right now," he sneered as his nostrils flared.

Ashley clawed at his hands with her feet kicking beneath her.

André's eyes were red as he let go and her body slumped down, "Get the fuck out, and this," he pointed at him then her, "Is history."

"Fuck you," Ashley spat from the ground.

André shook his head, "I ain't got time for this," he left the room and went up the stairs to his bedroom to change from the shorts he was dressed in.

Ashley got off the floor and followed him, "I ain't done nigga!" She shouted behind him.

They got into the room and he went to his walk-in closet, he blocked Ashley's rumpus out as he removed light blue jeans from a shelf, along with a white gold shirt to wear.

"You ain't shit, alla y'all niggas. Prey on the young just to bust a quick nut and walk around as if that's an achievement. You came into my life acting like a knight in shining armor and stupid me believed your bullshit! This is the last time," Ashley shook her head with a wet face.

She was bouncing on the balls of her feet while she held André's gun in her hands, pointing it at him.

André placed his clothes on his bed, "If you won't use that, I suggest you put it down," he said as he turned his back and sauntered towards his bathroom.

A shot resounded, shocking André in his step. He turned around, slower than he intended.

A second bullet pierced the skin covering his chest, he staggered. Initially from disbelief.