Olivia
"And listen boy, I'm no rowdy chick, sometimes I have to fight cus my mouth too slick, baby why you doing me like I ain't worth ish, make me wanna ride past your house or sit, kick down your doors and smack ya chick", I sing along to So Gone by Monica.
I grab the gasoline and pour it all over D'Angelo's clothes. I grab the lighter and turn it on. I light it on his clothes and the fire forms, spreading quickly. I grab all the pictures of us and throw them in the fire as well. I smile as I watch it all burn.
No words can describe the utter shame and pain I feel, knowing that the muhfucka I love fucked a close friend of mine after we broke up. Why was he so quick to go to her right after our break up? Were they already seeing each other while we were together? I don't know what to believe anymore.
Muhfuckas constantly do me dirty. They always put me second. Am I not good enough? Am I always gonna be someone's second choice? I get that what I did to D'Angelo was wrong, but for him to fuck somebody I trusted says a lot.
I guess I'll always be the last person to think about.
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Mack
"She's been out there since early this morning", Yanna says watching Olivia.
"You ain't tried bringing her in?"
"She's outside burning D'Angelo's stuff. What exactly am I supposed to say? She's dealing with it her own way."
"She's unhinged. She's bound to do anything. You see her ass almost killed Kaliyah."
"As she should've. I would've killed that bitch had she done that to me."
"That's not the point."
"Here's what you don't get Mack. It's the principle of the thing. Kaliyah had no business having sex with D'Angelo. Point blank period."
"I'm going out there."
" I think you should leave her alone."
I ignore her and walk outside on the deck. "Olivia", I say sitting next to her. No reply.
"You wanna talk about it?"
No response.
"You wanna go out? It can just be a brother sister day, just me and you."
Still no response.
"I'll buy you food. Maybe some ice cream if you want it."
She looks over at me and grins. "I hate you. You know I love food."
"I hate you too now get up fat ass."
"Ion wanna get up. Carry me."
"Carry you? The fuck I look like? Ian yo chauffeur."
"Then imma sit here depressed."
I roll my eyes. "Ight man."
She smiles and gets up. I roll my eyes and pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and clings to my neck.
"You a fucking baby bro", I laugh.
