Do I Still Have Your Heart ? | SEQUEL

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S A V A Y | G O N Z A L O

"So who's the special someone?" I teased

We both sat a the coffee shop drinking our frappe shakes and eating cinnamon buns to get caught up with one another like the ironic days.

"Savvy, he's coming. Please just relax." Sydney whispered embarrassed.

I laughed, "God. I never seen you so nervous, what the hell he do to you?"

"Please go to the hottest part of hell and sit by the devil's ankles."

I choked on my drink as she tried to hide her face but ended up laughing with me. "He must be the charmer, your being so... normal."

The bell ringed and both of our eyes went in that direction. Beth walked in with a pale look until she saw me. "I don't know if I should beat your ass or hug you. You get the life and forget all about me."

I quickly stood up hugging her, "After all this time I'd think you would've retired."

"Chile, I'm no where near that stage. Just gotta keep going until I make a way." I nodded digging in my purse grabbing my check book.

"No Savay, I don't want your pity."

"Pity Beth?, I'm helping a true friend out. You've always been there for me. So... before you quit go make me 2 boxes of cinnamon rolls. A dozen for each." I handed the paper to her sitting back down finishing the rest of my conversation with Savay.

"3-3 million? I can't take this!?" She semi-whispered.

"You can and you will. Hurry so we all can get the hell out of here."

Her eyes watered as she hugged me, "Your truly an angel."

I smiled as Lucas came in, "Hey."

"Hey, how's the job?"

"Good, whenever Orlando isn't yapping his gums about you."

"Oh, cut it out."

"I'm serious, everywhere we walk he's talking about you."

I waved my hand as I sat down and he stood in front of the table we were sitting at. Him and Sydney made eye contact and I felt the tension.

"You to know each other?"

"Yes, we do." He mumbled smiling.

I wide-eyed Sydney and slammed my hands on the table excitedly. "Oh my god!, is this your boyfriend?"

"Savay, stop making a scene."

I was shocked, Sydney use to always say how he was weird and so quiet. Well I guess opposite personalities attract one another.

"She's been hiding me for a few months now."

"Excuse me! M-months Sydney Marie?! This friendship is over." I quickly put my hand in her face as she slapped it away laughing.

"Oh come on, I had to make a perfect way to tell you."

"And that plan took months. Go to hell with that excuse luv." I laughed.

Beth came back with my cinnamon buns as she smiled happily, "Fuck y'all! BITCH I QUIT!" She ran out screaming laughing as everyone looked so shock but all we could do was laugh even more.

"Well, I'll let you two love birds have it. I'm going to see my son."

"Ok babes, talk to you later. Be safe."

"Always." I cheesed

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I quietly went through Orlando's slide door, the tv blasted coco melon as I heard my son giggling. I walked in to see he was in the living room all alone and I shook my head. I turned off the tv grabbing Omari and running into a closet dropping something in the process. I'll teach him on leaving my son alone.

Seconds later, footsteps walked into the leaving room and I could feel the confusion on Orlando's face. "Shit." I heard him mumble.

"Savay's going to fucking kill me." I heard his shoes pacing back and forth.

"Hello? Tony, somebody just took Omari. I don't fucking know, I was in my office and it got quiet I came in here and he was fucking gone."

As I opened the closet door, Orlando body was facing the door and face staled. "I found him... long story." He hung up the phone as I laughed.

"Don't do shit like that Savay, I was about to have a fucking heart attack."

"Don't leave my son by himself unsupervised."

"I was in my office for a second."

"As you can see, that all it takes."

He rolled his eyes and then it got an awkward silence. I began playing with Omari as I felt his eyes glazing the side of my head.

"Do you need something Orlando?"

"I just want to know how you been doing?"

I nodded, "Very good. I mean I can't complain, but I feel good."

"You look good, and glowing. Got a special someone?"

"Dear god, don't start that."

"I just want to know that us being together will always be on the table."

"Now you feel like me when you told me we were getting a divorce through my damn Tia."

"And I've been trying to apologize-

"AN APOLOGY IS EXACTLY WHAT I'M TIRED OF."

"I don't understand."

I stood up putting my son in his playpen grabbing my car keys. "Of course you don't, you never do."

My wrist was grabbed as I walked away forcing me to turn around. "Baby, please talk to me. I don't know the first thing about a damn relationship."

"We've been together for 3 1/2 years, that excuse is so bull shit and you know it."

I'm loving this new me. I'm not taking no more shit, I've been through enough in life WITHOUT him being in it. The whole point of marriage and a partner was so they can make them negative thoughts and moods go away. It's like every time we get back on a good page, it gets fucked up. News flash, it's never my fault.

"Just tell me what I need to do so I can make things right. I scheduled a appointment with an therapist. I'll take time off work, I'll fire every woman you have a grudge over. Just don't leave me."

"Orlando, that's the problem. You shouldn't have to do all of that if you truly loved me."

"Truly love you- I'll risk it all for you! I'll shut down any thing that's in the way of you loving me back."

"I do love you, just because I won't let you walk over me doesn't mean I don't."

"I'm not trying to walk over you."

"Orlando, your mentally and emotionally abusive towards me-

"What- Get out."

"Glad too."

As I walked out I felt his hands push me out the door as he muttered, "And you can forget about every seeing your son again you ungrateful bitch."

I laughed, "Your just proving what I said even more dick head. Touch me like that again and your mother is going to be reminiscing memories about you."

"At least I have a mother." I turned around slowly running towards his door as he quickly slammed it.

I pounded my fist heavily hoping it was somehow break down. Tears ran down my face, "I FUCKING HATE YOU. I HOPE YOU DIE IN MISERY YOU FUCKING NASTY DISGRACEFUL PSYCHOLOGICAL PIECE OF SHIT!"

I walked away not knowing what to do next.