“I’m about to go home. I need a minute to be by myself,” I wiped my eyes as I said this to him.
“Ay, don’t do that little ass girl shit with me. I said something that you didn’t want to hear, so you going to run off because of it? I love you Dionne, but I’m not the nigga that’s going to be in your life that’s filling your head up with shit that sounds good, and that I feel you would want to hear. What benefit does that serve you? All I’m telling you is that you’ll never find peace trying to protect that nigga. That fuck nigga violated you. I ain’t telling you to go take a stand and tell everybody what he did. All I’m saying is that the woman that carried you for nine months and that raised you should know what a nigga that she brought into ya’ll home did to you,” he finished.
As he spoke to me, tears were racing down my face. I couldn’t even look at him because I was having a moment with myself.
During that, his phone started ringing. Through the sweats that he was wearing, I could see the way his screen lit up in his pockets. As I was wiping my face, I watched as he took the phone out of his pocket, looked at the screen, which I could see that it was just numbers, since the number wasn’t saved to his phone. I watched the way he declined the call, and he put the phone back in his pocket. Maybe because I was already running off so many emotions, but him doing that was a red flag for me, and I was going to speak on it.
“Who was that?” I asked him.
“I don’t know,” he was quick with his response, and before I could even say anything else, his phone started ringing again.
His ass tried to be slick this time, and not pull it out of his pocket, but I could still see the glow of the screen lighting up.
“So, answer the phone, and find out who it is,” I said.
When I said that, he looked at me like I was crazy and laughed.
“Dionne, what the fuck is you on tonight? Why you down my throat about who I got calling me? You saying that like in the little time that we’ve been fuckin around, I’ve gotten caughtcheating or some shit. Fuck you got going on tonight?” he snapped.
My reaction was quick as I went inside of his sweats, pulled his phone out, and I was able to see that it was the same number calling again. Tank never tried to stop me. In fact, he stood there with this mug on his face, looking angry, as if he wanted to slap the shit out of me.
I slid the bar across, answered the phone, and I put it on speaker, so that we both could hear who was on the other side. I didn’t say anything when I answered though because I wanted the caller to be the one to speak first.
“Tavion? Can you hear me?” it was a females voice on the other end.
She had a soft, feminine voice. Hearing her call him by his government name damn near knocked the air out of my lungs because I knew that a lot of people didn’t call him that. When we met, he told me how his mom was the only one that would call him by his real name, and now that I was in the picture, I would say it often as well.
“Who is this?” I asked, getting right to the point, my eyes on Tank.
I was seconds away from swinging. I just knew I was. I wasn’t even a violent person, but if this bitch said something to me over the phone that I didn’t like, I already knew that I was going to lose my mind. I took a chance with his ass, fell in love, and if it was all in vain, I knew that I didn’t have the mental capacity to handle it.
“Crystal,” she said her name as if I was supposed to just know who she was.
“Okay, and what? Why are you calling him?” I wanted to know. There was attitude that was dripping with every word that was coming from my mouth.
Tank looked calm. His eyes weren’t even on the phone that I was holding in my hands. Instead, they were on me.
“Let’s use your brain, mamas. I’m calling because I’m in town, and I want to see your nigga. Can you hand him the phone, please?” this bitch asked me.
“I’m standing right in front of him with the phone on speaker. Anything that you want to say to him, you can go ahead and say it. He hears you,” I let her know, my heart racing, a little scared of what I was going to find out.
“Tank, what’s all this? I gotta go through management now to get in contact with you? Any other time I called you, I was able to get right through to you for that dick. Put a muzzle on your bitch. You know me. I’ll slap the shit out of your hoe!” she snapped, and before I could say anything, Tank snatched the phone out of my hand.
“Ay, watch that shit. I haven’t heard from you in damn near a year, so yeah, you gotta go through management now to get in contact with me. My relationship status has changed from the last time that I was around you. You, and every other bitch no longer have access to this dick. Lose my number yo,” Tank said to her in a calm voice, his eyes still on me.
“And I would love to see you slap me, bitch. He don’t have to put a muzzle on shit! I said what I said. You can come to Miami, and pull up on whatever nigga you want, but it won’t be mine!” I was livid. Like, so angry to the point that I was shaking.
This ghetto ass shit, arguing over a nigga, which were all things that I’ve witnessed my mom, and sisters do over the years, were things that I vowed that I would never do. After the bullshit that I went through with Garrus, I made a vow that I would live a peaceful life, and that I didn’t want any nigga problems.
“I give it about another month, hoe. Niggas like Tank don’t settle down. I was his friend before we started fuckin around. I know all your nigga secrets. He’s ran through so many hoes, so Iknow for a fact that men like him don’t change. Being a dog ass nigga is in his blood. Keep that dick warm for me. I know I’ll be sitting back on it soon,” she shot, and then she hung the phone up.
I was never the type to allow anyone to get the last word, so I tried reaching for Tank’s phone so that I could dial the bitch back, and have a few more words with her, but he knocked my hand out of the way, and he stepped back, not letting me get to his phone.
“Who the fuck is Crystal, Tank?” I asked him.
“A bitch from Alabama that I used to fuck with off and on. I haven’t seen her in almost a year. You been wilding since you walked in the fuckin house,” he snapped.
I couldn’t even hide the fact that my feelings were hurt. My eyes got watery, and within a matter of seconds, I was hard down crying, using both hands to wipe my eyes.
