Getting out of the car, I went to go see what she was doing.
“What you looking for?” I asked as she searched through her trunk.
“Something to beat they ass with. They not about to get off easy this time.”
“Let’s just see what’s going on first before you go jumping to conclusions.”
“I ain’t tryna hear none of it. Either way, we about to be prepared for some shit to pop off,” Dawn replied. “Fuck! I can’t find my damn bat! Shit, this double dutch rope gon’ have to work.”
“What you doing with a double dutch rope in your trunk?”
“Girl, it’s good exercise. Me and a few of my friends meet up and jump every once in a while. You should come with us one day,” Dawn replied, separating the two ropes handing me one then walking off toward Shane’s front door. “Come on, why you just standin’ there? Now ain’t the time for you to be gettin’ all soft. Your damn husband in there fuckin’ your gay ass bestie! Are you in shock cause I know like hell you betta not be in denial.”
Speed walking to catch up to Dawn, all I could do was pray.Lord, please don’t let this be what I think it is.As soon as Dawn got to the front door, she started ringing Shane’s doorbell and knocking on the door at the same time like she was the feds.
It took a good ten minutes before we heard what sounded like Shane’s voice coming to the door.
“Who the hell ringin’ my shit and knockin’ on my damn door like the fucking police!” We heard Shane say right before he swung the door open. “What in the hell!”
“Where he at?” Dawn shouted. “The fuck is Justin’s ass at?”
“What the hell is going on?” Shane asked, looking from me to Dawn.
“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” I answered. “Where is Justin at, and why is he at your house?”
“Whaa… Whaaat you mean—” Shane tried to ask, but by then, Dawn had pushed him out the way and walked into his house.
“Justin! Justin! Bring your ass out here, motherfucker!” Dawn yelled.
“Why would you think he here though?” Shane asked.
“Stop playing, Shane. His car is parked two houses down. Where else would he be?” I asked, giving him a mean mug. “The real question is what’s going on between you two? Why has my husband been over here since last night?”
“I, I, I, I don’t know what you talkin’ about,” Shane stuttered.
Before any of us could say anything else, Justin came walking up to the front door putting his shirt on with his pants unzipped.
“You dirty motherfucker you!” I spat, barging into the house, further confronting Justin. “What the fuck! What are you doing here, Justin?” I asked, and before he could answer, my reflexes had got the best of me and I swung the rope that was in my hand at him, hitting him across his face and chest. “You fuckin’ Shane now?” I asked as I continued swinging the rope.
“What the fuck!” was all Justin could say as he continued to try to cover himself as I whooped his ass with the rope.
As I was whooping Justin’s ass, Dawn was giving Shane the ass whipping of his life. The whole time she was fussing and cussing him out calling him all types of names. Somehow, Justin was able to grab ahold of the rope preventing me from hitting him.
“Let me explain, it’s not what you think,” he pleaded.
“What’s to explain? You come walking up in here, putting your clothes on and shit. I can’t believe you!” I cried.
As Justin stood there trying to come up with a good enough excuse, Shane had somehow broke free from the ass whooping Dawn was giving him.
“I’m calling the police!” Shane bellowed.
Shane was fair skinned, so you could tell that Dawn had really got his ass good because his face, chest, and arms were bright red with welts all over him. I knew that Justin was lying when he said that nothing was going on because Shane only had on a pair of boy shorts.
“I’m so sorry, Ava! I never meant for you to find out like this,” Shane admitted then continued. “But I’ma have to ask you to get your guard dog under control, or I’ma have to call the police on y’all.”
“Guard dog!” Dawn shouted as she swung the rope and hit him across his back causing him to scream out in agony. “You over here doing God knows what with my sister’s husband, you lil punk ass! You lucky I don’t kill yo nasty ass. And you!” she shouted, pointing her finger at Justin. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself! You have a wife and you over here fuckin’ this nigga!!”
“Come on, Dawn. Let’s go. I’ve seen all I need to see. As for you,” I said pointing to Justin, “we’re done! There’s no coming back from this shit.” To show him that I meant business, I took off my wedding ring and threw it in his face.
