Hanging up with Kevin, I couldn’t contain my happiness. He always had a way of making me feel so special, wanted, and needed. My only concern and fear was how long it would last.
DAWN
Hanging up with my sister, I couldn’t have been happier for her. It really made my day that she was now divorced from that jackass and ready to move on with her life. I wished I could’ve been a fly on the wall to see that joker’s face when he realized the divorce had been finalized. But it served his ass right. What he did to my sister was downright dirty as hell. He risked her life for some backdoor booty action. He should be ashamed of his fucking self!
To each their own when it came to a person’s sexual preference, but to be on the DL and risk giving someone you claim to love a disease that they could never get rid of isn’t love in my eyes. All Justin had to do from the start was let my sister know that he preferred men. That would have given her the opportunity to decide for herself if staying married to his piece of trash ass was even worth it.
The nerve of Shane to still be reaching out to Ava after everything he did to her. He had a whole lot of audacity to even think it was okay to reach out. Every time I thought about it, it took me back to the day that Ava and I caught Justin at Shane’s house.
Ava was so upset they had gotten into an argument the night before that she barely slept. Then that nigga had the nerve to not come home, which raised a big red flag. She wanted to see what was so important that it would keep him from going home to her, so she went to the tracking app that I had told her to download and added him to it without Justin knowing and saw that he was at Shane’s house. When I tell you that I couldn’t get there fast enough to see what the hell was going on! Then for Shane to come to the door half-dressed while Justin was still putting his clothes on as he walked up to the door had both me and Ava blown away.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what they had been up to. The look of guilt shown on both of their faces was super obvious. Then the whole HIV virus debacle was way too much for me. When my sister told me that she had to get tested my heart broke for her. All I could say was that Justin and Shane both were two lucky ass motherfuckers, ‘cause if my sister would have tested positive, I would have personally saw to it that the both of them would have met an early demise. And, that was on my life, my sister’s, and both of our deceased parents. So, to say that I was excited that Ava was done with their asses was an understatement.
Thankfully, I was just finishing up with my last client when Ava called and asked me if I wanted to go out and celebrate with her tonight. Hell, I was so excited that I probably would have cancelled my appointments if they would’ve interfered with me celebrating her divorce. I stayed booked and busy so it wouldn’t have been anything major for me. Now I just needed to call up Troy and ask him if he wanted to join us.
“Okay, hunny,” I said to my client Meka as I handed her a handheld mirror so that she could look at the back of her head. “Do you see all this body though?” I asked as I combed my handthrough her hair showcasing the bounce that I had managed to give it, styling it in a hi-low bob.
“Girl, I love it!”
“It’s so pretty and soft,” I complimented.
“Yaaaas! And that’s why you’re the best. I only fucks with you on the hair tip.”
“I appreciate it, love. Same time, same place in two weeks, right?”
“You know it,” Meka replied, handing me the money to pay for her hair services. “I absolutely love this cut, Dawn! I’ma give you a little extra on the tip this time.”
“Ouuuu…I sure appreciate it.” I replied, satisfied with the extra twenty-five she paid on top of the twenty-five-dollar tip she usually gave, making it fifty.
After Meka left the shop, I hurried back to my workstation to grab my phone so that I could call Troy to see if he was available. I didn’t want to call him while my client was still here because I didn’t like people to be all up in my business. When Ava called me to tell me about the divorce, I was not only waiting for her call, but my client was under the hair dryer, so I was able to talk freely without her being all up in the mix. Going to Troy’s number and hitting send, I held my cell phone between my shoulder and ear then grabbed the broom so that I could sweep the hair off the floor.
“Hello,” some female answered.
“Hello?” I responded.
“Who the fuck is this?” the female’s voice boomed through the phone. Feeling confused, I looked at my phone screen to see if I had dialed the right number. “Uh, HELLO? Who the fuck is this? Whoever the bitch is must be scared to talk,” I heard the chick say.
“Excuse me, can I speak to Troy?” I responded, trying not to snap and act the fool. I was taken completely off guard but didn’t want to make any assumptions just yet.
“I don’t know, can you?”
“I don’t know what all the attitude is about. You don’t know me and thank God I have no clue who the fuck you are. I called to speak to Troy, is he available or not?”
“You ain’t got to know who I am to know not to call my nigga phone again, bitch!”
“Excuse me?” I just knew she didn’t say Troy was her nigga. He did mention that he had two sisters, so I was kinda hoping it would’ve been one of them.
“You heard what the fuck I said, bitch!”
“All that name callin’ ain’t necessary. You lucky this conversation over the phone and not in person, otherwise this bitch would beat yo ass!” I snickered.
“It ain’t nothin’ to link up bitch!”
“Give me my got damn phone, Monica!” I heard Troy’s voice blare in the background. “You done lost all of your damn mind answering my shit!”
“You always got some bitch callin’ you—” I heard the chick say in the background over some tussling, then Troy spoke.
“Hello, who dis?”
