In the middle of me explaining what happened to Kojo, he called my phone. Picking up, his loud voice came through the phone. “Why you ain’t call me when shit first popped off?” Kojo said as soon as our call connected.
”I dunno, I figured you might be busy or something,” I shyly said into the phone.
“We might still be gettin’ to know each other, but I can be there for you. You got shit going on with yo ex, and he still in yo life. If he wasn’t there for you, let that nigga go if he can’t be the nigga for you, and I can be that.” Kojo knew of Faheem, and he thought he was my ex I was breaking up with. I told him I was looking for a friend while I dealt with my break up, and he was okay with it.
Letting out a deep sigh, I really contemplated what Kojo was saying. Even if I decided to leave Faheem, I didn’t want to jump right back into another relationship. At least not until I could divorce Faheem and really put him out of my life.
“Yeah, you right,” was all I could think to say. I didn’t really care to talk about Faheem. He was causing enough havoc in my mind as is.
”Where you at? I can come scoop you if you need to clear yo mind.”
”Uhh, I don—“ I stopped talking when I heard the beeping of my other line. Pulling the phone from my ear, I saw Faheem’s name rolling across the scream. “Hold on, Kojo. Two seconds.” I hesitantly clicked over.
”I ain’t think you was finna answer,” Faheem answered casually like everything was good between us.
”I mean, you calling me at midnight when I’d been blowing your phone up since I got off. I shoulda let you talk to my voicemail like I been doing yours,” I smartly answered. My attitude was in full force. I wasn’t holding back on him.
”I’m already knowing you in yo feelin—”
I immediately cut him off. “You fucking right. I had a fucking gun held to my head, my car stolen, and my nigga is M.I.A.”
”What the fuck you talkin’?!” Faheem’s voice thundered through the phone. “Why you ain’t said shit to me? You shoulda been said somethin’!” he continued yelling in my ear.
“How I’ma tell you shit when you won’t pick up the phone?” I yelled right back at his ass.
”You coulda text that shit!”
”I shouldn't have to text you nothing. You should have picked up the fucking phone when you saw me calling multiple fucking times!”
“I told ya hard headed ass I was outta pocket. A nigga couldn’t fuckin’ talk!’”
”Psst. Nigga bye, being with your ex bitch ain’t out of pocket. Lame lying ass nigga.” Faheem wasn’t finna talk his way out of this.
“Ain’t never said I wasn’t with her. Some shit happened, and she needed me there.”
“Fuck her. Nigga, I needed you.” Hearing him say Mixie needed him sent me into a blind rage. I wanted to cut that nigga’s dick off. I didn’t give a fuck what she needed. It wasn’t more important than what I went through.
“It ain’t that simple, Juni. If I woulda known some shit went down, I woulda sen-“
”You would have sent? Nigga, are you serious right now?” I couldn’t believe his audacity. He was letting his real priorities show, and it had me ready to be done with him. To know he felt what Mixie had going on was more important and she needed him more than I did fucked my head up.
Niggas would scream they loved you and still pick another bitch over you. I could have laughed at how dumb I felt right now. I really let this long face bastard play in my face.
”Man, chill out. Stop cutting me off, and let me speak. Only reason a nigga needed to send someone else ‘cause I had to make sure Mixie was straight. But fuck all of that, you see them niggas’ faces?” Faheem tried to brush past the bullshit he just let come out of his mouth.
I let out a soul worthy laugh because Faheem told me everything I needed to know. He would forever put Mixie above me. No matter how much he loved me, his loyalty to her would always outweigh everything we had. I refused to put myself through the suffering it would cause to be with him. I would rather be single with a broken heart before I put up with this shit.
“I’m so happy you never broke up with Mixie. She can have you. I’m over it, Faheem,” I said with a sight chuckle, thinking about my own foolishness.
“What the fuck you want from me, Juniper?! Mixie in the hospital fighting to keep my seed alive. You fuckin’ right, I’ma be there!”
I was stunned in silence at what he revealed in his anger. Mixie was fucking pregnant. I didn’t even know what to say after that. This nigga played with me like a fiddle, and like a dumb bitch, I fell for that shit. Mind instantly went to little slick stuff Mixie would say, mainly calling her and Faheem a family or saying he had a family. I never thought too much about what she said. I just figured she was talking, but Mixie was being literal.
“Yo seed, huh?” It sounded like I was asking when I was making a statement. “When was I gonna hear about you becoming a daddy?” I sarcastically asked him.
“I planned on telling you soon,” Faheem responded. He had the nerve to sound remorseful. I wish he was in front of me so I could slap that remorse outta his voice.
“You know, Faheem, I’m happy for you.”
