The more he talked, the more pissed I got. Glen never took accountability for shit, there was always an excuse or always somebody else’s fault. I couldn’t fake sleep anymore. I gathered the little strength I had left to slowly sit up on the cot. My eyes locked onto his.
“Let me get this shit straight, G.” I winced out in pain.
Glen glanced around the dirty room before looking back at me. His eyes filled with sorrow as he took in my face. I was tired of being nice, and understanding. My biggest downfall was feeling sorry for people that didn’t give a damn about me.
I hated myself for always falling for my mother’s manipulative bullshit. I loved her the same way I once loved Glen. I kept accepting the abuse. Kept accepting the way they treated me. Because of love. I finally walked away from Glen after years of his trifling ways. But my mom? I couldn’t let her go.
I held onto hope that one day my mom would change. That one day she’d love me the way I loved her.
Now that chance was gone, all the hope that I held on to, I released because now it was pointless.
“You standing there looking at me with pity, G,” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger. “When you should’ve left me the fuck alone.”
His jaw tightened, I ignored the flicker of anger that crossed his eyes.
“Leave you alone?” he scoffed. “Let you be happy with that nigga like I never existed?” He slapped his hand hard across his chest.
“Fuck that! I made you!” Spit flew out his mouth.
“I fucking loved you.” His voice cracked. “I wasn’t perfect, Layloni… I know I wasn’t fucking perfect man,”
Those hazel eyes I once adored made my skin crawl now. His high-yellow complexion looked pale and sickly, dark bags sagged under his eyes from lack of sleep.
“I’m in love with you, just let me try to fix this shit.” He begged.
A lone tear ran down his chubby cheek, he kept his eyes glued to mind. I guess this was the part where he expected for me to be moved by his declaration.
I didn’t give a damn.
“Fuck King. And fuck you!” I shouted. “You should’ve let me live my life! Not for you. Not for nobody. For me!”
I wiped angrily at the tears sliding down my cheeks.
“For the first time in my life I felt good about myself. I was making moves for me. Independently. Not because of a nigga. Not because of my mama. It was for me, G!”
His eyes dropped to the floor. I forced myself to keep looking at him.
“Because of you… my fucking mother is dead.” A broken sob escaped my throat before I could stop it.
Glen’s head snapped up.
“Because of you, Layloni, my father is dead!” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls.
I blinked at him, not knowing what the hell he was talking about.
“Your father been dead.”
“No,” he said hoarsely. “I just found out Troy was my dad. Troy killed my supposed dad whose really my uncle because he was fucking my mother.” Another tear fell down his cheek.
I felt nothing for him at all. I was literally numb from the head down.
“That ain’t got shit to do with me, G.” I shot back. “Y’all killed King’s father. And honestly? I don’t give a fuck about none of y’all family drama!” I was done with the conversation.
Done with everything.
“You made it bad for me,” he muttered bitterly. “You robbed that warehouse, took the money, started a whole new life. I could’ve given you up to my uncle a long time ago… but I couldn’t.” He swallowed hard.
“That was up until Troy came up dead.”
