“Why you have to hurt me like that?” A twinge of anger and hurt laced her voice and had a nigga’s heart breaking. I couldn’t say shit. Each time I reached out to touch her, she smacked my hand away like I was a bad-ass child. “No!” she exploded. “Don’t touch me. You were not supposed to be like him. When I met you, I didn’t have one reservation about you. We jumped into the shit too quick and now look at us. I’m just not right for you, Brooklyn, and that’s ok.”
“Fuck that! I’on know what you even talkin’ ‘bout right now. You are just right for me, now come back inside so we can talk like adults.”
She said nothing, just stared at me blankly while chewing the inside of her mouth as if she were thinking about something.
“Bronx, we out here acting like a toxic-ass couple in front of my mama neighbors. They gone be talking about her at church how she raised a—”
“Son who can’t run and wants to blame his girl because he’s slow.”
“Baby, stop with the names and talk to me. It’s not that deep.” When I said that, it was like my words knocked the wind out of her.
“You know what, it’s not that deep. I’m overreacting. You saying that you wished you never met me is totally not out of line. I had no right to be upset. You’re right, I’m wrong. Can I go now?”
“Do you really wanna leave?” I stepped closer to her and asked, planting kisses all over her face. If a tear fell, I kissed it away.
The tighter I held her, the more she cried but I had a feeling those tears weren’t just about me. She’d been holding in a lot and now she was letting everything out. My lips hit her ear to get as close as possible so she could not just hear but feel my words.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Baby. A nigga fucked up bad, and I’ll spend the rest of my life eating those words. Just let me make things right. After my session tomorrow, let’s have dinner or something. Shit, I’ll even cook. I just need my baby back. This has been the hardest thirty-seven hours of my life, and I don’t want to see what it feels like to go another second without you. Can we do that, Bronx?”
Pulling back, she looked into my eyes like she was searching for something. The twinkle that used to be in her eyes when she looked at me was no longer there. I’d do whatever to get that back.
A loud horn blew before tires screeched and a car stopped in front of the house. “I told you send a stack or I’m coming back and you ain’t sent nothing. LET’S GO, SIS!” Brixie didn’t even give me time to send her money before she was coming right back around the corner.
“You didn’t give me time.”
“Boooy, money or you gets noney.” Shaking my head, I pulled out my phone and put her name in, sent her fifteen hundred dollars, I then slipped my phone back in my pocket.
“Thaaaanks, Baby. Bye, Sis.” Brixie pulled back off full speed. I looked back at Bri, hoping she gave me a shot at this shit again.
“What you say, Love?”
She shifted from one foot to the next before speaking up. “Unwrap my car, Brooklyn, and let me go. I’ll be inside when you are done.” Stepping around me, she headed back inside of the house. She didn’t try to reply to what I said. It was like my words didn’t mean shit to her.
Feeling fucked-up and defeated, I walked over to her truck and took my precious time getting off the many, many layers of Saran wrap. This idea was funny when they did it but now... not so much.
Three hours later, I walked inside of the house to find Bri knocked out in my old room. Her face was puffy, and she was still doing the sniffle shit that people do when they’ve cried hard and ended up falling asleep. My fingers roamed her face as I pulled up my bean bag chair to sit beside her. Reaching for her hand, I locked it into mine and locked down.
“Dear Lord,
Help me. This one, I can’t lose. I’ve been single for years now. Focused on myself, and my work. You’ve never sent anyone into my life that made me want to add another focus until now. No one prior to her moved me like you allowed her to. I messed up and now all I want to do is fix it. Fix me, fix my thoughts, these crazy dreams so I can get my girl back. You know my attitude is too messed up to be arguing with her. She does not deserve that part of me... ever.
All I want to do is give her that love that she’s never received before, grow as her best friend, and make her my wife one day. No rush on that part because I want to make sure I’m perfectly ready to lead my family. Mentally, physically, financially, and spiritually. If you can help me get us back on track, I would appreciate it. This will be the last prayer you hear from me where I'm begging you to fix something that I’ve broken.
Just one more chance. Amen.”
Kissing Bri on the forehead, I left out of the room, softly closing the door behind me. While she slept, I drove her truck to my guy to get detailed because I swear, I couldn’t get all of the plastic off. It was like they wrapped it around then someone threw the Saran wrap over the hood then back under the truck and they did that shit repeatedly. So needless to say, I unwrapped it around enough to see out the driver side windows, and for her to squeeze in the driver seat.
When I noticed she was on empty, I filled her truck up before pulling up to my guy’s shop. I sat here a minute, thinking aboutwhat I needed to do to get my baby back. I thought just sitting in the corner while she talked to my mama was going to pull her in when she saw me back there looking sad but shit, that ain’t’ work. When she said she loved me, those words shook my soul and the only thing I said to myself was that I couldn’t let her get away from me.
My mama tried her best and lied her ass off, too. I was sitting there the entire time she was on the phone, pinching her to see if I could get her to at least start crying on the phone with her. She’s sick, but she got out of that bed and popped me a few times for pinching her.
Looking up, I saw the guys getting frustrated as they cut and pulled the wrapping off her truck. I’d have to tip them big for this shit. My sisters need they asses whooped. They could have taken her keys or something because this right here, was for the birds, for real.
“Remember to be as honest as possible.”
I side-eyed Zoo’s ass, regretting already that he was at this psych appointment with me.
“I don’t need ya prep, bruh.”
