Cali felt possessed as she pummeled Rozalin’s head and kicked her body. Images of Cali confiding in Rozalin about the ending of her marriage incited more anger. All the months of being miserable over her divorce replayed in her mind like she was binging her favorite show. Her arms wouldn’t stop. Whenever she saw the perfect opportunity, she replaced her fists with her foot.
“Cali, stop!” That was Bria’s voice. At least she thought it was.
She had trusted Rozalin, only for her to stick the knife in her spine. They hadn’t been best friends but she considered her to be her homegirl. She’d even done her hair for her wedding and now she was hugged up with the man who still owned her heart.
“Bitch you thought I wouldn’t find out!” Cali punched Rozalin in her temple. “You thought I was this fucking sweet! I’m about to kill you, hoe!”
“Get her off of me!” Rozalin screamed, trying her best to block Cali’s fists.
However, Cali was engulfed with a rage that didn’t allow her to control herself. It continued to coach her like she was a boxer and it was her trainer. What she heard was,Give her more. She needs to learn her lesson. More punches. No, more kicks. Yeah, like that.Cali was relentless until she was snatched back.
“I’m gonna whoop your bitch-ass every time I see you!” Cali promised while being carried away.
Her breaths were heavy as she suspired rapidly. A strong pair of arms were locked around her waist as she was carried out of the party. Cali should've been embarrassed that she was fighting but she felt justified. Rozalin had fucked her over and deserved every lick that graced her pretty little face.
Once she was in the parking lot, Cali was placed on her feet. She turned around, ready to run back into the party but paused. The grimace on her face could kill this man where he stood.
“You mothafucka! How could you?”
Unbeknownst to Cali, Rio had been the one escorting her out of the party. He suddenly avoided her gaze while pacing back and forth. Cali rushed over and slapped him on the side of his head.
“My mothafucking hairstylist! Really, Rio?” she gritted, wailing on him. “I could kill you!”
Grabbing her wild arms, Rio warned, “Aye, stop playing with me before I lay your ass out in this parking lot.”
“Bitch, fuck you!” Cali screamed, attempting to escape his strong grip to no avail.
Bria ran up to them. “Let her go, Rio, so we can leave. They called the police, and I don't want her to get arrested.”
“Nah, she’s trying to fight like she got a right to be mad.”
Cali gawked, unable to believe his audacity. “So if I went and fucked your barber, you would be cool with that?”
Rio pushed her back, releasing her arms from his grip. “It ain't like you don't be getting fucked. You might as well add him to the list.”
Cali’s chest heaved up and down while glowering at her used-to-be husband. For months, she had wept because their reality had been altered. Five years of marriage had been ruined because of her decision to be unfaithful. Now, the tides had changed. Rio had crossed the line by fucking her hairstylist, and she didn’t think she’d ever forgive him.
“You know what? You wanna be a victim so bad and in a way, you are, but you wasn’t this great husband that you think you were.”
“Cali, let’s just go,” Bria suggested in a nervous tone.
“I was great to your disloyal ass,” Rio countered.
“Yeah, when you wanted to be. You didn’t make me a priority. TLM came before anything. How many times you left me alone? How many times I had to cancel plans because you had more pressing shit to do? All the trips we didn’t go on orsomething as simple as having lunch was canceled because you put everything before me!”
“Bullshit,” Rio snarled. “I made sure you were good.”
“How? By sending me flowers that you had scheduled? You put in no fucking effort but wanna walk around like you were this amazing husband! Newsflash, Rio, you weren’t shit just like me!”
“Y’all please stop. This isn’t the time to have this conversation.”
Rio snorted a chuckle. “Nah, Bria, let her get her shit off.”
“You right, I’m about to get my shit off because you act like you were perfect when you weren’t. I accepted a lot of shit from you all in the name of marriage but you didn’t appreciate that. You were fucking neglectful, Rio. Just because you funded my lifestyle don't make you a good husband.” She snorted, inhaling a deep breath. “You wanna know how neglectful you were? I was about to leave your ass before you got into that accident.”
Rio stared at her, mouth gaping while processing her admission.
“And I could’ve been the ruthless, cheating bitch you made me out to be and let your ass stay in that hospital and die but I ain't built like that.”
