I wanted to lie to her so bad, and tell her that it was fake, but that shit would probably hurt me in the end. I followed her finger, seeing as she was swiping through the post, looking at each picture, and video that was on the thread. Her hand was shaking as she continued to swipe through.
As the phone was in her hand, I swear to God it’s as if God had a sick sense of humor because a bitch that I haven’t spoken to in over a month started hitting me. It was Jazelle. Don’t get me wrong, she would reach out a couple of times throughout the week, but I’ve been busy, and hustling, so I haven’t hit her back. For her to call me as soon as this shit just leaked between me, and Riot, it proved that she might have saw it on social media. Jazelle lived for social media. Her and her home girls. They were junkies when it came to that shit, so I could bet my last dollar that she had already seen it, and that’s why she was calling me.
“Why is this bitch calling you, Dominique?” Riot screamed at me, and like a nigga that got caught doing some shit that he didn’t have any business doing, I picked my hand up, dragged it down my face, and I swear I started fighting the fuckin air.
I have never in my life passed a woman my fuckin phone. Reasons like this is why I never did some goofy ass shit like that. Here I am, trying to be the good guy, showing this shit to Riot before somebody else told her about it, and that shit came back and slapped me right in the face.
“Ion know man. Let me get my phone, yo!” I calmy said, reaching for my phone, knowing that if she held onto it any longer, and she started going through it, she’d be ready to murder me.
I didn’t delete my message thread between me, and Jazelle. Shit, all the other hoes that I was fuckin around with, I still had our message threads. Nudes, and videos of them playing with themselves were in those threads, and I didn’t want Riot to see that shit.
“Here’s your phone, but answer it first,” she said that shit calmly as she answered the call, placed it on speaker, and then she handed it to me. Although she was calm, I saw the look of fire in her eyes. She looked as if she was seconds away from swinging on me.
You know how you used to do some bad shit as a kid, and your mama would stand over you with her hands on her hips, ready to knock your ass out? That’s how her short ass was standing over me. I wasn’t fazed by it though because I knew that I didn’t do anything wrong. At most, I should have deleted Jazelle’s number, along with any other bitch that I was dealing with out of my phone. Me, and Riot just made our shit official, so I guess I didn’t think that deep into it.
“This what the fuck we on, Dolo? Huh? I been fuckin with you for a little minute, and you always had every excuse in thefuckin world on why me, and you couldn’t make our shit official. You used to love to tell me that your lifestyle was too dangerous for a girlfriend, and how you were too busy running the streets to settle down, yet you out in Mexico, hugged up, and kissing on the next bitch! You never moved that way with me in public. Can’t nobody leak any kind of footage with me and you because you used to play that role with me so fuckin well, saying how you didn’t want to do a bunch of PDA with me for the world to see. How long you even been fuckin that bitch?” I could hear the madness all in her voice. You would have thought that she was my wife, and I got caught fuckin around, judging by the way she was acting.
“Ay, chill the fuck out. I was never your nigga from the jump, and you know that. I ain’t fuck you in over a month. You be calling me, and texting me, and I never pick the phone up for you. Why the fuck you concerned about what I got going on?” I asked, hating that I was in the middle of this shit.
I swear to God if Riot didn’t answer the phone for me, I would have never picked it up for Jazelle. I knew the kind of bitch that Jazelle was. When these pictures leaked, and then her ass started calling, I knew she was calling with drama, and I wasn’t the kind of person to do all that back and forth, especially not with a bitch.
“Oh, you must be around that hoe. You around your hoe, and your showing off? She can hear me? Riot, or whatever the fuck your name is, I swear to God you going to have to kill me over that dick. I ain’t letting up on it. You going to have to get in the field with the rest of us. Dolo not going to settle down with you, bae. I know the kind of nigga that he is. Him, and the whole MBM are straight dog ass niggas!” Jazelle was going off. I never in my life put my hands on a female before, but I swear if she was standing next to me, I might have just choked this hoe.
Riot tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed her arm, not letting her leave.
“Jazelle, get the fuck off my phone with this bullshit, yo. You was pussy for me, and you know that. I spent a little money on you, and I’m only throwing that out there because I know that’s what you dying to say next. That little money that I threw your way ain’t shit. You explaining a side of me to her that she don’t fuckin know. You speaking on shit about me as Dolo. She only know Dominique. This ain’t the kind of bitch that’s going to be scared of those fake ass threats. She’ll really get in the field with your ass and kill you, so watch that shit. Don’t call my phone no more, love. I’m trying to spare you,” was all that I had for her.
“The blogs want to leak shit, so Ima leak shit too. Give me five minutes. I bet I break up that happy home nigga,” and like that, her stupid ass hung the phone up.
Riot looked up at me, and not only did I see the anger in her eyes, but I saw that she was hurt behind this shit. It hasn’t even been a full 24 hours since I took her virginity, and here we are, dealing with this bullshit. I knew she was going to be hurt behind it. It was looking like I was fuckin around on her, when that wasn’t the case.
I expected her to get irate, jump in my face and shit, probably even exchange a few words with Jazelle over the phone, but she didn’t do any of those things. She took this shit to the chin, snatched her arm away from me, and she walked away. I couldn’t let this girl think that I’ve still been fuckin around with Jazelle, so I stood up, following her into the room.
“Riot, I ain’t fuck that girl in over a month. Come on. I swear on that shit. Not one time did she say over the phone that I was just over there fuckin her, or dropping money off for her. You know she would have quickly threw that shit out, but she didn’t because she knows that’s not true. How you going to get mad at me over some shit that I’m not out here doing?” I asked, comingup behind her. I grabbed her arm, spinning her around, so that she could look at me.
“You going to break my heart, Dominique. I can feel it. I don’t take shit lightly when I’m running off a broken heart. I’m still running off what came with losing my big brother. I’m still out here trying to better myself, and work on my temper. I’ve been on a high since we did what we did last night, and just that fast, I allowed that bitch to knock me off that high. Imagine all the other hoes that’s getting ready to call your phone, and question you why it’s me, and not them. I’m not shit like those other bitches that you used to deal with. They probably would have been jumping for joy if intimate shit that involved you and them got leaked to the public. I don’t like that. I don’t like people in my fuckin business, and then that post was barely up for five minutes, and it already had all those comments, and likes. That’s not the kind of shit that I’m trying to be on. I don’t do that social media shit Dominique, and that’s why I don’t have one!” she screamed at me.
“So, you say all this to say what? Where you going with this?” I wanted to know because I knew that she was going somewhere with it.
“I want to bow out now. I’ll let the hoes win. I don’t have it in me to be at odds with bitches. I’ll be back in jail. The last time a bitch called me a bunch of bitches and hoes, I knocked her teeth out of her mouth and fucked up her jaw. I’m not going to allow nobody to have that much power over my actions. I want to keep our business relationship, but if you’re mad about what I just said, and you want to let me go as a business partner, then it is what it is,” she finished.
I ain’t going to lie, that was like a blow to my fuckin chest. I really liked this girl, and I was getting punished for some shit that I didn’t do. We were barely in a relationship, but I felt likeI had already started changing. This man that I was with Riot, it was hard for me to even recognize myself.
“Just so I’m clear, you choosing to end shit before it even gets started because you think that I’ve still been dealing with that bitch, or you just don’t want the added drama in your life?” I asked, just wanting to know.
“Both,” she said, and I nodded my head towards that.
“If that’s what you want to believe, then believe that then. You already got your mind made up anyways. You got it made up in your mind already that I’m going to break your heart, and because you so strongly feel that way, you ready to give up before we can even get this shit started. I won’t hold you back. I’m not going to beg you either. It is what it is,” this wasn’t what I wanted for us, but I couldn’t stand here, and beg somebody to have faith in me, especially when I haven’t given her anything to have doubts. She was taking the words from another bitch, and I didn’t like that.
Riot eventually walked away from me, and she went into the closet. I could hear her moving shit around, and it sounded as if she was pulling clothes and shit off the hangers. I was going to allow her to have her little moment. I went over to my stash that was in the room because just that fast, I’d gotten stressed the fuck out, and I needed some weed to calm me the fuck down.
I grabbed everything that I needed, and I went out on the balcony, and I rolled the fattest blunt in the world. I needed to smoke this shit because something told me that Riot was in the works of getting ready to show her ass and pack up her bags so that she could leave, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. If she didn’t want to be with a nigga no more, that was cool, but I wasn’t about to let her leave this resort by her fuckin self. Her lil ass never been out of the country before, so she wouldn’t know shit about finding her way back home. If something happened to her out here in Mexico, her mama, her aunties, her cousins, andher best friend were all going to want to kill my ass. I couldn’t have that shit on my conscious.
Twenty minutes had gone by, and just like I suspected, I could see her through the glass door with her suitcase in her hand, and she was rolling that shit out of the bedroom. I sighed, ran my hand down my face, and I walked into the bedroom. She got her ass dressed and everything. I’m talking, she had her sweatsuit on, with her tennis shoes, really thinking that she was about to go somewhere. I was about to shut all this shit down.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I asked her.
“Home,” she spat.
