“She aint gon be no more bitches!” he turned and yelled at her.
“This shit is rich. Bitch, fuck you and your son! You can have him because I’m done with his ass!” I screamed as I tried to walk away.
“Raven, wait!” he yelled as he tried to pull me back.
I had so much disdain for him that I hocked up a glob up saliva and spat in his face. He was trying to wipe the spit out of his face as I hurried in the opposite direction.
I was in a daze as I tried to find my truck in the parking garage. It took me like twenty minutes to find it and once I did I just sat there and cried for what seemed like hours. I couldn’t deal with that drama anymore. I was drained mentally, emotionally, and physically.
I drove directly to my children’s daycare and picked them all up. I took them out for ice cream. I was trying to figure out my next move. I could no longer be in Jahrein’s presence, but I didn’t want to keep him away from his kids.
After the kids were good and messy I took them to my apartment. Jahrein was calling my cell phone non-stop. I couldn’t talk to him. What was there to say?
I tried to keep it together for my kids, but I failed miserably. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “It’sokay, mommy.” Jahrein Junior consoled me as he rubbed my back. He was like my little protector.
“Yeah, mommy.” Jhyrah nodded as she wrapped her little arms around me.
I sat and let my children comfort me. I realized that as long as I had them that everything would be okay.
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BAM, BAM, BAM!I heard some loud knocks at my door. It was well after three in the morning and we had been sleep for hours. I tip-toed to the door to find that it was Khalil standing on the other side.
BAM, BAM!He banged again. I thought about just letting his ass knock. Then, after about eight more knocks I realized that he wasn’t leaving.
“What are you doing here?” I cracked my door.
He stuck his foot in the door and barged in, damn near knocking me to the floor. “Who you got in here?” he asked me while breathing heavily with beads of sweat dripping down his face as he looked around.
“Just my kids.” I replied hesitantly. He was looking like a crazed maniac.
“Why haven’t you returned any of my calls?” he asked me angrily.
“Khalil, I told you to give me some time.” I sighed.
“Time?! Time for what?”
“I have a lot to deal with right now. I’m not trying to complicate your life right now.”
“Don’t feed me that bullshit! If you wanna be with that nigga, just say it!” he barked.
I frowned. This dude was getting way out of pocket. “First of all, you need to lower your fucking voice. My children are sleep. And secondly, you need to use yourdamn common sense. If I wanted to be with him then why in the hell would I be here?”
“Well, something is keeping you away.”
“Yeah, it’sme. I’m keepingmeaway. I don’t want to make the same mistakes. I have a whole lot to consider besides myself. I can’t live my life for me only. I have five other lives to consider.”
“Oh, so I didn’t know that? You’re using those kids as a crutch. You’re letting little kids make up your mind. Of course the kids will be partial to their daddy. That doesn’t mean that they can’t get used to me, either.”
He was dead set on being with me. He was so damn concerned about being around me and my kids. Hell, he hardly ever talked about his own son.
“I’m not letting my kids do nothing for me. I just feel that I should take my time when choosing another man to be in their lives. If I’m not serious with you, then they shouldn’t even be around you.”
“Baby, please just give a nigga a break.” he pleaded.
For hours I sat and listened to him plead his case. He was beginning to sound pitiful. Where was all the confidence he once possessed? He was so willing to submit to my will. I didn’t even know why he was fighting so hard for something that had so little meaning to me.
Right when the sun was rising we heard,BAM, BAM, BAM!Someone was at my door and that time I had no clue of who it could’ve been.
