“What do you want?” I attempted to back away. He quickly grabbed my arm forcefully.
“Where you going, huh? Don’t tell me that you scared. No, not Ms. Bad Ass Raven.”
“Khalil, there are people out here that can call the police on you. So, if you do anything to me you’ll go straight to jail.”
“Do you think that I give a fuck?! Do you honestly think that’s it’s that simple? You can just throw a nigga away when you’re done?”
“Khalil, I didn’t do anything. I always told you that I wasn’t sure about what I wanted to do. You chose to stick around.” I reminded him.
“Yeah, so that you could fuck me with no Vaseline. You knew what you were doing. You didn’t stop me when I gave you damn near ten G’s to put down on that Navigator. You didn’t stop me when I got that damn house with the 1900 dollar mortgage. You never said a damn thing when we stepped foot in Saks.”
“Khalil, those are all material things that can be replaced. If it means that much to you we can pay youback.” I told him. I was saying anything to get him out of my face.
“We, huh? You and your husband would actually reimburse a nigga, huh? Yeah right. That nigga aint gon give me a dime. I don’t want his money, anyway. This aint about that. I gets money. You couldn’t come close to breaking me, but bitch you owe me.”
“Owe you? What are you talking about?”
“A nigga is out on bond right now, because of your trick ass.”
“How can you blame me? You showed up to my house unannounced. I can’t control what Jah did. Why are you trying to make me out to be the bad guy?”
“Bitch, because you don’t give a fuck! You moved on and didn’t even look back. You don’t remember laying in the bed with me every night telling a nigga you care about him?”
“And that was the truth. I care about you. The three and a half months with you were nice, but I’m trying to do what’s best for my family.”
“Well, why didn’t you tell me this like a real woman?”
“I don’t know. I often run from things. I didn’t want to hurt you, so I avoided the situation.”
“No, see you been playing games from the beginning. You knew that you was going to go back to that nigga. You have had enough kids to know when you’re pregnant, so your ass was on borrowed time from the get go.” he growled as he tightened his grip.
“No, I didn’t know that I was pregnant because my periods are sometimes irregular. It didn’t really dawn on me until me and Jahrein were on real bad terms. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to keep you at adistance. You was just so persistent.” I tried to get him to understand.
“So, this is my fault?”
“It’s nobody’s fault. The timing is just not right for us.”
“So, you never really loved me?”
I gave him a crazy look. “I never told you that I love you, Khalil.”
“Cause, I aint Jahrein, huh?” I could see the hurt in his eyes.
“Come on, Khalil. Why are we even going here? You should know by now.”
“Shut up!” he barked as he reached back and slapped me.
The right side of my face was stinging. The situation was getting uglier by the second. Reasoning wasn’t going to work with him, so I tried pull away from him. His grip was extra tight. “Let me go!” I screamed as I flailed my arms.
“Naw, you gon listen. Fuck that little nigga! Do you know how many bitches would love to be with me?! What can his bitch ass do that I can’t, huh?” he asked as he violently shook by body. I was finally beginning to see what Khalil’s dilemma was. This situation messed with his ego. Up until now, there wasn’t a woman in his life that he hadn’t conquered. My rejection was killing him.
“I don’t give a damn about who wants you! Let me go!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Somebody help me!”
“Shut up!” he whispered harshly as he slapped me repeatedly while he had my body pinned up against my truck.
I couldn’t believe that this was happening. Khalil was the easy going suave nigga. He didn’t hit women. The blows he threw were like none that I’d ever felt. Each hit damn near dazed me. There was some real anger behind those slaps. He was overpowering me, and that scared the hell out of me.
I really tried to fight his ass off when I realized that he was opening his truck’s door. He was trying to shove me inside.
