“That nigga got your head all fucked up.” she sighed.
I shook my head, and didn't bother to reply. I could scream and shout that she didn't know what the hell she was talking about, but that would be a damn lie. Unfortunately, she'd witnessed Jahrein show his ass on several occasions. The last time was the absolute worst.
A couple of weeks earlier I'd made the mistake of trying to hang with some girls from the complex. We'd been sitting on the stoop all day, smoking and laughing. I figured that Jahrein wasn't gonna be home for a while, so I had on a pair of booty shorts. It was hot outside, and I was trying to stay cool. It was all good until Meagan's, a girl I knew from school, brother came and sat outside. The nigga was on me tough. I mean, I liked him, but I wasn't on no grimy shit. He was too close to home for my taste. Nevertheless, every chance Dante got he was in my face.
So, it was no surprise when he wanted to tag along when me and Meagan went on a weed run. It was obvious since he had an Escalade parked right in front of his sister's apartment. Then he just played around, claiming that he was gonna show us where the goodweed house was. Then the nigga ends up giving me a zip of weed. Admittedly, he was doing his thing in the streets, but I wasn't seeing him like that. The nigga was a bigger hoe than Jahrein. Then with my bad luck having ass, I pulled up in the complex, and it had gotten back to Jahrein that me and Dante were riding together.
Jahrein was pacing back and forth like a damn pit bull, up and down the sidewalk. My heart sank to my stomach, realizing that something had to be wrong.
I grew butterflies in my belly, as I parked my car. Dante hopped out with a conniving grin on his face. That nigga knew exactly what he was doing.
“What the fuck is this nigga doing riding with you?” Jahrein wasted no time. He gave no regards to Dante being offended.
“I was just giving him a ride.” I sighed.
“The fuck is wrong with you?!” he lashed, as he moved in on me.
“Jahrein move.” I pushed him back.
He slammed me against my car. “I'll slap the shit outta you!”
Ordinarily, I would have let him have that, but there was a crowd outside. “Get your bitch ass off me!” I belted, shoving him back.
With pure rage in his eyes he reached back. I braced myself, thinking that he was about to hit me. I jumped back when his fist smashed into my window, shattering glass everywhere. Knowing I didn't have any win in the situation I ran for our apartment.
Needless to say, I was embarrassed. I mean, I knew exactly how the situation looked through his eyes, buthe needed to trust me. Even if I did ever step out it wouldn't be with any nigga around there.
“You clownin'.” Jahrein claimed as he followed me into our apartment. He pulled his sagging shorts up. “You done straight lost your fuckin' mind.”
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “There you go with this accusing shit.”
He stepped to me, towering above me. “Keep talkin'.” he gritted.
I threw my hands on my hips. “Am I supposed to be scared?”
He gritted as he viciously slung me into the couch. “You think that I won't hurt you in this bitch?” he straddled me. “And what the fuck you got on? Your hot ass stay trying to be seen.”
I was tired of tussling with him, so I bit his ass with all my might. “Awww.” he howled as he rolled off me. I took that opportunity to dash for the door. As soon as I saw Tiff I ran over to her.
Knowing how Jahrein was she offered for me to hide out at her spot. His bitch ass had my keys, so I couldn't hop in my car. I gladly accepted. Thankfully, the kids were at his grandma's, which meant that I could stay out for a minute.
Around one that morning Jahrein figured out where I was. He came beating on that girl's door, showing no respect.
“Shit.” I panicked, as I tried to figure out an escape through one of the back windows.
“Bitch, chill out.” Tiff tried to calm me down. “Aint nah nigga over here crazy enough to kick Big Herk's door in.”
I gave her a look. She didn't know who I was dealing with. Jahrein didn't bar her man or any other nigga.
“Open this fuckin door!” Jahrein barked as he kicked it.
It felt like we were in some kind of horror movie. We both stood there watching him pummel into her front door. The frame was getting weaker and weaker. After a few more kicks the door-frame cracked, and the door crashed open.
Without thinking I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I was tired of fighting. It wasn't long before he was dragging me out of the apartment. I didn't kick and scream, but the moment I saw the opportunity I lifted the sharp blade and sliced his arm.
That calmed his ass down, but he still pulled me back into our apartment. He was bleeding all over the floor. After a few minutes I began to feel guilty, so I helped him wrap a towel around his arm.
“I think you might need stitches.” I cringed as I took in all the blood leaking from his arm.
