“What’s wrong with you?” Yeah, that nigga was always playing crazy. I already knew the real deal. He woke up and saw his phone and the call history. It wasn’t hard to figure out that I called his bitch back.
“Look, I don’t want to talk.” I said putting my hand in his face. He pushed it away.
“Why are you tripping?” he tried to wrap his arms around my waist.
“Get off of me, Jahrein.” I pushed him.
“Raven, what’s the matter?” he asked like a sad puppy dog. I could tell by his tone that he was guilty.
I turned to face him. “Look, Jahrein I’m tired of you and this situation. Can we just take a break?”
“A break?” he repeated with a raised brow.
“Yes, a break. I don’t trust you. I need to find myself. I just need some space. Can you give me that?”
“Where is all this coming from?” he asked, sounding confused.
“I think that you already know and if you don’t, too bad.” I huffed.
“Girl, you tripping.”
“No, I’m not.” I shook my head. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m not happy. Every other day it’s some newbullshit going on. I’m tired. I’m drained. I don’t want to be with you. Now deal with that.” I told his ass as I went inside the restroom and locked the door.
I stood in the mirror looking at myself. My eyes were sad, because I knew the nigga was trying to play me. I couldn’t even be alone with my thoughts, because he was pounding on the damn door.
"Open the door, Raven!" he shouted.
I ignored him as he twisted the doorknob, and began loudly humming. I did this for three minutes, before he popped the lock.
He pushed the door open. “What the fuck is you tripping on?!” he shouted.
I stepped back. “No, don’t even try it!” I screamed as I placed my finger in his face. “Every time you fuck up all that can be heard is you yelling over me. I aint trying to hear it. You can’t force me to be with you. It’s over!”
The next thing I knew I was getting pushed into the shower. He slung my ass so hard that I knocked down the shower curtain, rod and all. All that shit came crashing down on me. I was so pissed that I jumped back on my feet and threw a mean slug.
As always I caught him in that sensitive ass nose. It worked every time. He held his bloody nose, as I beat him all across his head. I wouldn’t stop. Hell, I couldn’t stop. I was so tired of him fucking up, but then turning the tables around on me.
The kids were in the hall watching us go at it. Their little hearts had to be distraught.
“Raven, stop! You see my kids standing there.” Jahrein had the nerve to say. He wasn’t worried about them when he was slinging their mama across rooms and shit.
I pushed his ass out of my way and went for my kids. I ushered them into the living room, and then went to pack our clothes.
I probably got about three outfits before Jahrein came in, snatching everything away. “Where you think you going?” his voice boomed.
“We’re getting away from your ass!” I yelled.
“We’re? You aint taking my kids nowhere!” he shouted. That was the shit he did every time. He knew that I wouldn't leave without my babies.
“You can’t stop me!” I shouted as I yanked the clothes out of his hands.
He pushed me on the bed with little effort. Before I could get up he laid his body on top of mine. “Get off of me!” I screamed.
“Calm your ass down.” He said roughly in my ear. “Now, tell me what the problem is. Why are you tripping?”
“You know why, Jahrein.” I finally cried. I was so frustrated. I was tired of that same old two-step we did every time he’d mess up. Why couldn’t he just do right?
“No, I don’t know, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.” He said softening up his tone.
