“You got some bitch calling your phone in the middle of the night. She said that she was in the hospital. Tell me what that’s all about, Jahrein.” I said in between sniffles.
“Some bitch in the hospital?” he asked playing crazy again. “Man, that’s probably some broad calling to piss you off.”
I sucked my teeth. “That’s just it. Why are there any girls with your number anyway?”
“Raven, you know that it’s not hard to get my number. I conduct my business in the streets, baby.”
“Yeah, but why would anybody want to piss me off, unless you’re fucking them?”
“They’re jealous of you, that’s all.”
“Whatever, Jahrein.” I sighed as the tears slid out the side of my eyes.
“Stop that.” He whispered as he wiped away my tears. “I love you and nobody else.” He promised, as he kissed my lips.
I was mad at myself as I found myself melting in his arms. It was like he could do all the wrong in the world and right everything with one single touch. He was my one bad habit. I was not going to give in that easily that time, though.
“Get off of me.” I growled as I pushed him off. I hopped out of the bed. “You’s a lying muthafucka and the truth aint in you.” I seethed before going to check on the kids.
That day we fought from wall to wall. No one left our home. Jahrein took all the keys and locked all the burglar bars around the house. No one could get in or out. I was starting to wonder if there was such thing as leaving him. It couldn’t be.
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As the week crept by, I felt like a damn prisoner. That nigga Jahrein was like a warden. He wasn’t letting the kids go to daycare. He screened every call that came to my phone, and wouldn't leave to check on his money. I guess he thought that I’d leave one day and wouldn’t come back. All he did was sit in my face and question me. “Why are you letting people come between us?Why you acting like this?” He was acting as if his actions had nothing to do with my attitude.
After the begging cameSong Cry.Ever since Jay-Z made that song Jahrein played it around the house whenever we were in turmoil.I can’t see it coming down myeyes so I gotta make this song cry. Good dude I know you love me like cooked food. Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move.
Then he started with the gifts. First he bought me a new Prada bag, then it was a diamond tennis bracelet.
Then he started with the gifts. First: he bought me a new Prada bag, then it was a diamond tennis bracelet.
“Raven, come here.” he demanded one day, as he stepped into the living room. I continued sitting on the couch, ignoring him.
“So, you mad?” he swaggered over, and stood in front of me. He was shirtless, and I stared at his rock hard abs, refusing to give him eye contact.
“That's how you wanna play this? You gonna sit here in the same house, and refuse to talk to me?”
I shrugged, as I folded my arms. “I could just leave. Then you wouldn't have to deal with that.”
He sighed heavily. “And what would that solve?”
I waved my head, refusing to say another word.
He stroked his waves, as he gazed down at me.
I pretended to be engrossed into TV. Then a commercial advertising a tropical vacation came on, capturing my attention. The beautiful clear water, and palm trees had me yearning to get away. I definitely needed an escape, right then.
Jahrein turned, and noticed the commercial, and a smile crept onto his face.
“You see baby, all we need is a fresh start. Let’s go on a vacation.” he babbled, as he found a spot next to me on our couch. I was in the corner of the couch, so I couldn’t scoot away. Then he eased his arm around my neck. “We can go to Hawaii or the Bahamas. Anywhere you want.”
I was tired of letting his ass off the hook so easily. He needed to suffer. So, I decided that I would hit his ass in those pockets. “I wouldn’t mind the Bahamas, but I also wanted to go shopping in New York. It would be really nice if we could do both.” I said in a phony voice.
“That’s cool, we can do that.” he said with no hesitation, giving no regards to my sarcasm. Obviously, the streets had been good to him and money wasn’t an issue. So, by Saturday our little family was at Bush Intercontinental Airport headed to New York City.
I wasn’t under any false illusions. I knew exactly what the trip represented. He’d fucked up. Still, that wasn’t going to ruin my vacation. Lied to, used and abused, I did it all in first class.
I was looking so fabulous with my new auburn hair color and individual false lashes. I was working the hell out of my tight low cut black blouse, and my Seven jeans with some knee high Coach boots and hand bag. I knew that I was ultra-sexy in my low rise jeans that displayed the small of my back, withJahreintatted across it. Yeah, I got that about two years ago, right after he gotRavenon his hand.
