I picked my drink back up while the comments exploded.
People started guessing immediately.
Some right. Some wrong.
“He watching her. Tracking her. Saving pictures. Searching her socials. All type of weird shit.”
One comment said:This sounds fake.
I shrugged.
“I wish it were fake.”
The views jumped again.
I grabbed my other phone beside me and held up blurry screenshots toward the live. Enough for people to see names and photos without seeing all the details.
“I’m just saying… watch how he move around her. That ain’t regular.”
My phone started buzzing with the live going on.
It was Vaughn.
I looked at the screen and laughed.
“Oh, speaking of the devil.”
The comments went insane.
Answer it. Answer. OMG.
I declined the call.
“He’s probably somewhere punching walls right now.”
Another call came immediately after.
I declined that one too.
One comment asked:So why y’all broke up?
I stared at the camera for a second before answering.
“‘Cause eventually you get tired of babysitting somebody who refuses to fix themselves.”
I finished the rest of my tequila and stood up, adjusting my robe.
“A’ight, I’m done talking now. Y’all enjoy the rest of y’all night.”
Before ending the live, I smiled into the camera.
“Oh… and happy birthday, V-Saint.”
V Saint
“Everybody around me thought I was celebrating another year of success while I was trying not to fall apart in real time.”
It was my 36th birthday, and I was celebrating it in the club like I was 25 again. It was live. My fam surrounding me, fine bitches all over me, but mentally I wasn’t there. I had smoked more than usual and was working on my second bottle of Don Julio. My vision was blurry in my contacts, and voices were mumbled except for Vanessa’s and CK’s, because I knew they were watching me.
