“If Gio was truly happy with you, he wouldn’t have been with me, paying my rent, ducking off with me for days. Those trips he paid for, those nights together in hotels were often, and it was done in front of your face the whole time. It is only a matter of time before he realizes where?—”
I didn’t let her finish. I took that bat, swung, and hit her in the legs, making her fall to the floor. She screamed out in pain, and I stood over her for a second.
“You crazy bitch!” she screamed out in pain.
I smirked. “Nah, bitch, you tried me.”
I kept swinging and hitting her with the bat over and over in her ribs, her legs.
“Work for my nigga, bitch! Scream out for my nigga to come help you!”
She kept screaming as I hit her once my arms were tired. I stood back and caught my breath as she cried out in pain. I threw the bat at her head, hearing it connect as I walked to the door.
“One thing I know FOR SURE, Gio would never leave me, not for you anyway. But now, you can have him. If a nigga entertains a bird bitch like you, I don’t want him.”
I walked out of her house and hopped in my car just as her food delivery was pulling up and went to the hotel.
Once I got there, I got comfortable, threw the money on the bed, then sat in the middle, counting up all the money I had and making my plans. I loved Gio with all my heart, but I be damned if I be anybody’s fool.
Three years of telling me T was the plug, whole time it was the bitch he was fucking, taking on trips, leaving me at home, telling me he was hitting licks. And on top of everything, paying this bitch rent while we’re in a fuckin’ apartment.
I exhaled and screamed, “THAT NIGGA HELD US BACK!”
I was so pissed. We could have had the house, the marriage, the kids. That nigga was playin’, wanting to have a down bitch at home while he was still running the streets with them bird-ass bitches.
I thought he didn’t play about me; I thought that nigga would never hurt me.
Tears fell down my face as I thought about all we’ve been through, his promises to me, and what I had been doing to keep us together. But I wasn’t gonna go out like that.
I wiped my tears and finished putting together my plan, making my arrangements and whatnot. The love I had for him wasn’t enough for me to look past what he did to me, and even in jail, I wasn’t gonna let him skate by.
I went to sleep with a heavy heart and woke up with my mind on a mission.
I got dressed in one of Gio’s favorite dresses, beat my face, and did my hair. After, I packed up everything that I had in the hotel and had it taken down to my car. I was a lil’ nervous about what I was about to do, but I knew it needed to be done.
After checking out of the hotel, I walked out to my car waiting in front, hopped in, and went straight to the jail. The whole time I was driving, I was thinking about what and how I was gonna say what I needed to him.
When I pulled up to the jail, I parked and stared at the door, watching people go in and leave out. My stomach was in knots; I was nervous as hell, but I wasn’t turning back.
I got out of my car and smoothed out my dress, and I walked up to the door. A few niggas leaving out spoke to me while turning to look at me as I passed by. The guards smiled hard, knowing they couldn’t do too much while in their uniform.
I got checked in and took a seat in the waiting area. My hands were sweaty, my heart beating fast in my ears. After a while, I got called back with a few others, and we were led to a room with tables all around.
I picked a table and took a seat facing the door. The room was quiet. There were about five of us in the room, and the ones who came with somebody talked quietly to themselves. I stared out the bare windows, the sun shining on the concrete, while hearing chains in the distance. I took a deep breath, hearing them get closer and closer. Finally, the door opened. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath as I turned my head toward the door.
The first nigga walked in and smiled seeing his family, then the second, and then the third, Gio.
I stood up, and he walked over to me, giving me a quick hug before they said anything to us. We took a seat, and he smiled at me while I tried to look everywhere but in his eyes.
“Wussup with you? I didn’t know you were coming to see me today.”
I nodded. “Yeah, well, I needed to talk to you,” I said as I tried to pull myself together.
I exhaled and looked at him. He was looking at me a lil’ worried.
“What’s wrong, Islah?”
I paused. I was getting cold feet, but then that bitch’s face flashed in my head, and I stared at him.
