Page 46 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

The calmness of his tone had me shook. I knew he wasn’t bluffing, but I’d be damned if I went back to that house.

“We both know there will be no talking. I’m done fighting with you, Robert. I’m done covering up the bruises. I’m done allowing you to talk to me any kind of way. I’m done allowing you to treat me any kind of way. Nigga, you don’t love me! What we had wasn’t love and I won’t be a part of it anymore.”

My eyes burned, but I refused to give this man any more of my tears. I had cried enough to form a river for this nigga.

“So, if I don’t love you, then who does? That white boy you've been creeping around with? You out here giving my pussy up to the master's son?”

“I’m no⁠—”

“Don’t stand here and play in my fuckin face!” he gritted harshly. “Bitch, I know what you’re out here doing. I know he got you and my fuckin daughter living outside the city. I own you, Ava. I know every move you make because I’m always two steps ahead of you, baby. And I do love you, with all my heart.” He tried to caress my face, but I took a step back. “I miss you, and I need you to come home, so we can work past this shit like we always do.”

“No.”

“No?” His head cocked to the side.

His eyes narrowed in confusion, then he smirked. Before he could open his mouth to speak, my dad came out the front door.

“I didn’t know you two were out here. Everything good?” he asked.

“Everything is fine, daddy.” I assured him. “Can you tell Savannah I’m ready to go? I have somewhere to be before heading home.”

Nodding, my dad walked off, leaving us alone again.

“I’m trying to move on as peacefully as possible, Rob. Once you accept the fact that you mishandled me, and you’re the reason why we didn’t work out, it’ll be easy for you to move on as well.”

“There ain’t no such thing as peace with me, bitch. This is how you want to play? Hmm? Are you sure about that?” His nostrils flared as he stepped closer.

When Savannah came running out at full speed, I quickly grabbed my baby and took her straight to the car. I was glad my dad stayed on the porch to see us off. As soon as I drove away, I dialed my brother’s number, and asked him to meet me at the McDonald’s close by. I kept checking my mirror as I watched Rob follow me a few cars behind. I tried my best not to panic because I wanted him to get the hell away from me. I damn sure didn’t want to lead him to Ethan. I circled the block a good three times until I caught a glimpse of my brother’s car turning in the parking lot. Rob was still tailing me at a distance. I parked my car close to my brother and waited to see if Rob was going to pull up near me. Ace drove the baddest old school Chevy Impala in the city. I knew for a fact, Rob wouldn’t come anywhere near me with Ace around. I was so busy watching to make sure Rob kept it moving, I damn near jumped out of my skin when my brother knocked on my window.

Ace stood, frowning, watching me as if I was on some kind of drug or something. I unlocked my door, and stepped out to speak to him without having Savannah in ear shot.

“Why you so jumpy? You been smoking some shit? What’s up?” He asked, concerned as he hugged me.

“I have a problem.” I sighed.

“I’m listening,” he folded his arms.

I hesitated for a moment.

“Nigga, spit it out.” He rushed me.

“I need a gun, like, asap.” I looked around to make sure no one was ear hustling.

“A gun? Who the fuck you tryin’ to shoot up?”

“Can you get me one or not?”

He stood in front of me, pulling on his chin hair. He played around with the toothpick hanging from his mouth while I assumed he was thinking.

“I got you, but I wanna know why I had to find out from bruh about Rob bitch ass putting his hands on you. That’s who you need it for, right?”

I sighed because I had a feeling Ethan might’ve said something but I wasn’t for sure.

“Yes, that’s who I need it for. And I didn’t tell you because I know how you can be. You already don’t like the nigga, which makes matters worse. I don't plan to use the gun. I just need something for protection, just in case.”

“It shouldn’t be no just in case. And your bullshit will always be my bullshit. I’m not worried about getting into trouble. Fuck all that. If you don’t wanna go to war, you know I’ll take your place. You need to pack up your shit and move out of that house, Ava. Matter of fact, I’ll come help you in case the nigga wanna get froggy.”

“I already moved out, Ace. I left with nothing and started over.” I informed him.