Give Em Somethin’ New Sunday

Just a little something I’m working on. Feedback is welcomed.

“Get the fuck off me, Deron,” I said calmly as I inched back from his hot, halitosis breath. He could have at least brushed his teeth before he got all up in my space. Acting like he was about to hit me when he wasn’t gonna do shit. I really don’t know what I saw in him. Deron and I met at a house party that my girl, Rayne was throwing for her boo. Maybe at one time I loved him. Maybe not. I don’t know. I just don’t feel the same way about him anymore. You would think that I would be saying this six months down the line, but we had only been together for three months. We were suppose to still be in the cupcake phase, right? Wrong. I guess reality hit me smack in the ass.

Maybe it started when I let him move in with me. He’d lost his job not long after he’d met me and being the sucker that I am, I let him talk me into it. I should’ve known something was up then. Not long after he moved in with me, he started leaving his shit everywhere. Like I was supposed to pick up after him? I was not his mama and I let that be known from jump street. When I’d approached him about it, he had the nerve to tell me I was nagging. Say what? Hell to the no. Once those words dropped from his lips, I told him to leave. His attitude changed real quick once he realized I wasn’t joking. Next thing I know, he was begging for forgiveness telling me that he needed me. Yeah, he needed me to fund his broke ass. The thing that I like about Deron is that he can charm his way into and out of anything. Ironically, that is what I hate about him too.

“Yo Jalece, you need to chill with all that nagging shit. I’m getting tired of ya mouth.”
“Well, if you’re so fucking tired of MY mouth, then get the FUCK OUT Deron! You ain’t doing shit no way but eating up MY food, using the electricity I pay for, shittin in MY toilet, and sleeping in MY bed. Mine, motherfucker. Not yours,” I screamed. I was beyond mad at this point. I cringed on the inside when he moved closer. Now we were nose to nose. Halitosis breath versus Minty breath. I wish this nigga would hit me. I got my blade right there in my nightstand. I won’t hesitate to stab him repeatedly.
“FUCK YOU, bitch! I don’t know why I even fool with ya dumb ass.”
Dumb? Oh, hell no. At this point, I’m sure he could see steam coming out from my ears, but I shall digress. He isn’t worth me even talking to anymore. “You know where the door is.” I watched as his jawbone jumped repeatedly and for a second I thought he was going to hit me just for the hell of it. But surprisingly, he put space between us. We stared each other down for a minute or two, and then he finally went to the closet to get his stuff. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I didn’t let my guard down. I quickly ran over to my night stand, pulled out my ten inch blade, and stuffed it into my back jean pocket. I grabbed my cell phone and keys and fast walked my ass out of my bedroom. While pulling on my sneakers, I continuously watched over my shoulder. He wasn’t about to catch me off guard and if I needed to I could make a clean get away. Finally he emerged from the bedroom with his huge duffel bag. If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. Motherfucker, had the nerve to be mad at me? Bullshit. He made his way to the door and I followed a few feet behind him. I wasn’t stupid enough to get close to him. Once he walked out the door, I quickly grabbed the door knob to shut it. Before I could close it all the way, he forcefully pushed it back open, knocking me to the floor.

“You fucking bitch! How you just gon play me like that? All a nigga did was love yo controlling ass,” he screamed as he grabbed me by my throat and lifted me from the floor. I coughed and gasped for air as he cut off my circulation. I was quickly losing consciousness. I had to do something. If I could just get to my blade…
I kicked my legs wildly until finally one connected with his dick. He dropped to his knees and thus dropping me by loosening his grip from my neck. I coughed violently and reached for my blade from my back pocket.

“I want you to touch me again, motherfucker.” I said once I could talk again. I lifted the blade high.
“Bitch, you ain’t gon do shit,” he taunted
“Oh yeah? Well, bring your sorry ass over here then since you don’t believe me.”

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