Chapter 20 #2
“I saw the way Mendeecees looked at you when we were at the studio. I offered to give him head and everything, but all he cared about was finding out more about you. After all these years, it’s the same thing every time.
I’m prettier, freakier, and my ass is fatter than yours, but none of it matters.
I’m the number one pick until you step into a room, and then they forget all about me.
I guess a part of me wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine. ”
“You sound stupid! The difference between you and me is that I never slept with any man you’ve ever dated or even expressed interest in. You broke into my home, fucked my man, and ruined my fucking life, and you think we’re even? Are you crazy?”
“There’s more,” East interjected. My brows furrowed as I focused my attention on him. The angry expression on his face only enhanced his sex appeal, but I tried not to stare too hard because I missed him like crazy.
“More?”
“Yeah. My tech guy hit me up recently because he found out some information about the incident that happened a few years back with that football nigga and his crew.”
My stomach twisted as I recalled the night he was referring to. I put it in the back of my mind a long time ago because it was another memory I wanted to forget.
“I-I don’t understand. What does Valor have to do with what happened to me?” Call me blonde, but I didn’t understand the correlation.
“Jett pulled their phone records. At the time, it wasn’t a focal point for me because those niggas were gonna die anyway. However, when I had him hack into her phone to see if she mentioned her plans to anyone, he got a hit on the old files on ol’ boy.”
East pulled out his phone, scrolled for a moment, and then handed it to me. My palms were sweaty as I took the phone from him.
It appeared to be a screenshot of messages between Valor and Damacio.
When I read the contents, I grew sick to my stomach.
Valor was sexting him and sending videos of herself playing with her pussy.
At first, he seemed interested, but later in the conversation, he asked her about me.
I was confused, but I kept reading. Throughout the conversation, he kept telling her how much he liked me and wanted to get to know me.
That was when Valor started throwing salt on my name.
She told him that I only wanted him for clout and that I planned to take videos and pictures of us so I could sell them to the blogs.
According to her, I was a hoe in our city, and I participated in threesomes and gangbangs all in exchange for money or designer bags.
I gasped in horror as my best friend lied and plotted my assault with the man I was interested in.
Even down to the drugs, she told him all he needed to do was get me lit, and he could do whatever he wanted.
I shook my head as I read through all of the messages. Disbelief and disgust were some of the best ways to describe my current state of mind. I didn’t understand what I could have possibly done to make her hate me the way she did.
“Bitch!” I lunged at her, almost knocking her over in her chair.
I punched her wherever my hits landed, thinking about everything I lost because of her selfish actions.
Logic grabbed me by the waist, but I fought with everything inside of me to break free.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around any of it.
She was like a sister to me, and the whole time, she secretly wanted my life.
That alone made no sense to me because I had been through nothing but pure hell for most of my life.
“Fuck you, bitch! I’m still upset with Summyah for interfering. You deserved everything you got and then some.” Valor laughed with blood leaking down her face.
Tears welled in my eyes, but I wasn’t about to shed a single tear because of that bitch. It was clear she wanted to get under my skin, and I had already given her enough power over me.
“You are a sick bitch.”
“Oh well. At least, I’m not a weak one. I heard you took your ass down to the clinic and had them suck that bastard ass baby out of you. It probably wasn’t East’s anyway. You have everyone else fooled, but not me,” Valor spat.
I could feel the heat from East’s glare, and I felt even shittier than I did before.
“Naw, Lola B. Tell me you ain’t do no foul shit like that.
Ain’t no way,” East pleaded, and the only thing I could do was drop my head in shame.
There were no excuses I could give that would rectify the situation.
East got on me constantly about reacting off emotions, but I had never fucked up so badly.
“I’m s-sorry. I-I was angry, and I thought you fucked my best friend, so I wanted to hurt you back. I regretted it as soon as it happened, but I was so emotional. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” I attempted to explain myself, but the guilt in my heart was ripping me to shreds.
“Naw, don’t apologize now. Stand on what you did. It’s all good, love.” His tone was calm, but I could tell he was hurt. East was excited the moment we found out about the baby, and I had taken it away from him.
“Essex—”