BLAINE
Between calls from Kyrie and calls from Allen and his family my phone was blowing up.
I thought about putting their numbers on do not disturb, but for what?
I wanted them to know not only was I receiving their calls, but I wasn’t answering for them.
I was even checking my text messages letting them see my read receipt after each one.
I knew it was petty, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I was tired of people playing with my heart, pretending to be something they weren’t.
So, I held my middle finger and my head high, cause fuck them.
Fallen was pregnant and I knew soon her, and Jamar would be living together in that pretty ass house of his.
I needed to get on my grind and handle my business so that I could move.
I still had the money Kyrie gave me and I planned on giving the shit back, but I needed to do it without getting cornered by him.
I could ignore him on the phone, but in person, I wouldn’t have the strength.
I replayed the night I called him and his ex- answered his phone over and over again and as angry as it made me then I knew when I saw him I’m be under his spell instantly.
I glanced down the bar and saw Allen hiding behind a fitted Atlanta hat and a pair of thick sunglasses in an attempt to shield his faced. I forced a small smile as I made my way over to him.
“Hey.”
“What up? You got a few minutes to talk?” he yelled over the music. “Not right now.” I lied as I glanced around the semi-packed bar. “Blaine, I ain’t tell Shana to call you, she did that shit on her own.” “How long did you know about her though?”
Watching his facial expression change at my question hurt my feelings a little. I guess I wasn’t a good judge of character like I thought I was. Nobody around me was one hundred like I thought.
“Exactly. You be good out here.” I nodded and attempted to walk away from him before he grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Hold up, Blaine I swear I thought you knew about her?—”
“You a fucking lie!” I exploded. “If you thought I knew then why didn’t you ever bring her up? Why didn’t yo mama?”
I didn’t mean to draw attention to myself or the conversation that we were having, but I was over the point of giving a fuck. I snatched my arm away from him and finished working completely ignoring him until he got the hint and walked away.
***
“Jamar, I am not quitting my damn job.” Fallen fussed as her and Jamar played in the kitchen.
I grabbed my bag of popcorn from the microwave and pried it open while I attempted to ignore them. Just as I started pouring my popcorn in a bowl, Fallen bumped against me and knocked both the bag and the bowl of popcorn to the floor.
“Damn it! I wish y’all would stop fucking playing!” I yelled.
“Damn, my bad.” Fallen covered her chest like she’d done nothing wrong. “I’ll pop you some more.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I rolled my eyes and stomped into my room.
A few minutes later Fallen came into my room and sat the popcorn on the bed between us. My eyes instantly fell on her flat stomach hiding the eight-week-old fetus growing inside her.
“Thanks, but I already said I don’t want anymore.” I focused my attention on my phone.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No, I’m good.” I shrugged.
“But you’re not, Blaine. You love him and I think he feels the same way, but y’all gotta stop running from each other.” She rubbed my leg.
“Girl, get out my room.”
“Blaine—”
“Fallen, I’m serious. I need some time to myself.”
“Alright, well we’re heading out, so I’ll see you later.” She told me before she walked out the room.
I tried to take a nap, but I couldn’t get Kyrie off my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face and heard his voice, nothing helped me block him out.
***
“Hey Blaine, you been working a lot lately, what’s up? Everything good?” Cristal grinned at me.
“Mind yo business.”
“Excuse me” She narrowed her eyebrows in disbelief.
Typically, I kept to myself, it was a few I talked to here and there, but none of them knew me like that.
I was far from stupid, I heard the rumors swirling around about her and Kyrie, but I wasn’t going to play into it.
If she was spending time with him while he was steady chasing after me, then she was the fool.
“You heard me.” I chuckled.
“I was just making conversation with yo little ass. Ain’t no need to be mad at me cause I got a nigga I don’t want Kyrie.” She scoffed.
“Good for you.” I laughed as I walked away.
“I am not about to be arguing over a nigga with wack dick.” She scoffed as her and her friend dapped each other up. “I mean nigga couldn’t even hang after I put that vacuum seal on him.” They laughed.
“Didn’t you say she was calling him, and he was ignoring her.”
Instead of listening to the bullshit, I pulled out my phone and called Kyrie on Facetime.
“Talk to me, B.”
“I suggest you handle yo little fan club before I do.” I told him before turning the phone towards Cristal.
“What? Me and shorty do business together that’s it. You supposed to be moving or some shit?”
“Clearly, you fucked the bitch cause she in her feelings starting shit with me, just call the bitch back or respond to her messages or something.”
“I need you B.” he replied gruffly.
“And I need you to handle yo fan club.”
“I’m coming to the crib so we can talk later.”
“You need to come down here and talk to this bitch before I feel disrespected.” I warned him.
“Give me fifteen minutes.” He hung up a second later.
I hurried to the bathroom to adjust my hair and to calm my nerves. On my way out of the bathroom I ran into Allen.
“Damn, what I do Blaine?” he frowned.
“Why do you keep coming to my job?”
“Damn a nigga can’t party freely?” he frowned.
“Then stop calling me and trying to talk to me. Yo sorry ass brother didn’t leave me or his baby mama a dime?—”
“What about the diamonds though?”
“What about them?” I shrugged.
“You need to come up off ‘em.”
“I don’t have no fucking diamonds.” I hissed as I attempted to walk around him.
“Nah bitch you gon’ talk to me.” He gripped my arm tightly. “You was the only mothafucka to leave that room alive so I know yo ass got them diamonds.”
I knee-ed him in the dick as hard as I could and pushed him away from me.
“I don’t have no fucking diamonds, but trust if I did I wouldn’t give you a penny.”
As I slipped through the crowd I felt someone grab my arm and my blood started to boil. I swung wildly in an attempt to get out of Allen’s grasp.
“Calm yo crazy ass down!”
When my eyes met Kyrie’s, I felt all the blood rushing through me making my fingers and toes tingle. My heart throbbed as I closed the space between us and attempted to hug him, but he pushed me away.
“Come here!”
Like the lovesick woman I was I followed behind Kyrie.
A part of me was anxious to hear the crazy shit I knew he would say, but I was most looking forward to the making up part.
Our lives were meshed together and everything I did or didn’t do reminded me of being with Kyrie.
When we weren’t speaking he still sent text messages everyday even if it was only “Sup”.
“I know you mad about that petty shit with Cristal, but you got me fucked up if you think you gon’ put yo hands on me and I’ma take that shit.” He roared as he paced a foot or two in front of me.
“I thought you?—”
“I don’t give a fuck if you believed every word her ghetto ass told you, I don’t disrespect you, so don’t do that shit to me.” He turned to face me.
“I thought you were someone else, I don’t give a fuck about you and that hoe.”
“Who been grabbing on you?” his face frowned tightly.
“Allen didn’t grab on me; he keeps asking about them diamonds. I kicked him in the nuts right before I ran into you, so I assumed it was him.”
“I was gon’ shoot that nigga just cause he was Tank’s brother, but now he giving me a reason.” Kyrie’s eyes turned cold.
“Fuck him?—”
“Bitch fuck you too. Since I can’t get what belonged to my brother let me everything you got.
” Allen barked as he crept from out of the darkness.
The gun in his hand extended in front of him as he approached us with a deep scowl on his face.
“Reach for that gun and I’ma drop that bitch in front of you before I put a hot one in yo big ass. ”
“If you shoot me bitch, you better kill me.” Kyrie taunted him.
My mouth went dry as I attempted to speak. “You were right, Allen I got the diamonds.” I grabbed his attention.
“Chill—” Kyrie reached for me as he attempted to shield my body with his.
The loud ring of the gun shot rang loudly in my ear as Kyrie’s body crashed into mine. “Shit!” Kyrie hissed. I attempted to reach for Kyrie’s gun behind his back, but it wasn’t there.
“Bitch ass nigga!!” Kyrie yelled as he fired off three shots in a row. I held on to his t- shirt as he went over to Allen and peeked around him as he raised his foot.
“Ahh!” Allen yelled as Kyrie’s foot pressed against his wrist until he let the gun in his hand go.
“You should have killed me bitch.” Kyrie moved his foot from his wrist to the spot on his shirt with blood oozing out.
“Kyrie” I tugged at his arm. “Let it go, let’s go.” I pleaded with him.
“Take yo ass to my truck and wait for me.” He pushed the keys in my hand and raised his gun.
I grabbed the keys and crossed the parking lot to get to Kyrie’s truck pausing only when a loud gunshot rang in the air.
After unlocking the doors, I climbed in the driver’s seat and buckled my seat belt just in time for a shirtless and shoeless Kyrie to jump in the passenger seat.
“Drive like normal.” He directed me as he applied pressure to the bullet hole in his shoulder.
Without the loud blaring of the radio the truck was filled with silence and it was eating away at me. I didn’t need to ask; I knew Allen was dead. It didn’t bother me one way or another, but I was worried about Kyrie going to jail for it.
“How are you going to get that bullet out your arm?”