Chapter 23
Juniper Weaver
Later That Night
Pissed didn’t touch the rage I was feeling.
I couldn’t believe this nigga was tryna handle me like I was a bird brain bitch.
The nigga who promised to be there for me no matter what was nowhere to be found when I needed him the most. I had a gun held to my fucking head while my car was stolen from me.
I swear I was never parking in that garage ever again in my life.
This was the second time my life was in danger in the parking garage by my job.
Imagine my surprise when I get in my car to go home and a nigga in a mask pops up out of nowhere, holding a gun to my head to steal my car.
I almost thought he wanted to kill me because even after he had the keys, he didn’t seem like he wanted to let me go.
Of all the times Faheem came to surprise me, I prayed he was lurking and he would save me at any moment.
Nope, Angelo had just so happened to come out to my rescue, scaring off the niggas with the gun.
He peeled out in my car, and we couldn’t do anything but watch them.
I was scared out of my mind, and the person I needed to ease my nerves couldn’t be found.
Never in my life had I ever experienced anything like this before.
No, I wasn't green to the street life. There was a lot of stuff I hadn’t experienced and being robbed was one of them.
I didn’t even understand why anyone would want to steal my Nissan.
There was nothing special about my car. It was a basic SUV, not some luxury vehicle you would think people would steal.
After the police came and went, there was no sign of Faheem.
Aside from a little funky ass text he sent me, in which I sent him the middle finger.
I let a little time pass before I started calling him again, in which I got more texts asking if I was good.
Common sense would tell you something was wrong with me and not to text me.
I could have text him and told him what was going on, but fuck that–it was the principle.
He could pick up the phone any other time, he could pick it up now.
Faheem dodging my calls only meant he was with Mixie.
I really thought we were passed this kind of stuff.
Since his party, we’d been together everyday.
He made promises of working on our future together alone.
This nigga literally gave me the green light to search for us a place to stay.
Faheem never left my side unless he was out working.
I was really trying to figure out if I misread Faheem’s actions.
Technically, he never said he was breaking up with Mixie, but it didn’t take a fucking genius to read the room.
I mean neither of them spoke to each other for weeks.
Not even when she would try to get his attention.
Faheem promised me this situation wasn’t going to last much longer.The fact that he was ignoring me because he was with Mixie had me heated.
That nigga reallly sold me a fucking dream, and I fell for the shit.
My hurt feelings mixed in with what happened had my thinking all over the place.
I almost lost my life, and Faheem couldn't be found. I wanted to beat his ass for leaving me hanging. It wasn’t like I was just calling him to call him, this was a serious situation.
A nigga held a fucking gun to my head. I was scared for my life, and the person who was supposed to bring me peace was doing anything but.
I felt like I was living in a warped reality.
Faheem really had to be up to no good because Frankee’s calls went unanswered too.
As soon as she came and got me, she told me he sent her a text saying he was outta the way.
Frankee tried to reassure me Faheem was probably handling business.
That lie only worked so long before I had to face reality.
Reality of Mixie’s IG post holding Faheem’s hand talking about support, blah, blah, blah.
I wasn’t even mad he was with Mixie, it was how he was handling me like I came second to her, or I didn’t mean shit to him.
Nigga, you can’t profess your love for somebody then ignore their calls.
He literally had me questioning my sanity because his actions weren’t matching his words.
“How you feel, boo?” Frankee asked from the doorway of her guest bedroom where I was laying down.
After going through what I did today, and after dealing with the police asking me a million questions, I just wanted to lay down.
Tuning out the world, I waited on the cause and cure of my heartache to come to soothe my fears.
I shouldn’t have wanted Faheem, but my heart longed for him.
He was my safe space. When he was around, I had zero fears.
I longed for that safety, unfortunately, he was the only one who could give me that.
That was the thing about love that I hated.
Even when you shouldn’t want the person who’d hurt you, the love you had for them overpowered common sense.
”I’m okay,” I mumbled sadly.
“I cooked your favorite food,” Frankee said, stepping deeper into the room.
”I’m not hungry yet,if I get hungry I’ll come out.”
”Okay boo. If my stupid brother calls, I’ll let you know.
Don’t let him make a fool outta you. I know how he’s been acting with you.
Trust me, it was out of his norm, but at the end of the day, if he ain’t on his shit like he’s promising, then move around.
Nobody said y’all had to live together during the three years.
The way I see it, you almost done with the first year.
The next two will fly by, then you can serve him with those divorce papers.
Show him you not weak like Mixie, and you don’t need his ass. Just don’t forget about me.”
“I hear you, Frankee.” I cracked a smile at her, and she smiled back before turning to leave.
I really did hear Frankee. Why was I laying here in my feelings when Faheem was out with Mixie doing lord knows what? Fuck him. Getting my phone from under my pillow, I went to Kojo’s text thread. If Faheem didn’t want to comfort me, I knew a few niggas who would.
In the middle of me explaining what happened to Kojo, he called my phone. Picking up, his loud voice came through the phone. “Why you ain’t call me when shit first popped off?” Kojo said as soon as our call connected.
”I dunno, I figured you might be busy or something,” I shyly said into the phone.
“We might still be gettin’ to know each other, but I can be there for you.
You got shit going on with yo ex, and he still in yo life.
If he wasn’t there for you, let that nigga go if he can’t be the nigga for you, and I can be that.
” Kojo knew of Faheem, and he thought he was my ex I was breaking up with.
I told him I was looking for a friend while I dealt with my break up, and he was okay with it.
Letting out a deep sigh, I really contemplated what Kojo was saying. Even if I decided to leave Faheem, I didn’t want to jump right back into another relationship. At least not until I could divorce Faheem and really put him out of my life.
“Yeah, you right,” was all I could think to say. I didn’t really care to talk about Faheem. He was causing enough havoc in my mind as is.
”Where you at? I can come scoop you if you need to clear yo mind.”
”Uhh, I don—“ I stopped talking when I heard the beeping of my other line. Pulling the phone from my ear, I saw Faheem’s name rolling across the scream. “Hold on, Kojo. Two seconds.” I hesitantly clicked over.
”I ain’t think you was finna answer,” Faheem answered casually like everything was good between us.
”I mean, you calling me at midnight when I’d been blowing your phone up since I got off. I shoulda let you talk to my voicemail like I been doing yours,” I smartly answered. My attitude was in full force. I wasn’t holding back on him.
”I’m already knowing you in yo feelin—”
I immediately cut him off. “You fucking right. I had a fucking gun held to my head, my car stolen, and my nigga is M.I.A.”
”What the fuck you talkin’?!” Faheem’s voice thundered through the phone. “Why you ain’t said shit to me? You shoulda been said somethin’!” he continued yelling in my ear.
“How I’ma tell you shit when you won’t pick up the phone?” I yelled right back at his ass.
”You coulda text that shit!”
”I shouldn't have to text you nothing. You should have picked up the fucking phone when you saw me calling multiple fucking times!”
“I told ya hard headed ass I was outta pocket. A nigga couldn’t fuckin’ talk!’”
”Psst. Nigga bye, being with your ex bitch ain’t out of pocket. Lame lying ass nigga.” Faheem wasn’t finna talk his way out of this.
“Ain’t never said I wasn’t with her. Some shit happened, and she needed me there.”
“Fuck her. Nigga, I needed you.” Hearing him say Mixie needed him sent me into a blind rage. I wanted to cut that nigga’s dick off. I didn’t give a fuck what she needed. It wasn’t more important than what I went through.
“It ain’t that simple, Juni. If I woulda known some shit went down, I woulda sen-“
”You would have sent? Nigga, are you serious right now?” I couldn’t believe his audacity. He was letting his real priorities show, and it had me ready to be done with him. To know he felt what Mixie had going on was more important and she needed him more than I did fucked my head up.
Niggas would scream they loved you and still pick another bitch over you. I could have laughed at how dumb I felt right now. I really let this long face bastard play in my face.
”Man, chill out. Stop cutting me off, and let me speak. Only reason a nigga needed to send someone else ‘cause I had to make sure Mixie was straight. But fuck all of that, you see them niggas’ faces?” Faheem tried to brush past the bullshit he just let come out of his mouth.