Chapter 23 #2
I let out a soul worthy laugh because Faheem told me everything I needed to know.
He would forever put Mixie above me. No matter how much he loved me, his loyalty to her would always outweigh everything we had.
I refused to put myself through the suffering it would cause to be with him.
I would rather be single with a broken heart before I put up with this shit.
“I’m so happy you never broke up with Mixie. She can have you. I’m over it, Faheem,” I said with a sight chuckle, thinking about my own foolishness.
“What the fuck you want from me, Juniper?! Mixie in the hospital fighting to keep my seed alive. You fuckin’ right, I’ma be there!”
I was stunned in silence at what he revealed in his anger.
Mixie was fucking pregnant. I didn’t even know what to say after that.
This nigga played with me like a fiddle, and like a dumb bitch, I fell for that shit.
Mind instantly went to little slick stuff Mixie would say, mainly calling her and Faheem a family or saying he had a family.
I never thought too much about what she said.
I just figured she was talking, but Mixie was being literal.
“Yo seed, huh?” It sounded like I was asking when I was making a statement. “When was I gonna hear about you becoming a daddy?” I sarcastically asked him.
“I planned on telling you soon,” Faheem responded. He had the nerve to sound remorseful. I wish he was in front of me so I could slap that remorse outta his voice.
“You know, Faheem, I’m happy for you.”
”Don’t do that, Juni,” he replied in a voice that said he was trying to soothe me. However, the pain that was trying to penetrate my heart made my body numb to feelings.
“Nah, I’m serious. I’m going to go until it’s time for the divorce.” I was removing myself from this circus.
“That don’t work for me, Juniper.” The coldness to his tone should have been a warning, it didn’t phase me.
“I honestly don’t care. Go help Mixie keep y’alls little bastard alive. Bitch, I’ma have all my shit before y’all get home,” I spat, allowing my feelings to take over and my anger to speak for me.
”Aye, Juni, I know yo feelings might be hurt, but tread lightly when it come to a nigga’s seed.”
“Fuck you, that bitch, and y’alls baby, ho' ass nigga,” I condescendingly replied. “That little fucker gon’ be ugly as hell too!” I screamed into the phone, feeling my heart crumble.
“Bitch, fuck you!” he spat with malice in his voice.
“You wanna be in yo feelings about shit you knew about, dumb ass broad. The fuck you on. You been knew I was fucking MIxie, been knew I nutted in her just as much as I nutted in you. Yet, you wanna act surprised. Gon’ with that dumb ass shit.
Speakin’ on my seed like I won’t slap the fuck outta you behind mine. ”
I ain’t gon’ lie, hearing Faheem talk to me the way he was, hurt my feelings, but he would never know that. I kept a strong face and cried when he wasn’t around. He was only making me leaving him easier. “All that, nigga. Fuck you.” I hung up on him, not realizing Kojo was still on the phone.
“Damn, I thought you forgot about a nigga.” Kojo’s jovial voice startled me.
“I did, I’m sorry,” I grumbled. Faheem had ruined my night. I wanted to curl up into a ball and lick my wounds. “I’m not in the best mood, can I call you back tomorrow?” Kojo was nice, but I didn’t need to take my anger out on him.
“Nah, nah, you musta been arguing with that nigga. Fuck him, shawty. Come fuck with me. Don’t let him ruin yo night while he probably laid up with another bitch.”
My heart ached thinking about Faheem having a baby with Mixie on the way.
I wish I didn't have the weakness I was feeling right now.
Why did my fucking feelings have to get trampled on?
I got myself into this mess, but did I really deserve to be the one with a broken heart?
I let myself be available to an unavailable ass nigga that sold me a fucked up fairytale.
Maybe Kojo was right. To get Faheem out of my system, I needed to get under a different nigga.
”You right, I’ma send you my location,” I replied without a second thought.
My heart dropped when I expected to hear Kojo’s voice, and Faheem’s devilish voice echo'd in my ear. “Bitch, you want to die? Ion know what ho ass nigga you talkin’ to. On my mama you gon’ lose yo life tryna fuck with that one.
Try me, bitch ass nigga.” The deadly tone in his voice caused fear to run over me.
I pulled my phone from my face seeing that I’d merged the calls instead of hanging up on Faheem.
I quickly pressed the red end button once I realized my mistake.
There goes my plans. I was annoyed at myself once again.
I guess it was a good thing. Kojo was gonna be a distraction to my problems when I needed to deal with them head on.
I had to get away from Faheem and his madness.
First thing’s first, I had to get my stuff out of his condo.
I chuckled at the fact that Faheem hadn’t stopped calling my phone since I hung up.
I could see I was going to have to block him.
He was the pot calling the kettle black.
In the mindset of Faheem calling back a text from Kojo came in, asking for my location.
I debated for a couple seconds before sending him the name of Frankee’s complex.
If Faheem wanted war, I was about to give him the battle of his life.