Chapter 20 – Gutta Barbie #2
We arrived at Ruth's Chris Steak House, and War opened the passenger door of his Cyber truck, helping me out. All eyes were on us as we stepped through the restaurant. We received gentle smiles, gestures, and compliments; we did match each other perfectly. We got to the table, and War slid my seat out. I sat down and smiled at his chivalry. We started with a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Brut, “Yellow Label” Champagne, which was imported from France. For appetizers, we ordered the Calamari and mushrooms stuffed with crabmeat, and for dinner, I ordered the stuffed chicken breast, lobster mac and cheese, and grilled asparagus. War ordered the 40 oz Tomahawk Ribeye with Lobster Mac and Cheese and roasted Brussels sprouts. I had gotten a chance to try his Brussels sprouts, and they tasted better than I had expected, but they still weren’t something that I’d order.
Dinner was beautiful and amazing, and we spent the night talking, laughing, and flirting while enjoying our meals.
We shared a classic cheesecake for dessert because we were both too stuffed for anything more.
When we were done dining, we walked outside.
War walked towards the valet just as bullets began flying in his direction.
I ducked, trying to stay clear of the bullets while screaming War’s name.
Wrizzle and I made eye contact as he took one final look at me before jumping inside the car with his Uncle Dark and pulling off into the night.
The scene outside Ruth's Chris Steak House was like a movie; it was in complete chaos. People were still running and screaming as if someone had gotten shot or the shots were still flying. I knew that Wrizzle and more than likely traumatized these bougie ass people, and this was a night they were going to remember for the rest of their lives; it was something uncalled for. I didn’t know this side of him; he was doing things without thinking.
The way he was moving was careless and sloppy, and on top of that, none of his bullets touched a soul, so I didn’t understand his reasoning.
Was he trying to scare War by sending a warning message?
Whatever it was, the drama between me and my ex had just thickened.
“You good?” War was asked, out of breath.
“Yes, I’m good. Are you ok?”
“That bitch ass nigga ain’t got no aim. I’m Gucci," he said, dusting himself off and walking towards the truck with me in hand.
I took a minute and quietly digested what had just happened.
I couldn’t believe that Wrizzle would try to kill War while I was present.
He was showing me more and more that the love I thought we shared was never real.
I was beyond hurt by his actions. I understood that he was probably in his feelings for getting knocked out by War, and it was most likely his pride, but this entire situation was due to his selfish actions, and War was only protecting me.
Wrizzle was making the situation between us worse by his foolishness; he wasn't thinking about the damage that his actions were causing me. It seemed like he didn’t care about how his actions were affecting me.
I walked out of the police station with Hood Gorgeous holding on to my restraining order, which the judge had granted against Wrizzle.
He was doing way too much, and I didn’t have time for any domestic violence shit, which was what it seemed like he wanted.
He had been hitting me up all night from random ass numbers, threatening me.
I knew that it hurt his heart seeing me out in public on a date with War, but he was going to have to accept the situation for what it was; shit was over between the two of us, and there was no going back.
Clearly, that wasn’t an option for him, and I took threats very seriously, especially when it was connected to domestic violence.
My grandmother always taught me that when a man shows you who he is, believe him the first time, and those were wise words that have stuck with me for life, that I was going to always carry with me and pass down to my daughters one day.
I walked towards the car whipping the fresh tears from my eyes.
Letting go wasn’t as easy as it seemed; it was more painful than anything I had ever imagined.
“Don’t allow this to discourage you. He’s only trying to discourage you, sis.
Trust me, you’re doing the right thing, ending things between you and Wrizzle and walking away.
Letting go is never easy, but I know that it’s going to be worth it.
What he did to you and the way you looked that day- I don’t ever want that for you again.
So I need you to be the strong sister that I’ve always known you to be, stand on business, and continue moving forward. ” Hood Gorgeous said.
“I am, sis; it’s really hard, but I have already let go and let God.
There's nothing that will ever make me go back to that type of relationship. It’s just hard to wrap my mind around how fast shit changed between us.
We went from being inseparable to hating each other within the blink of an eye.
If someone asks me what happened between us, I still wouldn’t have the words to explain; the whole situation is so unreal to me.
I would’ve never imagined things between us would’ve ended in violence. ” I expressed.
Hood Gorgeous hugged me tightly. I knew that she was hurting for me; I could feel that she even felt bad for me.
There was so much time and energy wasted.
So much loyalty was put into a relationship that was never going to last. Now I was envisioning my future with another man, which is the last thing that I had expected would be the case.
My heart for Wrizzle was cold; the love that was once there was now replaced with pain and hate.
My emotions were like a rollercoaster, up and down.
“Do you think that restraining order is really going to keep him away? The Wrizzle that I know ain’t gonna allow no piece of paper to keep y'all apart? Are you sure you don’t want to come and stay with me for a little while?
Especially since he and War are now beefing.
I’m really worried about you, sis. This shit seems very serious. ”
“I don’t know; it seems like I don’t even know him anymore. Something in him switched. But I stay strapped and ready for whatever, so if he comes at me feeling like he needs that, then I’m going to give it to him with no remorse.”
“I just hate how things ended between y'all. But I love you even more, so I will never want you to be with a fuck nigga. Just promise me that you’ll be careful.” Hood Gorgeous looked at me with a serious look, one that I had never seen before.
I knew that she was warning me. Making me aware of how serious this really was.
“I promise I’m going to be careful, sis; don’t worry about me.
I want you to focus on my niece. If I feel like I need to come stay with you, I will, but the last thing I want is to bring my drama to your home, where my niece lives.
I’m grown; I’ll handle things between Wrizzle and me. ” I assured her.
War was out of town handling business and had no idea that I planned to go to the house I shared with Wrizzle to grab the rest of my shit.
I knew that if he knew, he would talk me out of going, and that was my reason for not telling him anything.
I had made arrangements with the police department to pick up the rest of my belongings.
I knew that Wrizzle was going to be caught off guard, so I felt I needed the law to protect me from him.
But I had done some research when it came to walking away from a violent relationship, and I felt that for the safety of everyone, it was best to keep strict boundaries up between Wrizzle and me.
I also realized that during our time apart the severity of manipulation and gaslighting.
Even though Wrizzle was in the wrong for cheating and putting his hands on me, he continued acting like he was the victim and using our history to make me feel bad for him.
I knew that I needed to stand on business when it came to us going our separate ways, but it wasn’t as easy a job to manage.
“You sure you don’t need me to go with you to the crib?” Hood Gorgeous asked.
I was always used to being the one who protected her like a big sister, but somehow I found myself needing her protection. It was crazy how life was always so unpredictable.
“Yes, I’m sure. The officers are going to meet me there. Trust me, I have everything situated. I just wanna get my shit and move on with my life. There’s no reason for Wrizzle and me to even converse because there’s nothing left to be said; my mind is already made up.”
Hood Gorgeous had to pick up my niece, and the last thing I wanted was to put them in harm's way. I couldn’t front and act like I wasn’t worried about going to the house, but I knew that if Wrizzle had ever put his hands on my sister, I would kill him.
I was very thankful that she came to the police station with me; that was something that I knew would’ve been impossible to do on my own.