Chapter 20 – Gutta Barbie #3
I got to the house that Wrizzle and I once shared after dropping Hood Gorgeous off.
Being back at the house brought back good memories and painful ones.
I searched up and down the block for any sign of an officer, but they were not here as promised.
Pulling my phone out, I called the number on the business card that the officer gave me; the phone rang a couple of times before going to voicemail.
I began to get annoyed. This was the reason why I didn't fuck with their asses to begin with, but I was trying to be the bigger person and not end up behind bars again. There was no way I was leaving and coming all the way back. I just wanted to get this shit over and done with so that I could move on with my life. Wrizzle’s car was not parked in the driveway, but I grabbed my Glock anyway just in case.
When I walked in, I was surprised by how fucked up and dirty the house was.
There was shit all over the place. Clothes were all over the living room like he was using it as a bedroom.
There were take-out platters all over the living room, dining room, and kitchen, and a bunch of beer cans scattered throughout the house.
I grabbed my mail that was on the table as well as a couple of black trash bags from the kitchen and headed upstairs to start packing the rest of my shit up.
When I made it to the bedroom we once shared, I was surprised to see that everything was still the way that it was when I left.
I could tell that he was barely in the room and more than likely hadn't been sleeping in our bed. Looking around, I began to get emotional. This was harder than I had expected it to be. I was still in love with Wrizzle, but I knew that I couldn’t be with him.
I took a deep breath and got down to business, moving as quickly as I could.
I decided to pack everything, starting with what I needed the most and what I was taking with me today.
The rest of my belongings I planned to store in the garage and have them picked up.
I had gotten everything that I really wanted in the truck, and I was halfway through packing up when Wrizzle walked into the room.
“So you were just gonna grab your shit and leave a nigga without telling me?” he asked.
I ignored him and continued packing. It was hard for me to even look at him.
There was a lot of unfinished business between us, and the emotions were high.
The tension in the room was thick. There was an awkward and eerie silence, and I could feel Wrizzle burning a hole through me, but I refused to make any eye contact with it.
“Then you pull up in this nigga truck! You know this shit is killing me; you can’t even look me in the face right now,” he complained.
I continued grabbing the last of my belongings before turning to walk out of the room.
Wrizzle grabbed me by my forearm and used his body to block the door, preventing me from leaving.
When he shut the door and locked it, I began to panic.
I knew that if he didn’t open the door back then, I was going to completely crash the fuck out.
“Let me the fuck out of this room, Wrizzle! I am not playing!”
“You’re not going anywhere until you talk to me.
I am tired of you ignoring me and treating me like I don’t exist. We were damn near married, and you think it’s ok to just walk away from a nigga without trying to figure this shit out!
” he snapped. I could tell that he was very emotional and was taking our breakup really hard.
It wasn’t easy for me either, but this was something that he had caused and brought on himself.
“You put your hands on me and don’t expect me to walk away! Nigga are you cool?” I asked, looking at him, confused.
“I fucked up, Gutta, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put my hands on you; that shit was never supposed to happen.
I was in my feelings and fucked up because of losing my cousin.
Shit got out of my control, and I lost my temper.
You know I’m not that type of nigga.” he said.
I rolled my eyes at his poor-ass apology and excuses.
There was nothing to talk about because there was no taking the shit that he did back, and there was damn sure no excusing it.
“Then you're moving on in my face with the next nigga when I’m the one that put in all the work and effort to be with you. I built this shit and made you into the woman you are today- everything you know- I’m the nigga that taught you!” he said, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Nigga, that’s bullshit, and you know it!” I pushed past him and went to open the door, but he grabbed me by the arm this time, throwing my body onto the bed.
“You're probably giving that nigga my pussy, violating me!” he snapped.
Before I knew what was happening, Wrizzle was on top of me, taking all of my clothes off.
I tried desperately to fight him off of me, but he was too strong.
I punched, kicked, scratched, and did everything in my power to get him to stop.
He pulled his arm back and smacked me before burying my face under a pillow to prevent me from screaming.
When he entered me, my entire body went limp.
Tears poured from my face as he thrust in and out of me.
“I love you so much!” he cried.
I reached around desperately trying to find my Glock.
When I finally felt my hands touching it, I quickly grabbed it.
Without being able to see, I lifted it and pulled the trigger.
Everything stopped. Wrizzle’s body fell limp on top of me.
I removed the pillow and saw him lying lifeless on top of me.
With all my strength, I rolled him off of me.
Blood was spilling everywhere from the bullet in the side of his face.
Pushing his body onto the bedroom floor, I jumped out of the bed and was in disbelief.
I quickly began to panic as I paced the room back and forth, unsure of what to do.
I pulled out my phone and called the first person I thought of.
“Tiffany, I need you to come to the house now!” I said into the phone, panicking.
“Wait, what's going on?” she asked.
“I can’t talk about it over the phone, but it’s bad, and I just need you to hurry up and get here!”
“Ok, I am on my way!” she said, ending the call.
When she finally got to the house, she walked into the room, and as soon as she saw Wrizzle lying lifeless on the floor, her eyes grew wide, and she began screaming.
“What the fuck! Shut the fuck up!” I snapped.
“What happened to him?” she asked in a shaken tone.
“He raped me,” I answered.
“You’re a fucking liar!” she cried. I watched as she got down on her knees and began sobbing uncontrollably. “You killed him!”
She continued sobbing uncontrollably as she took his body into hers and began begging him to wake up.
When she reached her hand out and touched her belly, for the first time, I realized she was pregnant.
That’s when reality set in. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
As she continued crying over his body, I raised my Glock, pulling the trigger, hitting her once in the head.
Now I finally knew who the no-good nigga was cheating on me with, and now they could be a happy family in hell. Without looking back, I walked out of the house.