2. Shaun Smith #3
I checked my phone to see if Morgin had called or texted me, but she hadn’t, so now a nigga was worried if maybe Daylin had killed her ass or something.
I kept getting flashbacks of the way she dogged that girl all over that lot and how poorly Morgin was fighting back.
It was almost as if she couldn’t come up out of her shock enough to really hit Daylin hard enough.
I showered, but as soon as I stepped out, I heard rustling. Remembering my gun was in my bedroom, I froze to listen a bit closer, and sure enough, someone was in my damn apartment.
“Come out the bathroom!” Daylin’s fist thundered against the door, almost making me jump high enough to hit the fucking ceiling.
“Aight!” I shouted back, trying to remain as collected as possible, but I wasn’t gon’ front; I was spooked.
Realizing I had nothing to cover up with other than my towel, I dried off my chest and neck, then tied it around my waist before measuredly opening the bathroom door.
I heard Daylin in my living room, seemingly pacing, so I made my way in there and halted at the sight of her. She had a few facial scratches from Morgin, and her hair was disheveled, letting me know Morgin had also pulled it.
“How long?” Her face was balled up. When I took too long to answer, she picked up my remote and hocked it at me, so I ducked. The shit shattered against the wall.
“Aight! Like a couple weeks!” I lied, afraid of how she’d react if I told her it’d been over a year.
“You’re a fucking liar! That stupid bitch already told me it’s been almost two fucking years!”
“Don’t act like you wasn’t about to fucking break up with me, Day! You asked for a break!” I roared back. “Nigga told me a minute ago he was gon’ be with you, and he ain’t do that shit for no fucking reason!”
“Yes, Shaun, I was wrong for what I did, but at least I planned to end shit with you. You’ve been fucking her for two years and never planned to come clean or even end our relationship.
Whether you believe it or not, I was not about to carry on with him and you.
” She expelled a heavy breath. “To keep it real, before he and I started anything, I knew as soon as I was released, if I was released, I was gonna end shit with you. I didn’t want a break. I wanted out.”
“The fuck?”
That shit surprised me. Initially when Daylin mentioned a break, I assumed she was stressed about work or some other shit, and we’d get past it. But to know she wanted to actually part ways and even before old boy had gotten into her head was wild to hear.
“Yes. I only wish I’d had the balls and didn’t need my life to be in danger to have done the shit months ago.” She paced. “Now I am just as bad as you.”
“Wish you’d broken up with me so you could’ve fucked with old boy with a clear conscience, huh?” I laughed, and when she didn’t correct me, I instantly became irate. “I’m glad I didn’t actually wait for you to break your celibacy and got my shit off with Morgin.”
Before I could even let out my maniacal ass chuckle, Daylin charged me and immediately started swinging on my ass.
My hardwood floors didn’t complement my wet feet at all, and next thing I knew, I was slipping and sliding all over the place as Daylin slammed her fists on my face and the back of my head repeatedly.
The more I tried to catch my balance and simultaneously hold my towel up, the more I skated and floated all over the hallway and kitchen.
Wearing sneakers, Daylin had perfect grip and stability, following me around while being all over my ass like white on rice.
Loud bangs on the door from my nosy ass neighbor saved my life, because it made Daylin stop for a moment.
“How you mad at me when you been fucking the nigga that kidnapped you, you stupid bitch! Probably planned that fake ass kidnapping!” I was hot, head throbbing, nose bleeding, and I bit my newly stitched tongue.
“Arrghh!” I screamed my fucking head off when Daylin kicked my dick with them hard ass shoes.
“I did not plan shit! But I sure did fuck him! I cannot believe I felt bad for that shit! I knew you were up to something!” She stormed to my door and yanked it open, making my neighbor stumble back in fright.
“And if you haven’t guessed, stupid bitch, the relationship is over!
” She barked at me. “Move!” She snapped on my neighbor who jumped to the side as I lay on the floor, cupping my pulsating privates.
I lay there on the floor until the pain in my balls and dick subsided enough, then stood to my feet and shut my front door, putting a chain on this time. I’d forgotten when I came home initially that Daylin had a key to my place.
I doctored up my face, doing what I could, and then slipped on some boxers to go lie down since a nigga had a headache. When I grabbed my phone, I saw I had a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: Damn. That went better than I thought. Don’t worry about her. I’m gon’ love the shit out of her. :)
I immediately started looking around to see if I could spot a camera of any kind, wondering how that creepy ass nigga knew anything.
As much as I loved Day, I didn’t know if she was worth getting back. Additionally, I wasn’t too fond of having a woman that could hit like a grown ass man.