Chapter 7 #3
When I said that, he looked at me like I was crazy and laughed.
“Dionne, what the fuck is you on tonight? Why you down my throat about who I got calling me? You saying that like in the little time that we’ve been fuckin around, I’ve gotten caught cheating or some shit. Fuck you got going on tonight?” he snapped.
My reaction was quick as I went inside of his sweats, pulled his phone out, and I was able to see that it was the same number calling again. Tank never tried to stop me. In fact, he stood there with this mug on his face, looking angry, as if he wanted to slap the shit out of me.
I slid the bar across, answered the phone, and I put it on speaker, so that we both could hear who was on the other side. I didn’t say anything when I answered though because I wanted the caller to be the one to speak first.
“Tavion? Can you hear me?” it was a females voice on the other end.
She had a soft, feminine voice. Hearing her call him by his government name damn near knocked the air out of my lungs because I knew that a lot of people didn’t call him that.
When we met, he told me how his mom was the only one that would call him by his real name, and now that I was in the picture, I would say it often as well.
“Who is this?” I asked, getting right to the point, my eyes on Tank.
I was seconds away from swinging. I just knew I was.
I wasn’t even a violent person, but if this bitch said something to me over the phone that I didn’t like, I already knew that I was going to lose my mind.
I took a chance with his ass, fell in love, and if it was all in vain, I knew that I didn’t have the mental capacity to handle it.
“Crystal,” she said her name as if I was supposed to just know who she was.
“Okay, and what? Why are you calling him?” I wanted to know. There was attitude that was dripping with every word that was coming from my mouth.
Tank looked calm. His eyes weren’t even on the phone that I was holding in my hands. Instead, they were on me.
“Let’s use your brain, mamas. I’m calling because I’m in town, and I want to see your nigga. Can you hand him the phone, please?” this bitch asked me.
“I’m standing right in front of him with the phone on speaker. Anything that you want to say to him, you can go ahead and say it. He hears you,” I let her know, my heart racing, a little scared of what I was going to find out.
“Tank, what’s all this? I gotta go through management now to get in contact with you?
Any other time I called you, I was able to get right through to you for that dick.
Put a muzzle on your bitch. You know me.
I’ll slap the shit out of your hoe!” she snapped, and before I could say anything, Tank snatched the phone out of my hand.
“Ay, watch that shit. I haven’t heard from you in damn near a year, so yeah, you gotta go through management now to get in contact with me.
My relationship status has changed from the last time that I was around you.
You, and every other bitch no longer have access to this dick.
Lose my number yo,” Tank said to her in a calm voice, his eyes still on me.
“And I would love to see you slap me, bitch. He don’t have to put a muzzle on shit! I said what I said. You can come to Miami, and pull up on whatever nigga you want, but it won’t be mine!” I was livid. Like, so angry to the point that I was shaking.
This ghetto ass shit, arguing over a nigga, which were all things that I’ve witnessed my mom, and sisters do over the years, were things that I vowed that I would never do.
After the bullshit that I went through with Garrus, I made a vow that I would live a peaceful life, and that I didn’t want any nigga problems.
“I give it about another month, hoe. Niggas like Tank don’t settle down.
I was his friend before we started fuckin around.
I know all your nigga secrets. He’s ran through so many hoes, so I know for a fact that men like him don’t change.
Being a dog ass nigga is in his blood. Keep that dick warm for me.
I know I’ll be sitting back on it soon,” she shot, and then she hung the phone up.
I was never the type to allow anyone to get the last word, so I tried reaching for Tank’s phone so that I could dial the bitch back, and have a few more words with her, but he knocked my hand out of the way, and he stepped back, not letting me get to his phone.
“Who the fuck is Crystal, Tank?” I asked him.
“A bitch from Alabama that I used to fuck with off and on. I haven’t seen her in almost a year. You been wilding since you walked in the fuckin house,” he snapped.
I couldn’t even hide the fact that my feelings were hurt. My eyes got watery, and within a matter of seconds, I was hard down crying, using both hands to wipe my eyes.
“I told you… told you… not to… make me… look stupid. You got… you got bitches laughing… at me,” I could hardly get the words out because I was crying so hard.
Tank reached his hand out to grab me, but I went crazy on him, pushing his hands away, stepping back, not wanting him to touch me.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t fuckin touch me,” I screamed, moving away from him, and I turned, going in the house, walking quickly, so that he wouldn’t catch up to me.
I went through the patio door, and I grabbed my purse that I left on the kitchen counter, and all the while, Tank was behind me, calling after me, telling me to stop.
The second I reached the door, he pulled me into him by the loop of the jeans that I was wearing, making my body crash against his hard chest. Emotional, heartbroken, just feeling all the things, I broke down, trying to fight my way out of his grasp.
He had me in a tight bear hug, not letting me go anywhere.
“I hate that you doing this shit. You wilding on a nigga, trying to leave and shit, as if I have a history of cheating on you. Dionne, I’ve made so many fuckin changes since me, and you got together.
As you can see that bitch number wasn’t even saved to my phone.
I deleted any female number out of my phone that I used to deal with when we made it official.
You told me that you were only giving me two strikes.
What kind of dumb ass nigga would I be to fuck that shit up?
If me, and her had been in communication, you would have every right to wild out on me, but bae I didn’t do shit.
How the fuck you going to get mad at me for some shit that I didn’t do? ” he asked me.
I heard him through my cries, but I didn’t answer him.
“Anwer what I just asked you, Dionne,” his voice was demanding.
“I don’t... know,” was all that I had for him.
“And then, what if she made up a bunch of lies over the phone, telling you that I was still fuckin her? What were you going to do? Take her word over mine? Haven’t I given you enough reassurance?
The way I’m out here acting over you, it’s no way possible that you could even think that it was someone else.
I’m offended by that shit,” he finished, and then he took his hands off me.
I turned around, so that I could look at him, but I didn’t say anything.
I felt like this past hour had just been a nightmare.
I came over here, thinking that I was going to lay up under my man, and the shit that just took place at my mom’s house would get swept under the rug.
I didn’t think that I would come over here, and my problems would get worst.
“Say something. You were just loud as fuck outside in the backyard. You were quick to believe that I was fuckin another bitch, so keep that same energy. Say something,” he kept going.
“I don’t want to use it as an excuse, but Tank, I’m scared.
I’m scared you’re going to hurt me. She even said it over the phone that you’re not the settling down type.
What’s going to happen when the thrill, and the work that your putting in to court me suddenly wears off?
The two women that you’ve dealt with in your past that I know about, both have told me the same thing about you.
It’s like they know that it will never be me, and you.
They feel like it’s just my turn,” I was honest with him, and he pulled down on his beard, nodding his head.
“All I’m hearing from you is that you don’t trust me, and that all the work that I’ve been putting in these past few months with you has been in vain.
You’re not going off what you’re getting out of me.
You’re going off what them hoes telling you.
You getting a version of me that no other woman has gotten from me.
The females that I used to deal with, they didn’t have an idea of where the fuck I lived.
Not only do you know where I live, but you got the code to the door, and you can come and go as you please in this bitch, without me even being home.
I took you shopping the other day, didn’t give you a limit, telling you that you could get whatever the fuck you wanted.
My mama met you. I told my grandma, and other family members about you.
I’m talking to you about kids. Why the fuck you gone listen to another bitch, when I’m standing right in front of you, doing everything and more that a nigga is supposed to be doing?
I love you, Dionne. I swear I do, but if you don’t think that I’m the man for you, and if you feel it in the back of your mind that I’m going to hurt you, then what the fuck are we doing? ” he asked.
Nodding my head, I looked at him, taking in the things that he said to me. When he didn’t get an answer from me, he just walked away.
I stood here, trying to see if I was going to stay, or leave. It was so easy to leave and just run away from the problem that we had, but I didn’t do that. Instead, I decided to stay.