“Gio, I gave you seven years of my life, three of them you spent with a bitch on the side. I deserve the house, the marriage, the kids. I damn sure am not gonna wait for you to come home to play with me again. Goodbye, Gio, YOUR home and your shit will be waiting for you when you get out. Me and the money I made in the streets won’t be in it.”
I walked off. The guard was about to open the door when I heard, “You will forever be mine. I’ll be seeing you soon.”
I stopped in my steps, but didn’t respond to him, and walked out to my car. As soon as my ass hit the seat and the door slammed, I cried. I cried like a baby. Gio was my heart. I loved him with everything in my body, but one thing I would never be is played in my relationship.
I got myself together, pulled off, picked up some food for my mom and dad, and headed to their house.
Once I got to my parents’ house, my mom wasted no time questioning why I needed to stay there when I got there. I couldn’t get the food laid out before she had popped a hundred questions out of her mouth.
I didn’t answer her at first; I didn’t know how to break my next steps to her.
She let it go until my daddy got home, and they both asked me what was going on.
I took a deep breath, put my fork down, and looked at them.
“I’m leaving Gio. I found out some things, and I don’t think I can let it go…”
My parents were in shock. I could see it all over their faces.
“So what are you gonna do?” my mama asked.
I shrugged. “Well, while he’s locked up, I’ma find me a place. I still have the nursing license that you reminded me about, so I can look for a job.”
My daddy nodded.
“Do I need to knock that nigga out?”
My mom and I laughed.
“No, Daddy, it is just time for us to go our separate ways. Like I said before, it’s things that I want to have that he hasn’t given me,” I said as I fidgeted with the ring he bought me on my finger, then slid my hand down in my lap.
My mama clocked me, I felt it. But she didn’t say anything.
“Well, baby girl, we just want you to be happy; that is what we always want. So as long as you are happy, we are happy.”
I hugged my parents, and we spent the rest of the evening smoking, sipping some wine, and reminiscing on old times, which helped me not think about Gio for a lil’ bit.
I didn’t know what was ahead of me, but I knew it wasn’t gonna include Gio. I was nervous because I knew me, and not falling back for Gio was going to be a challenge, but with him being locked up, maybe I could get a head start.
Chapter 12
Plotting
“That bitch Trina,” I said to myself as I paced my cell.
That bitch thought being on some get-back shit while I was locked was a smart move. She’s dumb as hell, but she wasn’t gonna get the attention she wanted.
I needed Islah, and she was mad at a nigga. I checked the time, and I had about ten minutes before the next count. I rushed outta my cell over to the phone and tried to call her.
She banged my shit; it went straight to voicemail. I held the phone away from my face, looking at it fucked up, and tried to call again. She answered, but before I could get a word out, she banged on me again.
I slammed the phone on the hook, and it echoed through the whole jail, making every nigga in that bitch look at me as I walked back to my cell.
As I hopped up in my bed, my celly, Monte, came in.
“You iight, nigga?” he asked.
I was reluctant to tell a nigga in jail my business, but that nigga had been cool with me since I’ve been in there, and plus, word had already passed around the jail not to fuck with me.
