I was.
I DM'd her. Let her know how fucking beautiful she was and I would give her the world if she gave me a chance. She had blocked the last three accounts I created, but I wasn't discouraged.
I was feeling looser after a while. The liquor had settled in me. My phone kept vibrating with texts and calls from my wife, but I ignored them. I just needed a few more hours. That's all.
A couple of hours later, I was six shots in when I heard a knock on my door. I paused, cup paused mid-air, my face twisted in confusion. Had to be a mistake. But then another knock—harder and more persistent.
"The fuck," I mumbled to myself. Setting the cup down, I picked up my gun from the coffee table and stood. Creeping to the door, I looked out the peephole but whoever it was covered the hole.
I stayed quiet as the knocking started turning into beating. I was about to yank that bitch open and put my gun in whoever's face it was until I heard her voice—
"Bishop! I know you're in there. Open this muthafucking door before I scream!" she shouted.
How the hell she figure out where I was?
"BISHOP!" she roared kicking the door now.
"Fuck!" I gritted to myself. With a heavy breath, I slowly opened the door.
Eva pushed past me, face full of rage. "Didn't think I knew about your little hideaway, did you?" she spit out.
Closing and locking the door, I turned to her. "What are you doing here, Eva?" I asked calmly.
"You left me!" She shoved my chest hard. "What the hell is wrong with you, Bishop?!"
I shrugged. "I needed some space." Running my hand down my beard, I walked past her and placed my gun back on the table. "You been all on my ass and I ain't with that shit."
"Maybe because a nigga came to our home and claimed you've beenstalkinghis girl!" she retorted.
"AndI told you, that nigga was lying." I gave her blank look. "You gon' believe another man over your own husband?"
She stared at me, eyes boring into mine. "Oh, you are arealfucking piece of work." She shook her head, voice hard and bitter. "No man does that for no reason, Bishop."
I picked my cup up and just stared at her. "You came here to argue? Again?" I shook my head and took a sip. "And you wondering why the fuck I left."
"Fuck you!" Her voice started rising again. "You got me feeling crazy!"
"You acting crazy," I muttered taking another sip.
Eva snatched the glass out my hand and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall.
"Bitch, what the fuck!" I snapped, eyes wide.
"What the fuck is WRONG with you?!" she screamed back. Tears streamed down her face. "You don't touch me! You don't talk to me! You barely even look at me anymore!"
I exhaled hard trying not to lose my temper. "I told you already—I got a lot on my mind."
"No." She shook her head wildly. "No. It's HER on your mind. It's that bitch Gianna—I know it." She stared at me for a tense moment. "You…love her, don't you?" she asked carefully.
Silence. Just for half a second but long enough to make an impact. Her face changed immediately. Anger and devastation. "Oh my God." Her voice cracked. "It's all true. You do love her!"
I rubbed my hand down my face already exhausted. "Eva—"
"No!" she screamed backing away from me. "Don't fucking lie to me again!"
She looked around the apartment wildly. At the extra clothes. The liquor bottles. Then her eyes landed on the duffle bag sitting near the couch. Before I could snatch it up, she dashed over with a speed I had never seen her have and grabbed it.
"Eva, no!" I tried to grab it out her hand.
