The one person that she probably thought she still had in her corner had turned too.
Nina was disgusted at how she treated Talia last night.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” She howled as she sat on the floor of her shower after she’d made it home from her parents’ house.
She could only pray that Talia didn’t overdo it as a way to numb the pain.
Nina’s stomach curled. The night kept replaying over and over in her head like her favorite Anita Baker song. Although this time it wasn’t about angels because Nina felt like the devil.
She picked up the Glock that Jio left under the mattress. He didn’t know that she knew where it was, but she did. She also knew where the other four were too. Nina was nosey, and anything that had to do with the man she was supposed to be staying away from somehow always found its way to her. She was well-versed in all things Jio.
The deadly weapon didn’t belong in her hand, but she didn’t care.
It was cold, black, and heavy. She knew with just one click, it could all be over.
The voices in her head and the judgmental looks from her parents on top of her sister’s screams… she couldn’t function.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown was more than just a saying to her. The pressure to perform and exceed had her down bad, on top of Jio being distant.
Her bedroom was dim and the curtains were halfway closed but from what she could see, it was most likely gonna rain and she sure hoped so.
Nina loved when the weather matched her mood. She was feeling beyond gloomy.
Normally, she felt peace when she was able to read a book and stay in bed all day, but she wasn’t willingly being a lazy bitch today.
She hadn’t moved in hours. Her eyes were swollen and her lashes were nastily clumped together as a result of dried tears. Her lips were chapped, but she didn’t even have the energy to move her body a tad to grab her Chapstick that sat on her nightstand. It was hard for her to inhale and exhale, but it was even more of a struggle to fight the urge to stay alive.
Nina was conflicted. It wasn’t that she wanted to die… she just couldn’t keep functioning in this way, so what other option did she have other than to take her life? It was the weak way out, but the life that she had wasn’t the one she wanted anymore.
“God, can we start over?” she whispered in between sobs.
She was grateful but she didn’t want the parents he gave her or the last name. She didn’t care about the generational wealth and everything that she was about to step into. Somebody else could have the title.
Her parents knowing about her relationship with Jio made her stomach turn in all types of ways.
The questions never stopped coming. Her mama wanted to know every single detail. The How, When, and most importantly, WHY.
“What do you possibly see in that…. thug?”Her words were laced with disgust.
Nina didn’t have an answer for them. She was too tired to lie and way too grown to point the finger back at Talia.
Her eyes kept glancing over to the gun, and soon, her fingers followed. They brushed against the cool metal. Nina was too pussy to pull the trigger. But in a weird way, she felt sort of okay knowing that it was there.
The voices were loud but they weren’t screaming just yet.
She heard the locks to her front door turning. The sound signified that her man had finally found his way to her.
She’d only called and texted a hundred times.
His communication sucked these days.
She didn’t bother to move to greet him. Back when things were sweeter between the two of them, aka the honeymoon stage, she would run into his arms and allow him to tongue her down in the middle of the living room. But those days were over.
His footsteps seemed slower and heavier than usual. She forgot that he was dealing with his own shit too. His brother.Nina now regretted sending all those messages, but he needed her too…
“Babe?” He called her name but he never came towards the bedroom.
She figured he was taking his time because he’d also had a long day and night.
