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I released a sigh and ran everything down to her. I started from when Monterius approached me the night of my grandma’s birthday party, to running into him at Lil Bill’s birthday party, but we didn’t speak. I let her know that I had been in L.A. for the past week, and I had just gotten back. I even told her who I had been in L.A. with and how Monterius was now calling after he somehow got access to my new phone number. When I was done talking, her mouth was on the table as I let her in on my new piece of drama.
“Twinkle, you know I’m going to keep it real with you at all times. You need to make a decision and make it fast because what you’re telling me sounds of a case of you really not knowing which man you want. Do I think you like Truth in that way? Ummm, not really. I think that you’re all of a sudden conjuring up old feelings from the past, and you’re really only entertaining him because you’re mad at Monterius. I hear the anger in your voice toward Monterius, but it’s also very clear that you still love him. I know you do.
“I’m not telling you that you have to accept this baby that he just had and get back with him, but I do think you need to figure out what you want. This can get ugly. Not to bring up Denim, but look at what she’s fighting right now. I don’t want that for you. I wouldn’t want either man to just snap on you, and then I have to worry about my girl in a coma. Have you asked yourself what you want? I want to hear this,” Normani said.
This conversation had my emotions all over the damn place. I picked up the cloth that I had resting on my lap and used it to dab at my eyes, so I wouldn’t start crying.
“I’m not sure what I want,” I told her, and then I released a sigh.
“Well, that’s something you should figure out. My advice to you is to follow your heart. I halfway heard what Billionaire was telling you on the phone earlier, and he’s right. You don’t have to be with Monterius. A man can’t be messing around with women on the side, possibly get her pregnant, and expect you to just sit back and take it. Twinkle, you know me. You know me and you come from opposite backgrounds, but I don’t even want to know what I would do to your cousin if he pulled something like that on me. I keep telling him that he literally has one slip up with me, and that’s it.
“Look at me. Your girl is knocked up, and you’ve known me long enough to know that I swore I would be a wife first before a mother. You used to say that I was going to marry a white man, and now look. I went and got the hoodest of the hoodest,” she said, making me laugh at her.
“Seriously, though, Twinkle. With your cousin, I got something that’s really different from what I expected to be with, but I love him. I love him, but I also know my worth. Women weren’t put on this earth to be cheated on, disrespected, abused, and whatever else that a man does and expects us to stick around while he ties up loose ends on his hoe stage. Girllll, messing around with me, your cousin will come up missing if I even hear that he kissed somebody on the cheek,” Normani said.
I just loved how she was going into this relationship, already putting her foot down and drawing the line. I was young when I got with Monterius, and I never did any of that. I never laid down the law until it was too late. By that time, he was already taking me for granted. Although Normani was only two years older than me, I promise you she was so wise. I kid you not, she gave out better advice than my damn mama. If my mama knew that I was messing around with Truth again, she would encourage it. She would say that I needed to get my get back on Monterius.
For over an hour, Normani and I sat at the table, eating our food, and just talking about so many other things. It felt good to be back around my girl. Mia was cool, and I loved her as well. I actually couldn’t wait for Normani and Mia to meet. Mia and I were just getting back into each other’s lives, so I had held back on some of the things that I told her because I didn’t know if I could fully trust her yet.
2:34. A.M.
Although it was after two in the morning, I was wide awake in the living room of my home, putting different fashion looks together. I was having someone work on my website for me, and I wanted to create some new looks.
The sound of loud banging on my front door scared the shit out of me. I jumped up real fast and ran to the back to get my gun that I kept in my bedroom. I’d had a gun for about five years, but since it was just me and Dream these days in the house, I knew that I definitely needed the gun to protect us. Before, the gun was just a cute accessory because with Monterius living with us back then, I always looked at him as my shield.
Khari was with me tonight as well because Billion had watched the girls all afternoon, even taking them along with him while he worked, so I kept my word and brought them back home with me. We ordered pizza and made ice cream cones. I braided Khari’s hair like Dream, and I even painted both of their nails.
You would think that after dealing with two busy body five-year-olds that I would have been in my bed sleeping too, but I wasn’t. I’d just gotten off the phone with Truth about thirty minutes ago, and he was inquiring about when I would come back ‘home.’ God, his deep voice on the other end of the phone was very damn convincing, but I knew that I needed to do what Normani told me to do, which was to decide who I wanted to be with. Right now, I just didn’t know.
Then only reason I was holding back on being with True is that I knew Monterius was fuckin’ crazy and would try to go after Truth, and I didn’t want that. Truth was a famous NBA player, who was never involved in any drama, and I didn’t want to put him in the middle of no shit like that. Plus, I still had feelings for Monterius, and it would be very unfair to Truth for me to go into something new when I didn’t even know how done I really was with Monterius. This shit was just making my head fuckin’ hurt, and I had already finished a bottle of Sutter Home pink Moscato.
With the gun in my hand, I tiptoed to the front door. Before I could even look out and see who was there, I heard that unmistakable deep voice.
“Open up this motha fuckin’ doooorrr, Twink! I know you in thereeee! Open it, so I can kill that nigga you hiding in thereee!” Monterius slurred from the other side of the door.
This stupid ass nigga was pissy drunk, and his stupid ass didn’t even drink like that. Smoke? Hell yeah, but drinking wasn’t even his thing.
“Get the fuck away from my front door, Monterius! I have kids in here!” I spat, hitting the door with the palm of my hand.
“Then open the door for daddy! Come on, babyyyyy. You gon’ leave a nigga out here in the cold?” he asked from the other side of the door.
I slouched down on the floor, pulled my knees up to my chest, and silently cried. All the shit this stupid ass nigga had done to me, and look at me! Crying because I felt bad for his ass.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, babyyyy. I swear, I’m sorry. I should have never fucked around on you. I should have never even let it get to this point. I know the shit that I did was foul, and I shouldn’t even be asking you to give me another chance, but Twinkle, I love you too fuckin’ much. It took me losing you for me to realize that I don’t want nobody but you. Ain’t no other bitch out here going to love a nigga and hold a nigga down the way you do. I’m fuckin’ cold, and I’m lonely without you,” he said as his voice cracked. From the other side of the door, I could hear him crying too.
“Open the door, ma,” he slurred again.
Everything was telling me to leave his stupid ass outside, but I didn’t want him to leave and then drive his car somewhere while he was drunk. If he messed around and killed himself, it would devastate me. I didn’t want something like that on my heart for the rest of my life, so I eventually stood up, took the lock and the chain off the door, and opened it for him. His back had been pressed against the door, so when I opened it, his drunk ass fell back.
Monterius was like twice my weight, so imagine little ol’ me, having to drag his ass into the house. Once he was in, I kicked the door closed with my foot and stood over him. This fool was really fucked up, and I wasn’t even sure what happened to his forehead, but he had a gash, and it was leaking blood. He was dressed in a black Gucci hoodie, and he wore black jeans that sagged low. Because he was laid out, his pants were really sagging to where I could see his boxer briefs along with the print of his dick. A pair of black, red, and green Jordan 1’s were on his feet. Only one chain was around his neck.
I just stood there, wondering where the hell this fool was coming from after he did all this damn drinking.
“This is fuckin’ pathetic, Monterius! Why would you do this? You don’t even fuckin’ drink! Suppose you had killed somebody because you want to be stupid and drive around drunk? Suppose you had killed your damn self!” I screamed.
He didn’t even answer me; he just continued to lie there, telling me how sorry he was and how much he loved me. I sucked my teeth and left him right there, so I could go into my bathroom and get the first aid kit for that blood leaking out of his face. Once I had it, I came back to the front, where he still was. I got down on my knees and opened the kit.
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