So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,18

a tennis shoe hoe anyway.”

"Don't disrespect her like that!" Mo' snapped, getting up in my grill. I used the palm of my hand to gently push her back.

She slapped my hand. “Blunt, if you don’t already know you better act like you do. Don’t put your hands on me!”

I stared deep into her eyes, searching for a glint of the love that had gotten us through many ups and downs in the past. I saw nothin' in her eyes but fire. “Damn, Boo, I thought we were inseparable.”

“Not!” she retorted.

I gathered my things off the floor and carried them to the door. Leesha ran ahead of me and swung the door open emphatically. She looked at me with a smirk on her face.

My arrogance bubbled over.

“She’ll come runnin’ back,” I whispered. “Cause I kno’ how to fuck her real good.”

“Ha! That ain’t what I heard,” she tossed back at me.

I smiled. Never let 'em see you sweat, I reminded myself. Then, I carried my shit up outta there without looking back. When I made it to my ride, I texted Mo’: You played yaself.

It surprised me that she didn’t text back. It was all good though. A nigga was never left without a backup plan, and I had an A1 backup.

I called Mika.

“Hey, Baby,” I said softly when she answered the phone.

“Hey. What’s up with you? You sound troubled,” she immediately detected.

“Man, Mo’ put a nigga out, but it’s all good.”

I didn’t have to say anything else. Mika offered, “Come cry on my shoulder, Baby. You know you’re always welcome here.”

“Cry?” I responded. “Man, I’m not sheddin’ no tears! Fuck that bougie bitch. I need a gutta broad as my number one, anyway.”

I was frontin’ nine thousand, but I’d never let a bitch see me down. I still believed that Mo’ would call in a few days, begging me to come back home.

Hard To Let Go

Molaysia

Really, I didn’t want my man to go. I would have preferred that we sit down and talk things out. Even though he wasn’t doing right by me, I couldn't just blink my eyes and stop loving him. I knew that he loved me.

I recalled all the good times that we had shared together. It hadn’t always been bad between us. There was a time when I was Blunt's everything, and he was mine as well. If I could have those days back I would skip back and forth to work. Blunt was the only man that I had ever adored. When things were good between us there was nothing in this world that compared to it, and now it was gone.

Watching Blunt walk out of that door had hurt so badly. I had wanted to run up behind him and beg him to stay, plead with him to just be honest with me. It was a good thing that Leesha was there. I'm not sure that I would've had the strength to let him walk away.

"Thanks, girl. I really needed you here to help me through that," I said.

She hugged me. "Mo', just because you love a man it doesn't mean that he's the right one for you."

"You're right, but I am going to miss him. If he would just stop his lying and cheating..."

Leesha looked at me reproachfully. "Cuz, how long have you been telling yourself that?"

"I know, right?" I agreed. "He'll never change. Anyway, I can do bad by myself."

"Okaaay," she chimed.

I sat down at the kitchen table and rested my head in my hands. "Tomorrow is a new beginning," I declared. "Thanks again."

"Chile, you’re welcome." Leesha put a finger up under my chin and lifted my head. "God will send you the one He has for you."

I smiled, fighting back tears.

"The twins must be asleep," I said. We hadn't heard a peep out of them during all the commotion.

"They probably have on their headphones," she guessed. "If you're alright, I'm going to bed. I'm tired from the drive."

I nodded my head. “Okay, that’s fine.” I stepped over to the fridge, opened the door, and grabbed some bottled water. Leesha went on upstairs to get some rest. My cell phone vibrated on the marble kitchen counter. I picked it up and stared at the unfamiliar number.

“Hello.”

“Can I speak to Molaysia?” asked the caller. She sounded real ghettofied.

“This is Molaysia.” I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa.

“My name is Luscious. I’m sure you don’t kno’ who I