So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,39

those probably belong to your cousin,” he refuted.

“Boy, you sound so damn stupid. You need to train your jumpoff not to run and tell. That slimy maggot doesn’t know how to keep her mouth closed. She texted me and told it all. Oh, you have really messed up this time.”

Blunt knew that he was busted. He opened his lying mouth, attempting one last time to lie his way out of the hole that he had dug himself in, but I over-talked him.

“Save your lies because I'm done listening to them. You might as well run right back over there where she is because your ship has sailed over here. Game over!” I slapped him across the face as an exclamation.

Blunt picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me on the bed, straddling me. “My bad, Mo. I fucked up. I was drunk that night,” he continued to fib. Then he made the mistake of trying to kiss me.

I socked him dead in the mouth. “Don't you dare put your nasty lips on me! There's no telling where your mouth has been, you dog!” I yelled in his face.

“Shawdy, it ain't even like that.”

“It's not?” I thundered. “You’ve been over there eating that bitch’s worn out coochie, then coming home and kissing me.” The thought made me want to puke all over myself.

“Mo’, I love you. Don’t let that hating hoe break up what we got.”

I pushed him off of me and bounced to my feet. “Fuck you! Go on over there with your rotten pussy bitch. I’m going to get me a real man who can be faithful and love me.”

The second those words rolled off my tongue Blunt slung me back on the bed, and I felt a cold object against my temple.

“Yo’ mouth is real fly. Now say what you just said again. You’re gonna do what?” His teeth were clenched and his finger was on the trigger of his silver Glock.

I closed my eyes and prayed that Blunt wouldn't shoot me.

My Nine Goes Boc! Boc!

Blunt

“Bitch, you think I won’t push ya fuckin’ wig back?” I threatened Mo’ wit’ words that until now had been reserved for my hoes in the street.

I hadn’t lost respect for her, but the stress of dealing wit’ all those other bitches and having to lie about it was causing me to lose my mind.

I stuck the gun to her dome and challenged her to say that fuck shit again about finding another nigga. I expected her to curl up in a ball and whimper, but she surprised me when she got the strength from somewhere to hurl me off her.

“You’re just gonna have to kill me then! Because I’m through,” she repeated.

“What?” I bellowed.

“You wanna hear me say it again? I’m going to find a man that will treat me good and love me even better. Now, go ahead and pull the trigger, mothafucker!”

I looked at Shorty Girl wit’ my mouth wide open. I couldn’t believe she called my bluff.

“And I got ya bitch, right here!” she said, then drew back and punched me smack in the grill.

Before I could react, she was on my ass like a banshee. I blocked most of the blows while she swung and cried. “Why would you put a fuckin’ gun to my head?”

Real talk, she was kickin’ my ass. If she had been any other woman, the paramedics would’ve been on their way to put her on a stretcher. However, I didn’t smash her because no matter what it seemed like, I did love her.

When she was tired of swingin’, she collapsed on the floor and sobbed. Her back was heaving up and down. When I tried to comfort her, she hissed, “Don’t put your filthy hands on me, or I’ll give you some pussy and kill your ass when you fall asleep!”

I could see the hatred that betrayal started in her eyes. It’s a thin line between love and hate, I was always told. I could see it now, up close and personal.

“Okay, Baby, I’m out,” I said as I used my shirt’s collar to wipe away the blood from my busted lip. As I got in my car and drove aimlessly around the city, Deuce hit me on my cell.

“Sup, Fam? When you gonna break bread?” He pressed me at the wrong fuckin’ time.

I inhaled a deep breath and sucked my teeth. “I got that on deck for you right now. Can you meet me at the liquor store on Boulevard