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Now you think you're tryna help But you can't save me from myself, ooh No, you can't save me from myself,
(SIR-You can't save me)
Here I am, a twenty-one-year-old fresh out of college and about to be a father. Well, at least I thought I was going to be a father. I looked at Jasmine's iPad, which connected to her phone. I was in disbelief about the baby not being mine.
I can practically feel the steam coming from my body as I continue to read the messages. I finally put the iPad to the side. I went downstairs to wait until Jasmine got back from her urgent appointment.
I waited patiently and grew angrier by the minute until I heard the front door open. I kept my head in my hands to keep a minimum of eye contact.
"Nathan, I'm home," she said while throwing her key on the table at the front door.
I was shocked at how well she held her composure when she was full of lies. How can someone beautiful be so cruel? Not to mention, she looks innocent with her bright smile and intelligence.
"Jasmine, is there anything you need to tell me," I asked. I watched her weight shift to her right leg to lean against the couch. I was trying to consider that she was pregnant, and the last thing I wanted to do was stress her out.
"No, why did you ask me that question?" She murmured.
"I asked because I saw some questionable stuff on your iPad, and I know everything about you and Calvin. Not to mention the nigga is married, and you're pregnant with his child. Which you lied about being mine." I said in one breath.
She laughed coldly as what I said was a joke to her. "I couldn't care less about what you found out. Because I wasn't trying to hide it, you were dumb enough to fall for me. You're not even boyfriend material; your damn mother didn't even want to deal with you," She said.
The room was full of silence, and the only sound that I heard was my heart pounding from adrenaline. I stared at her in disbelief that she was this cold and heartless.
"I'll be back later for my belongings another time, and I wish you the best," I said with truthful certainty tone.
3 hours later
I drowned down the whiskey; I wasn't even aware that I had tears coming out of my eyes. It wasn't my first experience of hurt at the hands of a woman. She was right about my damn mother not wanting to deal with me. I can slowly feel myself slipping away from reality and becoming something I was holding back. I feel bad for the next woman I deal with because I can't save myself from who I'm about to become as a man. I smiled because I wasn't showing mercy to the next bitch who deserved it.
6 months later
I watched as she stared at me with the hurt in her eyes. I couldn't care less because her tears didn't mean shit to me. I know that I'm being brutal to an innocent woman, but they're all the same to me. I sigh, annoyed with her whining. I met her at the bar that night, and the next is history.
"Why are you so nonchalant, like you don't see me crying?" she asked loudly.
"I told you that I didn't want anything serious; I thought we were just having fun," I said in a bored tone.
I was appalled at the way she was reacting because I told her to her face that she would be nothing serious to me.
" I honestly thought I could save you from the pain you were feeling, but man was I wrong," She said.
"If I wanted to be saved, I would go to church," I said while walking away from the conversation. She walked to the door and slammed it while screaming fuck you. I was glad her ass left, so I didn't throw her ass out.
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Was it a low blow for Jasmine to mention Nathan's mother?
