Chapter 18: That's Different

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Rashad

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All I could see was red as I drove around Raleigh. Finding out that Joy had cheated on me was the last thing I expected to hear. Even with my suspicions when I couldn't find her, I held out hope that it wasn't true. I didn't know how to handle the news; all I wanted to do was kill somebody, but I had no idea who.

I called my boy Todd and told him that I needed to meet up with him and that it was an emergency. We met up at Carolina Ultra Lounge. The fury pumping through my blood was like nothing I had ever felt. I didn't know if I was more mad to know that she cheated or at the fact she had been lying to my face all this time. She carried on with no guilt and let me believe that I was the only one to step out.

Once I was parked, I took a minute to take a few deep breaths before getting out. I found Todd already sitting at the bar when I walked inside.

"Whas up bruh?" He asked giving me dap as I slid onto the bar seat next to him.

"Double shot of Hennessy," I told the bartender. He acknowledged my order with a nod and began to pour a bottle into a glass before sliding it to me.

"Want to keep a tab open?" He asked.

"Yeah," I informed him before downing the dark drink.

"Dann, is it that bad?" Todd chuckled.

I nodded before speaking, "Joy slept with somebody else."

"Get the fuck outta here," he said with disbelief. "Who told you that? We both know Joy, she's not like that."

"She told me." I gestured for the waiter to pour me another shot.

"This happened last night?" The shock in his eyes almost made me laugh if I wasn't hurting so bad.

I accepted the freshly filled shot glass. "She said it happened that week she left, after she found that video," I explained. "She was with that same nigga last night." The anger inside of me rose another ten degrees.

"Do you know him?"

"I don't know who it is," I said finishing another shot. "But I'm gonna find out." I assured him.

"Does it matter who it is?"

"It does to me."

"Why?" He asked before taking a sip of his drink.

"I just need to know," I shrugged.

"It won't make you feel any better about it happening."

"It may not, but I need to know who she was with," I said signaling the bartender to bring me another shot.

"Trust me, you don't want to know," he said shaking his head as if he had been through something similar to this.

"And why not?"

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