"Michael are you serious?" She stood in front of me with tears running down her face, I shrugged. I personally didn't give a fuck. We wasn't in a relationship this time and I don't even feel the same way for her like I use to, I told her exactly how I felt. She can't be mad at me for being honest.
"Listen Riya I understand you love me and you care about me, I appreciate you for being there for me but I just don't love you anymore." I paused and looked up at her, my heart ached looking at these tears I was causing. Nobody deserved this especially her but we needed time apart.
"W-What is it that I need to do to make you love me, can you please tell me baby?" She paused taking a breath, "you're breaking my heart." her soft voice cracked as more tears fell from her eyes like raindrops from the sky.
She walked up to me rubbing the side of my face with her right hand, "I can be better for you. I can cook better, clean better. I-I can even wear the sexy lingerie stuff you want me to wear, I'll do it all for you."
She sobbed into her left hand, "Whatever it takes to make you love me again." She looked me deeply in the eyes and kissed me, I let it pass cause it was just a goodbye kiss to me and besides I still care for her.
"Baby girl, you know its not you. There's nothing wrong with you, it's me. I just respect you enough to breakup with you instead of cheating." I mumbled on her lips as she kissed me desperately, I felt that she needed me but it started to get more annoying than sad.
"Love me Michael, please." She cried throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me harder, I pushed her off me and fixed my shirt.
"I don't know what's gotten into you but you need to get yo' shit and get out, I'm done being nice." I spoke firmly before walking out the room and going to the kitchen, getting me a bottle of water. "This bitch really crazy." I whispered to myself sipping on my water.
I don't know what's up with Riya, she making this shit more difficult than it needs to be. She ain't ugly or nothing so it won't be hard to find another nigga, why she wanna be stuck on me?
She's a good girlfriend though never cheats, loyal to the t, real rider. Comes through whenever you need her, I just got bored honestly. We been on and off for 3 years and it's fun having somebody to run back to after all the bullshit with other people but the inconsistency and going long periods without talking, she just don't make me feel like she use to.
And I been noticed she starting to get bored to. She don't laugh at my jokes the same, whenever we around each other it's a awkward silence. I feel like I be making shit awkward between us being goofy now. I just don't feel like I can be comfortable around her no more, she's fading and I don't understand why she keep trying to stay in the picture.
"Michael you're not leaving me, I don't care. You can't give up like that, on us like that. 3 years? Naw nigga." Her long braids was now in a ponytail and she was walking up on me.
Lord please don't let this girl make me sleep her.
"Back up Riya, I'm not playing with yo' ass. I'ma deck yo' shit and you gon' be mad." I said grabbing her hands as she swung on me. I pulled her into me and wrapped my arms around her, her back to my front, with her hands in mines. She was trying to wiggle out of my grip but she wasn't going no where.
"Stop. Stop. Chill out. Why you doing all this?" I questioned looking down at her, she had her head on my shoulder looking away from me with tears rolling down her face. Now she crying, she don't know what she want to do.
She sniffled a little and shook her head, "let me go Michael."
"Girl you ran up on me." I let her go and she fixed herself, walking back to the bedroom. I followed her into the room making sure she wasn't trying to stab a nigga.
She was beginning to pack her clothes like shit just ain't happened, she really crazy.
I sat there for about 15 minutes watching her gather up all her stuff and sit it in the living room. She ain't utter a word nothing, why couldn't it be this simple in the beginning? She wanted to do extra. She knew she could leave peacefully.
"Okay that's the last of my shit. You finna call me a cab or something?" She said crossing her arms staring at me, I glared at her trying to read her. I ain't like this little game she was playing, I felt like she was on bullshit.
"Why the fuck would I call you a cab and I got 2 working vehicles outside? You sound dumb."
"WELL I AIN'T YO' BITCH NO MORE AND YO NEW BOPS PROBABLY WON'T LIKE YOU DROPPING ME OFF."
I was waiting for it, bop? She come up with new shit everyday.
"I don't have no bops besides I'm a single man, if I did that's none of your concern."
"Oo-you fuckin'." She jumped on me and I fell to the ground with her hitting me in my face a couple of times, I flipped us over and slapped the fuck out of her and she kicked me in my balls.
"Oh this nigga crazy, gon put his hands on me." She got up and ran to the kitchen, I was laying on the floor in pain from the kick. I knew what she going to get though so I got up limping over to the stairs.
"OH NO YOU DON'T." She screamed running over to me, it's like all my adrenaline rushed to my legs and I began to run faster than I ever did up the stairs. I locked myself in the bathroom hearing her beat on the door.
"COME OUT. RIGHT NOW, RIGHT FUCKIN NOW. YOU WANNA BREAK MY HEART WELL IM FINNA EAT YOURS NIGGA, COME OUT OF THIS BATHROOM MICHAEL." She screamed banging on the door harder.
Who says shit like that.
"All I want to do is love you baby. Why you gotta do me like this." She cried softly and I heard her footsteps moving away from the door.
I wasn't taking no chances, I wasn't leaving till I heard her leave. These crazy ass mood swings of hers, if she think we have a chance of getting back together after this, she shitting herself. She wasn't this crazy when we first met I swear to god, it's like it's gotten worst by the years. I know my dick ain't that good, she pulling knifes on me and shit. Why can't she just accept the fact we no longer are going to be together and leave, well I hope she leaving. I'm getting a restraining order on her ass after this.
3 years ago I never would've thought Riya, out of all people would be chasing me with a knife crying talking about how much she love me. She use to be cold hearted as fuck, she dogged niggas like she owned them. Having them buy her clothes, giving her money, rides, all that shit and none of them knew about each other.
Especially the homies, you'll think cause they cool they'll know they fuckin' with the same girl. Naw, she used different names and made sure she picked the homie with the least attention but with the most money. So that when she fuckin' with the big homie, he already gonna keep her a secret. That girl is dangerous but I turned her into a cake for me.
She was use to niggas coming to her like a breeze, not me. I made her ass work for this dick, I wasn't a nigga who needed her and that intrigued her.
"I'm leaving you Michael, my Lyft is outside." I heard her call from the living room, breaking me out my thoughts.
"Okay." I shouted back waiting for the door to close. A couple of seconds later, it did and the house filled with silence. I let out a sigh and got up from the floor, unlocking and opening the door a little bit to peek to see if she really left.
I didn't see her no where in sight. I opened the door fully and walked out only to be greeted with a knife at my throat, "you thought I really left huh?" She chuckled and removed the knife from against my throat.
"You're not going anywhere and neither am I, you're not breaking up with me so you can go fuck some other bitches, no. If you want another bitch, buy me a lace front. I love you and I'm going to take a nap." She kissed my cheek and poked me with the knife a little before jogging down the hallway to the bedroom.
Okay she must think this is a game.
