𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐚𝐚'𝐬

𝟞𝟠.

I wiped my tears and turned the corner to the house, feeling myself getting pissed all over again before pulling over and turning the car off.

I sent a quick prayer to God that Janaee got her shit because I swear it ain't no telling what I would do if we were alone and I'm not tryna get locked up, I need to be there for my son since his moma only think about herself.

I took the keys out the ignition and hopped out, slamming the door behind me before looking up seeing Janaee's Rover parked on the other side of the street making me sigh.

I should have it repossessed.

I popped the locks and walked up to the front door before unlocking it and walking in, instantly hearing crying coming from the living room.

I walked in and she hopped up from the sofa seeing it was me, "Cameron please just hear me out, I am so so so sorry, I never meant for—"

I tossed my keys in the bowl and stopped to frown up at her, roughly moving out of her grasp "get the fuck back, you nasty, don't touch me."

"Cameron please—"

"And you don't fucking listen cause I told yo trifling ass to get yo shit before I came back," I chuckled lowly, shaking my head, "ion even know why you here Janaee, get out go be with Chief."

"Just let me explain!" She yelled, sobbing loudly, "please just let me explain."

"Ion wanna hear shit you gotta say but gone ahead and talk while you grab yo shit."

I started walking upstairs and she followed hurriedly behind me, speaking fast through her sobs, "I'm so sorry Cameron I never meant for this shit to happen, everything got out of control and I feel so bad, you know I love you please believe me when I say that, you know I would never—"

"Shut the fuck up cause you not explaining shit," I snapped opening the door to our room and walking in, "fuck you, ion give a fuck if you feel bad or not because you should, you see everything im tryna do for you and our son and you go out and fuck the homie? That's some foul ass shit Janaee and I honestly feel like beating the shit out of you but the only reason I'm not is because of my son, he saved yo life. Remember that shit."

"You said that's not explaining anything but I don't know what else to say Cameron I will say it a million times, I'm sorry! I know that you're hurting and I hate that I'm the cause of your pain, it wasn't supposed to be like this."

I turned to face her, "you ain't the cause of shit, I caused my own pain cause I really fucking thought you was keeping it real with me when I should've known better than to trust a bitch and a nigga I called my homeboy, my only question is, how long Janaee? How long this shit been going on and I swear to God you better not fix yo mouth to lie cause I will toss yo ass all around this bitch and keep it moving."

She looked down at her feet and spoke lowly, "since slim party."

Once those words escaped her lips, a wave a rage washed over me and before I knew it, my hand was around her throat and she was pinned against the wall as my hand tightened, "the fuck you mean Janaee! That was damnnear two months ago! Both you mufuckas been all in my face like y'all ain't been doing the shit y'all been doing knowing damn well y'all wrong, I should beat the fuck out you folks!"