Mitch
next morning
7am
Smoking a blunt, I laid in the bed as I heard the front door alarm go off. I couldn't help but to laugh to myself, looking at the time. Zuria was playing games with a nigga and I wasn't feeling that shit.
At all.
I blew smoke into the air as I heard her light footsteps coming up the staircase. I looked directly at her as she walked in and she paused once she saw me.
"Babe-"
"Where you been, Z?" I asked, taking another pull from my blunt. Just trying my hardest not to jump to conclusions.
She wouldn't even play with me like that. I thought as my mind drifted off to the worst but I wouldn't even allow that shit to enter my mind.
She knew better than that.
"Huh?" I asked once I received no response, she simply stood there like a deer in headlights and that shit wasn't doing nothing but making me madder on top of everything else that I was going through.
"You left this house, bro.." I trailed off.
"At 10 something last night and you just gettin' back." I spoke, blowing smoke from my nose before I put my blunt out. It wasn't doing shit for me no more anyway because she was about to blow my high. I could feel it.
"Where the fuck you been at, Zuria?" I asked again, becoming fed up as I put my blunt in the ashtray and stood to my feet.
"I'm not gon' ask again." I towered over her.
"We need to talk." Was all she said as I did and I was tired of hearing that shit.
"Whatchu want to talk about, bro?" I snapped.
"You want to keep talking about this baby situation that happened six years ago?"
"Huh?!" I spat, feeling myself getting angry. I was already mad as shit about other things and now this shit. She wanted to keep bringing it up as if I wasn't doing what the fuck I had to do to make it right.
"First of all, lower your voice because I'm not getting loud with you." She said to me before rolling her eyes and walking away into the bathroom.
Sighing heavily, I got my shit together, realizing I was doing a lot. I ain't want to argue with her, I just needed to know why she was sneaking out and not coming home until the morning.
That shit didn't sit right with me. She know we don't even get down like that.
"Yo, ma." I walked into the bathroom and she was sitting at her vanity, looking up at me in the mirror.
"Talk to me, baby." I spoke softer now.
"What's up? Where you go?" I asked all at once as she sat there and I awaited her response.
Crazy part is the response never came, she continued looking at me in the mirror for so long that she'd ended up bursting into tears instead. I ain't say shit as I watched her cry, she never cried like this so I knew it had to be something deeper than what was on the surface. Something was up with my girl.
Saying nothing, I sat down on the edge of the jacuzzi tub and waited for her speak up. I needed to know what the fuck was going on.
Right now.
*
Zuria
Mitch sat at the edge of the tub while I sat there crying, it'd been another long night and all of my mother's words were beginning to sink in. I loved him but I guess if could cheat then I didn't love him that much.
"Zuria." Mitch spoke sternly as I looked down then back up at him in the mirror.
"Tell me whats up before I lose my temper, ma."
"I don't want to think the worst bout' you." He shook his head, looking down at his hands.
"You my girl and whatever you want to say, I'a listen but don't make me think the worse, bro.." He trailed off.
"Real shit." He spat, looking up again with dead eyes.
Hearing those words, I knew I couldn't just out and tell him. I wouldn't make it out of this house alive playing games like that. I figured the only way to get out of this was simply cut our losses and taking the hurt that way. Because either way it would happen whether I initiated or vice versa.
"I just think we need a break." I finally blurted out and he knitted his eyebrows.
"What?" He spat, turning his lip up.
"I said I think we need a break, Mitch." I repeated for confirmation.
"It's just a lot right now and I really just need to think about somethings." I went on as he chuckled, standing to his feet.
"The fuck that mean?" He asked as I sat there, now looking down at my hands.
"I'm not happy." I spoke softly, still looking down at my hands but as soon as I looked up the look on his face broke my heart. I knew he was hurt.
Walking over to me, he slowly helped me out of the chair as I shook from the nervousness and the pain that I was feeling all at once.
"Baby, look.." He started as I looked up into his eyes and fresh tears fell from my face. This was breaking me but it was either this or hurt him in the other way and that was telling him that I'd cheated.
I couldn't do that.
"I know I fuck up but don't leave me, bro. I can't do this shit with ou-" He started but stopped, getting choked up.
"I don't want to do this shit without you." He went on, making me cry harder as he basically begged for me to stay.
"I'a do better, ma.
"I- I- I'm trying to do better." He went on as my heart ached.
"We ten years in, don't give up on a nigga now.." He trailed off as I stood there wanting to give in but I knew I couldn't.
I had to go. My actions were only going to be a dominio effect on everything around us. I was doing this for his own good.
"I'm so sorry." Was all I said as I pulled away from him and wiped my tears.
Walking out of the bathroom, I walked into my closet and started to pack a bag. I didn't know what the plan was for me but I just knew I had to get out of here. I had to go.
"Z." He spoke sternly as he made his way into the closet where I was, watching me closely.
"Bro, I'm trying hold my composure but you pullin' some lame ass shit right now."
"Stop, Mitch." I told him, not wanting him to make this even harder for me.
"You really gon' fuckin' leave me, bro?"
"I said a break. I didn't say I was leaving for good." I looked up at him with my wet eyes and he scoffed.
"Nah.." He trailed off, chuckling angrily.
"Stop playin' with me, Zuria." He spat, snatching the bag that I was packing out of my hand.
"Stop, Mitch."
"You got me fucked up, bro. We in this deep now you want to walk away?!" He snapped as I sat there feeling helpless.
"Stop making this harder than it has to be. I don't want to break up, okay? I just need time to think." I expressed to him and he shook his head, looking down at me.
"Bro, if you go, I'm tellin' you.." He threatened as I sat there, looking up at him.
"I'm tellin' you, Zuria. Ima fuckin'-"
"Are you threatening me?" I asked, cutting him off before he could finished while he looked down at me.
"Ain't no threat, you know who the fuck I am." He spat and I nodded slowly, rising up on my knees and snatching the bag back so that I could finish up my packing.
"I don't care about your threats." Was all I said as I finished packing my bag. I had to leave and he'd understand why once I gained the courage to tell him what I did.
Right now I just needed to go.
*