‘You have reached the voicemail box of Three-one-four…”
Fourty-six. That’s how many times I’ve dialed his number to only be sent straight to voicemail. Twenty-three. That’s exactly how many minutes I have been standing outside his bedroom window watching him thrust in and out of her thin thighs as if he was in some type of marathon. I studied her body straining my eyes to see by only the light of the moon. She seemed to have some sort of beauty about her. Small waist, well smaller than mine. Thin body with an abnormally large ass and round perky breasts. She was wrapped in skin the color of butter, her long black mane fell well past the middle of her back. She forcefully bounced her ass back meeting his every thrust. They fucked each other like jack rabbits moaning and panting.
My first mind told me to grab my butterfly knife from my tote and use the spare key he had given me and commence to committing a double homicide. But then I figured that jail wasn’t a place for a woman like me especially not over some bullshit called love. As each second passed my heart physically hurt more and more. Tears burned my eyes but they never fell. The seven-karat diamond ring he proposed to me with not even thirty days ago sparkled by the moonlight. I got the ring but it seems as if she got the man. I was supposed to be a wife sometime soon, and eventually the mother of his children. Looks like that ship has sailed to never return.
“Baby, no, don’t stop I’m almost there.” She said breathlessly as she started to ride him harder. Just as she spoke to him she followed his stare towards me and jumped up. “What the fuck! Who the fuck are you?”
“Look bitch. I'm about two seconds off your ass so I would advise you to not talk to me.” I snapped in a calm tone. Looking at her closely her facial features became a little familiar.
“Ian what the fuck is going on!” She yelled to him as she wrapped herself in a sheet as he sat there now with his hands on his head.
“Tosha stop with the fucking dramatics. You know what's going on.” His baritone voice snapped at her with much attitude.
“So what is going on Ian. Cause I seem to be the only one out of the loop.” I say stepping closer. “Cause what it seems like is my fiancé is fucking another bitch.”
“Fiancé? You told me you left her months ago Ian! You said me and our baby is the only thing you wanted and needed.” She said as if her feelings were hurt.
“Baby?” I said as I flipped the light switch and things became a lot clearer. I did know her. Very well. She was his favorite girl down at The Red Carpet Gentlemen’s Club.
“Yes bitch, baby. Im pregnant and we are supposed to be getting married in a couple of weeks.” She said with much attitude.
Before I knew it I charged at her swinging with full force. I busted her nose on contact as she fell to the floor screaming and holding her face. I showed no mercy as I threw punch after punch to every part of her body I could.
“Joi stop!” Ian called as he tried to pull me off of her, yet I had a hand full of her hair wrapped around my fingers and I wasn’t letting go anytime soon.
“Get the fuck off of me nigga.” I said trying to squeeze out of his grip.
“Let my hair go bitch!” She screamed and I threw another punch to her face that made a knocking sound.
“You're going to hurt her Joi! Stop!” He said lifting me into the air as her body jerked upward with my hand. With my body in the air and her beneath me I threw a kick towards her chest knocking the wind out of her. I let her hair go as her body dropped and she tried to catch her breath all the while crying and bleeding all over his plush white carpet.
“fuck you nigga. Fuck you, that bitch, and that raggedy ass bastard she's carrying.” I said swinging at him as he blocked my hits and tried to move out of my reach. “Nigga I oughta cut yo ass from ear to fucking ear.” I said almost out of breath. “ You a bitch made ass muthafucka.”
“Joi calm the fuck down!”
“Calm down? Calm the fuck down! Nigga I just saw you fucking this bitch as if she was the best thing you ever had and then she’s pregnant and y'all supposed to be getting married. And you tell me to calm down! Kill yourself for that shit!” I said as I picked up the closest thing to me which was a bottle of Burberry cologne and launched it at his head. He didn’t duck in enough time and the bottle knocked across his head sending a loud scream from deep within him.
“Joi, baby, I'm sorry.”
“Sorry? Yeah you're sorry alright! You and that bitch can be sorry together. I'm done. Forget you ever knew what the fuck a Joi was! And as for you hoe. I'll catch your ass in traffic.” I said as I threw another kick landing in her stomach.
“Baby wait!” he said grabbing my arm
“Let me fucking go!” I yelled as I snatched away.
“Joi it was a mistake. I love you. I love you with everything inside of me. I can’t lose you.”
“What the hell does love have to do with it? Love didn’t stop you from fucking her and love sure isn’t going to make me stay.” I said as I grabbed my purse and started to walk away I felt him coming after me. With one swift motion I pulled my blade and popped it open and turned to see him right behind me.
“If you fucking come near me again I will kill you.” I said calmly as I planted the cold metal against his collarbone and he stopped in his tracks and threw his hands up to surrender. “Ian I mean it. Leave me the fuck alone. I am dead to you.” I said looking deep into his eyes. I felt his hurt and saw his pain, but what I was feeling was so much greater. I had hurt so much more.
That night I walked away from him I also walked away from the woman I use to be. I walked away from everything I once knew as far as love. I walked away from my joy.