“I don’t either.” I said and we both took solace in the fact that we both were ill equipped.
I didn’t know the right thing to do. I saw Jagger take a drink of champagne and he didn’t relapse but heroin was a big deal to me. Could he just take a hit and be over it? I didn’t know enough about addiction to know the answer. I knew this hurt to witness.
I’d fallen asleep on the couch. Winston must’ve left the room. I was covered in a blanket. When I opened my eyes Jagger was sitting in a chair directly in front of me. He looked like shit but I was happy he was alive, conscious and breathing. I sat up, pushed the blanket off and gave him all of my attention.
He wouldn’t say anything so I decided to speak first.
“Hey.”
He just stared at me with a blank expression. He cleared his throat. “I don’t want you anymore.”
I blinked a few times. I wanted to make sure this wasn’t a dream. “What?”
“I’m done with you.”
“Where’s Winston?”
“Fuck Winston. I’m over it. I’m over you.” He was talking his crazy talk for no reason I could think of.
“Is this the drugs or is this you talking right now?”
“This should’ve been over last summer. This is ridiculous. You don’t fit in here.”
“Are you still high?”
He laughed out loud. “This is all bullshit. I like drugs. I love getting high. You tried to change me. You fucking failed.”
“I’m not, I didn’t, what?”
“This is not working for me anymore. You’re not a young girl. I like to party. You don’t. I don’t want you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Don’t be pathetic. Don’t make a scene. Just gather up your bloody things and go home. I called a driver for you.”
“Why would I leave you now?”
“I don’t have a choice. Do you really want to be tossed out of a hotel room like a common groupie? I can do that if you prefer. I’ve done it before.”
“What is going on here?”
“Are you fucking stupid? No one’s ever dumped you before?” He smirked. “Your ex-husband, he dumped you. So you get it. I am breaking up with you. You don’t need a Ph.D. to understand it.”
“This isn’t you.”
“Who the fuck is it?”
His words were cutting me up into tiny pieces. He seemed lucid. He seemed like Jagger. I didn’t see anything in his demeanor that indicated he was currently high.
“Jagger this isn’t right.”
“I don’t care. I don’t give fuck.”
“I love you.”
“So fucking what. So do all of my Instagram followers. I have too much love. I don’t want yours because I don’t want you.”
I was getting mad. I didn’t want to kick him while he was down. But he was kicking me and I hadn’t even done anything to him.
“Okay.” I shrugged and stood. I turned to the table where my purse sat. I reached in and fetched his cell phone. I spiked it like a football.
“That’s real mature.” He mumbled. He stood and I rushed into the bedroom and started collecting my bags. I went into the bathroom and grabbed all my shit. I packed all my crap and didn’t even look back to see his stupid face.
There was a security guy that helped take my bags to a waiting truck. I was dumped in the middle of the night. I fled the hotel before the sun came up. I couldn’t believe this was really happening to me.
I kept my composure on the way to the airport. My driver was nice. I recognized him and he recognized me. He removed my bags and said. “See you next time.” But he wasn’t going to see me. His words were like a slap in the face but it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know I was dumped. He was just driving me to the airport.
I had to get an earlier flight. After I got that situated with an agent I found my gate and sat down. My cell phone was ringing like crazy. I had to turn the ringer off. It was Winston. I didn’t care if it was Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. I was taking my old, Black, American ass back to where I belonged. I took my British Airways first-class flight back to Chicago.
My heart was aching like I’d been shot in it but I wasn’t going to let anybody see me cry. I called American Taxi when I landed. They arrived in ten minutes. I sat in the back seat and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking.
Fuck Jagger!
Fuck Toxic Shock!
He could eat a bag of dicks and choke on the pubic hairs!
And in the illustrious words of Linnethia “NeNe” Leakes, I said what I said.
Chapter 34
KATRINA
I cried about it. I did when Aaron was in school. I wasn’t going to do it for long. I went through an entire divorce and crying wasn’t about to consume my life. I told Aaron I was done with Jagger and he didn’t get it. It was hard to believe me when after one week gifts started showing up at the door. I was sending all the shit back unopened. I was starting to get mad all over again. He waits a week then starts sending gifts. I blocked Jagger and Winston’s number. There was one person I didn’t block and I decided to give him a call. He answered on the second ring.
“Katrina Sweet.”
“Matt.”
“How’s it going?”
“Not good. Not good at all Matt. I’ve been getting a lot of packages sent to my house and I’m getting highly annoyed. I’m no longer dating Jagger and I want it to stop.”
“Oh okay.” He paused noticeably. “I know you two broke up but I’m not the one sending you gifts on his behalf.”
“Seriously?”
“No hon, sorry, it’s not me sending you gifts. He must be sending these things on his own.”
I sighed. I wasn’t expecting that. Matt was his assistant. He usually did that kind of stuff.
“Can you call
