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When I got close to Footlocker, I instantly heard Eric’s laugh and was already irritated. Did this fool stay at work to clown around with his coworkers while I was across the street waiting for him? Nah, I don’t think he would do that to me. And he didn’t. However, he was hugged up on some Latino bitch right outside of the store. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but once I stopped to really scope the scene, I knew this was all real. His arms were wrapped her waist, and her arms were around his neck. They were looking very familiar with each other and in love and shit. She got on her tippy toes to kiss him, a very passionate kiss. I noticed that she had a Footlocker bag in her hand, so was she his regular customer? Has he been playing me this whole time? Did he really love me? Or did he really just say that to get in my panties, which he didn’t have to do since I was basically giving them to him?
“So, this is why you were staying after work late?” I said, startling him. He quickly ended their embrace, and I could see the guilt all over his face.
“Chianne….” He started, but I put my hand up to stop him from continuing.
“Who is this?” I asked while looking the girl up and down. She returned the favor then crossed her arms with a smirk on her face.
“I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” She said.
“Girlfriend?” I said then just nodded my head.
“Chianne, it’s not- I didn’t mean-” Eric tried to say, but he was having trouble because nothing he could say would fix this.
“It’s cool, Eric. I just brought you some food because I thought you were working so hard. Please, continue on. Oh, and you owe me $13. Cash app is fine.” I said then began to walk away. I felt Eric’s hand on my forearm then stopped for a minute.
“I’m sorry.” He said with so much regret and remorse in his eyes. I snatched my arm away and continued to walk forward. And this is why I wasn’t pressed to tell anyone about us. I had a feeling that Eric would fuck up, and I’m glad I would be the only person to know that I was a whole fool over his ass. He really played me after I told him not to. He lied. He broke my fucking heart. Not even a full two months in, and this shit was already over. And I gave him my virginity, my very secured treasure! I trusted him, knowing that there was a possibility of him hurting me. I set my own self up, and now I have to repair my own heart. I don’t care if I didn’t know the full details, I saw everything I needed to see, and it’s not like Eric tried to fight for me. Or fight for us. And I don’t think I would ever forgive Eric for this. I can’t. I won’t.
22. Bre
It’s been only about two weeks since I’ve been over my dad’s house. I was planning to stay for the rest of the week after we talked, but I felt so comfortable at his home that I wasn’t ready to go back to my depressing life. Jemar hasn’t even reached out at all, and although I was relieved to get a break, a small part of me was hoping that he would at least apologize. We were definitely over, but we had a child to raise together, and I wanted him a part of her life. However, I don’t know if I can trust him around her. I don’t want her going through what I went through with him. I’m not sure how he would treat our daughter, but I don’t want to leave her in his care and fear the worst.
We probably need to talk about how we are going to co-parent before my daughter gets here, and that is soon before I’m due at the end of the month. I can’t believe my baby will be here so fast, and I’m not even prepared. I’m not even having a baby shower, nor do I want one. I just want to have a safe birth and just move on with my life because I’m over all of this shit.
“What time is this over?” My dad asked as he pulled up to Grandma Pep’s house. I heard through the grapevine that Keisha was expecting and was shocked because she always had a plan for her life. She always planned to graduate from high school, go away to college and graduate, start her business, fall in love, get married, and have kids. I know this was probably throwing everything off for her, and she probably felt like a disappointment. We haven’t really talked in a while because when I tried to call her, her phone was disconnected. I had Chianne reach out to Jasmine to check on her from time to time. I honestly had my own shit going on, so I couldn’t really try to reach out like I wanted. And I really wanted to because from what I heard from Chianne, Grandma Pep kicked her out and she was staying with our cousin, Natasha. It’s crazy how we were kind of going the same thing, just months apart. Yesterday, Jasmine reached out and told me that she wanted to throw a going away/gender reveal party for her. I was beyond shocked and hurt that she was moving to Atlanta. However, I understood and kind of wanted to ask her if I could come too. We could both use the support, and I
