“You buggin’ right now,” he suggested.
“Yeah, nigga, I heard that before, too many times. All I ever asked you was not to lie to me and don’t bring me back no fuckin’ STD,” she said.
It wasn’t exactly bitterness in her voice when she spoke to Tone, it was more like frustration. Sonya felt she deserved better than this. However, Tone knew that falling for Netta was not in the plan. It was something that just happened.
Sonya felt so stupid, she was young, dumb, and in love. Caught up in her college studies and her sorority functions. Overall she was emotionally spent trying to make a husband out of a hustler. Trying to change a person who didn’t necessarily want to change. Someone who wasn’t loyal to her. Someone who loved the excitement of new pussy.
Tone stood there expressionless as Sonya went through her theatrics. Her performance was really starting to get under his skin.
“If you not fuckin’ this bitch, who is she to you? Why are you takin’ her roses up at the hospital?” she asked. “Tone, I’m tellin’ you, you better have a good excuse, like this bitch is ya long lost relative that you just found out was terminally ill.... If you don’t have a damn good explanation, it’s over!” she snapped.
Tone didn’t see the point in explaining his position any more. He saw a way to get out of this relationship without causing unnecessary harm to a woman he loved but was no longer in love with, so he took it.
“Yo, this shit ain’t workin’ out for neither one of us. Maybe it’s better if we go our separate ways. I don’t wanna stress you out no more than I already have,” Tone stated.
Sonya’s blood began to boil. She couldn’t believe her ears. She loved Tone dearly, but lately they were just drifting apart, in every aspect she could think of, mentally, emotionally and even sexually. The fact that he could just break up with her so easily and that he could say it so matter-of-factly angered her. She unleashed a verbal tirade on him, spewing venom everywhere.
This can’t be happening, Sonya thought. She was stressed out in every sense of the word. She had put her heart and soul into this man and all she got in return was rejection.
“So you really think that this girl could love you like I do? You willin’ to throw this away for her? Nigga, she gone be gone soon as ya money get funny. If you wasn’t doin’ good you think she’d even want you? If you do, you better think again. That bitch ain’t nuttin’ but a gold digger. I helped you get on, she ain’t gone do nuttin’ but help you spend that money and disappear when it’s gone. You don’t even know her.”
Sonya paused for a moment to let her words sink in as she glared evilly at Tone.
She continued. “Fuck you and that bitch, nigga. I hope you fuckin’ die. You and that bitch can go to hell!” She cursed. “Bitch ass nigga.... If it wasn’t for me ya ass would be up in New York broke. Nigga, I’m the one that brought ya dirty ass down here.... Now that you on ya feet you actin’ real funny. You know, I liked you better when you was broke. Niggas get a couple dollars and get brand new. Nigga you ain’t shit, fuck you and ya money. Let’s see if that bum bitch, Nita, Netta, whatever the fuck her name is, will help you get back on when you fall off... ”
A tearful Sonya looked Tone dead in his eyes and shook her head. She wanted to ask, How could they make things right? How could they work this out? However, her pride wouldn’t let her utter those words.
Tone just stood there and let her vent. He knew he should have parted ways with her by now. The longer he stayed the more emotionally charged the situation could get. The less I say the quicker this whole situation will be over with, he thought.
Just take the high road, my nigga. Don’t feed into her nonsense.
Sonya continued on for a while until finally Tone interrupted her.
“You done?” he said coolly. “Cause I’m goin’ upstairs and grab some things. I’m out.”
As Tone passed her to exit the kitchen, he studied Sonya closely. In her face he saw signs of old hurts, pain that he had already caused her, that she had been carrying around with her for a long time. He didn’t know what to do but leave. Things were turning uglier by the second.
“Do it fuckin’ look like I’m fuckin’ done?” Sonya snapped. “You fuckin’ loser! I’m still talkin’...... You gone regret this shit one day, watch....”
Sonya blurted out whatever came to her mind, everything she was feeling and all her anger seemed to surface at once. Everything that she had been secretly thinking, she voiced.
Her anger had made Tone keep his distance. In her emotional state he thought anything could happen. A physical altercation could erupt between them at any moment.
Tone went upstairs to the bedroom, gathered up a few items of clothes, his money and whatever amount of drugs he had stashed in the house. Sonya followed him everywhere he went, cursing, screaming and even threatening to call the cops.
“You know karma is a muthafucka, Tone. The same way you did me, I hope this bitch do you ... Even twenty times worst!” she announced.
Sonya stood in the doorway, still cursing at him as he drove off. Tone didn’t leave anything of value behind. He knew once he was gone, whatever he left behind, Sonya would destroy. He knew she was probably inside the house pouring bleach on his clothes right now.
