one shots

shorty swing my way [44]

august 2004
friday
7:35 pm

"You gotta' eat something, Nay," Tiffani rubbed my back as I stared at the plate of food in front of me.
"I'm not hungry," I mumbled.
"Renée, come on. It's been almost two days since you—"

"How am I supposed to eat with you suffocating me? You've been breathing down my neck since I got home!" I snapped.
"Renée, you were just held against your will and tortured for who knows how long! You been moping around about that demon since you got home," Tiff snapped back.

"Don't call him that, Tiff. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about," I shook my head.
"I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, but I'm the one who saved you. He had a fucking gun to your head!" she shouted.

"He left this fucking note the night I came home and found you nowhere to be found. It had every single thing that he was gonna do to you listed! I'm not allowed to call the man who's responsible for all those ugly ass bruises on your face a demon? Fuck that, Renée! Fuck that! He took you and made you his punching bag," her face was turning red as she continued to go off on me.

"You know what? I don't need this bullshit, Tiffani. I came here because you said that you wanted to check on me, but all you've done is pressure me to eat and throw dirt on DeAndré's name," I stood from my seat.

"You're not going anywhere, Renée," she gripped onto my arm.
"Bitch, raise up off me," I jerked my arm away from her grip.
"Who you callin' a bitch?" her eyebrow raised as attitude soaked her words.

"You. I didn't stutter," I looked her up and down because I knew she wasn't gonna do anything.
"You know what? Get your stupid ass out of here, Renée. I don't have time for this. Here I was, thinking that I was being a good girlfriend and you just—"

"You ain't gotta' worry about doing that shit no more, a'ight?" I shook my head. "This girlfriend shit is done for. I don't know what the fuck I was thinkin' giving into your whining and begging," I spat at her.
I could see the hurt in her eyes as I turned away from her.

I marched right out of her home and started my walk to my own home. Steph was still with Ms. Assata because she felt that I needed some time for myself to recover from everything that happened. At this moment, I felt like Steph was the only thing that could make me feel any better though.

When I made it onto my porch, I was faced with another male instead: Lesane.

"What's up?" I nodded.
"Hey. How are you holdin' up?" he asked while holding out his usual bouquet of roses and lilies for me to take.
"I'm not," I answered plainly, not giving the flowers a second glance as I unlocked my front doors.

"Tiff told me that you been actin' mad hostile. You need some act right?" he smirked mischievously.
"I don't need anything from anybody. A'ight? Leave me the fuck alone," I muttered, pushing him back so I could close the doors in his face.

"Yo, what the fuck, Sunny?" his eyebrows furrowed as he kept the iron door open and forced his foot into the opening of the regular door so that I wouldn't shut him out.
"I need to be alone, Lesane. Back the fuck up," I ordered.

He resisted my request, pushing the door open forcefully before stepping into my home. He closed and locked the door behind him as I rolled my eyes and made my way toward the kitchen.

"Look, I know that this shit is bittersweet for you. He was your husband and all that, but Sunny, he needed to go. . . Why are you so damn mad anyway? It's not like you pulled the trigger," he scoffed.
"It doesn't matter who did what! He wasn't supposed to go out like that. We were gonna' figure shit out," I explained.
"Do you hear yourself, Renée?" he looked at me like I was crazy as I poured myself a glass of wine.