Joy And Pain [COMPLETED]

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Nearly 3months later...
Joy

I swear I make the worst fucking decisions sometimes. I held onto my head as threw up for the third time this morning. I didn't know what was up with me but I had work in a few hours and I needed to get it together.

I had one drink last night and I swear I was fine. Other than that maybe it was the food? I'll definitely get with Kesha and see if she is sick too. That damn girl always eating my food so if I'm sick her ass would be too.

I wiped my mouth as I looked into the mirror.

"Rough ass morning." I told myself as I turned on my shower.

After going out a few months ago I learned my lesson. Party too hard and you may regret it. So I know it couldn't be from the one drink last night.

Thinking back to that night a few months ago sent chills up my spine.

"Fuck." I thought of 'daddy' as I got in the shower.

Thank goodness nothing bad came from my night from that sexy asshole of a man. I had a slip-up fucking on a man I didn't even know. It was my first and last one-night stand. Shit the way we fucked that night I was sure this nigga was my future husband. But I guess that's what happens to these hoes. He 'hoed' me. I shook my head remembering my stupidity.

Well a week later I got tested everything came back negative and did a follow-up HIV test a few weeks later and I was in the clear.

I sighed wiping off the mirror. I was so fucking stupid. This nigga had the audacity to chase me all night, fuck me good then dip out. That wasn't even the worst part. He left a fuckin 50 on the dresser like I was a fucking prostitute. I ain't saying I'm all that but fifty fucking dollars?! I'll punch this nigga in the face if I ever see him again.

I can't be mad at me actin like a hoe. Can I? It's like what do men expect from meeting a woman at the club. Well, I can't dwell on the past now because I'm sure I'll never see him again.

Outside of that one night, things had started to look up for me. Dr. Samuels offered a promotion once I graduated. So pretty much I'm guaranteed work and I can expect my salary to double. Kesha was so happy for me like she always is. She wanted to take me out to celebrate last night but we settled on dinner instead. I really loved her cause no matter what she does she keeps a good heart. I guess no one expected us to remain, friends, once she started dancing. But to me, it didn't matter.

See Kesha was smart but she always liked to party. A few years ago she asked me to support her at amateur night and I did. And The Girl was FIRREEE okay. I was amazed and in awe. But I guess that's when she realized school wasn't for her. And I accepted it cause honestly, it's not for everyone. I figured If this what she wants and she's happy I'm going to support it no matter what. That girl can be a damn clown at the circus and ima buy tickets and support her ass.
My girl Kesha has always been reliable. When I switched majors she supported it. When my first college boyfriend cheated on me we beat his ass. When she lost her brother I was there. When her parent separated I was there. When her on again off again man cheated we beat his ass and the girl. When I graduated with my bachelor's she paid for everything. I mean party, cap, gown, cake thee whole shebang. So if it's something as simple as supporting what she wants best believe I'm going to be there.

Vrrb vrrb vrrb vrrb vrrb

I looked at my phone to see it was Montay calling again. It had been a few weeks and he hadn't let up.

I decided to start on my hair and make-up.

We ran into each other when I went to meet with a few of my professors for recommendations. He worked on campus so I knew I couldn't avoid him for forever but hoped I could at least until graduation.

Vrrb vrrb vrrb vrrb

He tried again.

He was cool I guess but that man was too controlling and a cheater. I don't have time to make excuses for grown men who should know better. The only reason why he's calling was cause he either wants to fuck or know if I'm fucking someone. Whatever it was I didn't have time to figure it out. It had been six months since we've broken up I'm sure he's got the message. I grabbed my keys locked my door and headed to work.

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