Big Mistake

Done: Part Two

"I know I've fucked up and that I need to fix my shit. I'm tryna wife my girl. Not push her away!" -Malcolm Stewart

As Malcolm drives down the road towards his house, he notices a black Infinity and a female inside who resembles Paris.  Blinking twice to make sure he was wrong, it was too late as the car sped down the street at the sight of his.

At that moment, he knew instantly that it was indeed Paris.  Wiping his hand down his face, he decided to call her once he got to their house.

After their conversation earlier, Malcolm had a lot to think about with the way he approached his one and only true love.  He couldn't believe how selfish he was being and he needed to apologize and make things right with Paris immediately.

Starting off with completely cutting Brielle out of his life. Even if it meant he would probably have to choke some sense into her brain.

He knew she was obsessed with him, he knew she loved him, which made no sense since they didn't have not even known each other for a full month yet.

Malcolm admitted to himself years ago that he had a specific effect on women, those battered with lost love and those crazy. Over time, he's only been in three relationships. Two before Paris came along, and now he was destined in believing that his and Paris's would last forever.

As of now, he know she resents him and couldn't blame her for doing so. Malcolm knows he acts without thinking beforehand, especially when it comes to Paris being involved.

Being in love and head over heels for three long years has turned him into a completely different person. He's more false promising if anything.

Throughout everything, starting from his ex Tassie, he's told Paris countless times that he will take of this and that. Getting her hopes up higher than normal when he shouldn't have.

Making it to their house within five minutes, Malcolm quickly cut the engine as he entered the driveway.

Opening the unlocked front door, he is stopped in his tracks by the stares of Isaac and Triston.

"What up wit' it?" He greets them, sitting his book bag down next to the front door. "Where Paris at?" He asked them.

"She gone, bruh." Triston responded blandly.

"To where?" Malcolm asked out of curiosity.

Triston and Isaac stared off towards the tv screen as a Fast and Furious movie began to play.

"Oh so y'all don't hear me fuckin' talkin'?" Malcolm slightly yelled at his best friends.  He knew Paris was pissed at him, but he didn't expect for his friends to he either.

"Apparently you neva' heard ma' sister talkin' to ya' ass either." Isaac spat calmly, facing Malcolm.

Malcolm squinted his eyes at Isaac. "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"

Isaac and Triston stood from the couch and walked up to Malcolm.

"What the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout is ya' ass not payin' attention to my damn sister when she needs ya' ass the most. You too busy stuck up that other ho ass to even pay attention to what the fuck is in front of you!" Isaac angrily yelled in his face.  He had grown tired of their constant back and forth on the same situation.

Over the past two months, all they've done was fight, make up, and repeat the same exact tiring cycle all over.  It was not only affecting the ones doing it, but those around them.

"Fuck what you talm' 'bout, I, for real. Paris know damn well me and that bitch ain't got shit goin' on. And I don't even know why you so damn concerned when you know I'an doin' shit to make her that damn unhappy!" Malcolm yelled in his face, his veins straining and becoming visible.