“Mari, I hope you enjoyed watching the tape of your man being so obsessed with this pussy that he had to drug and rape me to get it. That nigga is fuckin’ pathetic. I hope you see that.”

“Tasha, I know you’re behind Kyron’s death, and you are going to pay for it.”

“Bitch, eat a dick! And you better pray that you don’t run into me because I’ma dog walk that ass!” Tasha hung up the phone.

TASHA

I couldn’t believe the nerve of that bitch, Mari. Was she ever going to get over Kyron? The dick was good, but it wasn’t that good for her to be trippin’ over him the way she was doing.

As I told Kyron, he was just a revenge fuck. How was I to know a nigga would get pussy whipped, fall in love, and give me an engagement ring. Trae took that shit and flushed it down the toilet?

Just when Trae and I were trying to get back tight, this bitch, Mari planted this bombshell. I could be sitting here getting “pregnant spoiled” by my man, particularly since I was craving a big, juicy, sloppy cheeseburger—but now he was out, God knows where. From the look on his face when he left this morning, I wasn’t even sure if he was ever coming back.

I had cried enough and decided to do something about my situation. This lying in bed was driving me crazy. I spent most of the time on my laptop cruising around on Facebook and Instagram. I even a fake account for myself. I checked Charli’s Facebook account and it was no longer active. I checked Mari’s Facebook account and it was still active. I guess she had friended me, or vice versa when Kyron was alive because I could see her activity. Damn. I must be bored, to be scoping out these bitches. Mari had changed her status to “widow.” Puh-lease. They were never married. All her fake ass, dick-sucking followers were sending praying hands, quotes and giving her all types of comments of encouragement and support.

I knew Mari would be ecstatic to know her ploy worked. The tapes were a blow to Trae’s male ego, but he was the one who said, that shit was going to be coming at us, but we were unbreakable. I believed him, and now I was determined to not allow air to come between us.

It was now dark and late, and I was beginning to get a little anxious. Even though I told him to never come back, I had called his cell all evening, and it went straight to voicemail. I’d also texted him several times. I went into the living room to wait on my husband and boys. Out of nowhere, Aunt Marva popped up.