E'mani POV

Once again, I find myself pacing the floor instead this time it's in Jason's apartment and not my old home where O'shea and I would have our screaming matches. After Ebie dropped me off, let out the loudest, most ear-piercing cry that has ever escaped my mouth. I didn't tear anything up in the house, which is a start for me because by now everything in this motherfucka would have been shredded.

My wash and go curls were all over my head as I continued to pace the floor. My chest heaved up and down as if I just ran a fucking marathon with Usain Bolt, and my face was flushed and the color of a faint red as I anticipated Jason's arrival.

It's like in no time I heard his keys jingling, followed by the front door opening. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the tears that was already swarming up in my eyes. I sat down on the black suede couch and rested my elbows on my knees, folding my hands and shaking nonstop.

"Hey...baby. What you doing here?", Jason asked with a grin as he tossed his keys on the marble island that was next to the kitchen.

I eyed him up and down, shaking my head before laughing to myself and turning my head towards the balcony door. I heard Jason kick his shoes off, placing them on the mat for shoes by the door and walked over to me. He sat down and wrapped his hands around my waist and began planting small, yet tender kisses on the nape of my neck.

"Stop Jay." I said as I shrugged my shoulder for him to stop kissing me.

"Damn Mani. Why you pushing a nigga away?", he asked me, feeling butt hurt.

"Because I need to ask you something..." I said as my voice trailed off, standing up and placing my hands on my small hips.

Jason looked around before looking back at me.

"Okay. what you gotta ask baby?"

I looked up at the ceiling, tears running already as I parted my lips to ask him this question. I know it will hurt me more if he lies to me, then I can never trust him. Ever.

"What were you doing with Daijah at Dulan's earlier?", I questioned as I stared dead into Jason's eyes, trying to read his mind through his eyes.

Jason looked down and licked his lips. "Baby, its not what you thinkin- "

"Then what the fuck was it Jay?!", I screamed as I pushed his chest, causing him to stumble back a bit. "What the fuck was you doing with my sister, especially after you asked me to give you a chance?!"

"E'mani...baby If I tell you, you wouldn't understand." Jason tried to reason with me.

"No nigga. What you don't understand is if you don't tell me why the fuck was You with Daijah, I will never fucking talk to you ever again as long as I have breath in my body.", I threatened through a clenched jaw.

Jason wiped his hand down his face as he pressed his lips together before looking at me. I can see it in his eyes that he had something to tell me, but from the guilt in his eyes, I know that this is going to split us apart.

"E'mani. I gotta be honest with you. I just want you to promise me that you won't hate me, baby please."

"If you cheated I swear to god.", I said coldly.

Jason eyes began to welt up with tears as well. By the way he stared at me, he knew that our ride that was short lived was going to be over.

"I...I...fuck" Jason stammered. "E'mani. I was with Daijah...b-because she's...she's pregnant. And, the baby is mine."

I didn't move or make any changes to my face expression. I just felt the tears Rollin like a river down my cheeks and onto my cleavage as I stared into Jason's eyes. His eyes, mirroring mine. I just stood, planted like a cemented statue for a few seconds.

"P-pregnant?", I managed to push out as my voice trembled.

"E'mani. Baby...", Jason spoke as he reached out to grab my hand but was only returned with a hard slap to his face.

"Don't fuckin touch me!" I screamed. "Pregnant?! You got that bitch pregnant. My sister fucking pregnant?!"

My nostrils flared up as I stormed off, knocking the picture of him and his sister over that was resting on the wall unit. I was livid at this point. No matter what I do or who I be with, that sneaky ass trifling ass bitch who is also known as my sister is always in the middle of it. I heard Jason continuing to plead and beg me as I grabbed the little bit of clothes and toiletries that I left over here.

"I don't want to hear that I'm sorry bullshit.", I said as I stuffed my four pair of jeans, three pairs of Jordan's and some shirts, underwear's and body sprays into my Alexander McQueen duffle bag.

"E'mani! I'm begging you!" Jason said to me with sincerity in his voice, grabbing me by the waist. "I'm sorry bae. I swear"

"Jason get the fuck off of me. Its bullshit. I'm so disgusted with you right now. You aint no better than any of these other niggas. You and O'shea can finally join the NAS club!"

"N.A.S?", Jason repeated with confusion.

"Niggas aint shit club. Get off of me. We are done. Go call my sister and tell her to move her shit in here. Make sure you get a McClaren baby carriage too.", I spat as I yanked myself away from Jason, grabbing my duffle bag and walking out of the room.

"I can't blame you for being mad baby but I swear to god Mani, I did not mean to hurt you. You think I would purposely do some shit to hurt you ma? C'mon I'm better than that baby. I'm sorry but baby I swear I love you and I wouldn't purposely do no foul shit to ever hurt you."

I stopped in my tracks and turned around to a soak-face Jason.

"Just stop okay Jason. I trusted you...I trusted you with my heart because something told me to give you a chance. I wanted to be better for not only me, but for you. For us. You know what I've been through with O'shea, and with you telling me he got that bitch pregnant and now you telling me you got that shitty shiesty bitch that's my sister pregnant! You said you was fuckin different. And my dumb ass believed you. I don't want nothing to do with you whether you're the father of my niece or fucking nephew. If you and Daijah was both on fire, I wouldn't even attempt to spit on ya'll to put the shit out."

I watched Jason face wince in pain because I know that last line struck his soul like lightening. He deserved it at this point. I knew I could be cold and callous. My daddy says he has a mean streak and so did my mom. Obviously, I inherited such words that I knew I could reach the depths of someone soul with it to get my point across to let these muthafuckas know, I aint playing.

"I...I deserved that shit E'mani but please baby, I could have sat here and lied to your face but I didn't want to do that. I wanted you to hear it from me and it would be worse if you heard it from someone else." Jason tried to reason.

I shook my head as I parted my lips to speak as the salty tears traced the bottom of my lip before dripping down to my chest.

"Goodbye Jason. For good".

And everything from that point became a blur. I could hear Jason pleading but I couldn't hear him. I had tunnel vision at this point. From his house to the car was the goal. I threw my duffle bag in the trunk, slammed it and got in the driver's seat and turned the ignition and flew out of the parking lot.

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Starbucks

|Downtown LA, CA |

"Damn Mani, I'm sorry you had to go through that shit.", Keith apologized as he took a sip of his Venti Vanilla Bean Frappe.

"Yeah." I sighed. "Me too. thank you for coming to be with me Keith. I appreciate you.", I smiled before looking down at my hand.

"Don't worry about it. You my friend Mani. I got you"

"Does Camille know?", I questioned." I don't want to- "

"She knows Mani." Keith said with a chuckle. "And she also told me to tell you if you need anything, she's here."

I smiled to myself, thinking that Keith girlfriend is a whole lot more mature than I thought. I decided to call my good friend Keith to vent to him about the whole situation. Instead, this time I wasn't drunk and we weren't displaying any sexual advances towards one another either.

I think god placed Keith in my life to show me that you can have male friends that are attractive but that's just it. They want to just be a good friend. And I am thankful for him.

Sipping my caramel macchiato, I just shook my head as I drowned my lips in the whip cream that was overflowing at the top of the lid. It was pretty mellow in Starbucks, just how I liked it. a few old people ate with their significant other and some college kids held small study sessions or just some working-class people were here on their lunch break.

"So now what you gonna do? You told Eazy yet?"

"I'm not telling my pops anything. Daijah wanted to sleep around, she can tell him that she's pregnant with my boyfriend's baby."

"E'mani. Wasn't they dealing with each other before ya'll decided to reconcile?" Keith questioned.

I shot Keith a look of death, causing him to laugh and place his hands up in surrender.

"My bad gangsta. I'm just asking. I ask this because Jason a good dude."

"Tuh!", I spat.

"Come on Mani. We all have done some fuck shit. This may be a little more serious than other situations but I know Jason cares about you. He made a mistake."

"Yeah, a big mistake." I said before pressing my lips together and dabbing my eyes with the napkin I had underneath my cup.

Keith put his head down and we both sipped our drinks in silence for a couple of seconds. I looked up at the customers coming in the door, one of them immediately catching my attention. I stared off in a distance as anger flooded my brain. I could kill this bitch dead right now, but what good will it do me.

"Keith. Keith, you see her." I whispered as I looked at her.

"Who?", Keith looked around and then looking at me.

"That bitch right there."

I head nodded over to her as she stood in the line wearing a black jumpsuit with a pair of black and gold Versace heels and a big Marc Jacob's clutch purse.

"Who Toni?", Keith asked with a raised eyebrow.

A puzzled looked crossed my face. "Her name is Kimora. Who the hell is Toni?", I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared off at Kimora, Toni or who ever the hell she was.

"That's my dad girlfriend. I guess they just started dating or some shit. I think she was the reason my mom and pops split for real. "Keith said as he looked over his shoulder, shaking his head. "I don't really care for her. But wait, you said her name was Kimora?"

And that's where I knew I've seen her before. Hanging around Keith's father. I instantly thought of my dad and how much he says he cares and likes this woman. She's not even who she says she is.

"I-I gotta go Keith." I said as I quickly stood up, grabbing my purse and car keys and not forgetting my drink.

"Mani...Mani!" Keith called out to me as I scurried off out the side door so that heffa didn't see me.

I ran to my car and quickly jumped in before bellowing out a cry. "FUCK", I screamed as I banged the steering wheel. I have my own shit I'm going through and now I have to break the news to my father about his so-called-girlfriend who's not who she says she is.

If I thought my heart was broken, I can now say its severely going to break into smaller pieces after I have to break this news to my daddy. I just hope he can bounce back from this one. I hope and pray that my dad will be okay. I think its bad karma catching up to him. Fuck...now I have to be the one to break and mend his broken heart. 

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