What Hurts The Most 3

by Tynessa

  “Fuck both of those assholes!”

  I laughed, because her and my brother was just damn near fucking each other at the club and now it was fuck him.

  “Yeah, well them nigga just got into a fist fight over your ass.”

  “Jay stop damn lying,” I heard Asia say from behind. She mushed the back of my head as she came round and sat in my lap.

  “Man, dead ass. Ask B. Shit we betted on the nigga. You know I was rocking with my bruh because that nigga learned from the best. Man, they were fucking bobbing it out. I mean, blood and all,” I laughed. Both Tan and Asia were sitting there shocked with widened eyes.

  “Are you fucking serious right now? Like, those are two grown ass men and they’re out there fighting and shit like middle school kids. Ugh. That’s why you can’t fuck with boys!” Tan fussed as she gathered her things to leave.

  “Wait, sis. Hold up,” I said, stopping her before she made it to the door. I was still cracking up, because she was pissed. Even Asia was laughing. “I didn’t even tell you who won.” I teased.

  “Fuck that. I don’t give a fuck.”

  Next thing I heard was the front door closing. I ran the whole scene from the fight down to Asia, and she was rolling. It felt good to be laughing and talking to her again, just like old times when we first got together. Asia was definitely going to be my wife, sooner rather than later. I wasn’t worried about no bitch approaching her with no bullshit, because I wasn’t fucking around with anyone like that anymore. And as far as Coo-Coo goes, her ass had done got ghost before I could get my hands on her. That was the best thing for her to do instead of letting me get my hands on her ass.

  Chapter 36

  What Hurts The Most?

  Tangela

  Five months later

  I was finally at peace with myself. All the hatred I once felt for Kacey, I no longer felt that way towards him. I was still hurt beyond words that he had a child with another woman, but I was over him, and as I stated plenty of times before, there would never be us again. I loved him as a person, but Kacey had changed tremendously and wasn’t the person that I fell in love with. Actually, we both had changed and to me, it was for the better. If he could cheat on me and get another woman pregnant, and if I could fall deeply in love with another man, then we weren’t as in love with one another as we thought. It still didn’t take the pain away from seeing him with his son when I’d lost our baby girl. That’s a pain that is unexplainable.

  Now Quintez, on the other hand, I loved him wholeheartedly. What we shared was something that I have never experienced in my life. The chemistry would always be there between us, and I tried to make it work with us. I really did; but once it was time for his daughter to be born; it was too much for me to bear. Yes, it was selfish for me to feel some type of way when I had Kacey’s baby, but I couldn’t help how my heart felt. It was probably a jealousy thing because I wanted to be the one that had his first child, just like once upon a time I wanted to be the one to bear all Kacey’s kids.

  I chuckled to myself, because I didn’t know what hurt the most–seeing Kacey flaunting his son around town, who was the spitting image of him, or watching Quintez interact with his daughter, that was the spitting image of him. After Quintez’s chick had her baby four months ago, I found myself hiding out and crying day in and day out—for my daughter that didn’t make it, for the hurt and humiliation Kacey had put me through, and for Quintez having a baby with another woman. He was right, had I left Kacey we could’ve been a family.

  However, I stuck around for almost a month and tried to act as if no one’s happiness was fazing me, but on the inside I was dying. Asia saw right through me though. She was doing so good with Jay’vion and they had finally gained custody of Keonna, so I tried not to bore her with my misery because I didn’t want to come off as a bitter black woman. I did my best at keeping everything balled inside until one night I exploded and tried to take my own life. What reason did I have to live?

  I was admitted into the mental health facility for almost three weeks. I was spaced out and was suffering from depression. I was still aware of things and saw everyone that came to visit, but I’d pretty much shut them out. Finally, one morning I woke up and decided I was going to take back control of my life. Maybe it wasn’t meant for me to be with either Kacey or Quintez. Hell, maybe it wasn’t meant for me to have a baby at the time. What I did know was that my life had to go on.

  I’d been living back here in Savannah, GA for the past month in a half and didn’t plan on going back to Atlanta no time soon. Asia was the only one that knew how to get in contact with me, because I thought it was better that way. She would give me an update on everybody, and it was good to know that Quintez and Kacey were finally getting along now that I was out the picture. That was a good thing.

  Asia would also give me messages from Quintez and tell me Kacey would ask about me occasionally. I would brush her off when she would make it a point to tell me that Quintez was single. I needed to work on me and getting myself better, and how could I do that if I continued to back track? With all the bulllshit that I’ve been through, I felt it was time to let go of the past and move forward. Yes, letting go might be what hurts the most, but it’s something that I have to do for me to secure my heart in the near future.

  The End!

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