Page 8 of Repo'd His Heart
“Marlo, did you not see me calling your phone,” Her squeaky voice was a contrast to her beauty,
The annoyance that flashed over Marlo’s face when he heard her voice wasn’t missed.
“Daddddy” The little girl exclaimed as she wiggled down from her mom and ran over to Marlo. Joy returned to his face as he turned around picking the little girl up, kissing her. “You like my nails? Mommy got them done wif her.”
“So, you don’t hear me?” She asked Marlo but her eyes were glued to Sunshyne and me. Her eyes told of her disgust, she thought she was better than us.
“If you was gettin’ y’all nails done why you ain’t take Mason too?” Marlo angrily asked the pregnant woman who was unbothered by his anger.
“For what? So, you can run around with ya little whores.” She cut her eyes over to me again.
“Oh no, love this isn’t that.” I quickly corrected her. My temper was short when it came to certain things. Bitches calling me out of my name just so happened to be one of my main triggers.
“Broke bitches can’t talk to me. Speak to me when ya bank got more than a hundred dollars in it. Matter a fact let me give you some advice, my nigga don’t want you. I hate to be the one to tell you, Marlo don’t fuck with basic bitches like you. You far from his type. Boo my nigga likes them polished, them old ass braids and that outta da-”
“Shut that dumb shit up Fallon,” Marlo barked, cutting her words off. “Ignore her, she ain’t said shit. Let me help you take y’all’s stuff to ya car.” Marlo offered and I was disgusted.
Not only had his bitch tried me in the worst way, but the nerve of him to have a bitch and be trying to go out of his way to help me. Fallon had managed to get under my skin with her words. No, I wasn’t at my best and my braids were old but this version of me was temporary. I wasn’t going to be rocking four month old braids forever. I would be damned if I let her see that her words bothered me.
“I’m good. Enjoy your family,” I said in a cold tone as I grabbed my bags in one hand. I wasn't too proud to take the stuff he had bought. Fuck Marlo though, he had turned out to be like every other nigga in the world. Lame, lying, weird ass bitches. Mall just confirmed I needed to stay single cause niggas would never be shit.
Taking Sunshyne’s hand in my free hand with my head held high I made my way out the store. I refused to look backeven if I felt Marlo's eyes burning a hole in my back. He could kiss my ass, him and his stankin’ ass girlfriend.
Chapter 5
Zaylee Cooper
“You really finna do a nigga dirty, huh?” Mikael gave me the dirtiest glare as we sat across from each other.
“I’m not. I’m going to be there I promise but I… can’t. I have so much I need to do.” I rambled on while tears steadily fell down my cheeks and my vision blurred. I tried to focus on Mikael’s handsome face; it always brought me comfort.
Right now, not so much. The rage had his handsome face bawled up as his light brown eyes burned with hate. His eyes were like lasers, making my skin burn under his intense gaze. This wasn’t us; this wasn’t how Mikale treated me. The love he has for me always outshined any emotion. He would never stare at me with disgust and hatred. He’d always treated me like I was a precious jewel he never wanted to lose. Today was the total opposite, he was acting like I wasn’t shit to him.
From the first time I laid eyes on Mikael I knew he was it for me. At the time I wasn’t sure how because we were polar opposites. He barely came to high school and him and his brother where known as some of the up and coming young nigga in the streets. While I was the nerdy, shy girl who had been on honor roll my entire school career. I never thought Mikael noticed me whenever I did see him, He was surrounded by all the fast girls. I never stood a chance, at least that's what I thought. I went to a basketball game with some of my cousins. I felt so outta place as all of them were in different niggas faces while I stood off to the side awkwardly. I got annoyed with my cousin’s whorish asses, so I wanted to leave. Of course, none of them were ready to go and they started clowning me about being a nerd and being a virgin. The fact that I was almost seventeen and hadn’t fucked yet was the worst thing to my cousin. Mikael stepped in and said he thought that I was dope as fuck for not tryna be like all the other girls.
When I tell you I almost passed out because I was so excited he was standing up for me. He ended up offering to walk me home and although I was nervous, I refused to pass on this once in a lifetime opportunity. Mikael made me feel so comfortable our conversation flowed easily. Once we got to my aunties house Mikael asked me for my number and I was so happy. I basically floated on air for the rest of the night. A week of texting before we went on our first official date. After that he asked me to be his girl. We were locked in from there on. Six months later I gave him my virginity, and he promised me the world and I believed him. People loved to say what we had was puppy love or we were too young to know what real love is. Those people couldn’t possibly feel the way I felt about Mikael because I didn’t believe I could love another in the way that I love him.
Nothing was supposed to be able to tear us apart. We’d promised to work through all our problems. Yet here Mikaelwas trying to throw away everything we’d been working to build in the last two years. I might have been young, but what I did learn about men, they loved double standards. I loved Mikael but there had been times when we first got together, he’d hurt me. I wasn’t fucking him, so he had to get his nut, those were his words. It made sense to me when he said it. I was willing to deal with his terms because I valued him so much. I didn’t agree with how he felt but I was willing to put my own feelings to the side for the greater good of our relationship. Now that it was his turn to put his feelings to the side for me he couldn’t.
All he cared about was how he was feeling but he wasn’t going to be the one who had to deal with the consequences of our actions. He was going to be locked up for the next ten years, without a care in the world. While I struggled to raise a baby on my own. I loved Mikael with everything in me. I’d shown him repeatedly how deep my love was for him. I was even willing to sit down and do this time with him. I wasn’t leaving him to die alone in jail like most females my age would. I was going to make a life for us so when he got out, he could stay out of the streets. I’ve always wanted to be a teacher, and he knew that I wanted to get my master’s degree in English. Having a baby on my hip while I did that didn’t seem smart to me. Mikael wasn’t trying to hear me though.
“I’m not doing anything. We can have more babies when you get out,” I tried to reason with him. I attempted to slide my hand into his hand, but he snatched his hand from my reach.
A sinister chuckle left his lips as he looked off to the side. “You sound dumb as fuck. You pregnant with my seed right now and you wanna kill my seed but you wanna have more when I get out? That shit don’t even make sense.”
“If I have this baby now, I’m gonna be raising this baby alone for the next ten years. I won’t be able to go to school. All my dreams won’t mean anything because I'll have to focus on this baby.” I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my arm. I was getting frustrated with Mikael.
“So, so you sayin’ you don’t trust me as ya nigga to take care of y’all?”
“Mikael, you’re gonna be in jail how are you going to take care of us?”
“I got some money put up. Just don’t kill my seed Honey,” He knew calling me by the nickname he’d given me was a weakness of mine.
“My dreams babeee.” I whined, feeling myself being torn in two directions.
“Bitch fuck ya dreams!” Mikael screamed, scaring the hell out of me and causing me to jump in my seat. “When you was layin’ on ya fuckin’ back takin’ this dick you made ya fuckin’ decision when it came to carryin’ my seed. Fuck them fake ass tears when it comes to my seed. You screamin’ you gone be a single mom like my brother and my mama won’t help ya stupid ass.”
My mouth dropped open forming an “o” shape at Mikael’s harsh words. He’d never talked to me like this before. Of course, we’d argue but he never called me out of my name or anything close to what he was saying to me right now. I swear he had to be high, his mama barely like me and I highly doubted she would be of any help when it came down to it, and Marlo was just as wild if not wilder than Mikael. I would be an idiot to think I could depend on him to help me raise a baby that wasn’t his.
