Page 44 of Color Me Broken
“What the fuc—Tasha, why you do all that?” His eyes searched the room. “Nooo…not my fuckin’ PS5.” He cried out. “What the fuck?”
Tasha snapped. She grabbed the burning candle from the coffee table and hurled it across the room. He ducked, and it missed his head by inches, crashing against the wall as hot wax splattered across his arm.
“Damn, Tash! You fuckin’ crazy?” he barked, standing back up, shaking his arm. “That shit was fuckin’ lit, girl. The fuck is you on?”
She didn’t care. Her chest was rising fast, eyes seeing red. “You fuckin’ cheated on me, Jue!” she screamed, shoving at his chest. “After everythin’ I've done. This how you treat me?”
“Tasha, chill?—”
“Don’t tell me to chill!” She pounded on his chest with both her fists, each hit landing harder than the last. “You got me out here lookin’ stupid, Juelz!Fuckin’ stupid! You fucked Shy. My best fuckin’ friend. That bitch been smilin’ in my face all while fuckin’ on you.”
He grabbed her wrists mid-swing, holding tight but not rough, breathing hard. “I’m sorry, Tash. C’mon, stop! Stop, bae, it wasn’t like that.”
“Yous a dirty muthafucka. You foul as fuck, Jue,” Tasha spat as tears rolled from her cheeks.
Juelz knew she wasn’t wrong. He knew this would be the outcome once shit hit the fan. “I’m sorry, bae.”
“Sorry?” she yelled, struggling against his grip. “You say sorry when you step on someone's foot. You say sorry…when you accidentally bump into someone. But Jue, you fucked somebody. That ain’t no reason to say muthafuckin’ sorry. Nigga, you knew exactly what the fuck you were doing.”
Tasha gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh shit. You fell in the pussy. Huh?” She snapped her finger. “Is that it, Juelz Hardwin? That’s why you sayin’ sorry. You tripped in Shyann’s loose ass pussy.”
He stretched his arms out wide, looking for pity. “Ifuckedup, aight? I know I did. But Tash, it ain’t whatchu think. It was to protectyou.”
She swung at him, her voice shaking. “It… it… It’sexactlywhat the fuck I think. You out here creepin’, and got the nerve to walk in here like everythin’ normal?”
Niyah stepped closer, voice trembling but firm. “Hey, y’all need to calm this down before somebody really gets hurt. Come on now. Shit!”
But neither of them heard her. Tasha pushed again, her voice breaking between sobs. “I hate you, Juelz. I swear to Gawd I hate you.”
He backed up, chest heaving. “Aye, on the real. Stop sayin’ that shit.”
Her bottom lip trembled, fury melting into something softer, something that scared her even more. She turned away, covering her face, sobs shaking her shoulders.
Juelz stepped forward again, reaching as if he didn’t know if he should touch her or not. “Tash…”
She flinched, voice hoarse. “Get the fuck away from me!Don’t fuckin’ say shit to me, Jue. Just go getcha shit and get the fuck outta my house.”
He looked stung to hear her say that. His eyebrows furrowed.
“Really, Tash? I ain’t goin’ no muthafuckin’ where. Yo name ain’t the only one on this shit. We ‘gon sit and figure this shit out.”
Tasha bit her bottom lip, shaking her finger towards Juelz. She didn’t even think twice. Didn’t even blink. She turned on her heels, her sheer gown flying open as she headed up the spiral staircase, every step echoing hard. “I got somethin’ for yo ass. Wait one muthafuckin’ minute. Nigga ‘gon tell me what the fuck he not ‘gon do. The fuck he thinks this is.”
“Where you goin’?” Juelz called after her.
She didn’t answer. Drawers slammed upstairs. Something fell. The door creaked open, then shut again.
Niyah looked at him, uneasy. “Juelz… leave her be, please. Just go somewhere ‘til she cools off. Maybe call Sin and go hang out for a bit.”
He scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Go? Man, I ain’t leavin’, we need to talk about this shit. Niyah?! You know I wouldn’t fuck with that girl like that.”
Niyah shrugged her shoulders. “Ion know what y’all got going on. Honestly. Shy has been blowing my phone up non-stop.” She placed her hand on her forehead. “I get over here,Shyann's freaking car is across the street in a ditch, and then it's broken glass all on the pavement. I mean, what is going on?”
Juelz started picking up some of the mess scattered on the floor, shaking his head. “Man, Ioneno but, I ain’t leavin’. We need to talk about this shit.”
From upstairs, her voice came back sharp and shaking with so much rage. “Oh, you gon’ get the fuck outta here, trust and believe that! On Maryandallthe lil’ Lambs, you leavin’ this muthafucka today, nigga.”
A minute later, Tasha came down the stairs. The sheer gown and lingerie were gone, replaced with Juelz’s gray joggers, a black tank top, and her white Nike sneakers. Her curls were pulled into a messy bun, and her face was streaked but hard. She looked like a madwoman on a mission.
