becoming red with anger.
“I opened my home to you, tried to make a woman out of you when you were nothing but a fucking slut!” Neli just stared at him appalled. His words cut her deep and tears began to come to her eyes.
Yeah, cry now, Penelope. You run around here with your slut friends trying to be down, fucking and sucking lowlife drug dealers thinking someone’s going to discover your talent-less ass and you’ll be famous. You think I’m stupid? Yeah, you’ll be famous all right, you fucking whore!” By this time, Neli’s shock turned to hurt and she was crying hysterically, almost to a point of hyperventilation.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” she mumbled, through sobs. His words hurt so much and they were true. Neli had heard them from her dad and from every man that she ever loved. Ray just stood there staring at her. He was hurt but he loved her. What really hurt him is that she didn’t love him back.
Neli became even more upset. She began thinking about all of the men who told her that she was nothing more than an insecure slut. All the people who told her she wouldn’t be anything, and people like Sasha who appeared to have it all.
“DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” She screamed as she picked up a plate off of the counter and lunged it at him. Ray ducked it but rose up in time to catch a China bowl to the crown of his head. Blood dripped down his temple as he held his head in disbelief. Neli was going mad.
She began screaming blood shreikingly and pulling at her hair. It was scary. Ray attempted to calm her down.
“Listen, I’m sorry baby, just come here.” He spoke softly as if talking to a child. He walked slowly toward her with his arms open wide. “Come here sweetie, it’s okay.”
She came to him sobbing, not sure what had come over her. Once he got close he put his arms around her and hugged her. He really was sorry.
“Neli.” he whispered, with a worried look. “Maybe you should think about seeing someone, baby.”
This wasn’t the first time Ray had seen her act like this, and it was starting to get worse. Neli thought for a minute. This nigga thinks I’m crazy. Oh so now there is something wrong with me. Why do men always have to find something wrong with me?
“No!” Neli screamed as she bit hard into his shoulder and ran up the stairs.
Ray cried out in agony.
“Crazy bitch!”
He grabbed his keys and went back out the door. He couldn’t take her shit tonight.
Neli paced back and forth in the bedroom crying and holding herself. Why did he leave? He doesn’t even care about me! What’s wrong with me, why can’t I just be happy?
Neli fell to the floor and began crying until she felt like she was about to vomit. She took a few deep breaths and in the midst of her insanity, she picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
She was nervous but she needed someone to talk to.
Ringgg. Ringgg .
The phone rang and rang and on the fifth ring, Neli hung up but then called right back after giving it another thought. This time they picked up immediately.
“What?” He asked unfriendly.
“Chauncey, I need you right now.” Neli spoke softly and weary like an innocent child.
“Yo, you’re fucking crazy girl. I told you I wasn’t fucking with you like that no more.”
“Yeah, you say that a lot.”
Neli began to cry again, she felt so empty so alone. She had no one to love her and she really wanted Chauncey to, the way that he loved Sasha.
“But Chauncey, I really need someone to talk to.”
She could tell he didn’t give a fuck, she heard people talking and laughing in the background and to her it seemed as if they were laughing at her.
“Yeah well Neli, I mean it this time. Don’t call me no more. I aint feeling this shit.”
She looked at the phone in disbelief.
“Yeah well you were feeling it last night!”
She was crying louder now.
“Nah, not really,” Chauncey stated coldly. He had the potential to make a person feel low and he was
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