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I watched Blessyn call my phone three times and each time I let her ass go to voicemail.

I canceled all my appointments for the afternoon and took my ass to Tennessee to spend some time with Ben.

Perc had completely cut me off because I didn’t show up to his house and it was going on a month now since we cut off communication.

The shit cut me deep. I played tough at work but it was exhausting to be around him and not sneak and fuck in the bathroom or send nasty ass text messages throughout the day.

Ben told me that he was going to be here when my flight landed but I had been at the airport for an hour and he hadn’t showed up.

I called his phone a few times and he didn’t answer so I caught an Uber to the room I booked.

Something told me not to let the nigga book my room just in case he was playing games to get me here.

I checked and ordered some room service while I rolled a blunt and chilled.

An hour later, I was laid out in the bed damn near in tears thinking about how this nigga done set me up to look like a fool. I called his ass ready to snap on his voicemail when he answered with a lot of noise in the background.

“Wassup baby?”

“Where the fuck you at? You made me catch a flight and then not show up?”

“What the fuck you talking about? I’m in Atlanta I was going to slide through once I was done in the studio.”

“You in Atlanta? But you said-.”

“Nah, wait a minute let me check some shit. Hol’ on.

” While he had me on hold there was a knock at my door.

“Aye don’t answer that door. That’s my wife.

She set this shit up. Don’t say shit. Book a flight back to Atlanta right now and I’mma call her to get her away from the hotel.

Get your ass back to Atlanta or your ass gon’ get killed. ”

“What the fuck you mean?”

“My wife let me do a lot of shit but she knows when I’m spending too much time with a bitch I’m feeling her.

She doesn’t mind going to jail. She not normal.

Now book the flight, get an Uber and get your ass back here.

Don’t ever go to Memphis without talking to me.

Don’t do shit through text. She probably followed your ass.

Make sure you get back to the airport safe. ”

He had me nervous as hell when we hung up the phone.

I never fall for tricks like this but that bitch got me.

I'll be damned if she gets to me though.

I booked a flight out and sent Blessyn a text letting her know what was going on.

She was mad at me but if I could call anybody while I was distress, it was my sister.

My phone started ringing right after she read it.

“Do I need to get on the road? I rather come get you then you get in an Uber. Her ass may pay the Uber driver.”

“That’s like a five-hour drive. I’ll be home by then.”

“I’m not getting off this phone with you. Put your shit on the charger and share your location with me bitch just in case your driver wanna get stupid. I can’t believe you…I ain’t even got time to fuss. You got my head hurting.”

“I know.” I thought the bitch was gone but the knocking started back.

“Bitch you got to come out and I’mma be right here waiting. Ain’t no need to hide now. You in my city bitch.” She yelled through the door.

“Man fuck that, I’m on the way! I wanna see if she has that same energy when I get there. Cancel that flight bitch and sit your ass in that room. Make sure you got all the locks on the door.”

His wife jiggled the door to see if it was but I had put the locks on.

This was the first time I was ever scared.

As many times as Lexus popped up on me and Perc, I was never afraid because he handled her before she could think about touching me.

Ben was nowhere in sight to get his bitch.

Now I had to sit in this room until my sister arrived.

It was going to be well past midnight when she got here and I was tired.

I was afraid if I went to sleep the hoe was going to be standing over me.

This taught me a valuable lesson. Stop fucking with married men.

Originally, I didn’t know Ben was married.

He jumped in my DM’s and he had no sign of a wife on his page until after we had fucked a few times.

I should’ve cut the shit off but he was giving money and good dick away.

Why get rid of that? His wife can have all that shit now because I didn’t want it.

If it was going to make me go missing, hell nah, I’m good.

I’ll start over fresh with a single nigga before I let another one do some shit like this.

Ben started calling as his wife started knocking again.

“She still there?” He asked when I answered the phone.

“What the fuck you think? She said she ain’t leaving.”

“Somebody will call the police after a while. That’s the only thing that will get her to leave. My bad for this shit. You know I would never put you in this situation. You should’ve called me.”

“Let this be the last time you call me. I can’t do this shit with you.”

“Man don’t let this fuck up what we got. She just mad because I rather be with you.”

“Your wife is literally sitting on the floor in front of my door,” I looked through the peephole. “The bitch is crazy.”

“She a lil’ touched sometimes but we make it work. That still should not affect us and what we got. You know how I feel about you. You the only female besides my wife that can ask for anything and I get it. I ain’t ready to give up that pussy yet.”

“A new car would be nice. In my name of course with you the co-signer.”

“I can do that. Just don’t stop fucking with me.”

“Call your wife and tell her we done. As a matter of a fact send me a long text ending it and screenshot it to her. I know what women like to see. That will make her feel better.”

I was ready to go home and block Ben on everything we communicated on once I got my car.

He was worth it but I was more important.

Blessyn was going to curse me out for continuing to fuck with him so I might as well end the shit on this note.

I assumed what I told him worked because she was no longer sitting outside my door.

I took this opportunity to go to the bathroom and lay down before Blessyn got here.

She was more than likely going to make me drive back home so I needed to rest and let my phone charge up.

This was one time I wish I could call Perc and tell him what happened.

I played with the thought for a little bit before I closed my eyes.

Blessyn arrived a little after midnight.

She didn’t say anything, she made me grab my shit and we left just as quick as she came.

Blessyn was the fighter. Whenever girls would get into it with me, she always came and cleared things out.

All she hung around was niggas all day and that made her tough as hell.

Nobody fucked with her and they showed respect.

“I can’t believe you did this shit. Out of all the things you’ve done, this is by far the dumbest. How you let a nigga get you to his city and his wife show up? You think you grown and ready to fuck with these older niggas but you’re not.”

I let her speak her mind until we got to the Georgia line. She always thought she was my mama. Yes, I was glad she took care of me and showed me how to get money the legal way but I did what the fuck I wanted to do. Even if it took me to bump my head a few times.

“Okay Blessyn, I fucking get it. You perfect and I’m the fucked up child that mama had. You don’t have to constantly remind me of my fuck ups.”

“Bitch I never said that. You got an issue with me telling you how wrong you are? Don’t flip shit on me.

If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t be here.

I drove five hours to come and get you in the middle of the damn night when I have to be up to run a damn business in the morning.

Did you think about that or is it always about you? ”

“You made it all about me. I didn’t ask you to come. I was going to catch a flight back. You always think you gotta save me but I don’t need saving Blessyn. I’m good. I got me.” I hit my chest.

“That’s how you feel?” Blessyn asked, almost running off the road from looking at me.

“Yes. I won’t call you for shit else. You can live your damn life getting drunk because your nigga got killed and you scared to move on. The nigga was fucking off on you the day he got murdered he was right at bitch house with your son.”

Blessyn got off on the next exit and stopped at a gas station. We argued every now and then so I thought she was pulling over to take a break. I never thought she was going to slap the shit out of me and split my lip.

“Get the fuck outta my car!” Blessyn scream.

“What?”

“Get out before I beat your ass, Merci. I’m begging you to get out.”

“How am I supposed to get home?”

“You figure it out. I don’t have time to deal with this shit right now and don’t bring your ass to the shop either, you’re fired.”

I pressed my shirt up against my lip and stared at the side of my sister’s face.

She wouldn’t even look at me. The tears were streaming down her face.

This wasn’t the first time I’d seen her cry but this time felt different.

She popped the trunk for me to get my bag and I took that as my final sign to get out.

I had no idea where I was or what was. At least my phone was charged and now I had to call the last person that I could depend on.

It took everything in me to call Perc but he was all I had at the moment.