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Ciara

Standing in front of Kairo, my whole body trembled like my heart was trying to break out of my chest. Each time I inhaled, it scraped my lungs, as if I were breathing in fire instead of air.

The finger I had on the trigger still twitched from pulling it, and the ringing in my ears was just as loud as the sound of my heart pounding.

But then there was Kairo, still standing and breathing seemingly unharmed. My eyes then locked in on the smoke snaking out of the bullet holes in the wall behind him. I hadn't even grazed Kairo’s body.

In that moment, my stomach flipped, and I grew a large lump in my throat. How the fuck did I miss his ass from this close? He should be dead right now for what he was saying to me.

Both he and I were silent in shock for a while until Kairo finally mustered up words after my attempt on his life.

"Yo, you are really tripping, Ciara. What the hell is wrong with you? It's like that now? You want to see a nigga dead?"

"Why won't you just get out? That's what I want to see."

"Listen, it doesn't matter if your pussy did get this place remodeled, this is my home too, and I have just as much of a right to be here as you.

Now, I would hate to have to tell the police that I've been shot at by my wife because she doesn't like to be called out on her shit.

That she simply couldn't handle it, so she wanted to see me dead. "

"Oh, I can handle it. Just not from a man who has made lying to me an everyday thing. Were you even working when you would leave the house at night, Kairo? Or were you just leaving me to go lay up with another woman?"

"I worked most nights, Ciara."

"And what about the nights you didn't? You were with her, breaking the bond that you and I had. Now I'm supposed to accept you back with open fuckin arms because you made a deal with the cops? Especially after you threatened me?"

"Look, you just shot at me, and you fucked I don't know how many niggas while I was in jail for less than a week. We should call it even."

"It's not even, and it won't be until you feel how I've felt for years. Yeah, I may have done dirt for the past week, but imagine dealing with that for over a decade."

"Please just let it go. You got your get back already, now fall back in line where you belong, and nothing that happened in our past or today has to be talked about ever again.

You and I are better together, and you know that.

Those niggas who are getting at you right now will never love you like I do.

They just want what's in between your legs, and yeah, some niggas will pay for it. "

He pointed around the room at the apartment.

"No matter what you did or what you said to me, I would never stop loving you, Ciara. Now let's just calm the fuck down and hope no one reported those gunshots."

Kairo turned and walked into the bedroom.

When he closed the door, I put the gun down on the counter and sat with my face in my palms. I wish I had the balls to have shot his ass and took away all my problems with him all at once.

The only problem is, shooting him would make more problems than the ones that I am used to.

I know that I can't throw my life away because of Kairo.

There are other ways to deal with him, and I'm sure if I really wanted him dead, I don't have to put my own finger on the trigger to make it happen.

I have someone I've been in company with who would probably kill him in the middle of the Castle Hill courtyard during the daytime and have someone else clean up his blood.

My real prayer is that Kairo and I can just move on peacefully from this with no more blood on our hands.

Everything about our relationship recently has been toxic.

Now I just want a smooth, easy breakup, but with Kairo, I can see this being anything but.

As I sat on the couch, trying to calm down my bad nerves, the door swung open, causing me to lift my head from my hands quickly.

Now that I've shot at Kairo, I don't trust his ass.

He is known for flipping the script after appearing calm at first. Kairo's eyes soon shifted to the gun I had resting on the counter.

He quickly went for the gun, grabbing it off the counter as if I were going to get it and shoot him again.

"What are you doing with my gun, Kairo?"

He didn't respond; instead, he went under the cabinet in the kitchen and came out with a trash bag.

"I'm throwing this shit in the trash before you actually kill someone shooting this mutha fucka like you crazy."

"Well, that was the point," I mumbled under my breath because he now had the power in his hands.

"No. Just give me my gun so I can put it up."

"Fuck no! Not only could you have just killed me, but your non-shooting ass could've killed someone else in the process. One of them kids could've gotten hit who live across the hall or some goofy shit. Bullets don't have names on them."

He took the bullets out of the gun and then placed them both in the trash bag.

Kairo then walked over to the bookshelf that was heavily decorated with stuff like small figurines, a small makeshift globe, and little geometrical pieces by whatever decorator Hov had in here.

But, with one swift motion, he swept his forearm across the top of the shelf, knocking everything off into the trash bag.

"What the fuck are you doing Kairo!"

"Cleaning this house up of adultery. All of this shit has to go. Not just the gun he got you."

Kairo's eyes narrowed, and it felt like the room was darker just from the weight of the eye contact between us.

That hatred in his eyes was not quiet, and I could feel the heat like I was standing next to a campfire.

He hates me now, just as much as I hate him, but his ass is too possessive and too dependent on me to let me go.

That's why he's kept me cornered all these years, but I refuse to be blinded to the fake love anymore. I have my eyes set on my future, and he will soon understand that a vision of him is nowhere in sight.