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Jamal: You foul as fuck for leaving with that nigga.

I looked you in your eyes and asked you, you fucking slut if you knew the nigga and your lying, nasty pussy ass looked me in the eyes and straight fuckin’ lied to me!

!! You bitch! That’s why I told your mom about how your ass been acting.

How dare you try to play me silly ass trick!

Get ya shit together! You just played yo self clown ass girl!

Oh, and your pussy stank! You need to douche that nasty shit

I was so taken aback I had to read his message again.

The nerve and audacity! Scorned niggas always came with a female’s pussy stink bullshit whenever they got dumped.

He was lucky that I was now headed inside the emergency room otherwise I would have lit his ass up on a reply, instead of damn waiting until I saw him.

I’m sure he had to know my mom was going to address all the stuff he told her about me.

I get him being upset about seeing me leave with Reggie, but he truly tried it by snitching me out to my mom.

And yes, it sounds crazy as hell for me to even be concerned about what my parents think about the decisions I chose to make in my life.

Being twenty, that’s definitely adult enough to not have to get approval from the parentals, but my parents still supplemented my entire life financially.

They literally had me by the balls, and I didn’t even have balls for real!

Jamal stooped to a new level of grimy by running to my parents because he knew, especially my mom, was extra about all things that had to do with me.

Any parent would be concerned to hear that their kid was selling sex online, but to my mom it was magnified.

Don’t get me wrong, I understood why she was angry I just didn’t understand why she was coming at me as hard as she was.

I wasn’t perfect and neither was she. She claimed I always did the most, yet she wondered where I got it from.

Once we entered the ER, my mom went straight to the front desk to ask about my dad while I stood to the side and waited.

Feeling my phone vibrate, I checked to see if it was Reggie, but instead it was Trista.

Rolling my eyes then feeling a wave of emotion hit me, I quickly wiped tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand.

Too much was going on at one time, and it would have really meant a lot to hear from Reggie.

I knew he got my text about my dad, at the same time I had to understand that he was dealing with his baby momma being in labor.

It didn’t matter that I needed him, he had to be there for his kid.

That was a reality that I was going to have to accept if I continued to see him.

Before responding to Trista’s message, I decided to send Reggie another message letting him know that I had made it to the hospital along with the name of it.

Once done, I went to Trista’s message to see what excuse she had come up with regarding her and Jamal’s little disappearing act they pulled last night.

She was another one that I had a bone to pick with, I just didn’t want to do it over the phone or through texting.

I was disappointed in the both of them, but more in Trista than Jamal.

She was supposed to be my best friend. We confided in one another about everything, and I truly thought for the first time that I had found a true one in her, but from what I saw last night, she might have proved me wrong.

Trista: Hey bestie! Gurl your birthday party was lit! You left kinda early. Can’t wait to hear the deets. Oh, is everything okay with you and your dad? I just saw a post on your Facebook for prayers

Wow! I believe she just tried me. She just tried to pick bones with me to feel me out. Taking a deep breath before I responded because I was about to lay into her ass, she got lucky because I was interrupted by mom rushing past me.

She took a seat in a chair in the corner of the waiting room as I quickly walked to where she was then sat next to her.

I get that she was upset with me, but damn, she could at least communicate with me regarding my dad.

My dad’s well-being wasn’t just about her, it was about me also.

Before I could open my mouth to ask her for an update, she said without looking up from her phone, “Someone will be out shortly to talk with us and to take us into another area to wait.”

Not responding, I went back to my cell phone so that I could respond to Trista.

Not knowing how to deal with the emotions I had swirling through my head, I figured I’d give Trista a piece of my mind and not sugar coat anything.

She needed to know that she looked foul for how she was acting with Jamal last night.

I didn’t have time to play around with anyone, so if they wanted to be with the shits then I could be too.

I preferred to have a face-to-face conversation or at least talk on the phone, but I didn’t want my mom to be all up in my business.

I didn’t want to walk off in case they came out to get us for my dad.

Me: You sure asking a bunch of questions but I need to be the one asking you a question. You calling me bestie and shit why were you grinding all up on Jamal like that was your nigga AND where the fuck did y’all dip off to at MY birthday party… bestie??

Trista: Wait whet?! Gurl you is trippin! It wasn’t even like that

Me: Then where did you go when you and Jamal left my party together

Trista: We met up with JoJo to get more carts and some more weed. We both went to look for you to see what flavor carts you wanted but we couldn’t find you. I thought we were better than that, sis. Did you really think something was up with me and your dude Tati, like seriously that’s foul as hell

Me: I saw how you were grinding all on his dick and to me that’s foul as hell, sis!

Then as I’m heading y’alls way to address the shit the next thing I know y’all both gone.

That was fucked up. I don’t like shit like that Trista frfr!

You crossed a line. That’s the type of shit that would make me go in your mouth! Straight facts

I had gone from being terrified about losing my dad to being pissed off to the max and ready to go in her mouth and whip her ass! I was legit on a thousand, annoyed as hell with my mom on top of everything and now this mess. Trista and Jamal both had me fucked up.

Trista: Wow Tati! Now you’re threatening physical violence toward me of all people!

I didn’t even do anything! I’m disappointed in you!

Honestly you trippin ‘cause you not even checking for Jamal like that anyway and you and I both know it. Sorry about whatever’s going on with your dad.

I pray he good. Other than that, I’ma fall back from you.

Apparently we not as cool as I thought we were for you to accuse me of some foul shit like that. I hope you have a good rest of your day

Reading Trista’s text, another wave of emotion hit me and the thought of losing my dad and best friend on the same day was almost too much to bear.

Giving her the benefit of the doubt, plus the fact that it sounded like she was highly offended and hurt by me accusing her of messing with Jamal, I took her word for it that nothing went on between them and accepted her apology.

Truth of the matter was, I needed someone to be there with me.

I preferred for that someone to be Reggie, but since that was out of the question, Trista was the next best option.

Me: I accept your apology and I’m sorry for accusing you of something like that. We are better than that. I’m not gon’ lie though. I was ready to beat yo ass on sight about dippin’ off with my dude frfr

Trista and I continued to text, and I told her about me spending the night with Reggie and how Jamal snitched me out causing what happened between me and my mom.

When I told her that we were at the hospital waiting to find out what was going on with my dad she texted and told me that she was on her way so that I wouldn’t have to be there alone.

I appreciated that because I felt like I was about to have a nervous breakdown at any second.