Life Ran Into Me

Worst Valentine's Day ever

"Did you really just throw beer on me?!" I asked so shocked. I wasn't even mad. Just shocked and disgusted. "Fuck you bitch" he said stumbling out of the chair. I went to the bathroom to wipe the beer off my face. "Take whatever you want. The rails, the head boards, the bed, the clothes I bought you, the paint off the walls, the water out of the fossit, take everything I don't care but you definitely have to go" I said as tears started to roll down my face. They weren't even angry tears. I don't know what kind of tears they were but they were there. "You can keep saying that shit but im not going cause I already paid my rent to stay here im not goin no where" He said as he was throwing the empty beer bottle in the trash. The way he was holding it, I thought he was going to throw it at me. "We can take the bed back so you can get your money back and get out my house." I suggested as I grabbed my purse reeking the smell of beer. He still had the receipt too. Just to prove he bought me a bed but didn't expect to be keeping it for a refund. He went upstairs to get his wallet with the receipt in it. "If they don't take it back then im not leaving until you give me $200" he gave his ultimatum. "I don't owe you shit cause you stayed at my house!" I yelled at him. There the tears went rolling down my face again. "Bitch I want my money" he said getting in my face. "I don't owe you nothing" I said wiping my face. I picked up the paste in my walk. We were already walking abnormally fast like some crack heads. We had to walk a mile and a half to reach the furniture store. Half way there he continued to talk shit to me. "I don't even know why I believed yo ass was serious you been a hoe since I met you and young and dumb. Calling other niggas in front of me and shit" he said putting his hat from his hoodie over his skully and his hands in his pockets. "Me?! Im the the hoe?! Nigga you fucked my cousin and my sister another bitch and then a stripper and came back and gave me an std while I was pregnant and im a hoe?! You a dirty ass nothing ass nigga I don't even know why I helped yo stupid ass I should've just left yo bum ass on the side of the church" I snapped on him. "Yup I fucked all y'all yo whole family some hoes and easy as fuck, ashely dumb ass still let me fuck and that stripper had a fat ass" he said proudly and laughed about it. I was entirely disgusted that he bragged about fucking my family and giving me an std from a stripper. I couldn't even look at him normally to know that he was my children's father. "You one nasty infected ass nigga" I said looking at him shaking my head. "I'll do that shit all over again if I could Bella had some good pussy" he said laughing. "Well bitch go to her house and see if she let yo dirty ass in" I said. I knew he was just saying stuff to get under my skin but I took the bait. I wanted to push him into the incoming traffic but I can't stand the thought of hell or a cell. He wasn't worth losing my life a second time. We said foul shit to each other the whole way there, arguing. We soon arrived at the furniture store. "We need a refund for the bed you sold to us" I demanded rolling my neck with a full blown attitude. I didn't mean to come off like that but I was pissed off. "We only do refunds for specifics like damanges caused by employees and malfunctions for our electronics. Everything else is non refundable" he said as he point at the sign that restated everything he just said. Randys attitude wasn't any better than mine. "We had to take the fuckin rails off the bed because the shit made noise every time we moved" he said with the face of a killer. He looked like he was ready to beat the man up. His eyes was blood shot red from all the weed he was smoking too. " I'm sorry we cant give a refund for that. What I could do for you is give you these boards *he motioned his hands for us to follow him into the storage room* to replace the rails with so they will hold better and not make any noise. He was absolutely no help for us at all. Spazz grabbed the boards without saying anything. No thank you, have a nice day, nothing. They were two long boards and seemed heavy but light enough for him to carry all the way back to my house. I went ahead of him hoping the door would shut behind me leaving him needing help to get out the door but the door closed very slowly fucking my petty plan up. "I want my shit" I demanded me as we crosssed the busy street giving me an "or else" look. "You really think I'm about to pay you for staying at my house? Do you even make sense to yourself?" I asked him in all seriousness. How could he possibly believe I owed him $200 to move out of my house? "You niggas be acting so stupid" I added getting annoyed with his irrational logic. "Bitch you keep talking to me like you crazy ima hit yo ass with these boards you keep pushing me to spazz on you Lena foreal I will put yo ass in the hospital you keep fucking with me, I want my money." He said shaking his head as a serious warning. That statement was enough for me. I stopped walking home and walked inside a family dollar. He followed me of course. "Do yall have a phone I can use?" I asked the cashier with a scared look on my face to give her a hint why I needed to use her phone so she wouldn't say no. I had left my house so fast I forgot mine at home. "Yes mam but there is only signal in the back closet" she said handing me a dusty little black house phone. As I started walking to the back he said "what you bout to call the cops on me?" He asked as if I was being extra. "No! Leave me alone and go home bruh you been aggravating me all day Im about to call my sister to pick me up to get away from yo crazy ass" I said closing the closet door. "911 what's your emergency" "my kids father is threatning to abuse me and put me in the hospital because I'm trying to put him out of my house." I said forcing myself to cry so they would hurry. "Calm down mam, what's his name? Is he there now? What's your location?" "No he's not with me right now he's headed back to my house I'm at a family dollar on main street across from a burger king and his name is Randy Sharpe Jr" "what is Randy wearing?" "He has on a black skully hat with a black hoodie and a white t shirt under it some baggy denim ripped jeans and black shoes and he's carrying two long boards" I said. "Okay mam we're sending an officer out to you right now". I waited about 15 minutes for the cops to show up. "I could be dead fucking with them" I thought getting tired of waiting. So I just walked off and headed back to my house. They didn't even contact me back to see why I wasn't there or if I was okay. Ariving to my house I see him and my dad on the porch just chilling laughing and drinking. I was furious. He looked at me as if he seen a goddess even though I was giving him the meanest mug ever. "You alright daughter?" My dad asked as I tried to pass him. Spazz grabbed my hand gently and said "Lena sit down let's just talk about it please" he gave me the innocent face again. "No! Fuck you!" I yelled at him as I snatched my hand back. "And you green as fuck if you continue to keep talking to a man that has been threatning your daughter all day! He said he was gone hit me with the bed boards and put me in the hospital and you steady talking to that nigga like he not doing none of this!" I snapped on my dad. He had me fucked up too. My dad has the same dumb ass logic that most men have. He didn't see an issue. He just seen it as an argument but it was far more than that for me. I didn't want to be in a relationship with domestic violence just waiting to happen. I never want to say I am or was one of those girls. I went inside and washed up to get the smell off of me and changed into a pretty dress and did my hair and put on some slight make up. I grabbed my phone and my purse and gave my babies a kiss as they played with their toys innocently, completely unaware of the chaos. I knew that along as my dad was there that they were in good hands. My dad makes sure my kids are good at every angle before doing anything else. He won't even sit down until he makes a full meal if they say "eat eat". I came out the door looking like a snack. Ignoring him. "Where you going?" He asked me in curiosity. "Please be gone when I come back" was all I said while he followed me to the entrance of the apartments asking me the same shit. He tried to hug me again but I pushed him off me quickly. He reeked of beer, alcohol, blacks and cigarettes. He was going through it. But only because he was putting me through it. Yet I was completely sober while he's pissy drunk. He finally decided to just let me go. A bus ride to downtown and then another bus ride to Arlington. I went to the hotel where I was staying when I was pregnant with the twins. I knocked on the door and there coco stood ready for me to come in.