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"Denise," I called out again, basically chasing her down the hall as I attempted to apologize to her over and over.
Now I stood in front of her room door, knocking continuously as the guilt consumed me.
"Denise I'm sorry I didn't—"
Swiftly her door opened, her eyes red with tears, her makeup running simultaneously.
"I know august, you may not have been directly speaking about me, but it still applies to me. And that hurt." She spoke shaking her head.
"Im so sorry Denise, you know that ain't me. I wouldn't—I don't judge people, it's just uncle Charles, he pisses me off like nobody else..." I sighed.
She wiped her tears with her wrist as she listened to me.
I paused my rant and sighed, "regardless, I shouldn't have said all that no matter how mad I was, it was wrong, and again, I apologize."
"It's fine," she shook her head, "I'm just being dramatic.."
"I thought I'd gotten over the death of my sons dad, some stuff just brings that pain back..." she spoke sadly.
I walked up to her slowly and pulled her into a hug, "you're the strongest person I know Nene, but sometimes even the strongest people have their moments." I spoke, rubbing her back.
"You aren't being dramatic, I just shouldn't have said that shit." I nodded.
"thanks fats," she sniffed.
"course," I said genuinely, releasing my embrace.
"on the bright side, at least somebody finally told Uncle Charles 'bout himself." She chuckled, wiping her tears again.
I shook my head and chuckled myself, "yeah that felt good, I can't even lie.."
"you gonna go back down there?" She asked.
When I left to chase after Denise, the entire dining room was in a stunned silence.
"I don't think so, I don't even wanna see any of 'em. Clearly they all know my business, it's kinda embarrassing now..." I mumbled.
"I'm probably gonna leave early, I'm gonna find a way to book a flight tommorow..."
With what money, I don't know, but I'd figure it out.
"Fats don't let a bunch of old miserable people get to you. Who hasn't struggled when they're young and move out, it's normal." She spoke.
"I mean yeah, but bringing up Jayce and everything, knowing how the family feels about him..."
"so what fats, you know yo man doesn't give a damn, so you shouldn't either." He nodded.
"Yeah you're right," I sighed, "still though, I don't wanna be here any longer, I miss my boyfriend, and I hate this damn family." I said truthfully.
