(COMPLETED)Ryan, a stunning woman, seems to have it all-a loving home, a fulfilling career, and a supportive family. Despite the perfect image of her marriage, recent struggles have left her feeling down. During a girls' night out, she reunites with...
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March 2nd Whataburger
"A baby Justin? A fuckin' baby?" I asked biting into my burger from Whataburger.
"Yooo I can't believe she kept that shit from you," Justin said chuckling.
"Justin you so fuckin' messy. I highly doubt she would've kept that from Quincy. You a nigga, so of course you're gonna think like one. Quincy listen to me, go talk to her, her heart is breaking."
"How you know? Has Kelly mentioned anything?" I asked drinking my Sprite.
"Yes, she has actually. She said that Ryan doesn't even talk about the situation, so that leads me to believe that she's dealing with it on her own. I also heard this nigga Keith is out on bail, so you better see about your woman...quick."
"Listen, I hear what you sayin' Kelcy, but Quincy you better not fall for the fuckin' tears, get all the answers. Ryan is a liar, she cheated on husband with you, did you forget Jude and I walked in on you fuckin' the shit out of her?"
Kelcy coughed on her fries and laughed, "Daaaamn! How did that happen?!"
"We had an impromptu cookout and those two went galavanting around the house, somehow finding their way to his room..." I cut Justin off 'cause I had enough of his shit talking.
"Justin shit the fuck up. Are you mad 'cause you ain't the one that was able to fuck her? I'm sick of your bullshit!"
At this point we started to draw attention. "A'ight how about we get out of here?" Kelcy suggested. "Justin you never know when to shut the fuck up." Kelcy said throwing a fry at him.
"Look Q, I'm sorry. I just don't-." I cut him off again.
"Nigga, just quit while you're ahead. I know what I need to do. Kelcy, I'll catch you later."
2 days later...11:00pm
I couldn't sleep, so I figured a late-night drive might help clear my head. Cruising through the quiet streets, I eventually ended up outside Ryan's place. Parking my car discreetly, I hesitated, not wanting to disturb her. It had been weeks since we last talked, and the silence between us weighed heavy on my mind. I knew she must be feeling it too.
I approached the door and realized it was unlocked, so I just walked in. The kitchen was alive with the smooth beats of an R&B station streaming from a Bluetooth speaker on the counter, but Ryan was MIA. After securing the door, I headed upstairs. Quietly making my way up, I found her knocked out in bed. Ryan could sleep through a hurricane, so it wasn't surprising she hadn't woken up. I made a mental note to tell her to lock up.
