Amira
(4 months later...)
4 months of hell. It was like things took an upside down in my relationship
I stepped outside my job so glad to be off. I had pulled a double and since Christmas would be approaching soon the girls grandmother was keeping them untill spring break.
Ivory has been so into his health and training for this big fight. He was going against one of the biggest names in the boxing world. Some Spanish man name Raquel who was undefeated as the middle weight champion for the past eight years
The HBO special that he was featured on made such a big buzz. Ivory went from "that nigga" in the hood to women eye-candy internationally . His bad boy image, dirt bike riding, pistol toting ass was a hot commodity. People were rooting for him because he had all odds stacked against him and came from the gutter. People were empathic to his Autistic mother and upbringing in the system and streets. It made his audience huge
"Damn sis. I hate to tell you this but ya car in the parking lot fucked up" my coworker Ashly Rushed over to me
"What?" I asked confused. Ivory had copped me a new white on white Benz . We actually had took even more trips. Hawaii, Turk and Caicos, and Africa as in two weeks ago
My stomach dropped as we sped walk to the parking lot. I had flashbacks to Jimmy messing with my car all the time but he was dead
Bitch was spray painted all over in red against my car. All tires were flat. My side mirrors knocked off. I wanted to cry but felt nothing but heat. I already knew who it was.
Mo.
She had been giving me hell for the last four months and so many days I just wanted to end my relationship just because of her. The babymomma from hell. She tried fighting me every time we laid eyes on each other and would be petty with her daughter who she named "Beyoncé" against Ivory
"I got triple A and can call them" Ashly hugged me and got on her phone quick. I stood in a daze for a moment and called up Ivory
"Wassup wifey"
"What's up is your babymother! Ivory she really does way too much. You need to get her under control. She plays on my phone all day. Write shit about me on her Instagram. Now she taking it as far as coming up my job and vandalizing my car. Where you at?" I wanted to just choke Mo to death. She needed to find somebody else. On cue my phone start going off with bold text messages from her miserable ass
"I'm at the gym. I'm Rey come to you ma. Ima handle her"
"Are you serious this time? Cuz she still be nutting the fuck up"
"It's only so much I can do to the bitch yo. She is the mother of my child" him saying it made me cringe. It was like sending daggers to my heart. Seeing his baby girl made me think of what our baby would have looked like. It made me sad but their child was innocent
I just hung up on Ivory. I watched as ministers later him and Bricks pulled up in his truck
"Yo that bitch Monica be wilding" Bricks got up and took a look at my car. He brought it to my attention that I had sugar in my gas tank
"Don't even start Amira" Ivory warned knowing I was about to curse him out
"No what you mean don't start? I'm tired of this girl playing with me ! I didn't sign up for this!" The amount of females who randomly got his number sending him ass, titties, them playing with a dildo, the social media love and his deranged babymother it was driving me insane and sadly apart from him
