Updated: Jun 5, 2022
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“Did you forget I know who every nigga in your DNA list is? Or better yet, how well I know your dumb ass?”
“Who the fuck are you calling dumb!” That’s when she decided she wanted to match my volume and actually step to me. The fact that she wanted to get in my face and get buck with me sent my anger higher. It didn’t matter that she was slightly taller than me. I wasn’t backing down.
Before I knew it, I’d slammed her back into the front door. The gasps from both girls were audible as hell when I did. There had never been a point in my twenty-year relationship with Delilah where I put my hands on her like that. Hell, I couldn’t believe I’d actually done it either. However, with the stress I was feeling mounting and her lack of self-respect, I was irritated beyond belief. It didn’t excuse my actions, but we were there now.
Before I knew what was happening, Delilah’s right hand connected with my face “Have you lost your damn mind, bitch!” All hell broke loose after that. Hair was pulled, necks were choked, clothes were ripped and I definitely felt the shocking pain reverberate throughout my body when Delilah body slammed me on the hardwood floor. It wasn’t until I felt muscular arms pick me up into the air that I noticed Johnathan had made it back already.
“What the hell is going on in here,” John yelled, still keeping me raised up off the floor. I was still trying to catch my breath, so I knew he didn’t think I was going to be the one to answer the obvious. John was just about to put me down when Delilah had to go and say some slick shit that made me want to slap her again.
“This bitch got the never to be mad because somebody other than her is getting dick. Hatin’ ass motherfucka.”
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