Tough Love (part 1)

I was minding my black-owned business when my phone blared. Annnnndd, the first thing I heard was..

“Don’t be mad at me, but…”

I wasn’t here for it. I already knew it was gonna be some one-hundred percent, grade-A, Michelin five-star bullshit. Nope. Not today. Never again.

“I’m mad. Bye.” I told her.

People had a friend that they would call to absolve them of guilt for shit that they didn’t learn from. I ain’t wanna be that friend no more. One thing about being the “nice” friend that established boundaries, people tested them to see if they stood on business.

The phone rang again. I contemplated not answering but..

“Really? You ain’t let me get it out.” Dionne said with a lil bass in her voice.

“There ain’t nothin’ to get out.”

She started to frustrate me but didn’t care.

“I don’t wanna hear that shit. I – I. I don’t care this point. I don’t wanna know that shit either. Bye.”

I had needs that none of them rarely bothered to meet. If it were someone else? Shiiiiit, they’d happily jump. Some weird nigga or bitch on social media? They’d probably empty their pockets. I needed help with a real important project and only two really came through. But not her. I needed a ride to work. Once, and only once. She ain’t come through that time either.

I put my phone on silent and tossed that bitch across the room.

Yeet.

Besides, I had shit to take care of. I had a staring contest with the TV and lost. BET ran their Baby Boy and Tyler Perry marathon and I was knocked out before Jody and Yvette had a contest about who hated who the most.

I was having a good ass dream. I was on the sets of “Shake It Like A Dog” and “Tip Drill” bouncing from one to another. The Tip Drill beat got louder all of a sudden. Hold up, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

I jumped up, ran across the room and grabbed my phone.

“I know this slow ass didn’t. ” I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. “What the?” I tried to regain composure before my next thought. “Fuck!”

Dionne showed up on my Ring cam. At three in the fuckin morning!

It wasn’t enough that I don’t get to see “No Panties on the Dance Floor,” and I missed “What That Thang Smell Like,” she actually pulled up from across the other side of town.

“On my soul, you annoying the fuck outa me. Olodumare, help me because Yahweh got some slow ass children, boy! Shit!” I thought to myself.

I looked at my phone and calmly spoke into it. “Go home, Dionne. It’s three in morning.”

Open up. Quit playing.” She still banged on the door. “I know you ain’t gonna let one of your Black Queens stay outside in the cold. Hello?”

“Fuck me. Why? ” I dragged myself to the door. “Aight.”

I opened the door slowly and this unstable creature burst in my spot like she was the Juggernaut.

“The only reason I ain’t kickin you out right is that you drove a good minute, but I’m bout to go to sleep.” I locked the door behind me.

“You can hit the couch. Blankets and shit in the linen closet. I’m doin’ OT, that means you gotta be up and out by 5:30. Goodnight.”

I closed the door and tried to sleep.

Her ass must’ve been a ninja in a past life because I didn’t hear her open the door. If she were an intruder, I’d been fucked.

The crocodile tears started to flow from her eyes.

“For real?” Crocodile tears began to flow from her eyes and, cue the dramatics. “You really mad?” she asked.

“Yep.”

Dionne climbed in the bed and laid her head on my chest. I almost took the damn bait.

“Is it cuz it’s about some niggas or somethin?”

“Yep. I already know.”

She gripped my dick like that was about to change somethin.

“Naw, D. Nope. That shit ain’t finna work.” My upper lip curled.

“What ain’t?”

Dionne kissed down my chest, to my stomach headed towards my dick. That shit felt good but it was manipulative.

“Naw, come on up. We ain’t doin’ this shit.” I scowled.

“This ain’t what you wanted? You used to tell me how sexy I was and how sexy my body was and…”

“You are and that body on point. This shit ain’t happenin though.” I cut her off before more came out.

“You always been talkin’ bout my pussy. When I used to send you a lil some. How pretty it was and how you wanted to get in it. That what you want?”

She knew my weakness. Yea, it was pretty. This was the second time I’ve seen it and the fact that I was so close to sliding in it, damn.

“Fuck no.” I thought to myself. I still didn’t give in. Fuck alla that.

“Move.”

“This pretty pink pussy. This fat ma.” Her fingers glistened and she tried to feed it to me.

“For real, D. Gone with that shit.”

I pushed her back off me and sat up.

“You really mad because niggas done hit this shit before you?”

“Fuck you and yo pussy.” The old me slowly went away. If it were any other time I would have given in. “Get the fuck out my house. You pissin me the entire fuck off now. Go on.”

Dionne put all her weight down on the bed until I was able to pick her up and carry her to the front door.

“Gone, Dionne. I ain’t in the mood for this shit. I don’t know if you drunk or some shit. Go sleep that shit off in the car or whatever.”

“I’m sorry…”

I closed the door in her face and locked it. I was finally able to rest.