He Don't Love Her: Side Chick Mentality by P. Dotson

Author:P. Dotson [Dotson, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tiece Mickens Presents, LLC
Published: 2016-05-20T04:00:00+00:00

Krystal

I locked myself in the guest bedroom and cried my damn eyes out. My chest heaved up and down as I allowed my anguish to be released through my tears. The past two weeks had been the hardest for me.

My emotions were going haywire. One minute, I was up; the next, I was down. The guilt from the abortion still weighed heavily on my mind. I’d been questioning myself since the day I actually went through with it. Was Ricardo really worth it? The answer was hell no!

Up until yesterday, he never really gave me a reason to question if he was sincere about leaving his casanova days in Miami. He was home every night and he never hesitated to return my calls. But yesterday, shit just changed. Then, he came home smelling like another bitch. That lipstick line was made up. I was trying to catch his ass off guard and it worked.

I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. I aborted my baby because I wanted to be in this with him. I couldn’t expect him to be in this whole heartedly if my own hands weren’t clean. That’s why I had the abortion. I did it for us or so I thought. I think what was really bothering me was after our conversation about marriage, he hadn’t brought it up again. No ring! No surprise proposal! Nothing!

Just fresh memories of past hurts and disappointments. I wished I didn’t love this man so much. I wanted to walk away, but I couldn’t. I curled up in the fetal position and hugged my knees to my chest. I felt so fucking fragile and I hated the space that I was in. I closed my eyes and asked the Lord for guidance, for understanding. I knew what I needed to do, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

My mind drifted to Tori. I tried to convince myself that her situation was different. Ricardo would never do me that dirty. Would he?

* * *

I didn’t leave my dungeon until lunch time and that was only because my stomach was growling. I walked into the kitchen and found breakfast waiting for me. I rolled my eyes because I knew this was his attempt to get back in good with me. But, he gone have to do a little more than this whack ass breakfast to get on my good side.

I ignored him as I sat down at the table, said my grace, and ate what he’d prepared for me. He said something about warming it up for me, but I dismissed him with my hand and continued to eat my food. He sat down across from me and continued to eat from his own plate. An uncomfortable silence surrounded us. The tension was thick and unsettling. But, I kinda liked it that way. I swallowed the last bit of my orange juice, wiped my mouth, sat back in my chair, and folded my arms across my chest.

“So . .

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