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“Sam.”
“No. Because this shit is actually fucking sick.”
“It wasn’t supposed to go this far.”
“Oh, that makes it better?”
“No.”
“Then what the fuck does that mean?”
“It means I wanted to hurt him.”
She stared at me.
Finally.
No cleaning it up.
No excuses.
“I lost seven years because of that nigga.”
“And what the fuck did I have to do with that?”
“Nothing.”
“Exactly! Then why me?!”
“Because you were the one thing he thought nobody could touch.”
She stared at me.
That was the ugliest part.
And she deserved the truth.
“Xay could lose money and make more. Lose a bitch and find another one. Get his ass beat and wake up the next morning still thinking he won.”
I shook my head.
“But you?”
Her face hardened.
“You were different.”
“So I was his possession.”
“No.”
“That’s exactly how both of you treated me!”
“I said that’s how HE saw you.”
“And you used it!”
“Yes.”
