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“We like to fuck there. We like to fuck right there, too.” “How you fuck on a bookcase?” Paige frowned.
“You see that mark on the wall? That’s from him trying to carry in the television by himself and nicking it. Every. Fucking. Dent. Every scrape. Every paint color. Every piece of furniture. Tells a story in the museum of Tahli and Vin. And I want out! For my fucking sanity,” Tahli strained.
“As long as I knew my kids were good…I would’ve laid down and died for him. I would’ve taken a bullet for Dalvin. I would’ve done a fucking bid for him.”
“Gimme a bag of weed and a four for four from Wendy’s, I’m telling every fucking thing.”
Lmfaooo!
“Stop talking about four for fours. We’re not here to talk about four for fours,” Tahli waved a hostile finger at them. “We’re here to talk about my marriage.” “You don’t have a marriage.”
“I’m here to kill time before I hit up my sneaky link.” “Word? What she look like?” “You still like girls?” Paige slit her eyes at Dan. “I mean…I miss pussy sometimes. She got good pussy?” “Yo! Incredible pussy. And one of them big, ole’ Section 8 asses with the dimples. Ghetto bitch. All her kids got silver teeth.” “I know them mothafuckas got good snacks,” Dan muttered.
Lmfaooo 🤣😭
“Yo, they got so many fucking snacks. Juice boxes. Cookies. Hot Cheetos. Her nigga’s a truck driver so he be gone like three days at a time. I just be eating pussy and eating snacks.”
Lmfaoooo!!!
“Why she gotta be a trifling bitch?” Abby scolded. “’Cause she jeopardized our whole fucking existence for a fucking apple. Niggas could be in a tropical garden right now fucking unicorns if it wasn’t for her ass.”
Lmfao!
“So how do we know that the snake that made Eve eat the apple…was a snake? Who said the slithering thing that crawled up to her was a fucking snake? When we didn’t even have the fucking alphabet, to spell the word snake?”
“This conversation is so Vin. He used to say that time was an illusion, and how do we know that a minute isn’t a day, and a day isn’t a year? That’s it’s all manmade.”
“Man, fuck Vin!” Tahli stretched stunned eyes at Paige, who leapt up from the couch. “I’m sick of talking about Vin. Fuck him! We ain’t singing, we bringing drama. Fuck Vin and his mothafuckin’ mama…’cause her ass knew, too!”
“Nah. Fuck Vin as a husband, as a man, and as a mothafuckin’ homie, too, and if you down wit’ Vin? Fuck you, too. Munch? Fuck you, too. Wynter? Fuck you, too. Sophie? Fuck you, too! The kid–”
Lmfaoooo!
“Not the kid,” Tahli raised a hand. “Man, fuck him, too. We bombing on all these mothafuckas! You think you the mob, we the mob. Matter fact. Abs, put that shit on.”
“Yo, you know that bitch I’m fucking that’s scared of chickens? Shorty is like really fucking scared of chickens. Like I thought it was just live chickens, but we pulled up to KFC and this bitch started crying, and shit. Begging me to take her home.”
Who knew dream had expiration dates?
“Man, I ain’t wit’ her to hear her talk, you feel me? I can’t lie, though. The other morning, she woke up and just started eating leftover buffalo wings before she even brushed her teeth. Guzzling Casamigos and shit. I’m like, damn, baby. You ain’t gonna drink no orange juice, or nothing?”
Lmfao!
Vin left Lou knowing one thing – he’d never be there again. He’d be alone before he went backwards. Tahli had grown him up. Tahli had altered his thinking.
She was a pick-up and go girl. He was the inevitable fuck-up guy.
“Look. I love Tahli. You know Tahli was my homegirl. But she wanted a divorce, like I always told you she would. A woman like that, you were lucky to have her while you had her. But I told you a long time ago not to fuck it up. And you did. I knew that other thing was trouble when I saw her at Milo’s funeral. So, I knew it wasn’t no fixing that. Don’t mean you don’t deserve to be happy. Get back out there. Find you somebody a little easier.”
“I ain’t trying to start nothing. But you know that Tahli was work. She was a good woman, but she wasn’t no walk in the park–”
“Tahli and I had something in common… fucked up mothers. Hers made her think she didn’t give a fuck, and mines let me know she didn’t.”
“Here we go,” Lola scoffed. “So, it’s me? I’m the reason you can’t say no to a skirt? Not ya gigolo father who couldn’t keep his eye, hands, or anything else off other women?”
“Wow. See, that’s all I meant, though. That girl don’t even wanna keep the damn house you bought her. Tahli is I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T!” Lola sang like the song. “I bet she was the type to fight you on paying all the bills, too.”
“What if you ran out of chances? You’re divorced, Dalvin. The big D. I think this is where you and Tahli’s story ends. Now you gotta move on and live for them babies.”
Na... Hell na!
Vin survived off memories.
Tahli Hayes had been his parachute for the past 15 years, and now, the strings were cut. And Vin was plummeting with nothing to grasp onto.
The silence was so deafening, it played tricks on him. So, what could he do? Kill something. But what? Not her. He’d die. Himself? Nah. Weak nigga shit. He had kids to survive for.
“’Sup, nigga?” “Shit,” Vin lied the black man lie. “Shit” or “ain’t shit” or “ain’t nothing” were all lies muttered off to deflect questions regarding their mental state, even while carrying the world’s big-ass weight on their back. It was how Vin had been raised. All he knew, in fact.
With Tahli it’s not about the now. It’s about what’s already done. The principle. And I lied to her for too long.
Tahli had standards. Standards that grew Vin as a man. And the last thing Vin wanted to do was witness a marriage on the heels of the demise of his.
“Let me…Let me hit you back.” “What?” Munch squawked. “I said let me hit you back.” “This nigga talking outrageous. How the fuck you gonna hit me back and I’m in this bitch-”
Lmfao!
“I guess we got divorce on lock. Already fighting.” The nastiness of the words soured his expression. “Can you believe that, baby love? We’re divorced.” Vin toyed with the picture frame some more, hoping it would suck them inside and trap them.
“This shit’s still not processing,” he muttered to her like the best friend she was. “This has to be the most unnatural shit I’ve ever experienced.”
“I need you, Tahli. I thought I could do this. I can’t do this shit.”
“Can you stay? Have dinner with me? Let me run you a bath. Just…just pretend like none of this shit is happening. For one night.”
“I love you,” Vin regurgitated with no warning. A silent alarm of distress in his heart turned off his brain. “I love you and I miss you. I fucking miss you and I love you.”
“Get out of my way, Dalvin.”
Baby Love is standing on business 😭
“I don’t need you to take care of me, Vin.” “I will always take care of you. Always. Fucking always. But this isn’t about you. This is about your heart.” “And what the fuck do you know about taking care of my heart?” She split his tongue with that one. “I’ll come back next Wednesday.”
“Vin,” she murmured wearily, and the way she said his name sprouted every hair on his body. Vin would rob the sky at gunpoint to gift her the stars.
I’m not used to coming home and you not being here. Or showering and you not being in the next room. Laying down and you’re not fucking there, Tahli... So, I tell you goodnight. And I say I hope you had a good day. Do you hear it, baby? When you lay down at night. Do you hear me?” He felt her tremble against him. “Because I speak to you.”
“I love you so much, baby love. I will never, ever, ever, ever stop. You hear me? You may have gotten off the parachute, but it’ll always be here waiting for you.”
“Just let me look at you a little longer. I can’t do this shit, Tahli. You know how there’s some things you can do and some shit you can’t? Like I fucking can’t. I’m trying. I’m really fucking trying. But I’m losing my mind. I got headaches all the fucking time… I’m losing money. I’m…” Sick. Depressed. Lost. “What the fuck did I do?”
“Dalvin, you fucked that dead bitch and kept a baby from me.” Tahli’s tone was as lifeless as depleted. “How did you think this would play out?”
“I don’t know,” he was honest. “That’s what I never wanted to find out. But Sophie’s dead. Like you said, she’s gone, Tahli. Why can’t we just–” “What?” A mocking laugh echoed from her sweet lips. “Your mistress is dead, so that solves everything? The threat is in the grave? The evidence still remains!”
Sheesh!
“Stop rewriting history with your imagination. The only threat was you! Sophie knew that shit. You were the only one for me, will always be the only fucking one for me. I never laid a finger on her ass after that night!”
“And why are we still arguing about this shit? Like, I don’t know if it’s denial or determination, but either way, it’s fucking twisted. Stop! How many times are we going to go through this? It’s exhausting me. Telling you no over and over is hurting me just as much as the shit you did. We are literally fucking divorced! Let me go, Dalvin! So we can raise these kids.”
“I can’t fucking let you go!”
“You want me to step aside and just watch my whole life walk away from me?”
“And why the fuck are you leaving your house, Tahli? This is your home. I’ll leave. This is fucking outrageous. It’s stupid.”
“I need to disconnect from you! You want me to keep hating you? Huh? Because that’s what’s going to happen if I keep looking around at this fucking house and seeing you in it!” She bellowed. “Even if you’re not in it. You’re still fucking here! I need space from you. Move out of my way.”
