Butterfly 2

by Ashley Antoinette

second that she had wasted with him before was now a regret. She kissed him so deeply that he stumbled forward, removing one hand to put it against the wall and then pulling her waist into his body. Morgan was a mess. An emotional hurricane. “What are we going to do?” she asked as she lowered her head into his chest, squeezing her eyes tight. “I can’t pretend like this didn’t happen. I couldn’t choose between you and Messiah, now he’s back. I only have one heart Meek. Who am I supposed to give it to?” “Can’t give that bitch to nobody because I ain’t never give it back.” Messiah. Fucking Messiah. His voice made Morgan freeze. Her limbs turned to steel. His baritone made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She gripped Meek’s collar as her forehead hit his chest in disgrace, she turned her head to the side away from Messiah as she sobbed. “Meek please, make him leave. I can’t.” Morgan’s heart was on the floor. She couldn’t handle this. She couldn’t do this right now. Here they were. The three of them. Her transgressions were out in front of them. Clear as day. There was no excusing what Messiah had just interrupted. Three people and only two seats at the table. “Just go inside,” Ahmeek instructed. “I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t walk. I can’t breathe. Ahmeek. God!” The sight in front of Messiah was devastating. He knew he had himself to blame, but the sight of Morgan leaning on his man for help, clinging to him in her time of need, saying his name so intimately. It tore...