A Pimp In Pumps by Nika Michelle

again. All I wanted was to be left alone.
                  “You okay?” She asked after I reluctantly invited her in.
                  “I will be.” I sighed.
                  She held the ring up and all I could do was shake my head.
                  “So, he won’t take the ring back.” It wasn’t a question because she had the evidence in her hand.
                  “I thought he would, but at least he left.”
                  “He’s still outside sittin’ in his car.”
                  “I wish he’d just leave me alone.”
                  “No you don’t.”
                  “Yes, I do!” I spat angrily. “Why don’t you leave me alone too and let me handle my own relationship!”
                  Aunt Mo didn’t even entertain my little outburst. She simply placed the ring on the dresser and walked toward the door. “I know that you’re in your feelings because of everything that’s going on, but you need to calm down young lady.”
                  I let out a sigh and put on my shoes. “I’m sorry Auntie. I’m just goin’ through a lot and you know that.” Looking away from her, I took a deep breath to get myself together. “Let me go outside and talk to him. He’s not going to just leave I see.”
                  “Don’t be so hard on him Sasha,” she said as I made my way down the stairs.
                  “Why are you on his side? He lied to me.”
                  “I’m not on his side. I’m just saying.”
                  I shook my head and rushed down the last few steps before making my way outside. Kamal was still sitting in his car, but it wasn’t even running. He just knew that I was going to come outside. His window slid down as soon as he saw me.
                  “You already know I don’t give up that easily,” he said getting out of the car.
                  “Don’t, don’t get out. I came out here to tell you to leave ‘cause you’re makin’ a scene and…”
                  “I ain’t makin’ a scene. I’m chillin’ and shit. You’re the one yellin’ and not tryna hear what the fuck I gotta say.”
                  Okay, so now he was all mad, but I didn’t care.
                  “Why you cussin’ at me when you the one who got caught up in your lies! That wasn’t me. I haven’t killed you nigga, so consider yourself lucky! Me not hearin’ you out is the least of your worries! You know who my daddy is. Do you think I’m scared to hurt you?”
                  He shook his head no.
                  “I’m glad you know that. I haven’t done it because after all the lies I still love your ass!” The tears couldn’t be held back any longer.
                  When they started falling I wanted to disappear. Damn, I didn’t want him to see me break like that. I needed him to see me being strong like always. Tears only diminished the image that I was trying to portray at the moment. Being weak was not going to drive my point, so I dried my eyes.
                  “Baby, I lied, but that don’t take away from my feelings for you. When I tell you that Brielle means nothing that’s the honest truth. She never meant anything to me and I ain’t willing to lose what we have over her. I love you.”
                  Suddenly I felt like I was about to snap, so I closed my eyes and counted backwards like my anger management counselor had taught me. That shit didn’t work because I went in on Kamal’s lame ass.
                  “Don’t you tell me that you love me again, because I don’t give a fuck about that right now! I already told you how I feel and it hasn’t changed because you don’t want to face the fact that I’m done with you! I