Something About Milan: A Complicated Love Story by London Dior Page B

into the driveway. There was a car parked in front of me and I wondered who it belonged to, and if Jabari had someone in there waiting to get me.
    I never thought the day would come that I would be this afraid of Jabari. And all of this was over some bullshit! It’s crazy that he could dog me out, then when the shoes were on the other foot, he turned into a maniac.
    I looked at the house, then reached into my glove box and pulled out my taser that was shaped like a cell phone.  It wasn’t a gun, but if he was on some bullshit, I was going to tase the fuck out of him.
    I hopped out, clutching the taser and made my way into the house. It was small enough to conceal in my hand, so Jabari wouldn’t suspect it if I had to hit his ass.
    When I walked into the door, all the lights were on and I cautiously swept my eyes across the room, looking for any signs of bullshit. I followed the noise of the TV to the living room, thinking my kids were in there. My antennas flew up when I saw that it was empty. Why the hell were cartoons playing, and where the hell was Jabari?
    Something definitely wasn’t right and I told myself that I needed to get the hell out of the house before Jabari tried to kill my ass. When I turned around, Jabari had appeared from thin air. “Boo!” He shouted, causing me to jump back, with my hand to my chest. He scared the fuck out of me.
    Jabari burst into laughter. “Look at yo’ scary ass. Talking all that shit over the phone and won’t bust a grape at a fruit fight.” He shook his head, walking toward me, and I backed away.
    “Gone somewhere Jabari.” I shot, trying my best not to show that I was scared. I had temporarily forgotten about the taser in my hand until now. I fumbled with it and put my finger on the on switch.
    “Naw, how the fuck you gone play me like that after all we been through?” I didn’t know if his face was angered or if it was disappointment. It may have been a mixture of both.
    “Where the kids at, Jabari?”
    He was still inching closer and my heart was beating.
    “They good. But, I know you didn’t think that I was about to let you play me like that.” He lunged toward me and I hit the on button, tasering the hell out of him. His body began to jerk, and I held it there for a minute. I knew that the taser wouldn’t hold out for long. So once I felt that it stung him enough, I took off running out of the door. My chest hurt, I was so scared. I kept looking back as I ran, and before I knew it, I ran into something hard and stumbled back.
    I almost died until I saw that it was Wise. His face was screwed up. “What the fuck is going on, Milan? What did that nigga do to you…”
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    Wise
     
    "Oh my Goodness, Wise!" Milan ran into my arms, falling into my chest. "He tried to get me. He didn't have the kids with him! He was going to get me!" She squealed, breaking down. I swear, it hurt a nigga's pride.
    I wanted to stand there and comfort her, but I was past enraged. Murder was on my mind, and I was going to handle that nigga tonight. I moved Milan out of the way, then snatched my .22 off of my hip. "Go sit in the car and lock the doors Milan. I called Keem and he should be pulling up any minute." I instructed her, watching until she got into her car. "Start it!" I yelled. "And pull off if shit gets to popping!"
    With that, I turned and made my way toward the house cautiously. There wasn't no telling what that fool had up his sleeve, and I was going to shoot first, and not even worry about the questions.
    I eased into the house, slowly assessing every inch it. "Where is this ma'fucka?" I thought, bracing myself for him to just pop out. Every time I thought about the fuck shit he was doing, I squeezed my pistol tighter.
    “Man, where the fuck you at, pussy? Come take this ass whooping like a man!” I finally yelled, tired of playing games with him.
    It was like crickets in this ma’fucka. I had basically searched the house and didn’t find no signs of him.