COUNTERFEIT HOES #2

(JELLO) WISE CELL PHONE CONTINUED TO TRANSMIT ME TO HIS VOICE MAIL BOX. AT THIS POINT I WAS IN SEVERE TROUBLE. I WAS MORE DISTRESSED ABOUT WISE FINDING MY MISSING GOLD NECKLACE. THAN VICK. HIS REACTION WOULD BE FAR MORE WORSE. THAN HER RESPONSE. PLETHORA OF THOUGHTS STARTED TO BUILD UP INSIDE OF MY HEAD. LIKE, HOW DID I GET MYSELF INTO THIS SITUATION? WHY WOULD I? I ASKED MYSELF QUESTION AFTER QUESTION. BUT THERE REALLY WASN'T A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR MY CRUEL BEHAVIOR. VICK HAS BEEN MY BESTFRIEND FOR OVER FIVE YEARS NOW. SHE'S THE GOD MOTHER OF MY FIRST CHILD. HOW COULD I BREAK MY LOYALTY TO HER. SHE WOULD NEVER FIND INSIDE HER HEART FORGIVENESS AND TO FORGET. OUR RELATIONSHIP WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME. AND WHO IS THE BLAME HERE. ITS CRAZY BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE SHE IS. VICK ALWAYS BEEN A SHOW STOPPER\ ATTENTION HOG. LIGHT HONEY BROWN COMPLEXION. WITH LONG JET BLACK CURLY HAIR. SHORT WITH A NICE SIZE FRAME. I ENVIED HER. I WANTED TO BE IN HER POSITION. TAKE EACH STEP WITH HER SHOES ON MY FEET. FUCK HER MEN EVERY DAMN NIGHT. I JUST WANTED HER LIFE. BUT WHY? THE VIBRATION OF MY PHONE. BROKE ME OUT OF MY PROCESS OF THINKING. MY SK3 CALL LOG READ WISE HAMILTON. AT FIRST I HESITATED ON ANSWERING HIS CALL. " WHAT'S GOOD" I SAID TRYING TO SOUND MORE RELAXED. TRUTHFULLY I WAS NERVOUS. "YOU TELL ME?" HIS SMOOTH BARITONE VOICE QUIZED TRANQUILLY. HIS CALMNESS MADE MY HEART SKIP A BEAT. I WASN'T EXPECTING THAT FROM HIM. " I TRIED TO REACH YOU. BUT YO CELL ..." BEFORE THE LAST WORD COULD BE RELEASED OUT OF MY MOUTH. WISE SPOKE "DAMN HOW DUMB COULD YOU BE. YOU MUST WANT VICK TO FIND OUT ABOUT US HUH?" " NO. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I" " SHIT I DON'T KNOW MA NIGGA. YOU TELL ME?" " LOOK WISE THIS SHIT IS GETTING OUT OF CONTROL NOW. MAYBE WE SHOULD STOP FUCKIN AROUND" "HOLD UP" WISE LAUGHED WITH AMUSEMENT. " THIS SHIT AINT OVER UNTIL I SAY ITS OVER. WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU TALKIN TO. HUH?" " THIS SHIT IS NOT COOL. HOW COULD YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME. BUT YOU STEADY DICK'N DOWN MY FRIEND. PLUS YOU TOLD ME IT WAS OVER WITH VICK." " I LIED" HE CONFESS. " YOU ONE FUCKED UP NIGGA WISE." " IMA FUCKED UP?" "YES" " YOU THE ONE THAT'S FUCKIN YO BESTFRIEND DUDE BEHIND HER BACK. SO WHAT TYPE OF BITCH IS YOU." "FUCK YOU" I YELLED. ENDING THE CALL. MY MOTHER OPENED MY ROOM DOOR AND WALKED INSIDE. WITHOUT EVEN KNOCKING. I HATE WHEN SHE DO THAT SHIT. "WHAT'S ALL THAT YELLING ABOUT" SHE ASKED WITH A GRIN ON HER FACE. "NOTHING" I ANSWERED WITH AN ATTITUDE. "WELL EXCUSE ME. I WAS JUST ASKING YO FUNKY ASS A QUESTION. YOUR GRANDMOTHER IS GOING TO DROP OFF YOUR SON. AFTER YOU GET OUT OF SCHOOL TODAY OKAY." MY MOTHER ANNOUNCED. WHILE EXITING OUT OF MY ROOM. I TOOK A LOOK AT THE PICTURE OF MY SON KING WHICH WAS ON MY NIGHT STAND. AND JUST THOUGHT TO MYSELF. HOW COULD THE PERSON I LOVE THE MOST. RESEMBLE THE PERSON I HATE.