Juggling Acts Chapter 1

I was awakened by the vibration of my cell phone under my pillow. I sleep with it there so I can feel it in case Treva calls when she’s out. I instantly look at the clock. It’s 3:30 a.m. I definitely know that it’s not Treva. Who the hell is texting me at 3:30? I thought to myself. I looked over my shoulder to see if I had awakened Keith with my stirring. He was still asleep. I read the text message marked urgent.
“This is the last time we will communicate with each other. From this point on, 4get about me, about us, & whatever future we had once planned for. Me & Angela are back 2gether. I will always b ur friend. I at least owe u that 4 all that u have done 4 me.
Luv,
Davonte’
I blinked my eyes. I rubbed my eyes. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I got up, with my phone in hand, and went into the bathroom. I washed my face and sat on the toilet.
“What’s wrong?’, Keith yelled from the bed.
“This cold is getting to me. I can’t breathe ‘cause I’m all stuffy”, I yell back to him. “Can you run to the Walgreens and get me some Nyquil or something?”
“ Alright, bay. Let me get in there to wash my face.”
I got back into the bed so that Keith could prepare to go to Walgreens and so I could collect my thoughts of how I would respond to this son of a bitch that text me this foolishness.
“All you need is Nyquil, right? You want me to get some orange juice and soup, too,?”
“Yeah, that will be a good idea. Thanks, sweetie”.
And then he was gone. Good,
I turned on the lights and reread the text for the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth time. I had to make sure I had read it correctly. I had.
“This is the last time we will communicate.” Blah!Blah! Blah!
“Me & Angela r back 2gether”. Blah!Blah!Blah!
”U will always b my friend.”Blah!Blah!Blah!
The part that had my head messed up was the “Me & Angela r back 2gether” part. “What the fuck?”, I damn near screamed. I had received this text about 15 minutes ago. He would still be up, probably waiting for my reply. I called him instead of texting him.

The phone didn’t even ring once completely. Before I even said anything he started. “.I see you got my text but obviously you didn’t understand it. I can’t talk now. She’s back. That’s all you need to know. I’m gonna do whatever, whatever, I have to do this time to make it work, even if that means losing you, Cami.”
He hung up. He hadn’t given me time to say anything. I called back. His machine was picking up on the first ring. That meant that his phone was off. That would be the signal to let me know that he was home with the family, when we first started seeing each other. I was shaking. I started crying, sobbing hysterically. I was acting like someone who had just told me that something tragic had happened to a family member. And that is what I felt like. Davonte’ wasn’t a family member but he was a loved one. He was the one I loved for two years. My soul mate, the man of my dreams, had broken my heart. He had just told me that he was getting back together with his wife. At 3:30 in the morning. By a text message.
Just thinking about how the whole thing went down was making me more distraught. Why was he doing this? What had I done wrong?
Things were just turning for the better for me and him since the initial breakup between he and Angela. Everything was going just fine. We were supposed to be together in a few more months. We had decided to tell the kids about us and that we would start
our life together as soon as the divorce was final between them Oh, how I hate her. For the first two months, Davonte’ went through a deep depression when she left him. He lost his job, his car, and eventually the house. It was me, Cami that stuck besides him. I helped him find an affordable apartment and helped with the move in fee. I helped him find a decent car so that he could get around and have a way to see his children, and it was me, again, that browsed the internet looking for jobs for him, asking people I know about work for him until he landed his job at the air port. Me! Not Angela! I even listened to him profess his love for her. Me! The one that he was also supposed to love. Now he text messages me- text message. Can you believe this shit? I’m, now, not even worth a phone call, to tell me that he is getting back with that tramp. The same tramp bitch that left him high and dry, with all the money from the bank accounts, and took the kids, up out of the blue, for no apparent reason,( at least not to her). Oh, Hell No! This was not about to go down like this. If I hurt, someone else will definitely hurt with me!!!!!!
I had to pull myself together before Keith got back but these thoughts of how Davonte’ was trying me kept swimming in my head. I splashed water on my face and snuggled back in the bed, pretending to be sleep. I all of a sudden had an urge to vomit. That was when I was doing when Keith walked in.
“Oh, baby, you are really sick. You want to go to the hospital?”
I shock my head no.
“Get in the bed. When Travon gets up, I will take him with me. Treva is at Lisa’s house. You need to stay in this bed and get some rest. “Keith commanded. “If you need me, call me. Now take this medicine.”
I followed my orders. I took three capfuls of Nyquil. He took his pillows and slept on the couch. I fell asleep.