Juggling Acts Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It was 2:41 p.m. when I woke up. I probably only woke up then, because I was starving. I immediately looked at my phone. I had seven missed calls. Keith had obviously put my phone on silent or I was in one hell of a deep sleep, because I could hear my cell phone ring during the middle of the Macy’s parade with every band and chorus there singing. Of the seven calls, not one was from Davonte’. Damn Dog!
Lifelessly, I went through the morning procedures of brushing my teeth, taking a shower, combing my hair, etc. I was damn near famished by the time I had done all of that and I definitely wasn’t about to cook anything. I pulled on a pair of Keith’s sweat pants and a Tupac Shakur T-shirt, a Kansas City Chiefs cap, my mickey mouse socks, and my Travon’s spider man bedroom slippers with Spidey on top. I looked a mess. And that’s exactly how I felt. Burger King was my intended destination but somehow my Maxima just happened to be passing by D’s street. I started calling Davonte’, D, after he said that he has a nickname for me but I didn’t have one for him. His friends and family called him eight ball. I’m assuming because of his shiny, black, bald head.
I didn’t have to turn down his street. His apartment complex was in the middle of the street and his apartment was located at the perfect angle that you could see his door and parking space without having to actually drive down the street. Somehow my car knew that because there I was riding down his street. That bitch’s car is backed in front of his car. I parked my car to watch.
My first instinct was to block both of them in and to confront them both. Then I decided to bash the windows out of both of their cars. Now I might go to jail for him, but definitely not for her, raggedy ass. So, I decided to just sit and watch for any activity. No, I am not a stalker but I believe that I at least deserve an explanation.
I sit for what seems like three hours, but in actuality, it has only been one. My stomach had started to remind me of what I was doing out of the house anyway on a Sunday afternoon. Just as I was about to pull off. He walked out of his apartment, got into her car, and pulled off. There’s no need to guess. Hell yeah, I followed him. He pulled into the Publix parking lot and so did I. I called his phone as he walked into the store. I was sitting in my car, a good distance away from him but close enough to keep my eyes on him.
He answered. “Yeah”.
“Well. Good fucking afternoon to you too. I need to talk to you since you did all the talking earlier”.
I didn’t like the attitude he was taking. He never answered his phone that way. At least, not with me.
“What you want to talk to me for”?
“About the text you sent me this morning. I need to know what’s going on. “I was getting teary eyed. I almost choked on my tears.
“Where are you?”
“Where are you?”
“Alright, meet me at our spot in about ten minutes. I can’t stay long, though. She’s at my place and I don’t want her to get restless and start rambling through my shit. I still have remnants of you there.”
He was talking so cold hearted to me. I starting feeling sick to my stomach again. Before I could reply. He had hung up.
Instead of me leaving and going to get dressed for our meeting, I sat there. Partly because I was shaken up by the way he was treating me, the other part because of curiosity. What was he doing in Publix on a Sunday afternoon? I knew he wasn’t going to cook because Davonte’ doesn’t know how to cook. Every Sunday, since I had met him, I prepared him a Sunday dinner or made sure he had dinner, whether it was take out or I got something from Lisa or mama’s house for him.
When he came out of the grocery store he had a shopping cart filled with bags. He had diapers, gallons of juice, chips, and a newspaper. That’s what I could see from the top of the bags. I can’t imagine what was inside of the bags.
I followed him to her house. Their daughter came out of the house followed by the boys and the bigger kids each grabbed a bag. He picked up both of the smaller kids. They looked like the fucking Brady Bunch minus the mother. I felt like hitting the gas and killing all of them. God forgive me for such horrible thoughts, but that is exactly how I felt at this time. They all walked into the house. Fifteen minutes later, he still hadn’t emerged. I guess he had forgotten about meeting me. I began to feel light-headed so I left.
I went to McDonald’s because it was a little farther than Burger King. Yes, I was starving but I wanted him to wait for me. As far as I knew, he was still at her house being the world’s greatest dad. I ordered and sat in the parking lot and started eating. If I hadn’t eaten anything, I would not have been able to drive another step. That was the absolute best cheeseburger happy meal I had ever eaten in my life. Ronald McDonald had saved my life. As I was gorging, he called.
“Where r u?” . He sounded frustrated.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Hurry up. I told you I had to ...”
I hung up. I didn’t want to hear anything else he had to say.
He called back. I looked at the phone rang. The bastard!
He was outside of the car when I pulled up. I pulled up next to him but stayed in the car. He turned to face me.
“So, What’s up? What you want to talk to me about?
I could tell from his tone that he wanted to fight. So, if a fight was what he wanted, then....... Let’s get ready to rumble!!!!
“Damn, D... you couldn’t talk to me? You had to text me some fucked up shit like that? At three in the morning, at that, like I’m one of your lil’ tricks. That was quite grimy.”

“Cami, I have never hid how I felt about my wife and kids from you.” His voice was calmer. He almost sounded apologetic.
“And? How did this all occur? Did you go knocking at her door, begging her to take you back or what? I don’t understand, Davonte’. How did she end up in your bed Davonte’? Our bed?”
I got out of the car. My head was pounding. So was my heart. I didn’t want him to see me crying but I couldn’t help how I felt. How could this Negro stand here and act like shit was all good, like this was expected to happen? I wanted to knock his ass out. I may have been delirious but I wasn’t stupid. One of the reasons she had left him because he used to beat her ass. Now they were back together? I didn’t get it.
“I saw her at a party last night. She let me buy her a drink. We started talking about stuff other than the kids and one thing led to another. I guess she missed me just as much as I had missed her. We went back to my place and made love. She admitted she had made a mistake leaving me and I promised her that I would do whatever I had to do to make things right again and if that means......”
“Yeah, you told me. So that leaves me where?” I was screaming. I was walking up on him like I really was going to hit him and I wanted to really badly.
“ It leaves you with your husband. And me with my wife”.
If I had a knife, I would have slit his fucking throat.
“How the fuck am I supposed to feel, D? What about me and what we had invested in our relationship?”
He grabbed my hand. “I want us to be friends. You’ve done so much for me. I owe you my friendship.”
I snatched my hand from him. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You owe me more than just friendship and believe me, you will pay me.” I got into my car. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t drive right then. I watched him get into his car. He blew me a kiss and drove away. I turned the radio up loud. I don’t even know what was playing. I drove off.
As bad as I wanted to stop crying, I couldn’t. I was mad as hell. I knew that I had to show Davonte’ that he wasn’t playing with an amateur. He wasn’t going to dog me out and go on about his way like he had done all the others he had. He and that bitch of his were going to pay. Davonte’ and Angela Perry were on my hit list.