Part 13 (1/2)
”It would've been better if you were there but now I'm home so you can make it up to me.” I sat my naked body on Lorenzo's lap and began tugging as his boxer shorts.
”Look at me,” he said grabbing my face.
”Baby, if you want a kiss all you have to do is ask, you don't have to grab my face,” I giggled.
”Are you high?”
”Huh?”
”Don't huh me. Are you f.u.c.kin' high?”
”No! I just had some champagne,” I lied turning my face away. Lorenzo yanked it back towards his direction.
”What the f.u.c.k are you high on 'cause it ain't champagne.” Lorenzo pushed me off of him and picked my purse up from the floor.
”What are you doing!” I yelled out as I tried to get my purse from him. He pushed me away and dumped the belongings inside my purse on the table. He saw the small container and opened it. He put it up to his nose and his face frowned up.
”You been snorting heroin! Are you f.u.c.kin' crazy!” he screamed throwing the container against the wall.
”I didn't do that much. I thought it was c.o.ke.”
”I should've known you were a drug addict. That's why you would never free yourself from Sway-you're a junkie. You were probably gettin' high together.”
”I'm not a junkie!”
”When you runnin' 'round wit' heroin in your purse, you a f.u.c.kin' junkie!”
”Sway put that in my purse, not me.” I couldn't believe I just said that but I was so angry trying to defend myself that it slipped out. From the disgust on Lorenzo's face the damage was done.
”You were with Sway tonight?”
”No but we were both at the party.”
”So how did he put heroin in your purse?”
”I was tipsy and he helped me sit down. I thought he was giving me some c.o.ke but after I snorted it he told me it was heroin. Then he put the rest in my purse before I left to come home to you.”
”You think coming home to me makes it ok that you took heroin from the same man that beat the s.h.i.+t out of you. What the f.u.c.k is wrong wit' you?”
”You were supposed to be with me tonight. If you had been there none of this would've happened.”
”Now it's my fault you a junkie.”
”Would you stop saying that! I'm not a junkie!”
”I know a junkie when I see one. Look at you!” Lorenzo pulled me to a mirror near the fireplace and held me in front of it. ”Look at your eyes, that's the face of a junkie. I know a junkie when I see one 'cause my own f.u.c.kin' mother was a junkie.”
”No your mother is schizophrenia! That's why you won't make a baby with me, remember!”
”Why would I want a druggie wh.o.r.e to carry my baby? So you can destroy it the way you've destroyed yourself.”
”I hate you! I hate you so f.u.c.kin' much!”
”The feeling is mutual,” Lorenzo said, before going into our bedroom. I so badly wanted to pick up something and throw it but knew it wouldn't make my anger go away. A few minutes later Lorenzo came out and he was dressed.
”Where are you going?”
”I'm gettin' the f.u.c.k outta here.”
”Well f.u.c.k you then! Just go! I don't need you anyway!” The last thing I remembered was the door slamming before I pa.s.sed out and went to sleep.
Lorenzo Love The Way You Lie I woke up with Lala lying beside me in bed but Dior was the one on my mind. Dior made me so angry last night and when I left her, Lala was the perfect escape. She let me come over without asking me any questions. And while I had s.e.x with her for a brief moment I was able to put Dior and her craziness out of my head. But I woke up with her heavy on mind. My phone was ringing and it was Dior. I debated whether to answer it. I looked over at Lala who was asleep so I went into the hallway and took the call.
”What is it?”
”Baby, I'm sorry. Where are you?”
”At a friend's.”
”Please come home. Baby, I'm so sorry. It was being high that made me say those things.”
”That's the problem right there. Dior, I can't be with a woman that does drugs. I know firsthand what drugs do to people.”
”I'll stop. I'll do whatever you want just please come home.” I let out a long sigh. ”Please. I won't be able to stop without you.”
”Things would have to change, Dior. All that partying s.h.i.+t you do keep you with a f.u.c.ked up crowd of people.”
”But when we're together you make sure I don't get caught up with all that.”
”I have s.h.i.+t I need to handle sometimes and I can't be there to hold your hand all the time like you a baby.”
”Then I won't go to these parties when you can't be there with me. Lorenzo, baby, please, please come home, please. I'm begging you.”
”Dior, don't cry. I'll be home.”
”When?”
”I'm coming now.”
”You promise.”
”Yes, I promise.”
”I love you.”
”I love you too. I'll be home shortly.” When I walked back in the bedroom Lala was standing by the door.
”Why do you love her? She doesn't deserve you, Lorenzo.”
”Lala, you shouldn't have been listening to our conversation.”